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

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Derriere. Ahem, the students in Psychawlogy will please number themselves from one to 30. Do you remember how you felt the first time you finished writing part 86 of question 17 on the Psychology test? Well, it was good training for the army! And Mr. Hamlin saying, Sh, sh, sh, and passing out free pamphlets to his dumplings. We have him and Dr. Workman to thank for our broadened interest in world affairs. Will you ever forget that stampede of qirls to Mr. Grove's music classes? Well, we enjoyed them, even after he got married. Miss Nackos has helped put the Collegiate in the groove. But it took Miss Eliason to show us when dogs are news. The girls think Gregor should be a faculty member next year. Did you go to Miss Stagg's tri-lingual tea, and avez-vous perdu votre umbrella? We we vamos, cucurac Whe l 12]

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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

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 Hank Hodges brings us back to earth with a desk-side chat on dirt-farming in Mississippi. Our coaches are good sports and fine coaches. Nuff said! Mr. Hough and Mrs. Eicher are off- campus, but the practice-teachers say they're tops. They had better say so! Butch is a bit backward, as you can see. You wouldn't have guessed it, would you? If anybody could square a circle, Mr. Smith could-and-in French, German, Russian, and Hebrew. We were sorry to see him go. You-all oughta eat molasses and corn-bread. It'll make men of you. Well, Mr. Waters, it looks as if everybody will have a chance to try it now. What would chapel be without Fonny wav- ing the baton, or without Miss Peele's post- mortems on the speakers? And last but not least, there is Mrs. Baggette's motherly smile for us. [13]