"He was the life and soul of Wabash College."
"Dean Moore epitomized everything that I hold dear about the college. The traditions. What it means to be a true gentleman and scholar. May his memory live on with all the accolades that it justly deserves. He was indeed some Little Giant."
He was the first person I met from the Wabash Community.
There was a restaurant in Mishawaka named the Lincoln Highway Inn where
Wabash did a recruitment evening in 1970. My friend RJ Reed and I went
along. RJ had already been accepted to Wabash; I was still thinking.
We walked into a large room of men wearing suits and it wasn't that comfortable.
Then, this bearded old guy with a well worn jacket walked up to us and
said "Well you're RJ Reed, so you must be Steve Baker." I was
He was the life and soul of Wabash College.
From: Steven Kain 63
My wife, Sharon, and I got married two weeks before I came to Wabash
as a freshman in the fall of 1959. There were several married couples
at that time with some living in Mud Hollow and others as ourselves in
small apartments. Connie Moore and Alice Rogge served as sponsors for
the Dames Club which provided an opportunity for the wives to have a social
gathering. Several wives were pregnant and Connie Moore shared that same
attribute as a sponsor.
Twenty years later my son, Bryan, then a struggling junior at Wabash,
contracted mono and was going to have to come home for a period of time
to recuperate. This illness seemingly was going to end his stint at Wabash.
I don't imagine that this could have been done in too many other places.
Bryan did go on to his senior year and graduated with his class in 1984.
Date: Tue, 05 Feb 2002
From: Jim Graham
It was a warm spring night, about MIDNIGHT and probably the biggest ever
BETA-DELT water fight had been going on across Wabash Avenue long enough
that the neighbors called to complain. (This was before the Delts moved
to their current location so the DELT house was directly across Wabash
Ave from the BETA house.) There were over one hundred students spread
out in the front yards of the two houses and students were also running
back and forth across the street to attack.
Dean Moore came sauntering across the Delt driveway from the east wearing his British driving cap and Bermuda shorts and of course he was smoking his pipe. He stopped as he reached the edge of the front yard and calmly said in a stern voice, "Gentlemen: I think it is time to stop." As the last word rolled off of his tongue, a water balloon thrown by the fullback on the football team, DELT Ken Parmalee, came from across the front lawn and hit Dean Moore directly.
Without hesitation, Dean Moore sprinted across the front yard, put a beautiful Princeton tackle around Parmalee's legs, and with Ken lying on his back and Dean Moore sitting on top of him, we all heard "Ken, I SAID I think it is time to stop. Do you understand?" And with that, the crowd dispersed, with everyone going back to their respective living units. Dean Moore stood up, put on his cap, about faced and head off to the East smoking his pipe.
To my knowledge, nothing more was ever said about this incident.
The fall term, 1959 found me beginning my senior year at Wabash and Dean
Moore entering his "freshmen" year. As a senior independent,
I was selected as a member of a group of students to host a dinner with
the Dean in the Great Hall dining area of the Campus Center. On the day
of the dinner, I was not feeling quite up to par (the cause was to be
manifested [experienced] the next day as a perforated appendix followed
by incipient peritonitis) so I probably was not exactly on top of my game
or one could say listless; thus, I was not the most sterling of dinner
Making as pleasant a conversation with the new Dean as I could muster,
I happened, by accident, to manipulate my arm in a movement across the
top of my dinner plate on which rested a dinner knife. Unbeknownst to
me, the sleeve of my jacket caught the resting knife and removed said
knife, sliding if down the sleeve of the jacket.
As the dinner conversation progressed, my arm in gesture, aimed in such
a way, as to propel the knife from the sleeve as a projectile across the
table and onto Dean Moore's plate. The table fell absolutely silent with
audible, muffled gasps as well as restrained snickers later emerging.
I believe at that point I went into total shock followed by embarrassment
if not humiliation. I was sure I was dead meat and would surely be deemed
as unworthy to complete the senior year. I would imagine that I was quite
a sight alternating between ashen gray and flashing red.
Well, Dean Moore cleared his throat then he lifted the knife from his
plate, briefly contemplating it, and handed the knife back across the
table toward my trembling hand; and in a calm, reassuring voice coming
from the deadpan face with the twinkling eyes, said: "I believe you
lost something!" His grace not only covered what at the time was
a humiliating moment for me, but it eased for all an awkward moment.
I believe that Dean Moore, by his grace and presence, eased many uneasy
moments during his career at Wabash. As I pursued a similar professional
career as the Dean, I often reflected back on that event and Dean Moore's
response, trying to emulate that grace as I have dealt with students.
On return trips back to the College as a young alum, I always enjoyed
looking up the Dean and sharing with him my early career development.
He was a good role model. On one occasion, I shared the knife story with
him. We had a chuckle.
Those who belong to Wally-L or Wally-A will know that Norman C. Moore has died. He was Dean of Students from the late 1950s till the mid '80s. My few experiences with the man were fine. I suspect many of us (Milan, Page, John Holt, Jim M., etc.) remember him well. He was a Princeton man, an assistant football coach, and also taught a section of "CC," as well as holding that difficult administrative job.
From: Lou Fenoglio, Salomon Smith Barney
There are many stories to telllike leading the charge at DePauw
after the Bell was stolen my junior year. However, I will share with you
one among the many memories I have of Dean Moore. The Dean taught me a
very valuable lesson of Honor and Integrity. I recall it to be my sophomore
year near the beginning when we applied for new student ID cards. Not
realizing the importance of the honor system, when applying for the ID,
you were requested to provide your birth date.
Seizing the moment, I took what I thought was an innocent opportunity
to instantly make myself "21" and gain entrance to various drinking
A few years after college, I found myself in the new Dean's office helping
to defend our then current Senior Pledge Trainer who was about to be expelled
by Dean Miller for various alleged offenses. That senior graduated, but
it seemed that that Dean was trying to find a way to kick kids out of
college as a few other similar trials took place. And that was one of
the key differences between the two Deans.
Dean Moore always tried to find ways to keep his boys in college!
From: Tim Wohlford 84
I met Dean Moore in the fall of '84.
Actually, my father met him before I did, as Dean Moore spoke to the
parents gathered for Freshman Friday. My father still tells the story
of that session, where a mother began a question with, "Will the
His ability to materialize out of thin ether while we were busy painting
someone's anatomical parts a dark shade of green didn't hurt his ability
to keep order either. Perhaps he was as much Zen master as he was educator.
From: Tom Jennings 71
Dean Moore was the first person at Wabash who showed he cared about me.
When my first semester grades had risen from abominable to average, he
made it his business to let me know I had done "a helluva job".
Later in my Wabash years, I called him at home one early evening to ask
what was to become of a guy with 4 F's and a D. He met me in his office
in ten minutes. Our conversation was probably the first big "grow-up"
pill I had to swallow. He just asked the right questions and let my answers
be the solution to my problem.
I ended up leaving Wabash for a semester, but with the spectre of Vietnam
facing me, I buckled down and ended up being graduated with my class.
From: Jack Hauber 66
I remember Dean Moore as the person who gave me the opportunity to take attendance in Chapel ... Why? Because it earned for me the $900 a semester that I needed my senior year to stay at Wabash. The alternative was to drop out or finish at IU. Neither was attractive to me and he knew that. Since I live only 2 hours from Philadelphia, please let me know if the service is in this area ... I WILL attend because he would have done the same more me.
From: Mark Gilbert 88
Dean Moore epitomized everything that I hold dear about the college. The traditions. What it means to be a true gentleman and scholar. May his memory live on with all the accolades that it justly deserves. He was indeed some Little Giant.
From: Page Stephens 65
From Class Agent Letter
Dean Moore was everything that I had ever seen in the movies about small,
liberal arts colleges. He was about 58 tall with only a slightly
portly figure. He always wore either a thick sweater or a tweed sports
coat. Ever present was the tweed cap when he appeared outside in the elements.
Finally, and as if to make the last stroke of the brush on a timeless
painting, he usually had a large stogie (cigar) parked in the corner of
his mouth. The black horned-rim glasses added the Barry Goldwater touch.
I knew nothing about college when I entered Wabash, literally. I had
never known anyone personally or in my family who had attended college.
I assumed teachers at my high school had attended college, but our conversations
outside of class centered on staying out of trouble, avoiding drugs, or
some other safety advice. I would liken my idea and knowledge of what
college would be to your knowledge of the daily life of the folks in a
remote province of China today. You think you have an idea, but you just
dont know. As a result, I perhaps absorbed more of my surroundings
than most during my freshman year. And I absorbed Dean Moore.
Everything he did when I was present was awe-inspiring. During my life,
I have met only two men who carried a crowded room without saying much:
Muhammad Ali and Dean Moore. These were people who, while talking to someone
else, you were still watching them. I am not smitten by celebrity. My
Appalachian family did not tolerate big shots, but when Dean
Moore was around when I was at a function, in a room, listening to a lecture,
or having a meal, I knew it immediately. Perhaps my experience was different
than others during that period of the mid-80s. His legend was enhanced
by the upperclassmen in my fraternity. Guys like Barry Bone, Ray Jovanovich,
and even John Broderson lauded him to the underclassmen. A student may
have gotten the worse side of a disciplinary decision of Dean Moore, but
somehow, you left feeling that it was your fault and that you had let
him down. Guys in my living unit may have gotten crossways with him, but
I never heard one of them lash out at him personally.
I sat across from him. I remember the sunlight and the arboretum in the
window behind him. He had a file, which I assume was similar to Hoovers
files, except that it had my name on it. He studied for a short moment.
Without engaging in small talk first, or anything else, he then looked
up to me and asked, Why is it that all the students that we get
from Tech High School have really high math scores and really low verbal
scores on their SATs? I hadnt expected this question, but
fortunately my TWO experiences with the SAT and one experience with the
PSAT had already given me the answer.
I responded, Well, I assume its because the verbal on the
SAT is not about grammar skills, reading comprehension, or the ability
to read or write. Its about vocabulary. If you dont know what
the word means, its highly unlikely you will be able to remember
it. And frankly, there werent too many words with over four-letters
being used around Tech.
Dean Moore had this cackle of a laugh. It sounded similar to the Penguin
character from the Batman series. He let it out after my answer. Well,
I guess thats probably true! AAH, AAAH, AAH! He mentioned
something about Wabash taking care of that problem, asked me how classes
were going, inquired about my fraternity pledgeship, encouraged me to
not get pigeon-holed in the Phi Gam house, and closed the meeting. I had
only been in his office for fifteen minutes, but it seemed like an afternoon.
AWAY FROM HOME AND BROKE
I cant recall the amount, but it seems like he sent me, without
the least bit of a question, one thousand dollars. It could have been
only $500, but it seemed like millions to a broke student far from home.
Unfortunately, whatever the amount was, it spent like pennies, and in
less than a month, I was out of money again. Once more, I called Dean
Moore. This time, the response was more reluctant. He made it very clear
that this would be the last loan, and I was to repay the entire balance
upon the first day back at Wabash in the fall. I understood and never
questioned whether he was serious. Unfortunately, it was still not enough
to get me to the end of the semester. I had to finish my classes early,
and I used, literally, my last dollar to get a plane ride home in April.
By returning early however, I was able to get a better job for the summer.
I went to see Dean Moore to make sure of the balance. I felt bad about
having to borrow from him twice, and I told him that I would repay him
as soon as I returned to campus in the fall. The harsh tone that had greeted
me on my second call to him from England was gone. Instead, this almost
grandfatherly voice replied, I know you will.
When I returned that fall, I walked over to his office. He wasnt
in, but I left a check for the entire balance. Nothing more was ever said
The same cannot be said of Dean Moore. I realize that each college, each
student, each administration probably has its own Dean Moore. I am just
not sure that those Dean Moores could have ever had had the
impact on a student as the Dean Moore had on a young, naïve, red-neck
kid in the mid 1980s. I am truly sorry that he is no longer with us. Yet,
I will always be grateful for the opportunity to have known him and be
From: Jim McDaniel 74
This is a sad note. Dean Moore was a fine gentleman, and Some Little
Giant! A quick anecdote.
WNDY jocks were from time to time known to partake of the heathen devil
weed. As GM of the station at the time, I had a very strict rule that
such could not be done within the studios, since it would jeopardize our
standing with the FCC if caught. So many a toke was taken on the steps
from the basement on the north side of Yandes (now Detchon) while a long
cut was playing on the turntables.
I think one of the indicators of Dean Moore's brilliance in the role
was that even as the times became less civil, in the late 60s and early
70s, he remained a stable leader and reasoned disciplinarian. It's much
easier to be a gentleman when others around you are, but as the campus
environment deteriorated around the country, Wabash was one of the few
places where the leadership of the college (Norman Moore and Thaddeus
Seymour) held the campus with reins just loose enough to prevent trouble.
Those who came to campus during those years inclined not to be gentlemen
were often gentled by this approach, where other campuses were exploding
because of either no control or too much control.
P.S. I recall a comic strip someone was drawing, probably in the 60's, but I saw copies in the 70's, which featured life at Wabash. A little better drawn, to my recollection, than the current "Cartooning 101" in the Bachelor. Dean Moore's name in the comic strip was "No-Man See More". Quite appropriate.
I got the message today about Dean Moore; I was sorry to hear of his
passing. I have very fond memories of him. He was one of those colorful
and unique individuals one never forgets. I have two very clear memories
of him. Like many students, I secured a loan from him... though by the
time you and I arrived at Wabash, these loans had simply become known
(at least to some people on campus) as "Dean Moore Loans." The
other memory I have is of Dean Moore breaking up a "fraternity war."
This was a middle of the night fracas between the Betas and Phi Psis,
complete with countless eggs and bottle rockets. In fact, just about everything
that could be heaved across the street seemed to be in mid-air. Out of
the corner of my eye, I suddenly noticed that Dean Moore was walking toward
us, about a block away, casually strolling down the middle of Wabash Avenue.
His chosen method of stopping us was to simply walk down the street between
the houses, telling everyone it was now time to go back inside. And we
did. No mention of penalties, fines, or consequences.
From: Morrie Adams 66
The second concerns Nick Nizamoff '64. During the great water fight in
May of '64, Nick forgot to exercise some modicum of discretion and tackled
Dean Moore. The Dean promptly told Nick to be in his office the next morning.
Nick had visions of his graduation flying out the window. Later in the
evening, Dean Moore told Nick to forget reporting to him the next day.
Norm understood the evening was all in fun, and he tacitly understood
Nick's youthful indiscretion.
From: Duane Hile 67
Between Norman Moore, Pres. Trippett and several outstanding faculty
members (e.g, Ben Rogge, Butch Shearer, Steve Kurtz, and several others)
the tone of the campus in the late 50s and most of the 60s was indeed
a gentleman's school.
We have not only lost a great dean and gentleman, but we have lost decency. Let's hope the current deans, who had the benefit of Dean Moore's approach, can help us regain some of that civility.
From: Ron Bartlow
In the case of the Tiger suit the fraternity with it in their custody
changed their plans and returned it before the game instead of bringing
it on to the field at half time hanging from a pole like a dead Tiger.
A number of Wallys on the Wally-L have reported occasions when Dean Moore
delivered a needed boot in the posterior.