Abilene Christian College - Prickly Pear Yearbook (Abilene, TX)

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The Bean

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B Bell Tel Co (as in please make checks payable to). With the installation of direct lines in dorm rooms, students on campus learned what their parents and off- campus counterparts had known for years — the phone company is a pain. After paying an installation charge, a monthly charge, a color phone charge, a long cord charge and of course the deposit, which ranges from high to outrageous depending on the number of residents using the phone, the lucky(?) ones were privileged to own man's most annoying necessity. Usually they work. Then there was the case of eight girls in Sherrod who were blessed with phones that rang in two apartments but didn’t allow anyone to It's been rumored that the phone company doesn’t fear the devil himself, but one ACU coed found a good second when after pleading, crying, begging and threatening the one moment please” gang, she called the Public Utilities Commission in Austin to get her bill straightened out. A refund and red carpet treatment for the rest of the year followed the P.U.C.’s visit with Ma Bell. Perhaps next year the P.U.C. should be listed in the Hello Book. Bookstore Where else can you buy everything you'll ever need, and a lot of things you’ll never need, all at a mark-up resembling Neiman’s? You guessed it. Our very own bookstore. Other universities have co-ops. The ladies who work in the bookstore are very cooperative, but the store itself (which has a personality all its own) is anything but cooperative. Anyone who's ever been No. 46 in a class that was planned for 45 and waited all semester for his textbook knows all about the shelves that devour the last copy on the shelf only minutes before he enters the double glass doors. Like many things in life however, you can’t live with it, but you sure can't live without it.

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Christmas for Children It's sort of like Sing Song. No one has time for it, but once you've been a part of it, it’s hard to resist. Maybe it's the Christmas spirit. Maybe it’s the welcome break from dead week. Maybe it's a salve for guilty consciences that have hidden in the dorms every Sunday morning all semester. But it's magnetic. And no matter how many term papers are waiting in the dorm, the smiles, laughs and feeble attempts to speak Spanish, the big eyes and tiny hands, the