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

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. J ' Would Before my friends settled down to study, we dropped into the student center where laughing guys and co-eds were playing together with the gay camara- derie anil friendliness which distin- guishes College life. I group in one corner was gathered around a card table. Someone was playing the piano, and tiro sophomores were trying out a new dance step. We played a fast game ping- pong, and then, refreshed by the exercise, ire gathered our hooks, and ambled to the library. My friends settled down to study in its quiet atmosphere while I read the funnies and wandered around, becoming acquainted with the wide variety of reading matter. After library hours, a gang of us gathered in a room down the hall to drink cokes, nibble potato chips, and to discuss until the late hours the major topics of life the opposite sex. that dreadful history assignment, the movie at the Center. . . . Tumbling into bed. I was not too sleepy to murmur a fervent prayer of thanks because I knew that this was not fust the end oj a pleasant day. but the first of many more happy days at High Point College. LIVE A YEAR! 9:15 in ! couples meet in the ftin-l, shin- if dance and la bridge; girls get cherry pep- sies, s iiitirr nnl . ami note- book paper In rarr hit ' I, hi roommates; boys stand around and wot ih girls. 1 1 s the short- est hall hour fi the ' If r an- philosophers, j li- ticians, psychiatrists! ' - ' ' - cuss professors, problems, the opposite ■« ' T e the i 1 ' iTis tn everything m our nightly hull sessions.

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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.

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cTutumnal leaves .... Magnificent c4utuntn! One leaves are falling, their work is done. Oneir splendid colors are titling as we meet acquaintance anil our claSSeS begin. ■ ■--- Unpredictable ruin .... hashing in big drops on lite walks, forming gentle mists on l te panes, now temperamental is the rain! ' Whether it be friendly or foul, we make our way toward the beckoning bells.