Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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“PEACE, PERFECT peace,” becomes a truth when students near God at devotionals. ANGUISH IS only momentary as the Bisons provide a weeknight respite from lessons. WALKS TO the library for study often call for a moment’s rest, in Stu Dungan’s case the front steps of Alumni provide the bench. 27

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Magically After Five the Campus Becomes Alive When darkness comes many things change or have their appearance altered; the dirt and filth of a city are covered by the blanket of night and only the flicker- ing lights show; shadows seem to be elongated from overhead lights providing a place for a moment’s rest; or darkness provides the backdrop for the warmth of a bonfire unthawing the frost-bitten fans of Greek foot- ball. It seems as though the campus forgets the more serious academic thoughts, at least for the moment, as would-be scholars enter the non-academic world of McQuiddy for a time of fun and support of our favorite team, the romping Bison Herd. Walks to the library for that study date often take considerably longer than expected and the final footnote for that English paper must be made-up, or “faked” and handed in with a prayer. Dreams are built and lives are committed in a few precious moments stolen in walks around Alumni. Tuesday nights the campus is usually deserted; Crisman is gradually losing its scholars to the student center and hamburgers as the curfew of ten again rears its head. The Dean arrives and wraps his coat closer about him as the wind blows and walks to the steps of Alumni and gradually the students begin to filter out; a solitary girl comes from the lighted porch of Fanning and a pack of boys emerge from Elam’s depths; the student center almost forceably closes its doors forcing a choice of dorm or devotionals. Peace, perfect peace almost becomes a reality as voices of not too melodious qualities combine, creating worship to our God through a brief quarter hour’s contact with His wonders. This is the magic hour when the campus really is alive—the lingering moments in the cafeteria over un- touched food, and the walks to the drugstore in the warm breeze of springtime or the cold, biting wind of snow. This is the magic of life on campus after five. LEAPING FLAMES signify the opening of another football season as students gather around its warmth on the brisk, cooling fall nights. 26

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The Lettermen at Lipscomb! A Spellbinding Phrase Uneasiness, anticipation, and excitement blos- somed into eager acceptance and a warm reception as Lipscomb’s first non-alumnus popular singing group took the stage as well as the capacity crowd on a memorable February 4, 1965. Packed to ca- pacity unmatched by any admission charged audi- ence ever, Alumni Auditorium was filled with music, rocked with laughter, and thundered with applause of long, long curtain calls. Reactions were legion as a managing editor threw the budget to the wind with pictures, swooning with the rest of the coeds as dates became secondary in importance, if important at all. An autograph, a set of tickets, a treasured if brief con- versation with “‘them” all constituting an evening to be filed in the memory with the very best. Who were “they”? Oh, you remember. The Lettermen. MELLOW TONES of magiclike quality capture the hearts of the audience as the Lettermen sing old standards with style and restyle the popular ones. GROUP MEDLEYS of gently fun-poking at the current hit makers met a responsive audience with Beetle’s “I wanna hold your hand.” 28