Gonzaga University - Spires Yearbook (Spokane, WA)

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Dorm life: a lot of crust, plenty of bread and the beginning is always sticky H...-1 plain. It can easily consist of nothing more than a thin swipe of peanut butter between two slices of bread. On the other hand, you can enhance it to unlimited lengths by slopping on all the jelly, honey, pickles, mayonnaise your little heart desires. You'll get out of it exactly what you put into it. lf the sandwich turns out to be pretty crummy, you can't write the peanut farmer or brand manufacturer to complaing you can only look at yourself and nobody else. Dorm living toes the line in exactly the same way. You can complain about this and that until your tongue falls out and it won't get you anywhere. Dorm life at G.U. has a lot of good points and at the same time a lot of bad points too. Granted, the noise level around the dorms does sometimes reach a decibel limit that would break a bat, but in contrast when there is nothing but dead silince, the whole joint goes bananas! Every situation has its extremes and coping is an integral part of growning up. So you want to live off campus? ln all honesty, such a decision should probably be up to the individual. But it isn't now, and we all have to cut down on the griping and get busy working towards what we want. Criminy, if every time you' look back on G.U., all you remember is that fact that those mean police-type authoritarians made you live on campus, then something is definitely lacking. The other man's peanut butter sandwich is always tastier and it's really too bad that satisfaction is such a rarity. You should never be totally satisfied with a situation because there is always room for improvement, but likewise you should never be totally dissatisfied. Eyes that picture only the bad are blind eyes and useless. written by- Sandy Kelly Tom O'Connor photographed by Dale Dour

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Those never-to-be-forgotton-friends are always at the top of any reminiscing list. Whether helping you wobbily down the hall after the effects of a few drinks, keeping you up-to-date on current gossip- worthy events, or just plain being there to catch hell when you did, friends were nice to have around. Likewise, who is likely to forget his roommate? The roommate figure was always there, ready to wake you up at eight when your classes didn't start till eleven or ever-diligently cleaning up the room casually discarding your most precious assignments down the incin- erator. A roommate was a different kind of friend, one you hated fur- iously and loved, loved totally, both at the same time. Somehow along the way a bond grows between you and your roommate, and no matter how much you hate to admit it, you do kind of like him. Then there were always those other memorable experiences. Slowly you began to store up a whole backlog of embarrassing incidents you couldn't and wouldn't ever forget. Including some goodies like: wak- ing up at 3:00 A.M. and doing a frantic jig to the tune of another fake fire alarm, climbing into bed after a wild night on the town, only to find your sheets waiting around for some midget with ten inch legs, stepping out of the shower to discover that some joker has made off with your clothes and towel, forcing you to make a frenzied dash for your room during parietal hours rather than rot in the bathroom. Fun- ny, there was never any doubt in your mind that it was your ever- loving friends master-minding each new predicament. Still, for some reason, you could never quite pinpoint a culprit to get back at, so you had to content yourself with getting back at everybody. Ah, yes, such times can be remembered by one and all, even if they have grown older and-wiser, and advanced to the more quiet time of the smaller dorms. No one can ever be found to contest those good old days. lt's almost as if age accents all that glorious fun by granting you a splendidly rich imagination and a hell of a poor memory. Getting down to the basics, a peanut butter sandwich can be very -'ff i

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DO WE PROMI E LY MASQUERADE PAL E PROPHET or THE WORD? In this world there is the christian and the non- christian. Within christianity there is the extrinsically christian man and the intrinsically christian man. The extrinsically christian man is christian only by classification, as necessary to life as a program is to a computer. Outwardly, he espouses all the beliefs and traditions of christian culture. Yet, his life of acceptance, financial security, family, friends, and success have fooled him into believing himself to be an upright, good, and enlightened christian: All without the presence and acceptance of God's power in his life. This is not to say that he is NOT a good man, he is. But more, he is a secular humanist. His attentions and energies are focused upon social activity and wealth. He is honestly interested in and Concerned with the problems and future of mankind. Population - Ecology - Abortion - Euthanasia. Man can find the answer. Christopher Dawson, in HISTORIC REALITY OF CHRISTIAN CULTURE, observes that this secular situation offers us a new opportunity to see life in religious terms and not merely in terms of humanism and social welfare and political reform. It is here that the intrinsically christian man intersects the human, social, and political aspects of life with the mysterious, divine, and living presence of God. WORD - SPIRIT - WISDOM - LIFE imbue man with the meaning of creative power. Out of nothing, something. Out of death, life. Out of darkness, light. All of these movements evolve in process. Today, history and literature fuse with science and technology to meet the demands of the present movement. Religion seems irrelevant because it is unknown. It is unknown because man is preoccupied with other concerns. We are like the businessman in THE LITTLE PRINCE fAntoine de Saint Exuperyl who busily stated, I am concerned with matters of consequence: I am accurate. Sas Q