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

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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.

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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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One Winter A Snow .... J png hoped for, a blanket of Snow coven our campus! We cut classes — Some of us to romp and gallop tilth joy — Some of us to stand in silent tribute to this marvelous miracle o nature. Sweet Spring .... Daughter of a stormy sire, winter ' s lovely child is presented to us in all her blossoming glory! Our eyes cannot remain on the professor; the window offers too much competition for attention.