Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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Elam’s Quadrangle Masculine Retreat “Who used all the hot water?” “Somebody’s got my English Leather!!” Elam’s quadrangle wakes up. Heavy lidded males suffering from last night’s cramming or session of solving international crises begin the day. College home for freshman is Old Elam, but upper-classmen friends in the newer half became increasingly popular as the weather warmed and studying or socializing found a better set in com- fortable air-conditioned rooms. Some experienced independence for the first time. Appreciation grew for the bed-makers and ironers of the past as laundry piled up and room checks found their housekeeping weighed in the balance and found wanting. Time was a problem, too. Trips to Jim Dandy for bologna and bread and automotive seminars seemed less important to Elamintes headed for cal- culus with half-completed assignments. Most de- veloped discipline after grades came out. Water fights, practical jokes, soul-sharing . . . man-style. Much midnight oil is burned in Elam as well as in the women’s dorms as students such as Alpha Tim Walker work late to have that paper in on time. Creative Armstrong storage produces chaos at dawn. Charles Bobo, Nathan Blake, Mel Brown, Winston Pickett, Bob “Happy” Carlton and Johnny Swang coordinate picking and pecking for fellow Elamites. Page 28

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Spring came first to local parks and students followed. Sunny afternoons . . . so much fun when shared, Bisonette shuffle for a seat on the end of the row was won by Lu Ann Brantley, reserving a permanent seat at the home basketball games for fiance Frank Black. a Datenights Pass, One Becomes Identifiable By ‘Two Friday night at last! Supervisor’s curfews re- laxed a bit, and Sewell, Johnson, and Fanning re- ceptionists are swamped with room numbers to buzz for a host of anxious males. Club cook-outs, ball games, and skating parties keep campus daters’ schedules filled with school ac- tivities; no car is no excuse on Lipscomb’s campus. Spring time is banquet time as all major organiza- tions go formal for their social finale. Excited girls created ante-bellum dresses after a bid from an AKPsi, June grads kept their fingers crossed for escorts to their last college formal. Fall and spring lured pairs to Nashville’s parks for a view of Middle Tennessee’s nature offerings. The pungent scent of frying bacon roused up walking sleepyheads eating a sunrise breakfast in Percy Warner Park. Weekends passed and the same pairs appeared together. In a quarter sometimes, more often less, one was identified by two. In months for some, in years for others, datetime came to mean prepara- tion time. Together anywhere was a precious time and there were plans to be made, most often for June, or Christmas for others. From that first freshman week when a pretty coed wondered, ‘Will I be asked?”, and a half brash-half bashful male wondered, ‘‘Will she go?”, through the days enclosed by a gold band, week- ends were full days, days for remembering. Loco locomotion may result when Harold Sutton is pushed around by Susan Chollette as they join the fun at the winter quarter all-school skating party. Page 27 Cc

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Shampoo and Shakespeare combine when Lipscombs’ cliff dwellers learn to live and work together. Heather Huffard and Dana Gray try coed co-existance. Scientists are not the only ones interested in the moon. “Et Tu Maggie B?” Special Allegiance Divisible By ‘Three The gregarious nature of dorm life, Lipscomb style. Pragmatic, profound, or moon-gazing ac- tivities provided precious storehouses of knowledge and memory. Symbols reminded us; bongos, ukes, diverting activities and cuckoo clocks warred against the desire for excellence. Our reasons for rapt attention to lunar philos- ophy were often not for next day’s Nat. Sci. class. We learned to give, to share, to tolerate, and to love, all the more a part of Lipscomb because we lived with her as our matriarch and constant companion. Sewell, Johnson, or Fanning Hall was our home, and we felt a special allegiance to our particular residence hall. We waited in line for room reservations, anxious to move or remain. During spring quarter we spent every spare moment in tying to outdo a comrade’s Coppertone job. Week-end campuses, demerits, and disapprov- ing looks grew increasingly scarce as we learned time-budgeting and independence. On our own, and yet peculiarly reliant upon one another, our community learned to live for real . . . to live for purpose and to love every minute of life. Page 29