Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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At first the freshman struggle to belong. Struggle ‘To Survive And Succeed The ignominious lot of every freshman worm . . . Beanie week, complete with purple-gold chapeaux. Alma Mater slaughtered time and again by well-meaning new- comers. Upper class frustration at not being able to inflict a more severe initiation upon the fortunate frosh. Class elections—signs, signs, everywhere . . . aloneness forgotten among faces now familiar and friendly . . . the truly important part of elections accomplished. As the ordeal of orientation accomplishes its purpose, anxious faces mellow into the conformity of life at Lipscomb. Elections and initiations for- gotten, and other formidable frontiers to conquer and overcome in a fast four years. Collegiate orientation is a struggle to survive. A part of life... and us. Competition is the key to college living.

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Game For The First Day of School Long day’s journey into Lipscomb. Found at the foot of thirty lines. Counsellors are concerned or casual. Frantic is the freshman at first. He begins according to the name of his father and ends up spending the money of the same. Seeking out the scholar’s way of life. Decisions must be made and must be met. What major. What minor. What pro- fessor. Which lab. When to eat. How large a load can be carried. Handwriting gets worse with each classcard. And sometimes the best courses are closed. Business office line moves swiftly. It’s all over. But it isn’t. Bound Babbler and BackKLOG appointments are to buy. A K Psi wants each to have a little white book of names and numbers. And the book- store has books to buy. Pick up pencils and spirals and erasers. Pass by sweatshirts and pennants for a copy of a translation by the New English press. Out of one line and into another. This time for Cokes and conversa- tion. Relaxation for a tired and happy winner of the game. Game for the first day of college. Step-a-long in Registration’s long line. Page 27

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Beautiful is the Day that puts the mass in motion. When Lipscomb Goes Out To Play Dozens of speculations. Calls to bus lines. Inspection of types of food being prepared. Stolen glances at the calendar in Bro. Collins’ office. All suddenly coming to an end. Hushed whispers exchanged for wild applause. One lovely October day. A “Beautiful Day.” Girls rush to change into sport clothes. And boys rushing after the girls. Preparation for a day of fun at Shelby Park. A few had moments of indecision, considering the amount of work to be accomplished in a quiet dorm room. But even these thoughts did not last long. The sun moved higher in the sky. And the shouts of joy were to be heard. Motley mass of Lips- comb at play. Volleyball, football, softball, making new acquaintances, and you-name-it. Whetting appetites. Long lines mattering little as a lunch of chicken, cold drinks, and ice-cream sandwiches came adding to Lips- comb’s dream-like day. Then the long, drowsy bus ride across town... bring happy picnickers home. And then a night that was a “Beautiful Night.” No one hurrying in after church. For no studying to be done for Thursday’s class. And waiting for next year and the guesses, the whispers, the surprise. Traditional holiday. When Lipscomb goes out to play. There is still time, Brother. Bye Fe ey » Be $8 ee : % Page 29