Hendrix College - Troubadour Yearbook (Conway, AR)

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DEDICATION Dedication is given to Dr. Harold Allen As one visits in a sunny, small office on third floor in the Ad Building, he may come to know Dr. Hal Allen . . . the man who is the epitome of what we want this book to mean to its readers: awareness, pleasure in living, and, thus, growing. He has the courage to involve himself, rather than simply to participate. He has chosen, not to become a social or civic lion, but to create and expand his department, to serve in his church, to quietly encourage progress of personal relations, even international ones. He is a teacher, yet he has met his students on a plane that creates cameraderie. He said to us casually, What do I like to do outside the classroom? Talk with students and come to know them. And perhaps he does not realize how often students say that inside the classroom he shares with them each step of the experience of learning. He is a short, stocky man with a shy smile and soft, precise voice, he is an intellectual and he is relevant. More, he has shared his living with us. The 1967 TROUBADOUR staff dedicates its book to DR. HAROLD V. ALLEN.

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X It was Methodism or Baptism . . . a building with a spire. And now it is relating and communicating, becoming and fulfillment. Mama says growing up. And we are to find it here. She says. But now? When we strike out wildly with our heads in paper bags? When it is all foggy-fuzzy and we grope for ropes under the water? Few have it laser- clear and easy. The others found it at First Building. But a cross is strict and old-fashioned. Most don't admit they've tried itg they only take O.T. Or they try emotion. Better than Hugh Hefner hedonism, because it's personal. fBut naive.J Find meaning, Someone to call your own, goes the song. Don't let her know it's only I-It. Say instead, It's a lovely Conway sunset. Or aesthetics. Look at a painting and read the review. Smile with teeth and shrug inside. Or body. Physical. Lovely rippling muscles on hard, grainy, oval track. There is a reason. Or more, from a person. We have not yet outgrown hero-worship. He has all the answers, only get close enough and talk slow enough and long enough and deep enough. He is adult. He has the answers. Tell us, hero, why this world swings as it does. But sometimes wobbles. Why we are nothing upon it and in it and through it. There is a reason. Look. You will find why.

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Dr. Harold V. Allen ,P