and a heap of promotion possibilities. "Donate money and get a sea turde nanled after you!" Cowley quipped. The Class of 2001 are children of the nvironmental movement. They're not the first who were determined not to be ordinary. Farris still recalls the many times the Class of 1969 made eye-popping head- lines. They were the first class to welcome women as fi..eshnlen and the first to hold a class dance in about 20 years. Mter that Memorial Hall meeting, they became the first to set up a scholarship for students by students. "No one had ever done it," recalled Farris, president of his class."It was talked about on radios and in newspapers. We got money from all over the state."The classes of 1972 and ' 75 later added their senior donations to the fund. Farris' class also wanted "something to live on;' and they threw in four black walnut trees for the Coker Arboretum. Tragedy motivated the Class of 1997 to combine a living memorial with the arboretum. Members of the class decided to build an arbor and stone entryway in memory of the five students who died in the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity fire the morning of the May 1996 graduation. A plaque in the stone wall of the entryway dedicates the memorial to those students, plus three other classmates who died before graduation. "We got overwhelming support for that gift," said Ladell Robbins ' 97, the class president who tries to visit the memorial every time he's in Chapel Hill. "The whole campaign was very .emotion- ally charged. I think this was something everyone could rally around. People felt it was a tangible way to show support."
Zeb disappears briefly
It's hard to pinpoint exacdy when sen-
iors began giving presents to the Univer-
sity. The gift list from the University's
Office of Development begins only with
the Class of 1900. Library records don't
offer much more information, but they
help sketch out pieces of a custom that
predates the turn ofthe 20th century.
The bust of former N. C. Gov. Zebulon
Vance (Class of 1852) now sits in a
Wilson Library gallery; for about 40
years it was nowhere to be seen.
No one knows where Plaster
Zeb went, but in 1988 it reap-
peared on the doorstep of an
alumnus in Greensboro and
was returned to the
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