Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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President E. H. [jams Dear Backtoc Fok: Let me urge you, in imagination, to draw nearer the fireside in a more intimate circle of remembrance and appreciation. The 1936 Back1oe staff has worked with fine spirit to produce a book worthy of the Lipscomb spirit and the best campus traditions. For this work well done we can best show our appreciation by a greater measure of intimate friendliness and warm- hearted comradery. So I entreat you now and always when you open this book let it mean to you a glad reunion of classmates and friends, gathered in the cozy warmth of the BAckLoe glow of remembrance and love. In the old days when martyrs were tossed to the lions, it is said that an intended victim threw his arms around the lion’s neck and whispered an earnest and kindly message in his ear. As a result, it is said, the beast was first angry, then so frightened that he ran away. Asked by a startled crowd what he had done to frighten the lion away, the Christian said, “I said to him, 999 ‘Do not forget that after the banquet the speaking begins. In the arena of life when time, or distance, or “corroding care” threatens to take away your Lipscomb memories and rob you of friendships formed here, the truest friendships, banish these foes with the BackLoc. Gaze again upon its pages and summon the memories, joys, the friends of other days and lift the might of present burdens and illumine the way that leads to life. Hold on to your Back1oé and all its treasures. It in turn will warm your heart, brighten your pathway, and suggest some grace for every experience. Draw near the BAcKLoe circle and live near its traditions. E. H. Iyams, President. Page Eight

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Dean of Administration, N. L. Parks DEAR STUDENTS: Perhaps I should give you a lecture short, “to realize the opportunities about you,” or use these 250 words to exhort you to be bold and never let the evil one rout you, or remind you that “heights of great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight,” and that “men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves” to a greater height. Perhaps I could coat a moral with a story bright—like “Big Jim Browning and His Empty World,” or advise you in phrases now worn and trite to “‘press on to success” with your banners unfurled. Perhaps I— I know what you’re thinking! Don’t say it—perhaps I could (how I long to!), but I won’t. No cheering, please! ‘There'll be more chapels and classes, so I'll delay it till next year—my favorite “This Do and That Don’t.” Perhaps [ could with poetry nice—What’s that? You say you don’t know which is worse, my cantankerous, insipid advice, or my ill-made doggerel verse? Then, I'll give you neither—just my good wishes and the hope that when you leave the campus in June you will take with you the memories of your finest and richest school year thus far and the consciousness of being wiser and nobler, and more willing and better prepared to lose yourselves in great causes for man and for God. And now, pray with me in the Master’s name that our common faith in God and the certain triumph of his benevolent purpose may save us daily, that we may find that balance and harmony of life which we need, and that we may never cease to cherish the true values by which men live. Amen. N. L. Parxs, Dean. Page Nine