High Point University - Zenith Yearbook (High Point, NC)

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High Point College . . . professors clutching briefcases as they hastened by. Everywhere I met the in- fectious friendliness which I was hist learning to identify as a High Point College trademark. Later in the morn- ing we stopped nt the bookstore mid forged our way through the crowded, smoke-filled room in bin a cup i ) hot coffee mnl n llliie Book. The booths were Idled with chattering guys mnl co-eds sipping eol.es between classes, mid from the back of the room a jukebox blared Lore Me Tender. Suddenly there was u mud scramble for the door. The mail was up! I was swept along with the croud until I found myself in the past office where eager students uere open- ing their boxes hoping to find letters from boy friends, girl friends, and par- ents. II lunch time ire uere more than read) to relax and enjoy a warm meal. Each US boned our heads for a mo- ment oj silent glare before ue burst into conversation. Enjoying the fellowship of lunching together, listening to new friends discuss the freshman party, the bill the Student Government had passed, or tomorrow ' s chapel program. I felt myself a part of High Point College. Elbowed ami jostled, herded tike • utile, we swarm in the post off i if on chapel Jo s. This ts the happiest or most disheartening part of the morning the lettet ot the ilust-ftUeti mini hi- . Lunch a time r discussing pop quizzes, seeing sour best girl or guy, .. trying lo gel win money s worth mill ft l muLc the 1:30 class. Eager pre-meds and reluctant freshmen •limb the steep hill to the science building mnl lor an afternoon are trans- formed into chemists ami biologists. tint of class, ami the day is young! He golf, play tennis. sec an afternoon movie, catch up on sleep . felt ami expressed. •leeitmn «

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3 Spent a Juay at With heads adorned in hair curlers and with eyelids heav) limn l„, I. „l sleep, co-eds be- gin the day polishing laces II III, , fill lllltlT. Bacon and eggs reward the student who can get to break- fast nnil stay awake through- out the long line. At eight o ' clock morning de- votions, I. nulla Chapel is n spot tut starting the itu right whether the meditation is student ,,r faculty inspired. The sickest feeling on earth is tu awaken to rhe first , limit ' s ui the iln a fatal warning that the 8:20 class lm licrmiir n lillil A ' ., VI. I didn ' t find ii hard to climb out of bed ' iini morning! I washed my face mill dressed hurriedly, eagerly implor- ing my sleepy roommate to hurry up. I was an excited high school senior. spending the day with a friend at High Point College, which stood high on my list of prospective schools. Before long I litis pushing my tray along the rail in break fast line, almost frightened at be- ing confronted by so many strange faces at once, until I discovered that every face had a welcoming, if some- what sleepy, smile for me. I Iter breakfast my friend and I climbed the steps to l.indley Chapel for the daily morning worship service. A spirit of reverence and dedication filled the sun-lit Chapel. One of the college boys led a brief, earnest devotional. The students rose to sing, their vibrant voices uniting in a worshipful hymn. II ilh the clang of a bell the scene changed, as everyone scurried to 8:20 classes. Thronging the hall were laugh- ing co-eds in sweaters and shirts, boys discussing the intramural football games, freshmen with their despised purple- and-white beanies atop their heads, and

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. z4nd Unen 3 Knew From six o ' clock on, students leisure!) come and go to the small chapel on second poor to enjoy self-directed medita- lion a welcomed interlude between the rush mid hurry ,ii college life. I In 1 after-supper campus walk, whether with n sweetheart or a hrst friend, is u time for silence uml reminiscing us the sunset and inner chimes ! ' ■■ in i mi li other. From six in seven, some m us urc sin iiif; arm nil the piano most of us are playing cards n few •- ' us are play- ing ping-pong in the student i enter. In thr hli m . in- s ii ' ihI limns every evening, looking fur book S, staring into space, writing research papers, thumbing through magazines, whispering to irirmls. study- ing assignments. After lunch we climbed the hill to the laboratory, where students peering into their microscopes were already seated at long tables. They exchanged laughing and groaning comments as they worked, tal.ing time out noiv and then for a coke or a smoke. Seeking recreation after a long day of classes, the kids scattered, some to a movie, some to the tennis courts or stu- dent center, some to a bench under a tree with that special guy or gal. U e played a few holes of golf in the late afternoon breeze, then trooped back to supper, tired, but refreshed from this pleasant pastime. After supper we again climbed the steps to the Chapel. Stu- dents sat about the darkened room in silent prayer and meditation, bringing here the problems and decisions which face all young people who have achieved the freedom and responsibilities of col- lege students. I realized that the little (.Impel teas the very heart of High Point College life. The chimes were playing a familiar hymn as we walked out to the fountain in the fast falling dusk. Gazing back over the broad green lawn, we saw the toner etched against the sky.