Harding College - Petit Jean Yearbook (Searcy, AR)

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e Mazzio mania! Scoping is at its height every Monday night when males and females alike turn out if: droves to indulge in pizza galore! Eddie Madden, Todd Gentry and Tony Gentry entertain their friends on one such night. - photo by Karen Roseberry. What's the latest? Freshman Tina Britton and freshman Mark Moore both from Michigan, scope the club boxes to find out the latest. - photo by Ieff Robinson. Mail call! A favorite scoping place, the mail room, provides the perfect opportunity to see many friends since everyone checks their mail at least twice a day. - staff photo. Scoping 27

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Sc0ping Harding-styl Finding fit Hills easy 1 t really does happen here at Harding. Everywhere. It happens in the cafeteria, the student center, the library. It occurs in chapel, church, campus movies and at all sporting events. It is done in the laundrymat, on the front lawn, and from the second floor windows of all buildings on campus. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the Harding scope. Please, feign not shock or disbelief, for you know quite well that this is an in- tegral part of your life. Being the vibrant youth which you are, you are constantly aware of the examples of the opposite sex which spin in, through, and out of your life every minute of every day. And as they spin through, you check them out. This is the scope, and its forms are many. Take, for instance, the innocuous setting of the library. Picture 3 young man at a table in the periodical reading room. His position is such that he can see clearly all those who enter and exit the room. The book is propped up on the table partially obscuring his face. His look is intense. A young woman enters the room. His eyes dart up over the book to lock on her as she makes her way to a table. His mind is whirring, filing bits of data, retreiving others, until she is cataloged and secured in his mind. His eyes are still fixed on her . . . wait, she's looking up . . . she sees him . . . eye contact is made. The scope is over. What Table talk. Freshman Stephanie Elchuch sophomore Suzan Hen- son, and junior Iam'ce Ogburn, chit chat while sitting at the Mex- ican Aid table set up by Campus Ministry in the Student Center, a popular place to socialize. - photo by Ieff Robinson. 26 Scoping f you know where to look we now have is an encounter, which is entirely different, and, in most cases, is never followed up. Scoping is not at all limited to the males. In fact, the women are constantly scoping guys, no matter the situation. Case in point: A young man who leads in church or chapel. The second he ap- proaches the podium, every female in the building is rating him. Shamelessly. The following is a glimpse into the thoughts of a young lady as she observes the young man on display. OK, nice approach. Confident. Pretty tie. Maybe a lighter shade of red would be nicer. Nice hair, too. Oh, wow, nice speaking voice. He announced the number twice. Good. Here's the im- portant part . . . oh . . . well, maybe he just had surgery. Nice suit though. Now, that guy sitting on the left . . . Ah, young ladies, am I correct? The scope is a many faceted ordeal. Sometimes the scopee is quite aware that he or she is under observation and this tends to alter behavior in a most peculiar manner. For example, we all know that whenever anyone ascends or descends the bleachers at a sporting event all eyes are on, not the game but the party climbing about in front of us. When thousands of eyes are turned upon a person, certain alterations take place. In males, the chest juts out the shoulders are thrown back and the aggressive swagger is adopted. In females, the walk takes on a bit more, ah, personality and rhythm than usual. If you do not believe, watch closely at the nex game. The cheerleaders are not the 0111 ones putting on a show. Scoping at ground level is fun, but to the scoping purist, altitude is a must Hence the scope from the second floor 0 the Bible building. This height advantag- has many blessings, not the least of whic is anonymity. Also, the panoramic vie is awe inspiring. The scope angle includ- the library, the entire front lawn and th approaches from all the women's dorms Truly a perfect scope. The student center scope is the mos basic of all scopes. So basic that hig school students test their skill there durin Spring Sing weekend. They always mis the entire purpose of the scope, that 0 anonymous observance. A high schoo student scope is characterized by lou- giggling, a noticeable amount of winkin and nudging and audible salivation Totally without class. We have merely taken a glimpse at th wonderful world of scoping. The tip 0 the iceburg, as it were. There still remai the Wendy's drive thru scope, the chape balcony scope, and the cinemascope, th latter being the act of checking oul everyone else's date at a movie. Taking all this into consideration, it i apparent that the scope is universal. It i in every aspect of our lives, and it is . beautiful thing. Treat it with respect. B aware of its power. And remember - . scope is a terrible thing to wastem - by Todd Thompson

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The Lilypool here were certain things at Harding that you just didn't question. My roommate habitually went to the library to study and left her books in the room. I didn't ask. Fifty girls in suntan oil crowd- ed Cathcart deck on February twelfth. I said nothing. Half the student body spent the year munching the nights away only to crash out between every class, and dur- ing some. Sense? We did not demand sense - we accepted and continued on. At first I thought it was a fluke. They announced the lilypool devo to take place on the Benson steps. Fine, thought I, perhaps it is due to the sacriligious stench rising from the growing slime, on the water. The next week we met in Heritage lobby and then back to the Benson steps. Oh, of course! We couldn't meet at the lilypool because of the recent soapsud slimicide attempt. At one point I was sure that it was due to the skinned and blood- drained cat left floating in the water by a pack of biology majors. Well, as it seems, it eventually migrated to the recording studio and settled there on at least a semi- permanent basis. Once I went to the recording studio and found a note taped to the door. LILYPOOL DEVO MOVED TO THE LILYPOOL. During the devo- tional I heard two seniors muttering behind me, What'd they have it here for? That's stupid. Like I said, some things you simply did not question. One of my most vivid memories is of W one l'spontaneous devo night when I was trying to follow Jerry Savagels speed- singing version of When We All Get to Heaven while chewing two pieces of jumbo double bubble. At one point I nearly choked, and I'm almost sure that several people cast me cutting glares. Em- barrassed, I hunted in fervent silence for a way to dispose of it. Finding nothing, I contemplated swallowing it only to be rescued by my survival instinct. Finally, I discreetly removed the blob and held it quietly in my hand. The song ended and Jerry bounded to his feet. Ok folks, let's all stand up and grab each other's hands for this next one! Thanks, Jerry. In panic, I stuck it to the floor only to realize during the next song that the boy beside me could not keep his eyes off the pink strand dangling from the end of my finger. I smiled demurely at him and sang on. When we sat back down, Icaretully sat on -- without actually sitting on - the piece of gum. In the meantime, a host of late-comers had gathered in the doorway finding no entrance through the crowd of cross-legged warblers. So, of course, Jum- ping Jerry, full of smiles, lept to his fet in- sisting that we all move in about ten feet. Fine. I grabbed my gum and began to scoot, only to notice a thin layer of goo which had not come with me. I was honestly sorry for the thin, retiring boy who sat in my place. As the devo neared it's close, I foresaw the inevitable hand-holding finale of A Common Love. My mind quickly scan- ned the alternatives and then covered them again. I could put the gum back on the floor. No, too much guilt involved. could refuse to hold the hand of the b0 next to me. No, too many social repercus sions. My only two options left were to either make a mad dash for the door mut tering curfew, curfew, to realize that even that might be impossi ble. Each finger was quite securel clamped to the other in a permanent fist Fast and furiously, I worked it into a bal and popped the only slightly gritty mass into my mouth just before the cue to stand and sing. Attempting to hold hands loose 1y, I glanced over at the boy beside me to find him looking at me with eyes gleam ing, not with mirth, but with tears! He smiled a brotherly-affectionate smile and squeezed my hand in a loving grip. The song swelled in volume and filled the room as hundreds of people lifted their voices in harmony. All clubs and all classes were holding hands, some arm-in- arm, all smiling and full of love for the others. Now this is what Harding is all about! I thought. The song ended and as we prayed, I realized that God really was there, right in the midst of us; and, although many had tests the next day, they had chosen to meet together simply because they had wanted to. I thanked the Lord silently for the chance to stand together with so many Christians, and decided not to worry about how to let go of the hand in mine. m - Laura M. Daniel Comfort counts. The informal atmosphere of a Lily Pool devotional encourages students in at- tendance throughout the semester. Ellen Richardson and Robyn Phillips, both of Mem- phis, Tennessee, display two of the many comfort positions. - photo by Danny Meeks. 28 Lily Pool Devotional