Atlantic Christian College - Pine Knot Yearbook (Wilson, NC)

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V ood morning, Mrs. Blankety-Blank. Yes, indeed, we'll take care of little Susie, and Mr. Jarman will, personally, wash between Johnny's toes! Oh, how do you do, Mr. Whatsit. Janey doesn't like her bed? Well, well, we shall see what we can do about getting her a Beauty- Rest mattress. Yes, Mary. No, Ginny. Yes, Dot. No, no, no, no. Miss Whitley has a word for it on Reg- istration Day. We haven't asked her what Mr. Five by Five. the word is. But she is smiling and pa- tient, and so is Mr. Jarman. If we wanted to sound cynical, we'd say they just don't Check and double-check. know what lies ahead. We hear they are collaborating on a book entitled The Des- perate Destiny of Deans. Still, if we had an after picture, we could prove that they were smiling in June even as in September. We've thought up a new one for Mr. Case as he steered you through the maze of registration. He should be called Pivo- tal Perry. Everything revolving about him, Mr. Case smiles on, giving a twist to that unruly lock in center-back, and for the thirty-ninth time puts his Stoo-dents on the beam. [ 10 j

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CAMPUS TURNS GREEN WITH FRESHMAN ARRIVAL Well, do you know so and so from there? I met him at such and such. Where's the dean's office? Can she tell me where my room is? Who's my roommate? Questions-Questions . . . Freshmen trying to fade their greenness before the upperclassmen arrive. They go through the process of registra- tion without the least idea of what they're doing or taking. They struggle through the week with many a blunder, then the upperclassmen arrive to torment and tease them. Longingly they look at the family picture and sigh, Home was never like this.

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For registration headaches, you got your pink pills and aspirin from Mrs. Wil- son. You took these with a dope from the Campus Store before you went to the Din- ing Hall, where Mrs. Charles showed you all the latest wrinkles in cabbage and sweet potatoes. Next, you went to see Mildred. We don't need to tell you why. If Mildred could only ride a bike as successfully as she rakes in the bucks! Toward the end of the day you sneaked into the library to—no, not to look at the books. You went to pick out your spot Food equals pills department. for that evening rendezvous with the higher education. Later, though, when you did have to study that one time, Miss Fleming and Miss Myrtie were glad to help you find—no, not the spot under the dimmest light. The books, of course. No kidding, though, our problems are made easier every year by the friendliness of our deans, our registrar, our nurse, dieti- tian and librarians. tin