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We would still take the exam
Dupre's history class on Nov 22, 1963. I walked into the scheduled exam not realizing our president had been assassinated. Everyone was quiet, and he had tears in his eyes, but clarified that despite the sadness of the tragedy, we would do the exam as best we were able.
Emerging From the Stacks
Russell J. Greenhagen
I have a sharp memory of November 22, 1963. A history test was scheduled that afternoon with Dr. Dupre, and I had been secluded in the library. Emerging from the stacks, I saw several people in tears. I walked to Old Main and encountered Dr. Dupre telling students about the assassination of President Kennedy. He also said that taking the exam was optional -- I don't remember if I took the test or not.
A Luncheon Interrupted
I remember wearing a red sport coat as one of the hated ushers who took attendance at the required convos and chapel! On a related but much sadder note, I remember the convocation on November 22, 1963, when noted conservative intellectual Russell Kirk was the featured speaker. At the luncheon that followed in Cochran, I had the honor of introducing Dr. Kirk for brief remarks, but the luncheon was quickly adjourned when someone brought the shocking news of the assassination of President Kennedy! I went on to Professor Hill’s Logic class, but he soon dismissed the class after making a few most thoughtful and poignant remarks in his characteristic soft, but effective voice.
Assassination of JFK
Cathy Lindsey Brown
On a cool, cloudy morning, November 22 of our senior year, housemate Phoebe Wood, returning to our off campus house on Vernon St. from the corner drug store at Snelling and St. Clair, reported she had heard a radio broadcast saying John F. Kennedy had been shot. It was unbelievable and unthinkable news. We alerted Al and Clara Pruden who owned the house, and all of us (Sandee Schramm, Sally Henderson, Judy Backhaus, Phoebe and I and the Prudens) sat down together to watch the television coverage in black and white. We scarcely moved the rest of the day as the story played out and Walter Cronkite choked back tears to report that the President was dead. Any idealism that college had inculcated—and there was plenty of that—disappeared in a trice, and we were introduced to a new era, a new world—the only world, it turns out. I know it changed me, nearly as much as my college experience had. John Kennedy was the future, and now that future was past. For the Class of ’64 it was like taking an unexpected elective class called Reality 101.
I didn't take notes
Anita Osborne Cummings
It was lunchtime on that tragic day in November of our senior year: President Kennedy had been assassinated. What to do when we lose a president in such a way? Went to our 1 p.m. Ed Psych class with a visiting professor. He hadn't heard, but said something like this: "Well, things like this happen." And began his lecture. I didn't take notes. Thankfully, at our sociology class later in the afternoon, a professor helped us talk through all the ramifications for our country and the world. What a gift he was that awful day!