Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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Initiation . . . Hearts Bound In Belonging Initiation was not over at the end of Freshman week. Upper classmen had their share of mild haz- ing, too. Neophytes in professional or honorary fraternities carried meal trays, shined shoes, and wore beanies. Would-be Phi Beta Lambdas did impromptu imitations to amuse actives and smashed pouf hair- dos with their blue beanies. Initiates for Sigma Tau Delta responded to a literary quiz adminis- tered by knowing philophels. Pledges to Alpha Kappa Psi gave melodious (?) command perform- ances in the Student Center, while speech-minded Pi Kappa Deltas literally lived in academic gowns. Whether the ordeal of initiation lasted a week or a quarter, initiates endured cheerfully the dirty jobs and friendly humiliation of their superiors, all for a sense of belonging. Bison painting and beanie wearing over, there were the solemn formal initia- tions and the reward, membership. Camaraderie was marked by blazers or characteristic activities. An indication of the success of clubs and of college was shown in better participation and organiza- tional spirit. An important part of college life— identification—was successfully accomplished. Taskmaster Janice West rides herd on Ernie Craun, Tina Cargile, and Jane Harper repairing Austin Peay’s impromptu midnight “Homecoming Exhibit.” Page 21

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They also enjoy who only sit and watch . . . Some coeds take advantage of this Beautiful Day just to rest and relax away from the usual round of classes. Magic Announcement Raises Pandemonium Always a novel announcement . . . Vice-Presi- dent Collins said the magic words “Beautiful Day” while commending student support of the Collins- Craig meeting. The words are out and chapel be- comes pandemonium. College closes for the annual respite from classes to play and picnic. October’s crisp bright day is perfect weather for a cross-town jaunt to Shelby Park where a chicken-and-ham picnic lunch is spread. Coed foot- ball and softball, paddleboat rides, and exhilarating nature trail hikes fill an afternoon that is over much too soon. Buses fill again with singing mass headed back to campus recreated for the next day’s scholastic demands. Time now to pause and reflect on the day’s activities—a stubbed toe, a newly made friend, a sketch drawn—before returning to the inevitable. An intensified commitment to academic su- periority has eliminated the former spring Beauti- ful Day. The dean has to hide his head only once a year, and annual Beautiful Day means more. Cafeteria lines recreated at Shelby Park and fun in the sun on an October afternoon . .. Lipscomb students observe their traditional fall Day Away. Page 20

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Campus Amphitheater, Hillbillies And Vespers Sun went down, and luminaries came on, every- where! Study night rule said the campus was clear at seven bells but mild fall evenings and scintillating spring and summer nocturnal weather were too perfect to give up the out-of-doors. Those short minutes between supper and seven were time for private conversations by pairs in non-private spots. Sometimes pairs evolved into a gathering, and nostalgic or merry folk-songs wafted across campus from a Lipscomb version of “Hootenanny.” Two gui- tars and close harmony were ideal propagandists for a gathering of singin’ hand-clappers. All would have lived happily ever after had not a uniform appeared to en- force campus rule number 70,000. An almost deserted campus suddenly filled again with life on Tuesday nights. Ten o’clock was the time and the steps of Alumni the place to meet the Dean for an all-campus devotional. The world was an enor- mous amphitheater as voices and hearts joined in “Hallelujah Praise Jehovah” and put prayer to melody in “Now the Day is Over.” A break in study, a few moments of peace as Dean Mack Craig led beloved songs of praise that will always hold particular meaning to those who chorused them those Tuesday nights. Hymns, Hootenanny, the hullabaloo of skating ex- cursions—activity surges and wanes on a Lipscomb night. Page 22 Everyone seemed able to sing with conviction ‘It Is Well With My Soul” under the star-canopied ten o’clock devotionals, Judy Sims and Jim McDoniel lend alto and bass to a chorus of harmony, symbol of a spirit of peace and fellowship.