Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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ALPHA DOMINANCE carried over into the social realm as the Alpha luau proved to be one of the most elaborate parties ever held in the club’s history. be highly worthy of its name as discarded melon rinds were THE ANNUAL late summer Melon Mess proved to : covered the ground and most Lipscomb students. tossed into overflowing barrels and slippery melon seeds 13

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Summer Students Transform Worktime Into Funtime Suntan, softball, and wooden spoon typified our life at Lipscomb as the new fourth quarter wedded socials in the spring to football in the fall. Sum- mer quarter seemed to most to be just another quarter . . . almost. While others vacationed, six-hundred returned to campus in June armed with tennis rackets, golf clubs, and suntan lotion to spend the summer in “serious” pursuit of knowledge. Bare ankles and arms soaked up hot summer sun, while inside, win- try blasts from cold air-conditioned “comfort” brought out goosebumps and sweaters during aca- demic hours. On lazy afternoons, insipid fans sat in shaded grass watching energetic fellow-Greeks with bat, ball, and mitt. Late shadows elongated into dusk. Stars and luminaries twinkled through swaying leaves. Nights brought watermelon feasts, folk operas, devotionals, outings, fun... a panoramic summer. LIPSCOMB’S SUMMER theatre brought a new form of drama to the Lipscomb stage in the form of the folk musical. A LATE summer graduation was the beginning for the second August graduates in Lipscomb’s history. Newly acquired sheepskins quickly went to work in the coming fall as new teachers entered the classrooms; potential executives sat at their desks; and marriage yows exchanged. a2

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LIPSCOMB’S ANSWER to the pyramids proved considerably more unstable than those of Gaza, as “freed” students enjoy one last beautiful day of fall. Beautiful Day Comes; Academics Obliviated ... and it was a beautiful day. Some of us had suspected; others had doubted. Old Rumor had thrown in timely words about bus arrangements and picnic preparations in the cafeteria. No one had known for certain, until... Visiting speaker Walter Adams, dean of Abilene Christian College, said so in chapel, and everyone agreed. A thunder of applause indicated approval, the usual “that’s all’ was pronounced, and an ef- fervescent crowd flooded the campus to make ready for a not-so-routine day. As a turbid mass, we stumbled aboard buses and into cars. Shelby Park was our destination; re- laxation, our immediate goal. Some played football, softball, volleyball. A few built human pyramids, while others applauded from dappled shade. Many hiked. All found pleasure in a most unusual day. One o’clock, and our faces formed a hungry, weaving row. Our only consolation as we sadly boarded buses was the knowledge that next year will bring another Beautiful Day. VOLLEYBALL AT Beautiful Day proves to be a highly competitive co-educational sport. Lipscomb’s giant, Stu Dungan, reaches beyond his already im- pressive height, perhaps mistaking the game for that of basketball, and providing game with moments of humor and laughter from this court jester. 14