Lee College - Vindauga Yearbook (Cleveland, TN)

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Gerald Justus Christian Education Ftobin R. Killman English Nina Driggers Philological Association, S.N.E.A Alpha Chi tSecretary 1978-793, Vindagua Margaret Chambers Kirk Psychology Russell Ft. Kopp Biblical-Historical Studies P.F.C., Ministerial Association, Pi Alpha Sigma, T.A.C.T. Michael Kreider Business Education John M. Larson Biblical Education David Lattimore Physical Education Vikings iCaptain 1978-795 Timothy Lawrence Chemistry Patsy Joyce Lawson Elementary Education Frank Lear Psychology 22

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as -:cpu 5 G Love and the Milk Machine It was the third week of the semester when I first saw him and fell hopelessly in love. There he stood-the epitome of manhood, the physical embod- iment of all my dreams as if he just materialized out of thin air. He was digging chocolate chip ice cream out of the freezer, and I watched his muscles ripple with each scoop. Thereafter, I looked for him everywhere on campus, but it seemed that the cafeteria was our only mutual habitation. At each meal he sauntered through the line and picked out an entree, a grapefruit and two glasses of Dr. Pepper. Whenever I could observe him inconspicuously, I would watch him cut his grapefruit with his knife-so genteel! Sometimes it seemed that he looked my way, but I could never be sure. Our romance would never grow to maturity, I was sure, for society had placed an insurmountable obstacle between us. We were doomed to love from afar because he sat on the opposite side of the cafeteria from me, the milk machine serving as the barrier to keep us apart-the great gulf fixed between us. With heaviness, I accepted my destiny and moved about in a great fog except for the bright glimpse of him each day. But one day my course was changed: joy came back into my life! He bumped into me in the post office after chapel. When he apologized for his clumsiness the had been reading a letter from his motherj, our eyes met and held. speaking inutterable volumes of confessions of love. My heart soared! I'm not sure exactly how everything happened from that pointg it was all such a spin! But we found ourselves together often-in the library, walking to class, in line at the business office window-and we carefully worked out a plan to overcome the cafeteria barrier. We slowly moved closer to the center, each from our respective places, and finally met in the middle at one of the smaller tables. Together at last, we basked in the luxury of each other's presence. We spent every moment possible together, lingering after classes. after meals and at the door of my dorm until curfew forced us apart. I was so happy I could hardly breathe. Near the end of the semester, we were at supper. and he went to get more Dr. Pepper. As I watched him walk up to the counter, another figure caught my eye. Had I never seen him before? The sight of him entranced meg I couldn't turn away. He must have felt my stare, for he suddenly looked straight at me and smiled. All else faded from view in the brightness of that smile. His smile glimmered effortlessly in my mind's eye. He was the epitome of manhood, the physical embodiment of all my dreams as if he just materialized out of thin air. Ours was a hopeless situationg our love could never be. But then one day. he bumped into me in the post office ....

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tx.. X MANY HOURS Many hours I spend in classrooms My nescient mind to enlighten To themes and thoughts that evoke a fountain Then fall to a well with pain to heighten Again to the mastery of my early ambition Now gone from one who is weary of use Of memorization for multiple choice, Indulgent in mnemonic abuse! Professor, my pate you inundate With verbose, pedantic articulations In lecture with an air of the esoteric. Proud coloration of mundane cogitationsl New worlds are opened when books are readg The subject matter is worthy, But the only aggrandizement from your artful spiels Are notebooks of redundancy!