East Tennessee State University - Buccaneer Yearbook (Johnson City, TN)

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The last day of the week A sleepy body rolls over. One reluctant eye slowly opens. The Sunday morning sun flashes past the window shade as the campus yawns and stretches. The true grit of students comes out on Sunday morning. Half the population rolls over and snuggles in the warm covers. The other half, brave souls that they are, decide to confront the cold tile floor and bracing themselves, whip open the shade. Why even get up unless you’re going to church? Where to? You can go to Friendship Baptist, St. Mary's, Central Church of Christ, Midway Presbyte- rian, and many others. But for those of us who don’t go, you may feel there is nothing to do. You’d be surprised. There’s laundry to be done. As a matter of fact, it’s this drive to be the first at the washing machine that Michael R. Snapp Michael R. Snapp LAS: PEA AAA FCW AAA Dis 20 Sunday

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v2 Michael R. Snapp | night — every night crowd is often found. For the investment of time, money, and new clothes, dance, drink, and com- pany can be had until satisfac- tion or closing time is reached. Of course we can’t forget Poor Richard’s Deli or T.C.’s Pizza. Without their help, many hungry students could have never overcome the late night munchies. It is always good to know there is a place to go to and forget about the day’s problems of passing tests — and just pass time relaxing. Wherever stu- dents meet to pass time it will more than likely be a good time. So we say “thanks, night spots” for giving us good nights out. Paul Banner }) Johnson City 19

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— oo a agegag iu 2 g $ % Rs $e oe o ay Z i err Ak Ra SS ae “a ee oh Oe a y fe a Spurs students into action. Others snooze soundly, content to lie in bed. But their inner spirits ensue a lively skirmish between the sports-freak spirit and the real man. And who wins? Well, look around one Sunday till you find one caught in the electronic hooks of TV football! or TV hockey! Or maybe students have high and lofty motives for getting up. Unlike the rest of the campus beasts, no mere laundry basket or noisy tube will wrestle you to consciousness. No, these ladies aren’t as base as that. With a stout heart they command an unwilling body, “Get up, you oaf!” What for? They rise and wait for THE CALL that comes like a flash in the dark. “Hellow sweetie-pie, honey bunch, darling baby, lamby chops!” HE called; lovingly, dutifully, across five state lines. The rest of the week is all downhill. Carolyn Stewart © Michael R. Snapp Michael R. Snapp Sunday 21