Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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eae oes silently falls, the college campus becomes a refuge for shadows. The singular shadows merge into two for tranquil walks about the campus and quiet talks on park benches beneath the canopy of new spring leaves . . . an everyday occasion for memories. DEDICATED Kappas worked through the night creating award winning Homecoming Exhibit of wood, paper mache, and hundreds of gold mums.

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THE SPRING campus came alive with the vivid impres- sion of Shakespeare’s famed historical play, ‘Richard II.” CHILLY FALL evenings find Lipscomb gathered around the blazing timbers of a pre-game bonfire to heighten the intense Greek club spirit for football. Night’s Enchantment Brings Mellowness To Campus Red skies fade into pink skies, fade into purple skies, fade into black skies. Stars twinkle... moon shines. . . luminaries glow. Music drifts lazily from atop Alumni ... perfume wafts from sweet-scented locust blossoms. Elongated shadows, hand in hand, creep stealthily over ground and sidewalks, suddenly lost in the mammoth obscurity of dusky trees where secret communications are transmitted from misty eyes to misty eyes in the magical moments after five. Seven o’clock .. . music fades . . . luminaries glare. Double shadows give way to a single shadow in blue uniform and white cap. Refuge is sought over milk- shakes, cokes, and banana splits in the student center and through “study” in the library. Beneath tables shaded hands still secretively clasp shaded hands, while 20 smiling eyes continue communicating secret messages to smiling eyes. Ten o'clock . . . double and single shadows form a conflux of silhouettes on the steps of Alumni. Dean Mack Wayne Craig leads the group in familiar hymns as surrounding nature becomes the house of worship. With closed eyes and open heart, each separate mind communicates only with God. ‘Now the Day is Over” . male and female voices mingle in a harmonious prayer of thanksgiving for the blessings of life. Shadows disintegrate into four distinct paths and disappear, but luminaries continue their gleaming vigil until dawn. Silence is broken only by the faint rustle of leaves and the soft footsteps of the single shadowy figure in blue uniform and white cap.

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AMID CLUB Chante elegance Dana Tice plays folk melodies an country favorites in a striking contrast to the regular club men A PIANO player’s view of Nathan Black as he raps out tempos to stir the patrons of winter quarters impressive Club Chante. ACHING SIDES and a storm of applause resulted as alumni Ray Walker and member of the Jordonaires satire Lipscomb in ‘What'd I Say?” THE GLEN Echoes’ unique tone and quality cap- tivates the lover of the current folk ballads.