Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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MARRIED LIFE In the spring, or fall, or winter, or summer —a young man’s fancy turns, and suddenly he hears wedding bells. The dorm room gives place to the efficiency apartment and someone with the same last name accompanies him to class. An important consideration in this contract is the business of getting three meals a day, from the male point of view and the skill involved in making them taste a little like Mom’s, says the Mrs. Seems that Ann Hudson’s mastered the art. —husband Jerry is all smiles. Marriage doesn’t mean any less studying, but at least you can share it. Here Alice and Wayne Newland enjoy some iced tea while boning up for history class. : Money—ouch!!! Sometimes those corners really need some sharp cutting. Just when Harry Rose decided to work on the budget, wife Maxine found a “precious” outfit in Mademoiselle. Teamwork is not only nice to have, it’s essen- tial when both are in school. Will Goodheer lends Lee a hand with the dishes. But sometimes the men folks decide to let her do it all; that’s when they need a bit of en- couragement. Roger Flannery gets a less-than- gentle hint from Amanda that his paper-reading’s about to be cut short Courtesy can continue after marriage and Dick shows us just how it still works as he assists Joyce in getting into the car after a hard day’s work in the cafeteria. Married life’s pretty wonderful, especially when that little one comes along. Proud Papa Bill Banowsky and Mommy Gay show off little David Wade Banowsky, Lipscomb’s class of ’80.

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CULMINATION OF THE YEAR The last time. There's something nos- talgic about it, something that makes you look back and wish you could relive the davs that are no more. Yet there’s a thrill to it also. It says that though you're about to finish some- thing wonderful, the thing's that lie ahead are filled with untold possibilities. So the seniors registered for the last time. For the last time they sat at the big, round Student Center table, and filled out the Dean's Office cards and class cards. It was time to order caps and gowns. Measure carefully—the cap that doesn’t fit may be your own. Then the culmination of high school dreams, of work that led to this hour. This is graduation. Faculty members donned their robes to be with the seniors in this triumph as they had been in many others. Our seniors were wonderful, and we'll miss them. May they in later years look to this section, sit and remember “the beauty of fire from the beauty of embers.” Fy, Oe OEY NE aT Oe eat meat ar Lome we niok pene