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

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uhU U four (Book, Student . . . This is your Book, Students. . . . How did The 1957 Zenith begin? It began last spring with the election of four staff members. One morning, a few days after the election, the editor suddenly realized that she was editor, and in desperation she rushed to the library to check out every book and magazine which even remotely concerned itself with collegiate publications. From that point on. this book took precedence over all extra- curricular activities and studies. Spring planning for work began. The editor started doodling possible page layouts in class, pondering over various themes, collecting information from the 1956 editor, and frantically ordering Kyle to take pictures of anything and everything in sight. Realizing the inadequacy of the Zenith Office as a true workshop, the business manager and the editor neglected to study for examinations in order to sell pictures for revenue to be used in redecorating their part of the tower. Correspondence and several trips from Lynchburg to High Point rounded out the summer labor of the editor. By September, our baby was already the center of attention; and page by page, picture by picture, and sentence by sentence it grew. The over-all blueprint of the book is expressed in our theme. Live A Year With Us. . . . We have attempted to put a fresh approach into a traditional theme for yearbooks. This theme, we feel, is appropriate because it easily leads into a reflection of the atmosphere and spirit of High Point College. With you, the students, in mind, we have carefully planned the layout, the photography, the copy, and the art work. The pictures as a whole tell our 1956-57 story rather than merely show our faces. We have emphasized this feature for the purpose of portraying you as you really are, thus painting a true picture of life at High Point College for the outsider, and creating a living echo of this year ' s events for your enjoyment in future years. An informal style was selected for the printed material with the hope that the student will read the annual as well as look at it. The architectual theme of the art work on the division pages symbolizes the physical aspect of our college through which we are introduced into each of the actual living and breathing phases of our school. To reflect memorable moments — such is our ambition as we present this volume of the Zenith. Producing a book is one of the most thrilling arid agonizing projects one can encounter — the thrill of creating, and the agony of never actually reaching the dreams of what it should be. We. the staff, have expe- rienced many emotions between these two. but all in all it has been a wonderful year of planning, working, cry- ing, and laughing together. We have learned to love each other and to understand each other in a way which could never be reproduced anywhere except in the last little room on the right in the tower — the Zenith Office — a room overcrowded and cluttered with papers, pictures, books, and layouts. Qualities and attributes of many kinds were expressed in the work of each staff member. Loyalty — that is Pansy scheduling picture appointments, always doing more than her share, never complaining about working night after night in the tower, and giving encouragement to other staff members. Faithfulness — that is Betty writing copy, always willing to lend a helping hand in every phase of the work, never tiring in her efforts to give us the best reading material, and forever unregretfully writing for those who failed to meet deadlines. Constancy — that is Pat selling advertisements, sending letters, collecting money, writing bills, and smiling through it all. Efficiency — that is Kyle taking pictures, suggesting arrangements, helping with layout, and never ceasing to be creative in his ideas. To Louise. Bob. Mell, Fred. Murphy. Barbara. Bill, Ruby, Bobo, Harold, Braxton, Jo, Wilbur. Jack, and everyone of the co-operative staff workers, go the highest laurels and deepest gratitude. To our advisors, Miss Idol and Dr. Robinson, without whom we could not have printed the book, we say thank you for your encouragement, advice, and most of all for your confidence in us. And to you, the students, we owe much. We have benefited by your suggestions in arrangement of material, have used your new ideas for additions to the book, and have given you a vote in making the big decisions. You have voiced vour opinions both complimentary and uncomplimentary throughout the year, and for that, we thank you. You have lived the pages of this book, and realizing that you are the only real critics, we, holding our breaths and with sincere humility, present to you the 1957 edition of the Zenith. Editor

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T)ku 3 u our Jjooh • • • Jbr. Stuart C. JueAKinA DR. STUART C. DESKINS His teaching consists not so much m imparting knowledge as in stimulating the pupil in its lore and pursuit. A sincere smile, a cordial handshake, a sympathetic ear combine lo create a personality who has endeared himself lo Loth faculty and students. He makes a student feel im- mediately at case in his classroom, in his office, or on a chance meeting in the hall, lie has an unusual ability to inspire young people to live up to their potentialities and to become honest, useful citizens; through his confidence in them, he challenges each person to he his best self. All these qualities are exemplified in his own life. For his friendship, for his service above and beyond the call o| duty, and lor all his contributions to our college, we gratefully dedicate this, our 1957 Zenith, to Dr. Stuart C. I )c»kin«.

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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