North Carolina State University - Agromeck Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

Text from Pages 1 - 250 of the 1977 volume:

MOVE IN. I MOVE OUT. The time in between is now, and however impermanent, the place is home. 1977 AGROMECK EDITOR Dophne Homnn ASSISTANT EDITOR Michael O ' Drien PHOTO EDITOR Horr Lynch LAYOUT EDITOR Doug Cole PRODUCTION MANAGER Martin Ericson PRODUCTION David BIythe Jim DqvIs Corel Edwords Dorboro Ellington Jeonie Stocks PHOTOGRAPHY Normon Doggett Steve Gaines John Gough Tom Lehnberg Neill McCormIck Michael O ' Brien Mary Temple John Tsontes Dovid Turner Color Art by Carol Edwards Copyright © 1977 by the Student Publlcotion Board of North Corolino State University, Raleigh, North Carolina. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without the express written permission of Dophne Homm or the Assistont Dean of Student Development. Printed in the United States of America by Hunter Publishing Compony, Winston-Solem, North Carolina. CONTENTS PEOPLE ALONE AND PEOPLE TOGETHER 4 An essay on the university comnnunity and people that bring It to life. A LOT OF THINGS THAT HAPPENED 24 A chronologicol review of the organized events that entertoined ond sometimes educated. WHERE I BELONG, AT LEAST FOR NOW 80 A study of student living situations that are lifestyles in themselves. AT LEAST ONE PAIR OF TENNIS SHOES 120 A recap of the sports year filled with personal and team successes ond frustrotions. SOMETIMES I GET LOST IN ALL THE PEOPLE 1 54 The seniors and undergraduates with comic interpretotions of school stereotypes. EMPTY SPACES LEFT 228 A statement about leaving — the exodus. WHERE I BELONG •AT LEAST FOR NOW To try to write oil the things that I wonted to soy through this book to which I hove given o year of my life is difficult. I om ofroid thot I will leave some- thing out, be wrongly translated or misunderstood. I wanted to give you something of your- selves to keep forever, for as you chonge ond grow you may lose the uniqueness of this single year at N. C State. Though no one perhaps con touch or recreate your experiences directly, I hove tried to reach into the year with both my hands and to bring you the tiny bit thot didn ' t sift through my fingers. I remember coming here for orientation end thinking My God, how did I end up here? This is the ugliest place I ' ve ever been. But thot was before I hod seen the Court of North Coroiina at eight a.m., dewy in the sunlight. That was before I heard the ominous hum of the Physical Plant or the midnight clanging of pipes that vein the walls of buildings that keep me warm. My negative thoughts come before I smelled the cold, gloomy dompness of much-trampled tunnels or the sultry thickness of greenhouse air, heavy with dirt and fertilizer. And before I hod tested the milk in the little triangular cartons, milk produced by State ' s own cows. (I couldn ' t get over that.) It is true that there ore other hums and clongings, other tunnels and greenhouses, other cows and milk. But State ' s ore o little different, just because they ' re port of where I belong — at least for now. The sights and sounds and tastes and smells ore only a tiny port of this university ond its speciolness. The biggest port is the presence of people — friends, roommates, haltmotes, suitemotes, housemates. People with whom I am close. People with whom I am not. People clone and people together. Walk across campus early some Sunday morning and feel how the absence of people mokes every place seem hollow, flat, still. But sometimes I can get lost in all the people. They can seem hostile, frightening, boisterous, closing in oround me. Or they con be friendly, accepting, reaching and dra wing me in. At other times I can simply sink into oblivion among so many people. Try slipping into the Erdohl-Cloyd theatre some Wednesday night to achieve true ononymity. I don ' t always wont or need people around me. Their presence is sometimes confining, frustroting, irritating. But their existence and gathering here gives the university landscape its purpose and its essence. Articles in this section by: Dophne Homm Jim Davis ■- mi ! iSSRi« ■HARRY LYNCH - - j 1 ' .. v : lA-  V ! • i -•.■w ?. ;d8 153; NORMAN DOCCETT ELIZABETH PRESTON HARRY LYNCH MICHAEL OBRIEN MARY TEMPLE ! ■ ' F iltil b ' ' ' - 1 1 Ib B --4. - ' « ' - hI B ' - ' ' H .. w ,r ,i , =. - J %-lk MICHAEL O ' BRIEN MICHAEL O ' BRIEN HARRY LYNCH rtri! ■ IE?, r ' A- 14 How do you wont it, Soro? Do you wont it softened, the edges blurred, rour ded, lines fodir g Qwoy; the whole thing dreonny and wistful? Is thot how you feel it should be? I often felt that was how it WQS. Sonne mornings in the foil conning down the walk behind Carroll and Metcolf with the light oil yellow, the shadows long, wet leaves pasted on the sidewalk, and the gross under the trees there the brightest of greens — nothing was more real and I didn ' t wont to be olive anywhere else but here because for once I felt I belonged. Do you remember when I was here the first time? I didn ' t belong at all. So alone and scared. All I con remember is walking around in circles inside Horrelson and almost never finding my doss until I was late, only to come in with oil those strangers staring straight at me. And knowing I was most surely failing every course I took. If I was ever in a lonelier place the memory escapes me. From that time I truly cannot remember a single face. There must hove been sunlight that sennester, o foil OS beautiful os they always are here, but really I cannot remember anything except being always lost, always alone. I guess the day after exams ended summed it up perfectly: it was raining, it was snowing and it was god awful cold. But I guess that was years before I met you, Sara. By our time I knew every spot of sunlight, the best shade trees, and all the empty classrooms where we ' d talk over our nights before and wonder how we ever became involved with each other. Funny in a way, we always were involved no matter whom else we were with— but that ' s another story. Yes, you could swing through the tunnel after you passed behind Carroll and as you come up the stairs behind Horrelson there would always be a big plume of snowy white steam, golden edged with sunlight against on electric blue sky over your right shoulder. Maybe I would attend a class or two — 15 (I understood Horrelson by that time, though I fervently prayed that each fire alarm would herald its complete destruction) and then wander over to the librory to o carrel facing east on the fifth floor so I could cheat on physics and read poetry — Cummings, Browning, Whitman — or obout Hemingway when I was bored. Choir propped ogoinst the carrel behind me, sunlight sweeping over the poge — hot on the coldest of mornings — I ' d Just bunch up and read. Not worth anything at night really with all that cold fluorescent light and all those poor souls studying; the whole room full and everyone all alone or so it seemed. No, just In the mornings with all the sun and the maids, and the whole floor belonging to me. Leoving ot eleven, I ' d go ond sit in the gross outside in front of the library. Just sit on that concrete pipe cover in my down jacket and get worm from the sun (I hod the only orange downjocket on compus for two years). Just sit there in the sun, pretending to study, and maybe wander o ver to the old union for some tea or a Technician if any were left. Thinking obout Lourie or this weekend. Always got the seat closest to the window, near the front if I had to pay attention, in bock if an A wos in the bog, but olwoys neor a window so I could listen outside and feel the breeze or the cold against the gloss, the wind shaking them if it was winter. Coot, hot, books, just strewn about the desk— moybe the next desk too. Given a chance I would ' ve staked out the entire classroom. It just felt so good to know, to know the assignment ond the professor and to like both; like some sort of privote club which always eluded me in high school and in college the first time. After English, I ' d meet Laurie at the PR where the beer was very cold and the french fries excellent. That ' s oil I ever ate and drank there and for two years ofterwords my stomach would heave at the smell of a french fry. Yet it was good — dark like those pieces ore supposed to be and noisy enough to drown out promises we mode to eoch other. No one cared if we mode out. And besides, the beer would set me up for the next big class and I ' d always fall osleep half way through unless I hod Knowles that semester — he was a trial ond I imagine he still is. What time would it olwoys be? Always four-thirty or five and if it hod token that long I hod certoinly flunked it. All I knew about psych could hove been written in thirty minutes, but I sometimes took on hour and a half. I wonder if the professor understood whot I had to soy or if he just gave up trying to decipher my hand writing. Oh hell with it. Down the stoirs, on coat, on hot, on gloves, grab books. Bunch of grey light in Poe in the afternoon, filtering through the big windows and reflecting from the marble and concrete, very soft ond peaceful, especially in the outumn or eorly winter. The pines across the street were now in shodow, the sky orange behind them. Creoking in the wind, they cannot be heard inside, but still they sway ond whisper, creoking in the wind thot sweeps down the hill. If you go to the eleventh floor to those classrooms on the south side, the windows ore huge and run the length of the rooms, ond you con see forever, a good place to meet friends ond be olone, for no one ever goes there during fall semester. Often I ' d meet Lourie ofter she left Winston on Tuesdoys and Thursdoys. Laurie... I wouldn ' t wont to go bock to my room, it wosjust too lonely, the bockpocks, the photographs of old lovers, my books, none of that mode it like o home, just a museum. Out Laurie ' s wos different, across Hillsborough, In on old house off Brooks. She would get out of lob in Gardner ot five and I ' d be sitting on the terroce behind the old union ond see her as she walked across the way. And we ' d meet and go to the A P, buy some cheap cuts for shish kobob ond some tomatoes, and bell peppers and big white onions, and some Gollo burgundy and wolk to her place with her pushing her bike beside me. Always went post this old two-tone Heoley resting in someone ' s frontyord ond it ' d be olmost dork. When we got home I ' d begin to marinate the meat and later, start the fire while Laurie would be showering — she ' d smell so bod from the lob she ' d refuse to touch me until she hod her both. I ' d just be stonding In Poe daydreaming and realize Laurie hod left olreody, ond I ' d bolt ond be running, running to meet her. But you know I never could sleep at Laurie ' s. I ' d olwoys go there In the afternoon but I never could stay. It wasn ' t mine, It was hers and I couldn ' t belong ot someone else ' s. I wanted a place, Q life, a time of my own. Oh. we ' d make love and then fall asleep holding each other, but ot one or two I ' d awoken and just lie there surrounded by her ond then just creep owoy. I never stayed over, but sometimes In the morning I ' d return ond crowl bock In bed with her. If It was spring, there would be Q breeze ploying through the curtains, moybe a squirrel on the limb right outside the window and two old bird dogs In the yard below seorching for the doves they could just barely hear and no longer see. And In the mornings, I ' d belong, if for just o little while. I miss her. Soro. and I miss the places that I ' m no longer o port of. Once ogoln. seorching and waiting. 17 18 19 ' SiW ' SENY NORASINCH 21 22 23 A LOT OF THINGS THAT HAPPENED The year went by measured in events. What we went to, wonted to go to and porticipoted in ore the reference points for our feelings ond memories. When was the lost time you went home? Well it was the weekend after the Leon and Mory Russell concert. When wQs that? Well I don ' t know. The year didn ' t seem to be a great one for entertainment. But moybe I ' m too busy looking Qt the trees, and the forest of fun and nightlife has escaped me. Besides, everyone has his own calendar of events. Many memorable or not-so-memorable things happened to people during the course of the year that may or may not have hod anything to do with university activities. A lot of things that happened happened with friends or lovers. Some things happened to you olone. Some things were good, and you wont to remember. Some were bad. You ' d rather forget. But where did the time and extra energy go if you had any left after classes from eight to two and a lob on Tuesday and Friday? You probably did a lot of drinking — most people around here do. Maybe you passed around joint after joint until you were having fun at whatever you were doing, if you knew what that was or cared to know. !. ' , I.., r i ' i . Entertaining yourself involved o lot of coming and going. Sometimes everybody gathered in a single place like Stev ort Theatre, mony pouring into the campus from points outside. Lines of cars plugged the entrances to campus as they struggled to reach Reynolds Coliseum. Traffic whistles and strings of cor lights punctuated the Saturday night darkness. Often you went forth from your home in search of something to do. Most of the time this included eating out, which is a form of entertainment in itself. And a pizza at Brothers ' or Q roost beef hero ot Sodlock ' s could always possibly lead to something more interesting. But usuolly it didn ' t. Sometimes you wandered to the union in search of something to do. Ployed pool orfoosboll. Watched the pinball machines pick your pockets. Caught the late movie. An event meant anything from hanging around on the sidewalk in front of Crazy Zock ' s to attending a Friends of the College performance. Entertainment also involved staying right where you were. A few friends and some beer and music in your room could make a Friday night. (Wine and cheese was nice too, but less common.) Sometimes friends would come around and think of things to do— ploy spades, drink, watch TV, drink, ploy more spades. Sometimes you would have to amuse yourself. While many needed the releose of a rousing (or carousing) activity such OS a basketball gome or a night club night, others were content in quietness. You could stretch out on the bed with a good book that you didn ' t hove to read or turn out the light and listen to Hotel California in the dork. You might even stoy late in a chem lab if that ' s your idea of entertainment. The events that ore touched here ore only the activities provided in the school setting for you to take or leave. Some of them ore familiar to most everybody. Some ore not. A few left lasting Impressions, and others you have already forgotten. But they ore all only touchstones for the experiences of your own year, which are the real events. Aren ' t they? Articles in this section by: Dophne Homm Horry Lynch A U G U 5 T 1 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 August was hot and sticky. Students come trailing to Roleigh, city of red dust and dried-up gross. Signs met us on bathroom doors colling for short showers and thirsty plonts. It seemed to roin everywhere but Roleigh. with noture occQsionoily teasing with o spattering of roindrops. Miseroble though it was, we still hod to file through the Coliseum to register, and some spent hours in the sweltering mess called change day. But ot night stereos blared from lighted windows into cooler air. Some people grouped together to descend to Hillsborough Street, joining the lines at Brothers, Two Guys ond Dorryl ' s, dancing at the Sguore, and drinking everywhere. Some stayed in their rooms enjoying the peoce of stronge or familiar surroundings. 24 MOVING IN 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 27 29 FIRST DAY OF CLASS EPTEMDEPv123456789 10 11 12 9 JULIAN BOND September brought rain, ond the water shortage eroded. Labor Day weekend wos summer s farewell celebration, ond most deserted the compus. Coming back on Monday we got ready to settle into classes and semester routines. Orgonizotions began to pull themselves together. Fraternities and sororities wined and dined prospective pledges ond clubs ond societies called for members. Posters and little cords on Union tobies Kept Josh on our minds os did the Josh is coming signs on the clossroom blockboords. The O ' Joys did a concert and there was o ripsnorter (!?) in the Bagwell pit. Political mochinery hummed on campus, ond notional G state politics confronted us from bumpers, booths and bulletin boards. 28 17 END OF RALEIGH WATER SHORTAGE 19 DODDI HUMPHREY 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 SEPTEMDER123456789 10 11 12 30 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 25 FOOTBALL— MICHIGAN STATE 29 RALPH NADER 31 OCTODER123 The first truefollness hoppened in October. The semester wore thin end o whoop of relief burst forth when foil breol-; (our first) finally come. Stewart Theatre began its musical series in earnest with A Little Night Music ond Don ' t Bother Me, I Con ' t Cope. Thompson Theotre people did skits, pantomime and one-liners on the bricUyord to entertain old Union Lunch-eaters. Willie Nash ' s pointings were on exhibit in the cultural center. Halloween began a week early with the Haunted House scaring every- one who entered to death, with the Student Center being almost as bod. The informotion desk wos manned by clowns and other bizarre creatures, who hod turned back into normal people by November 1st. 32 5 6 7 7 DOC WATSON 8 9 10 11 12 13 13 JIMMY BUFFET 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 10 INSTALLATION OF CHANCELLOR 33 OCTODER123456789 10 11 12 13 14 PEP RALLY J S 1 iiill! I!!!!!  ■ 2 !f f 1 1 i n I 34 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 16 FOOTBALL- CAROLINA 35 OCTODER123456789 10 11 12 13 18.19.20,21.22 STATE FAIR 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 HARRY LYNCH OCTODER123456789 10 11 12 13 21 STANLEY TUP.RENTINE 38 ALL HARK ' l LYNCH 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 22 ZOO STORY 22 ORCHESTRE DE PARIS— FOTC 39 OCTOBEPv123456789 10 11 12 13 22 OKTODERFEST 40 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 CHRIS SEWARD 31 HALLOWEEN NOVEMDEPvl mM 4 NAUGHTY MARIEHA— FOTC 23456789 10 11 12 We got the first taste of o long bitter winter by whipping icy winds and low temperotures that mode us roll down sleeves and turn up collars. Football season was winding down and Homecoming with Duke was our lost gome. The Norm Sloan Dinner ot Owen dorm and the annual slave auction at Carroll dorm helped moke it all beorobie. Stewart Theatre ' s musical series presented Absurd Person Singular, and Thompson Theatre rehearsed for its foil major — Twelfth Night. Some sot up all night watching election returns, wondering if their vote really mode o difference. The Big Four Tournament followed on the heels of a welcome Thanksgiving breok. We were into bosketboil seoson. Heaven help us. 42 6 LEON MARY RUSSELL 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 12 TWELFTH NIGHT 43 N O V E M B 13 HOMECOMING PARADE ER12345678 9 10 11 12 1 2 PEP RALLY 44 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 13 HOMECOMING QUEEN- BETH QUINN 13 HOMECOMING GAME 45 NOVEMDER1 23456 8 9 10 11 12 46 Hh i 17 TIMWEISDERG 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 47 Although exams were not for Qwoy, December was o party time of year. Christmas packages hod to be moiled by the 3rd and cords by the 1 0th to insure in-time delivery. We hod our first snowfall. The indoor sports— wrestling, fencing, track, swimming 6 basketball — were rivaled by snowballing, the favorite outdoor sport. Joyful noises were finally heord after long semester exams dragged on almost to the Day itself. Then DECEMBER1 23456789 10 11 12 13 many friends ported as December graduates left the old olmo moter to moke their way in the world. Some left os lote OS the 21 St. Collegiate pilgrims scottered — some seeking home, family and friends to spend the season with, and some searching simply for o good fifty-inch snow bose. 1 WILLIAM KUNSTLER 48 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 DECEMBER123456789 10 11 12 13! 8 THE STRONGER- THOMPSON THEATRE 50 8 SOMETHING UNSPOKEN- THOMPSON THEATRE l i - 14 15 16 ' Ik - ' r ? 10 CHRISTMAS CHORAL CONCERT 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 10 JOHN PRINE 51 NUARY123456789 10 11 12 13 52 Jonuory was o month of bursting water pipes and over- burdened floor heaters. Coffee tasted good and Doxley ' s started closing early for energy conservotion. We come bock from Christmas and trailed through registration ond change doy again, not nearly so eventful as the first time. Some come bock to new room- mates — some rejoined old friends or enemies. Things became too hot for the Studio One OS it caught fire for the second time. Indoor sports dominated again and hypnotist Ricky Penn entertained in Stewort. The brickyord became on impasse for two doys and more thon one unknowing soul busted his (or her) butt on the ice. We hod our first big snowfoll on the 25th. People got to go home early from work. Snowmen and snowboll fights sprang up everywhere. 10 REGISTRATION 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 JANUARY1234 8 10 11 12 13 22 OSIPOV DALALAIKA ORCHESTRA— FOTC 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 25 DAVE DP.UDECK 55 HARRY LYNCH 26 LEONARD NIMOY JANUARY123456789 10 11 12 13 27 BASKETBALL- MARYLAND 56 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 57 D R U R Y 1 7 8 10 11 The Groundhog sow his shadow. The bitter cold was still with us and spring breoK not yet in sight. Most of us hovered indoors with the Februory blues. Weoring a toboggon ond two poirs of socks was still the order of the day. It was o culturol month filled with chorolfest, the vorsity men ' s glee club and symphony band, the choir and fanfare bond, as well as the Raleigh chamber music guild. Love was once again shored through the moil as Valentine ' s Day orrived. Basketball was coming down to the wire and many of us, too used to our creature comforts, passed up standing in the freezing cold lines for bosketboll tickets ond sot instead in the warmth of our cubbyhole rooms, watching the gomes and eating popcorn. 4 ST. HEDWIGS CATHEDRAL CHOIR— FOTC 56 THE ACTING COMPANY— STEWART THEATRE 4 THE KITCHEN 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 5 CAMINO REAL 6 LOVES LABOURS LOST 59 D R U R Y 1 8 10 11 10 EL CAPITAN— STEWART THEATRE 9 DASKETOALL— DAVIDSON 9 HOUSE OF BLUE LEAVES- THOMPSON THEATRE 12 13 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 18 MUSIC FROM THE BRITISH ISLES 61 FEDRUARY1 23456789 10 11 1 1 PILODOLUS DANCE THEATRE 62 i2 13 14 14 VALENTINE ' S DAY 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 63 B R U R Y 1 8 10 11 19 RAMSEY LEWIS 64 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 22 MORRIS UDALL— SURVIVAL SYMPOSIUM 65 M R C H 1 10 11 12 13 14 The world began to thaw in Morch end with it our spirits. We hod o nice long spring break for which we were more than reoOy: and with that breoiiing out, begon to externalize our worlds. Many watched the ACC Tourney on TV — o lucl-iy few experienced it firsthand. The oir wos still nippy but some weren ' t deterred from donning gym snorts or bothing suits to expose themselves to the elements. Tennis become THE gome and the hill in front of the courts was peopled regularly. Doseboll began in earnest along with lacrosse, track (j field and women ' s Softball. As the joyful OKLAHOMA! rang through Memorial Auditorium, chess enhusiasts pondered ond competed in the silent Green Room of the Student Center. 66 17, 18, 19, 20 DANCE AAARATHON 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 MIMI GARRARD DANCE RESIDENCY 67 M R C H 68 21, 22, 23, 24 DERBY DAYS 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 25 HOTL BALTIMORE— THOMPSON THEATRE M A R C H 1 2 3 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 26 ATLANTIC COAST RELAYS 70 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 20 ARAB NIGHT 71 April was fickle, teasing us with worm weather and shocking us with chill ond wind; but unseosonobly hot days brought everyone out for the outdoor festivals and arts shows. Animal Science Day brought students and their onimol friends together. Easter brought egg hunts and o short vocotion. The yeor began to close, pinching many with their procrostinoted work loods. And classes ended. Pv 1 L 1 8 10 11 12 13 14 7 SIGAAA PI EASTER EGG HUNT 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 73 A P R I L 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 lOHN COUCH HARRV LYNCH 74 13 LACROSSE— DUKE IIAkKi Li ' .Lll 15 16 15, 16, 17 SIDEWALK ART SHOW 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 )OHN TSANTES 15, 16, 17 ACC TENNIS TOURNAMENT 76 A P R I L 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 25 LUNCHTIME POPS 25, 26, 27, 26, 29 GREEK WEEK 23 ZOO DAY MARY TEMPLE May wos more than just exoms. For many it brought the reolizotiori that they were actually graduating. State grods turned their tassels ot commencement Saturday and the campus become o backdrop for those inevitable groduotion photos. Even os some were leoving, others were beginning to move bock to the vacant campus. In summer school the living and learning process would begin ogoin. M Y 1 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 10 MOVING OUT 78 ■ . 14 GRADUATION m ifT m 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 14 ROTC— COMMISSIONING CEREMONY 79 PEOPLE ALONE PEOPLE TOGETHER Home. The word prompts images of o place where we belong. Home is a ploce that we moke for ourselves with family, friends or simply our favorite possessions. It ' s o place to which we retreat after being ravaged by the rest of the world— Q place where we look for kindness and quiet feelings. It ' s nice to be among familiar things— our things, however shabby, tacky or insignificant they may seem to others. :_1 ■ - m ' kT M.mi n ■ I ' - ' I H Shutting the door which leads into the spoce that is ours, we con shut out the outside world. In that sense we con corry home around inside us, for home is somewhat a state of being. But usually home is understood as our niche — a place where we con be found, where our moil will reoch us, where we maintain our base of communication. In my home I con think or study, watch TV, be alone or be with others. It con be a place into which I invite my friends, or don ' t. In the context of the university, my dreamy ideal of home may not always be realized. We ore sometimes forced into being in situations that ore different than what we would like for them to be. We hove a roommate when we would rother live alone. We live on campus when we would rather live off. Some things may olienote us from the place that we stay. So (sometimes) we may not feel totally that we belong in our space. Then our room is not our home. It ' s only o room. But most of us have chosen the places and circumstances in which we live and ore more or less comfortoble in them. Our choices ore determined pretty much by our characteristics, our likes and dislikes. Some people are independent, choosing to live Qwoy from the large groups of people that characterize a college campus. Some would like to choose the degree to which they ' re involved in parties and nightlife. The prospect of Get Down Tonight pounding through the west wall at two a.m. doesn ' t excite everyone. But some it does. There are those who enjoy being around and among a lot of people. They get into friendships formed in and around o living arrangement, rarely-ceasing noise ond oil. Home is on ideo founded on relotionships, too. Home is where the people we love con be found. Husband or wife, children, lover, roommate, froternity brothers, sorority sisters. Our homes may be opoftments, dorm rooms, in fraternity or sorority house rooms or morried student oportments. They ore our homes. Wherever we belong. Articles in this section by: Dophne Homm Jon Jackson Suson Le Fevers Drew Kopur Bobby Edwards Joyce Durney David Burney OFF-CAMPUS HOMES 82 HARRY LYNCH Off-compus students ore easy to spot. They ' re the ones who still corry umbrellos ot three o ' clock when roin hod been hinted ot 7:30 a.m. Their faces ore mazes of concentration when traffic reports flash on the radio. They beconne highly emotionol when forced to purchase fringe parking stickers. The surest way to pick thenn out is to check eight o ' clock classes. They are olwoys lote or early — the early ones beat the traffic — the lote ones didn ' t. Traffic is the bone of any off- compus student ' s life. Any week-day morning the essence of this ospect of living off campus con be caught ot the corner of Western and Avent Ferry. Cors vibrate, shudder ond bockfire up to the stoplight. Bleary-eyed drivers rest their heods ogoinst their cor windows or sip coffee. Those who continue on to Don Allen wove fellow drivers and Physical Plont trucks into their lone and then roil at inconsiderate West Campus students who wander across the street. And then there ' s mild ponic as drivers wander farther and farther from compus in search of the commuter ' s ever elusive dream — the parking space. Of course, living off-compus Is not all sweetness ond cors. There is the renter ' s own game show, Beot-the-Check . Con this college student give o bod check to his londlord after the i ' - ' tJ m HARR LYNCH bonks close on Fridoy ond nnoke it good before it inits the bonk? Probobly not, but it gives the student something to think obout besides physics. An obbrevioted version nnoy olso be ployed with CP L when rote hikes or bod weather do stronge things to even the nnost well thought out budgets. The reason some people move off-compus is the reason many move bock — quiet. A friend soys, I moved off-campus becouse I thought Id study more. I don ' t study ony more, but it ' s easier to study. People don ' t bother you and you con study ony time. Needless to soy, off-compus students ore very popular around exom time. But when you don ' t want to study, your roommate olwoys has o moth test ond doesn ' t wont to do onything. Over in the dorm, there ' s always something to do If you don ' t wont to study. The only reason Id ever move bock on compus is for the sociol thing, but I don ' t think I will, soys the friend, winking ot his girl. Some people appreciate being clone, others ore poinfully oware thot there ore no spontoneous beers with the guys or someone under the roof to explain homework. Anything like thot is a production entailing movement of outomobile, location of parking space, and the knowledge the whole time you ' re doing anything that, no matter how cold it is, no motter how much fun you hove, you still hove the some process to go through to get home, moybe more if you cheated when you parked. Nito losted through summer school living with herount. It wos sort of o lost minute place to live. She seemed lonely all the time and dropped by to visit every day, sometimes for only 1 5 minutes, comploining obout how she missed oil her suitemotes. It wos terrible, ugh, I hated it, she soys os she sits on her bed eating o sandwich off of her desk, bock in her beloved dorm room. I couldn ' t invite anybody there and there was nobody to talk to, so I ote out with Sonny (her roommote ' s boy friend) a lot and wrote a lot of letters, sometimes seven or eight o week. I painted ond ployed with myfishies o lot. (Nito soys fish moy be ployed with by tapping on their tanks or letting them nibble fingers.) Yeoh, my love life suffered o lot. I didn ' t meet anybody except in one class. It was just terrible. The some high population density which makes those good buddies also mokes R.A. ' s, quiet hours, and no empty clothes dryers. Consequently, on-compus students often try to get off campus temporarily. One kid spent every weekend living with friends off-compus to be neor o wosher-dryer, stove, and Coblevision. It ' s never necessary for on oportment to stand empty either, os on on-compus friend will glodly occupy it as o ploce to rendezvous. In the commune-like dorm, to borrow one ' s sleep spoce is not on odd request, but when you osk an off-compus student, you ore asking to borrow his home. My oportment seems more like home to me thon where my porents live, soys one off- campus student. I ' m not even comfortable in my porent ' s home any more. I olwoys wont to get bock to Raleigh. Eovesdrop on off-compus students tolking omong themselves ond the subject will invoriobly turn to something they hove added to their ploce. Doddy promised me on eight-foot sofa. I con ' t believe it! It will look so good! John and I put floor boords In our Qttic lost weekend. It ' s not too good, but I ' m proud of it. I fiod never done anything like thot before. It was fun. I hod to clean the bothroonns again this weekend. My roommate never does. I wouldn ' t do it onymore if I wosn ' t afraid mold would toke over the bothroom. When living off-campus, porticulorly if olone, there is no one to toke up slock. If bill ' s aren ' t paid, creditors get angry. Garbage multiplies. Newspopers and moil stacks higher and higher. It takes a lot more valuable time to set an entire apartment to rights than to clean o dorm cubicle. There is another segment of off-campus people — those who live at home. They hove regular meals, clean clothes, and no place to escape to on weekends. With more comfort ond security ot home compared to the danger ond excitement of trying to wing on your own, why stoy home? Well, I ' ll tell you, it ' s money, said one homebody. I just con ' t afford to go to school, if I don ' t live at home. It ' s strange, too. You hove oil the responsibilities you used to hove, like helping to core for the little ones, and then school on top of that. Students living at home still hove more time than other students. Their homemoking, shared with their family, is not a full time duty on top of school. People sometimes forget that not all students live on campus. That ' s odd since the majority of students (two-thirds) do live off-campus. But the off-campus students ore at a disadvantage in any informotion exchon ' ge. Technician dropboxes ore inconvenient. Notices in the tunnel. Student Center, and library ore useless to some students. The Association of Off- Compus Students is not effective, because meetings of any type ore o chore for the off- campus student. By their very nature, off-compus students don ' t bond together, nor do they assimilate into compus life. Along with the freedoms of living off-compus come the additionol burdens. And whether by choice or circumstance the off-campus student usually finds himself on the fringe of many octivities. The university itself is not his home and this in some woys isolates him from the hub of university life. So OS the bells begin to chime out five o ' clock and the sun sinks beneath ten thousand visors, God bless you, gentle commuter. 87 HARRY LYNCH 69 90 (Buzz) What What? (Yown) the olornn... school. ..ho hum... Jump into the shower, no waiting in line. It ' s there! I drift into the kitchen... yep. ..Q full-sized kitchen with o real breokfost table. ..open those spacious cobinets and think of oil the spent grocery money. Reflections of Two Guys and Akropolis dinners moke me retch. I remember when Mac ' s golden arches were o treat ond I hod withdrowol pains from home-cooked meals. Now I con cook anything easily. ..without blowing o fuse or burning bread by running from room to room checking on the food dispersed among my suitemotes ' plugs. Sometimes, there ' s a yearning for that junk food and those obnoxious, silly suitemotes. Ooops, got to run... I hove to leove 1 minutes earlier to use my hunting license in the deck. Turn off the lights. We don ' t need the heat on today.. .got to get some gos...oooh those terrible off-campus bills. Whew, I mode it to class. Hove Owen, Tucker and Metcalf hod any woterfights lately? They did. When? Flashers and rolling trees, too? Dong! I hote that I missed it. Yea, you can come over and study. Of course it ' ll be quiet (if my roommate doesn ' t decide to hove on unexpected party tonight). At least there won ' t be o dozen visitors dropping in to unburden their problems on us. Can I come lay out with you tomorrow? Sure, we hove o swimming pool at the apartment, but they haven ' t cleaned the pool for spring, yet. Its only Morch. Got to run. .go to the union and pick up the green sheet to find out what ' s going on. ..no service. Then, it ' s home to TV ond the chonnel of my choice. Aooh... going home to on apartment instead of a suffocating dorm room is such a free feeling. Pick up the paper at the door. ..review the news ...pour o gloss of iced tea. .turn on the tube. ..enjoy my privacy. My roommate is home. It is laundry time. We walk down to the laundry room. The machines ore expensive, but there is no waiting in line. We go bock to the oportment, light up the grill ond put the pork chops on. We chot with the neighbors. ..enjoy the trees, .listen for the crickets to begin their serenade. A dog barks, o child laughs. We complain about the electric bill. After dinner, we lood the dishwasher ond sit down in the quiet living room to study. The doorbell rings. It ' s my room- mote ' s boyfriend. The phone rings. It ' s long distance for me. I go bock in the bedroom for a private conversotion. This really beats sitting on cold cement and hugging bicycle spikes in the hall closet. Its nice to soy ' I love you without competing with the flushing Johns and squealing suitemotes. Moving the books into my bedroom. ..without begrudging the company. ..thanking my lucky stars thot there is a studying retreat other than the library. It ' s midnight and I ' m pooped. Lying in bed. ..thankful 111 get eight hours of sleep. ..thinking of things no longer missed. ..the train tooting. ..the third roommate (the second one ' s beau)... blaring stereos... outdoor shouts ...the stumbling roommate at 2 a.m. and the smell of opplejuice and tuna fish in the middle of a good dream, I fall asleep. ..there ' s a smile on my lips and a chuckle in my heart. HARRY LYNCH 91 92 93 CAMPUS HOMES rf{ k For students who live In university residence hells, opportunities abound. These opportunities, or experiences, ore both unique and rewording ond moke dorm life whot It is: educQtIonol and fun. Despite the porodox, life in ony one of State ' s 1 6 dorms offers the opportunity for residents to meet soclolly and enjoy the company of others in on educational setting — educational not only In terms of academic, but educational In terms of shored experiences and life styles. The dorms offer o place where students from rural ond urban North Carolina — not to mention the country ond the world — enjoy the some comforts or suffer the some pitfalls ond Inconveniences. Where else Is one afforded easy access to classmates and university facilities, while, on the other hand, shaken out of bed ot 2 or 3 a.m. by rooring freight trams and mischievously rung fire olorms? For these reosons there seems to be o certoin esprit de corps, thot bonds many dorm residents. This feeling of oneness, or devotion to common cause, despite claims of brotherhood and sisterhood by certain organizations, is unique to the dormitories. The most important function of dorms though, is giving students the opportunity to live and moke friends in a community similar In mony ways to the ones in which they will eventuolly live and raise families. From this community otmosphere comes feelings of friendship, where one is able to choose those with whom he will become close; freedom, where within certain limitations one may live the type of life that he chooses; and security, where one Is afforded the comfort of knowing that, in the solitude of study, he is not alone. He knows that he and his neighbors ore passengers in o common carrier and will weather the some storms. 94 95 96 B i B PPki ;a 1 i m 1 1 ILSHlill .Ml m I 96 Woking — sunlight streaming through my single window, I hove o sense thot it Is lote. My roommate ' s bed is rumpled, the tongled quilt mostly on the floor OS usuol. She is not there ond I feel Q mixture of relief ond mild disoppolntment. Doors slom farther down the hall and people coll their plans for the day to one another and exchange Hove a nice Day s. The hollow whooshing of the toilets and the clanging of buckets tells me thot the bathroom ' s being cleaned. I think it must be around 1 o ' clock. It is. The whine of the vacuum cleoner begins, at first for off and hushed but becoming slowly closer, louder ond more maddening. Soon it will be nudging my door, nibbling at the space between the door and the sill. Needing to escape before the vacuum intrudes. I gather my robe and towels, deciding to shower. I hove missed my first class. I may OS well take my time. The bathroom door, propped open to create a draft between the exhaust fan ond the hall window, reveals o cubicle of luminous chartreuse and white. The color stobs my eyes as I flip on the light. Funny how I om shocked by that color each time I open the door, though I do that at least five times o day. Ragged off-white excuses for curtains hong limply at eoch stall offering a remnant of privacy. The shower floor is gritty from that off-brand Ajox stuff with which it has just been scoured. The water is immediately worm. I always liked the way these showers worked, with one handle to control the degree of hot and cold. Safe. But I hove forgotten to turn off the fan, and the breeze is chilling, no matter how worm I moke the stream of water. Somebody comes in so I poke my heod out and ask her 99 100 to turn off the fan please, which she does. I couldn ' t tell who it wos because I dont wear my glasses in the shower. Deciding that I hove been in long enough, and feeling sort of guilty for using all that water, I step out and dry off. My soap is cold ond mushy, but I hove to pick it up because I can ' t leave it in the soop dish. My room smells faintly of cigarettes, something I hadn ' t noticed when I awakened, I guess because I hod been in there so long my nose wos used to it. So I leove the door open, though I ' m Q funny, private sort of person who doesn ' t like people looking in ot me most of the time. My roommate ' s absence is totally comfortable now. I am glad that I am not obligated to tolk or listen, and the time that I hove, just me and my room, gives me a sense of home and ploce that I need sometimes. I cm reluctont to leove for doss because I know that she will be here when I come bock ond my ropport with my tiny cubicle will be changed. But I do leave and tripping down the gloomy blue, block, brick and white stairwell into the sun, I am glad to be outside. I am apprehensive about wolking through the courtyard becouse I om ofroid and emborrossed by the verbal abuse that usuolly streams from the guys hovering in groups behind the innocent-looking windows. I consider going the bock woy ond ovoiding the courtyord altogether, but decide that that would be silly. So I cross my fingers and strike out. I get off pretty easy this trip with only a single cotcoll and proposition, which I am able to ignore. Over to Winston, over to Horrelson, bock to Winston. What to do now. I decide to come bock to my room, moybe to study, maybe to nop. Both ore impossible. Volleyball noises sneok in my window. The voice of Judy Collins floats through the wall. Squeoling and giggling and mid-ofternoon relief echoes from oil corners of the dorm. So I decide to eat and read. My roommote is still not here. I feel thot slight apprehension of being at ease but knowing thot something is going to happen to tense you up. Sitting in the beonbog choir, just reading Ragtime, I toke core of the lemon yogurt that I picked up ot the snock bar, feeling slightly nouseoted os I get toward the bottom. I decide ogoinst the rospberry Zingers. Restless and unable to concentrate, I wonder from my room to the balcony, wondering if I could get into the opporent joy of ploying volleyboll or sitting around holf-nude drinking beer. I decide thot I con ' t. I wonder bock from the balcony to my room. The room is sultry, ond I lie on my bed, exomining the dent in my ceiling and wondering how it got there. Thinking about other people living in my roonn is strange. I guess it seems that I hove lived here olways. Contemplating that deep concept of belonging, I fall asleep, despite Judy Collins and volleyball and the Flintstones. Woking — it is dork. How long hove I slept? Long enough to keep me up all night I ' m sure. Long enough to miss going to dinner. Long enough to miss the coming and going of my roommate. Gone to Alan ' s for dinner. Didn ' t wont to woke you. Please tell Don where I cm if he calls. Dock around 1 0. The lights seem unnatural and harsh. Turkey or chicken pot pie. Turkey. No, chicken. I toke the turkey pie out of the freezer and drag downstairs. Nobody is using the stove since most everybody ' s eoten, but the kitchen smells a little like green beons and the grease spotters on the surfoce of the stove confirm thot somebody ' s been here. The trash con ' s full of gross stuff — a Chef-Doy-Ar-Dee spaghetti box, two empty green-beon cons (oho!), some gluey egg shells, some cooked spaghetti noodles, a paper cup half-filled with greose, some Fonto cons. I odd o turkey pie box. I put thirty cents in the drink mochine ond am surprised when the whirr and clunk delivers me o Dr. Pepper. Machines only work for me NORMAN DOCCETT about half the time. I om lucky todoy. Forty minutes is a long time to wait for supper in that dirty kitchen so I go outside to sit on the steps. Most people hove gone in and the soft yellow glow from rows and rows of lighted windows is friendly, worm, sofe. I belong here. I feel good here. A long- legged rooch skitters across the sidewalk in front of me and I jump up and decide to go in. Dinner is reody ond I carry it upstoirs. I eat on my desk, listening to QDR and hoping for Morgaritoville. But before it comes on I heor the scratching of metal in my lock and yell It ' s open. If the song does come on now it won ' t matter because I ' ll feel too stupid to sing along which is why I like Morgarltaville in the first place. My roommate comes in and everything is suddenly different. Not really better or worse, just different. How d it go today? O.K. I didn ' t get much done, just laid around. ■ Did you stay up real late last night or something? You didn ' t even move when I come in. I banged oround and turned on the light. I thought you were dead. No, just sorto tired. Well, let me tell you what happened to me today... 102 FPATEPvNITY HOMES SORORITY HOMES Damn! Seven o ' clock already. Deter get this alarm clock turr ed off before Dig Doy wakes up. He always complains about me waking him up. How can I help it if I have to get up before ten o ' clock. Sorry sot, all he does is party all night and sleep all day. Oh well, better get the move on. Wont to get to the shower before someone else does. If anyone gets in there before I do, I ' ll be late for class. Good, no one here: everybody still in bed. I sure hope that there ' s some hot water this morning. Crop, no hot woter! I ' m going to bring this up at the house meeting tonight; we hove to get this water heoter fixed. Well, cold showers never hurt onyone... I wonder what Mrs. D has for breokfost this morning. Her poncokes and sausage ore the best. I hope that I con catch a ride to school. Maybe Lone will be going over... Man! There sure ore a lot of good looking ladies on campus this morning. Hey! There ' s that sweet thing I met ot the mixer lost week. Let me see now, was she from Sigma Koppo or A D Pi. Oh, what the hell! I haven ' t got time to talk this morning onyway... Stroking it bock to the house for lunch con be a pain, but anticipation of one of Mrs. D ' s good meols can moke it all worthwhile — What? Even The 103  - ' - N - HARRY LYNCH «i  ' ' Bird hos monoged to teor himself Qwoy from school to join us for o meol. What ' s that? Yeah. Yeoh I Unow thot I could take on example from you. Yes. I wont to pull up the house overage. Maybe you could soy something to your pal Dig Boy. Sheee — olwoys on my bock about my grades, but never o word to his pal Big Boy about his. Just because they went to the some high school together ond Dig Boy lets him drive his red bomb onytime he wonts to go out — oh, n uts to you Bird. Ah ho. I see a B-boll gome is forming outside. I think I will join for o little while. Never know, I may work off some of this beer gut. I need to start getting in shape for intromurol season. We wont to win that Chancellor ' s trophy this yeor ond everyone has to do his port. Our pledge doss hos severol good othletes in it. Yeoh, those sorry, poor pitiful pledges. A miser suffered and endured only by fools and dumb-osses. How easy it is to forget about the time you spent yourself os a pledge. Oh the worries of pledging. And yes, do remind yourself of the fun of Hell Week, but I guess onything worth having Is worth suffering for. Well, it ' s getting late. Better get those tobies set before 6:oo. I still con ' t believe it — dishes lost week ond suppers all this week. ..man is something screwed up. Damn you Python. ..Yeoh. ..Dove it ' s all ready: you con coll supper... Any onnouncements? ... Yeah, house function tonight. Oh hell, they remembered. Todoy ' s my birthday,- no chonce of getting owoy. Water hose, here I come!... Well, it ' s springtime, nice ond worm, not like that night we threw Riley in the Meredith lake in November when it wos 1 7°, oil becouse he hod osked this girl to marry him. Here they come! No use in fighting! Where ' s Riley? I know thot he would wont to be in on this. All right fellos, take it eosy — no, no Riley, just the hose! No ice woter! — Ahhhhh. 105 WM 3 B 9 E ' l j vv A- ' ' - 2 ' ' -s ' ? ' i DAVID TURNER 106 107 lOHN TSANTES .iM ' , EBBSi ■ ■■VBB ic ' ' 1 ir P 1 1 1 ' 108 _ZJ 1 li K .- 1 r 3i i H PV ■) 3flP H Sl- L — isnw wsigbse : 111 112 AAARRIED STUDENT HOMES On Being Married While Going to School or Whot It ' s like Never Seeing the Floor or The Joys of Dishwoshing or Whot It ' s Like Being Married to a Gourmet Cook David and I met lost March 4th, the weekend before Spring Break. It was on unplanned sort of date thot ended up in thot traditional, bizorre, tying-down, responsibility-creating, maturity- finding, love-joining, event called AAARRIAGE. Nov don ' t get me wrong. So for I am not sorry we mode the decision. After all, it ' s cheaper than living in a dorm, quieter, and there ' s o little more working space.. .Well, I know there hove to be some more odvontoges, I just don ' t remember them right now. And then, well, then there ore the few disadvantages: Buying groceries, cooking, washing dishes, dusting, emptying garbage, picking up David ' s clothes, chonging the sheets, scrubbing out the toilet, bathtub and sink at least once o month, vacuuming, watering the plants, buying the groceries, cooking, washing dishes... I knew Dovid was messy ond unorganized when we married. But for some strange reason I thought when we had a place of our own he would suddenly develop o little pride in things and become neoter for my soke. Well, to my surprise, I found out... I WAS DEAD WRONG! ...but still I hod hope... Then, I hod this theory — I ' ll just let his clothes pile up, leave his empty glasses and opened potato chips lying on the floor, towel thrown over the chair. I ' ll just pick up all my things and maybe it ' ll rub off on him. Well to my surprise, I found out... I WAS DEAD WRONG! But after oil David ond I do hove a lot in common; we both hove brown hoir ond eyes, we ' re both studying VD (that ' s visuol design), we both like Don Fogelburg, we both like sports, we both like our porents ond fomily. I guess we hove very similar backgrounds. And yet, now I tend to think it was less our similarities ond more our differences that created our marriage. You see, David is somewhat of o comedion, a cortoonist, one of those people who just never grows up. Just the other night I went to coll him to supper. He was out in the backyard playing kickboll with Q bunch of 4- and 5-year old kids, having just os much fun (or more) than any of them. Needless to say his gome was more enticing than the thought of my delicious meol. As I walked back to the apartment in desperation, a woman with three small children asked me if David was my little boy. I replied, ' He ' s not a day over ten! Then, as for myself, I guess I ' m the member of the team thot foils on the serious side (of course onyone would in comporison to Dovid) — the responsible, punctuoL list-making, industrious side. I take greot pride in taking on many activities ot once and getting them oil done to the best of my ability. I suppose that might be stretching it a bit because occosionolly I like to skip a class, go out to eat, let the dishes go unwoshed for a day, or even not wosh my hair. Oh well, nobody ' s perfect! David ' s the kind of guy who con in Hugh Prother ' s terms Enjoy picking lint bolls off the carpet. Punctuality. It was one of the little things I hod to leorn to live without. I guess it wouldn ' t be too bad except for the fact thot David and I have oil our dosses together except one. That ' s right, all but one. That ' s because we ' re both so in love that we can ' t beor to be opart for one minute of the doy. Actuolly, it ' s because we ore both studying visual design and the choice of courses is rather limited. In that way our morrioge is o 24 hour thing, except for most visits of the John ond one 3 hour period week. There is one advantage to my being a bit more intent on punctuolity than David. Every nnorning I roll out of bed first and drag into the bothroonn to taUe a hot both ond wosh nny hair. You soy v hat ' s the odvontoge? Well, in our apartment we seldom get more than one tub of hot woter morning. Therefore, I get hot clean water ond David gets cold dirty v oter... plus 1 5 extra minutes of sleep. I never will forget the first night David and I slept together on our fold-out sofa bed in our little efficiency apartment, of course for some obvious reasons, but for one other one too. On our little sofo bed in our little efficiency opartment (kitchen, den, dining room, and bedroom all rolled into one) there were two steel supporting rods which uncontrollably cut through the mattress right into the small of my bock and the middle of my calves, hardly the cose of the princess and the pea! After that night we hove pulled the mottress off the couch and slept on the floor, and I ' ll hove to admit thot ' s one chore I don ' t have to do. However, the mattress usually remains on the floor at least 5 out of 6 days. In all our time living here (ot King Village) we haven ' t mode ony close adult friends,- I guess thot ' s mainly due to the majority of our time being spent in design studio. However we do hove many friends in the children. The children here ore unique, for most of them at ages of 3 and 4 speak two languages fluently, (os fluently OS 3 and 4 year olds con speak). Regardless of their mony home countries they oil ploy together harmoniously, unprejudiced, unnoticing of their difference in color, feature, and accent. At times I con really enjoy just sitting ond wotching them lough and giggle, ploying their gomes. Watching and playing with the children con be so much fun. They ' re so curious, observant, totally absorbed in what they ' re doing however pointless or silly it may seem to us. Filling o bucket with sand, pouring it out, filling it again. ..on ond on. ..Maybe in their yet uncluttered, uncultured minds they know more thon we. Once you ore married you no longer hove ony private, personal possesions except for, of course, old love letters ond usually Dovid doesn ' t monopolize my bras and panties. And there is one thing that I om never to consider ours — that ' s David ' s comero. I ' ve olmost come to believe it will take pictures for no one but him. Other than that, everything is ours. To put it lightly, this takes some getting used to, especially when you buy on $1 8 ropidogroph set and it suddenly disoppeors. Actually it ' s probably not missing, it ' s just become o port of David ' s six month mountain of paper, rulers, markers, etc. on and in his studio desk. Once something finds o vocont corner there, it con just OS well be considered lost! Lost night David ond I went to o concert. Somehow I just didn ' t feel as if I belonged to the throng of blue-jeoned, lanky legged people. They were probably my age or older, but for some reoson I felt much their senior. I guess it must be the extra years being morried has added to my woy of looking at things. For some reason or other, before we were morried David ' s comments on my physicol appearance were generally very ego-infloting. Now it seems I hove lost the mystical ouro of the sweetheart ond gained the status of o wife. Not o day goes by that David doesn ' t soy to me. Til divorce you if you ever get fat! Before David ond I were married (when wos that?) he used to ploy me romantic love songs and we ' d go on picnics by the loke. Now all I heor is Fuzzy Wuzzy Worms and occasionally, or shall I soy rarely, he will fix me o sondwich. Mondoy nights I have a 3 hour class, so at the beginning of the semester we planned that David would cook supper on that night. In the entire four months, he cooked homburgers once and we ' ve eoten out every other time. Oh well, it wos o good idea! In conclusion, I must odd o serious note. Being married ond going to school overall has been o positive experience; at least for now I wouldn ' t choose to change things. Thot is not to say that I view marriage as a temporory orrongement. With love, work, and primarily o little give ond toke being married is o beautiful experience! Love is on activity not Q passive effect; It is a standing in, not Q foiling for. In the most general way the active chorocter of love con be described by stating thot love is giving ond not Receiving. — Erich Fromm 113 114 115 I ' ve learned o great deal since December 23, 1 976. And though some of this could be credited to the wonderful and exciting education I ' m receiving at North Corolino State University, I ' m afraid that this olone is not the answer. You see, that fateful day was the doy of my marriage to Joyce. Indeed, I ' ve leorned so many things. I ' ve learned that I om a rather messy person. I ' m still not sure I understand, but I om beginning to realize thot I am not to leove my jeans on the floor. Doing this sometimes gets strange results. Joyce has even cried when I left my dirty socks on the kitchen table, i ' li never understand women! Joyce ' s sense of humor does not exoctly coincide with mine. My comment, Take my wife — Please! holds no special place in her heart. I om doing many things differently now. I usually eat better (before it wos Two Guys three times o week. That ' s changed now and that alone is a good reason for getting married.) I sleep better (sometimes). I also still observe the opposite sex. But always with o more experienced eye. I hove learned that Joyce isn ' t exoctly the perfect person either. She doesn ' t olwoys smell of perfume now. Her hair is occasionally out of place. Her eyes aren ' t olwoys perfect and now and then it is hard to get into the bathroom... She stays upset more often now than before. She very often will voice her opposition to certain habits of mine that didn ' t disturb her so before we were married. One is my habit of popping my knuckles, fingers, wrists, elbows, neck, bock, feet, ankles, toes, etc... Soturdoy nights ore different too. We used to go out and see a movie or go doncing or just over to the Square to sit and talk. Now we sit at home and watch Carol Burnett or read the post weeks ' Technicians. One memorable Soturdoy night consisted of pulling out our wedding chino ond looking at it. Sometimes it seems as though very little has changed. But that ' s when I realize that I will not necessarily turn from watching Gomer Pyle just becouse o womon is undressing in the some room. 117 C ' n . -I -tJt.- 118 3S,  k lb L , ■ua k!k ' . . ' ? AT LEAST ONE PAIR OF TENNIS SHOES When it comes to sports I om Q fairly ignorant person who was only initiated to their importance upon orriving ot State. My previous experience consisted totally of being the only kid on the block with o concrete basketball court. Which didn ' t exactly prepare me for the Saturday afternoon mania in Carter Stadium. Or the wild anxiety of worm nights in Reynolds Coliseum. The coliseum did get worm. Players change ond fons change but some things about our love of sports never change. People ore still willing to freeze their butts off spending the weekend around the ticket offices, socrificing comfort and sleep in exchange for camaraderie and good seats. They are still willing to fight their way through the mosses for o one-foot spoce in the beating sun or freezing wind in Carter Stadium. And they even climb on dusty, grun gy buses or get to toke in the scenery on the beltline for about one hour longer than they ' d like to. Once there, the players look like ants, for once again the Wolfpock Clubbers hove bought up oil the good seats, with the dregs left for the student. After oil everybody knows students hove better eyes, and are more adept with binoculars. The some thing happens in Reynolds, except thot the distance from student to player is not so great. The players have grown to the size of Japanese beetles. Besides, some lucky students may actually get sideline seats. There are other sports besides football and basketball and they probably fascinate as many people as the major two, though never so many at one time. In the spring the hill facing the tennis courts was covered with people. The humid nototorium covered lots of fans OS they egged on swimmers and divers. People flocked to the west side of Lee to follow lacrosse, soccer, and sometimes rugby. Armed with blankets and coolers, we established our territory on the sidelines and settled in for on afternoon of fun in the sun. Watching sports was a lot of fun ond took up a lot of our entertainment-allotted time, but participating was just as important. On a campus where every room contains at least one poir of tennis shoes (probobly Adidas), recreating was something most everybody did. Whether playing a varsity sport, a club sport, on organized team sport or o personal sport, we gave ourselves over to the sweat and breothlessness. We played tennis ond intromurol footboll and softboll. We ran on the track, skoteboorded, tossed frisbees, rode bicycles. We took PE courses in bodybuilding and badminton. We hod a good time. We should hove won on award for hoving the greatest number of physically fit people congregated on one campus in any given time. Don ' t put owoy those tennis shoes. Acticles in this section by: Daphne Homm David Corroll Jimmy Carroll Charles Lossiter 122 State 5 1 976 football team was supposed to have tremendous potentiol, but 1 weeks ofter the season started Wolfpack supporters left Carter Stadium with the bitter taste of a 3-7-1 season in their mouths. A program that Lou Holtz hod guided to four straight bowl gomes plummeted under new head coach Do Rein, with the Pack losing its first three gomes including the season-opener with Furman. State ' s football team seemed stunned and speechless by the slow beginning, not really showing its true potential before it beat North Corolino 21 -1 3 in Chapel Hill. The Pocks only other victories were over less-than- formidoble Indiono and Clemson. There were numerous reosons for Stote ' s sudden downfall. Perhaps the Wolf- pock ' s most gloring weakness wos its treadmill of fumbles. They broke the ACC record for fumbles in a season, dropping 52. The defense, which seldom hod-enough time to catch its breath before heoding bock onto the field, gave up o whopping 400 yards per gome. Dut all was not bleak for the Pock. Individually, sophomore Ted Drown ron for 1 ,088 yords, Johnny Evans was second in the nation in punting with an impressive 46.1 yards per punt overage and senior Ron Donther sparkled with his spirited defensive ploy. So Rein is not about to push the panic button because of one disappointing seoson. Americans usually consider themselves chic or hip. They normally catch on to the world- wide trend whether it be in food, music, clothing, art or sports. Stop, Jocko America. Look Again. Soccer, long the world ' s most popular sport and possibly the most dangerous, hos taken o bockseot to the American version of football thus for ond oil signs are thot things will stoy that way until the Orange Dowl freezes over. Nobody understands exactly why this is so, especially when you consider America ' s thirst for violence. Witness o soccer match ond you ' ll see o reckless show of perpetuol motion, without any protective helmets, shoulder pods, shinguards or mouth pieces to protect the athletes from the inevitable fate — pain. Torment is simply token for granted in the sport that Pele has tried in voin to moke popular in the USA. State ' s once dilapidated soccer program come of age in 1 975, carving out o solid 6-3-2 mark including o thrilling victory over North Carolina. Dut this year the teom reverted to many of its ol d losing ways, finishing the seoson with a mediocre 6-7 record ofter jumping out to a quick 3-1 start. The brightest moments of the season were a victory ogoinst Duke and o 2-1 overtime win at Carolina. State ' s 1976-77 basketball seoson ran the gomut, including almost everything except a notional ranking. There were big victories over second-ranked North Carolina, notionolly- ronked Woke Forest ond occasionally-powerful Maryland, emborossing defeats to the Tor Heels ond Michigan State, with a whole lot of heartbreaking losses and easy non-conference wins sandwiched in between. Dut despite the young Wolf- packs inconsistency, thisyeor ' s team provided as much excite- ment, if not more thon ony of its predecessors. There was temperamental All-America Kenny Corr, who won the ACC scoring title for the second year in o row and destroyed his opponents with awesome sprees when he put his mind to it. There were the sensational newcomers Howkeye Whitney, Clyde The Glide Austin, Tony Warren and Drion Walker who stepped right in and contributed immediotely. After the smoke hod cleared on o 1 7-1 1 seoson which ended with a 70-56 loss to Carolina in the semi-final of the ACC tournament, several players decided for vorious reosons to leave State. Dirk Ewing and Drothers Steve and Drion Wolker decided to transfer to other schools becouse of personal conflicts with Sloan. Corr applied for hardship status in the NDA draft, while guard Al Green decided he would probably concentrate on trock. 1i m Fon interest soared, and with it, so did they. Reaching new heights, the wonnen ' s bosl-ietbal! ployers made an even greoter impression thon o year before in Kay Yow ' s first season as head coach. The Wolfpacls achieved another state chompionship, a third- place regional finish, a 1 notional ranking ond o 21 -3 record. Sixteen players contributed, and all were talented. The team wos close knit. Its three losses were to nationally ranked teams, Immoculoto (95-90 in overtime), Maryland ond Tennessee Tech. A three-point loss to Tennessee Tech kept the Wolfpock out of the notional championship tournament, a fact thot closed a brilliont season with o bitter taste. The highlight of the seoson was the eighth gome, when 4,000 fons braved a miniture blizzord to wotch Sherri Pickord hit on 1 8- footer Qt the buzzer to send the Wolfpock into overtime against third-ronked Immoculoto. Though the Pock eventually lost, its rally from 1 9 points down in the second half proved its chorocter. Two Wolfpock players were selected by the five coaches to the 1 0-mon oll-stote team, freshman Genio Deosley and sophomore Cristy Earnhardt. Crowd fovorites were the energetic Young twins, Koye and Foye. Their hustle wos enough for two people, ond they slaved to improve on every facet of their gome. In the darkness before down, the well-conditioned bodies in the water pushed themselves harder, oblivious to the outside world that rested snug under cover in the icy eorly-morning hours of winter. They were troining judiciously without any fanfare. Their swift movements were punctuated by on occasional shrill blast of o whistle or instructional barking from their drill-sergeont-like coach, Don Fosterling, who has guided the men to seven stroight ACC titles. They ore State ' s men ' s and women ' s swimming teams, a talented congregation of three Olympians, 1 2 All-Americos and numerous Atlantic Coast Conference and state record-holders. They come from all over the country to compete in Q progrom that has one of the best traditions in existence. This year the men swept through the ACC competition, rolling up on impressive 1 0-1 record before finishing the seoson ranked 1 1 th in the notion. The Pock women, in only their second seoson ever, went unbeaten in regulor season meets and finished the 1 976-77 campaign as the eighth best women ' s collegiate teom. Highlights of the swimming seoson were the men ' s team ' s victories over powerful Auburn and SMU and the men ' s and women ' s doubleheoder sweep over Corolino. The swimmer ' s sterling performances indicated that for them dedicotion poys off. Nothing good comes cheap, and the recent success of State ' s wrestling program is no exception. The upswing of the program is attributable to the hard work of the people involved — the wrestlers and the coaches. In what could hordly be colled fun afternoons, Wolfpock wrestlers spent countless hours conditioning. They procticed intricote moves ond counter moves, hoping to find a key which could moke them winners. In the toughest type of one-on-one competition, wrestlers strained ogoinst evenly matched opponents, hoping those hours of practice would pay off, tr ing to dominate, or at least to keep from being dominated. But it ' s often sold that the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray. Stote ended up o good seoson on a sour note, os they foiled to regoin their conference championship, and scored poorly in the nationals os well. The Pock went into the ACC tournament with four top seeded wrestlers, and two second place seeds. As it turned our, State finished with three conference champs, ond o fourth place finish in the ACC tournoment. 123 In fencing, the sport that reminds most students of either sword fighting or The Three Musketeers, State hod o year that was just so dose to being successful. If only inexperience hadn ' t crept up at all the worst times, a 6-4 team thot finished fourth in the ACC could hove easily gone places. With o few more points here or there, this would hove clearly been State ' s best fencing year ever. The youthful Wolfpack was leod by captain Rodney Irizorry, Steve Dickmon and freshmon whiz Bill Gelnow in foil and Peter Vollerio In sobre. Gelnow troveled to the NCAA tournament and came home with on impressive tenth place finish. The women fencers enjoyed a better season thon the men, posting o solid 9-4 record and receiving on invitation to the nationals. Diane Knolboch, 49-9 during the regular season, led the the charge with support from Koy Vorren, Terri Younger ond Mondi Dennett. The highlights of their season, as in all sports on this campus, was beoting arch- rival North Carolina 9-7 in the final match of the season. State ' s baseball team storted the season with more anticipation than o politicians campaign workers. And the Wolfpack got off to a good start, harboring on 1 1 -gome win streak at one stretch in early March, only to give way to inconsistency in almost every phase of its game one ACC ploy storted. State got off on the wrong foot when it lost a heart- breaking 2-1 battle at North Corolino in its first conference gome. The Pock finished the season with on overall record of 27-1 2 and on ACC mark of 7-7, which was good for o mediocre fourth place finish in the conference standings. State ' s unpredictoble ploy continued into the ACC tournament, with the Pock winning over Carolina in the opening round, losing to Clemson in the next, beating Maryland after thot, only to be eliminated by the powerful Tigers. There were some positive aspects in the season, however, in addition to the win streak and occasional floshes of brilliance. Rightfielder Dick Choppell once again provided leadership and mode AII-ACC. Freshman pitcher John Skinner emerged as one of the best, if not the best, hurler in the league. And after going two seasons without winning the ACC baseball title. State oppeors to hove the potential to challenge for the championship again. Most people think of softboll OS o gome played ot a leisurely pace after a picnic lunch. But anyone who witnessed the determined efforts of the Wolfpack nine at cozy Red Diamond this spring knows that the State women didn ' t mess around. After capturing the stote softboll title in their initial season in 1 976, the Wolfpack hod o couple of bod breaks, but nonetheless still finished second in the state. Koy Yows club piled up on impressive 25-4 mark and won the Appolochion State and N. C. Stote Invitotionols. Of course, the leoder of the team was the school ' s lone three-sport star, second bosemon Sheri Pickord, who hit with consistency and fielded with flair. Also giving solid support were third baseman Joy Usseiy, outfielder Gloria Allen, first baseman Jon Moore and pitcher Connie Longley. You moy not see them chewing tobacco and spitting it out like their mole counterparts, but you con bet thot State ' s women ' s softboll teom ploys with every bit as much intensity OS any baseball player. 124 As State tennis star John Sadri bottled his woy to the ACC number one singles title here before o howling, highly- portison Wolfpock crowd, it wos obvious from his sharp backhand and confident expression that tennis was on the verge of national prominence in Wolfpock country. Sodri had become the first State netter to capture an ACC singles title and the vocal Pock fans hod shown their enthusiastic support. Additionolly, State hod won a number of other ACC matches and surged to a second place finish in the ACC tournament. Not bod for a team that was long the doormat of the ACC. There were many highlights during the regular seoson. There was an impressive 8-1 victory over notionolly-ronked Georgia during the eorly portion of States 1 7-0 yeor. There was the emergence of freshmen whizzes John Joyce and Matt McDonald along with the continued improvement of sophomores Scott Dillon and Carl Bumgordner. And if you think the Pock was good this year, just wait ' til they come on the courts next seoson. All of their players return and only one conference motch is on the rood. The gap between North Carolina and the Wolfpock hod been closed considerably, with many people believing State con outdo the Tor Heels ' string of titles next year. Tennis onyone? The Wolfpock is ready to serve. State s golf teom this year hod its ups-and-downs. The Stote golfers rose to heights thot they hod never reached before, copturing the Duke Foil Tournament, the Greater Myrtle Deoch Invitational and the Iron Duke Tournoment while consistently beating perennial power Woke Forest. But they also sank to a tremendous low point in their season when they faltered ond finished fourth in the ACC tournament behind North Corolino, Morylond and Woke Forest. At the end of the season, they finished third in the prestigious Chris Schenkel Invitational, faring better than many notionol powers that received invitations to the NCAA tournament. Senior Bill Homilton and Tom Reynolds provided the brightest moments. Hamilton was the medalist at the Big Four Tournament while Tom Reynolds won the Myrtle Beoch Invitotionol and come in second in the ACC tournament. Wolfpock cooch Richards certoinly has o strong golf program with a very bright future. With o couple of strokes of luck, they could win the ACC title next year now thot Woke Forest ' s reign of invincibility seems to hove ended. Most people think stickmen ore something bored adolescents draw in their notebooks while the teocher lectures about multiplication tables and the compound sentence. That is, if they haven ' t witnessed a lacrosse match. It ' s physical like football, except they don ' t wear padding. It ' s fast-paced like hockey, except they run on grass rather thon skate on ice. There ore gooltenders like in soccer and hockey. They move the little boll with a stick that has o net on the end of it so they con catch the boll like they hove o boseboll glove. Sounds interesting doesn ' t it? Sandwiched in between Dook field ond Lee Dorm is State ' s lacrosse field, a place where quite a few people gathered to sunbothe, drink six- pocks and watch the 1 977 Wolpock lacrosse team make great strides in its young program. They captured their first winning season with a 1 0-4 mark. They were ranked in the nation ' s top twenty for the first time, finishing 1 4th. They garnered their first ACC win ever, coming from behind to beat Duke, 1 6-14. in a very exciting gome. In fact. State ' s victory over the Blue Devils, more than onything else, symbolizes the arrival of lacrosse on the Wolfpock campus. As wos the cose oil season long. State ' s stickmen never gave up and wound up winning the gome, and perhops more significantly, winning the hearts of the fans. 125 The essence of endurance is that point of anguish ot which those who hove troined the hardest and hove the most within themselves generally perform the best. It ' s one individuol competing ogoinst onother, with only his or her own flows ond nature intervening. You don ' t need a whole lot of expensive equipment in track and field. Just put on a poir of shorts ond o tee shirt and go see who con do best the bosic things thot mon hod done since creotion — running, jumping, ond throwing. After finishing second to Maryland for two consecutive years. State dropped to third place ot the ACC meet in the spring. All-America shot putter Dob Medlin attracted the most ottention probably because he ' s proven he ' s one of the strongest athletes ever to perform in the conference, being ACC Chompion four straight years. And Al Green, the leaping bosKetboll player from Horlem, proved he was the swiftest, sprinting to the ACC 100 meter chompionship. All- Americo shot putter LeDoron Coruthers also achieved success and finished second to Medlin in the conference meet. Recently, the Wolfpock hos oppeored on the verge of becoming o powerful track team. With coach Jim Wescott ' s perservonce ond his othlete ' s total dedicotion, State probobly hos the best chance-— if anyone ever does — of overtaking the Terrapins. Rugby is the English version of footboll, and is one of the oldest ond roughest sports in existence. Players throw the boll to teommotes behind them as they move toward the goal line trying to score. When someone is tackled, they hove o scrum, which consists of the referee placing the boll on the ground with the players circling oround him, diving in, pushing and shoving to get control of the boll. The boll is somewhat rounder ond larger than o footboll. Rugby is o vigorous gome ployed with rare enthusiasm, endurance ond spirit. Ployed for fun, rugby is not OS orgonized as o vorsity sport, yet draws o sizeable number of Wolfpock fons. Rugby IS also one of the few sports that come to mind where the opponents go out ond porty with each other ofterwords. Porticipotion. That is what sports is oil about. You don ' t hove to b o stor who con sink o 25-footJumper or throw o footboll fifty yards. You Just hove to wont to hove fun. Thot is what mokes intramural progroms at State so special. Whatever the sport, be it softboll or tiddlywinks, if there ore enough students who wont to hove on organized leogue they con hove one. The intramural fields ore dotted with ployers of many different sports on ony given afternoon. There ore froternity teams, dorm teams and independent teams. Winning becomes o matter of group pride, often lending prestige to o particular dorm hall orfrot group. 126 Exercise may sometimes mean straining your muscles and being out of breath. It may even moke you sacrifice physical comfort. But for all the agonizing moments you suffer through running, jumping, lifting weights, doing sit-ups, etc. you get back o thousand times more joy by being healthy. Having complete control of your ovvn movements. Being able to dance almost endlessly v lthout panting or feeling dizzy. The simple thrill of being oble to run oround playing oil day like o kid without going home feeling like on old man. In short, being oble to experience life to Its fullest, without giving way to tiring lungs, weak legs or o spore tire around your belly. It may not be easy to get healthy, but olmost nothing worthwhile Is attained without Q little bit of ongulsh. 127 I ' VE NEVER HAD TO END A SEASON WITH THIS FEELING. MAYBE FORGEHING IT IS THE BEST THING. MAYBE THINKING ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED AND TRYING TO CORRECT IT IS BEST. I DONT KNOW. 129 130 131 SOCCER IS A SIMPLE FLOW OF MOVEMENT AND ABSENCE OF PROPS. MINUS STICKS AND DATS, HELMETS AND PADS, SOCCER SEEMS TO SURVIVE ON COMRADESHIP AND TEAM EFFORT ALONE. FEET AND KNEES, SHOULDERS AND STRONG HEADS WILL DO. 133 134 EVERYBODY HAS THEIR THINGS IN LIFE. BASKETBALL IS MINE. PEOPLE HAVE HOBBIES THEY WANT TO GET TO WHEN THEY GET OFF WORK. BASKETBALL IS MINE. 135 136 HARRY LYNCH 136 LIFE CANT DE AS SHALLOW AS A WON-LOSS RECORD. I KNOW THAT ' S HARD FOR SOME PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND, BUT I HOPE AT LEAST THEIR GOALS AND MINE ARE THE SAME. TO ME A WINNER IS NOT DETERMINED DY HOW MANY GAMES HE ' S WON. 139 STILLNESS EXPLODES INTO CONSTANT MOTION. IN THE WATER SWIMMERS ARE PART OF A DIFFERENT ENVIROMENT, THE CLOCK DRIVING SUDDEN SPURTS OF MOVEMENT. THE WHOLE AREA IS AN ECHO CHAMBER. CAN THEY REALLY HEAR YOUR SHOUTS AT ALL? WE HAVE THE MOST TALENT WE HAVE EVER HAD AT STATE, DUT WERE A VERY YOUNG TEAM, MADE UP MOSTLY OF FRESHMEN SOPHOMORES AND WE ARE EXPERIENCING THE TRIALS OF YOUTH. MICHAEL O ' BRIEN WRESTLING IS NOT TOO DIG DOWN HERE AND YOU JUST HAVE TO BUILD IT UP. PEOPLE FOLLOW WINNERS, AT LEAST THAT ' S WHAT THEY TELL ME. 141 I REALLY ENJOY BASEBALL, BUT I LEARNED A LONG TIME AGO THAT YOU CANT ALWAYS HAVE THINGS THE WAY YOU YOU WANT THEM. THE KEY IS TO GIVE WHATEVER YOU TRY YOUR BEST SHOT AND HOPE IT WORKS OUT. 142 THEY ARE UNIQUE— A SUBTLE DLEND OF JOCKNESS AND FEMININITY. THEY PLAY FOR KEEPS. BUT THEY LOOK LIKE THEY ' RE HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME— SINGING IN THE DUGOUT AND ALL THAT. THEF ES A SPECIAL FELLOWSHIP. 144 IT WOULDN ' T MAHER IF WE LOST THREE MATCHES IN A ROW BECAUSE WED STILL DE OUT THERE FIGHTING JUST AS HARD. IF WE EVER GET BEAT. IT WONT DE BECAUSE WE DIDN ' T TRY AS HARD AS WE COULD. ON THE HUSHED GREEN ALL CONCENTRATION IS FOCUSED ON THE TINY WHITE BALL THE SINGLE GOLFER PLAYS NEITHER AGAINST TIME NOR REALLY AGAINST ANOTHER GOLFER. HIS OPPONENTS ARE ONLY DISTRACTION AND HIMSELF. 146 IT FEELS GOOD COMING BACK BEING A WINNER. IVE ENJOYED BEING A PART OF THIS TEAM NOW PEOPLE LOOK AT US DIFFERENTLY- KNOWING THAT WERE A THREAT. EVERYDODYS LIKE A CLOSE FAMILY. THE GUYS REALLY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. WE ALL KNOW WHAT WE HAVE TO DO TO GET THINGS DONE, AND WE GO OUT AND TRY TO DO THEM. WE DEPEND ON EACH OTHERS SUPPORT. v. ;  • ' ■. _ - iil ' I. ' ffy lfl fyT i ♦ . t y ViT HARRY LYNCH 150 RUGDY LOOKS VERY CHAOTIC, VERY DISJOINT, DISORGANIZED. FOR A SPECTATOR WHO ' S NOT BROKEN IN, IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IS GOING ON JUST FROM WATCHING ON THE SIDELINES. THERE ' S NO SUBSTITUTION. THEY TAKE EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO INJURE EACH OTHER BECAUSE IF A MANS HURT AND DOWN HE ' S OUT, FINISHED. --i- H,r;,. THE SOUND OF THE PIGSKIN CAN BE HEARD 3 OR 4 DAYS A WEEK ON THE LOWER INTRAMURAL FIELD. ONE DAY A WOMEN ' S LEAGUE MAY BE IN PROGRESS. THE NEXT DAY THE DORMITORY TEAMS MAY BE FIGHTING IT OUT, ANOTHER DAY THE FRATERNITIES. WITH THE OPEN LEAGUE ADDING THE FINISHING TOUCHES. 151 DAVID TURNER IT S WHAT YOU MAKE IT. A PERSONAL SPORT AAAY BE A PASSION FOR WHAT YOU ARE GOOD AT AND TAKE PRIDE IN. FOR MANY ITS DOING WHAT IS FUN AND MAKES THEM HAPPY; OTHERS JUST LIKE TO WATCH. 153 SOMETIMES I GET LOST IN ALL THE PEOPLE The rows and rows of faces —each caught in a millisecond of life ore separated, classified, categorized. Just as we ore drown to certain types of living situations by our characteristics, likes and dislikes, we are drawn into different curriculums for the similar reasons. We may like the idea of seeing things differently, or want to be trained in old and long-practiced principles ond methods. We may like to work with ideas ond possibilities, or wont to explore things we can see and touch and hold in our hands. All our attitudes contribute to our choice of our field of study. Our ideas about money, prestige, heritage and education itself all contribute to our choice of careers. The some chorocteristics thot led us into the School of Llberol Arts, the School of Engineering or the School of Agriculture and Life Sciences isolote us into groups oport from one another. On a campus this size people of one type interest may hove trouble understanding what people in other interest groups ore all about. What do those designos do in the basement of Drooks Hall anyway? What lurks behind the doors morked danger on the the upper floors of Dobney? Just what are they up to in those tiny Poe Hall lab rooms? Our lack of fomiliority with the activities of other curriculums leads us to stereotype groups by what we think they ' re like. It ' s difficult to let go of the idea that all design students go around spaced out and barefoot in boggy paint- splattered peasant gorb, and that all engineers wear horn-rimmed glasses and have o calculator hanging on their hips. And of course we all know that Ag and Life majors wear boots caked in manure and never learned to reod post o fifth grade level. Don ' t we. But believe it or not I know some designos who wear painter ' s jeans, and some moth majors that go braless. I know some engineers that like Wolt Whitmon and some philosophy majors who hove calculators. Which just goes to show thot inside we ore not olwoys the way we may appear to others. We may not olwoys toke on the characteristics of the stereotype group to which we ore mentally assigned by people who differ from us. And they do not always fit our conception of them either. In all the people lined up here you may find some people that you know and many more that you don ' t. Out oil ore like you in some ways and different from you too. And everybody ' s special, deriving some common characteristics from the down-home feeling of the campus itself — o feeling that can ' t be masked by categorizing and organizing the people who keep the feeling alive. Articles in this section by: Daphne Homm Chris Kuretz Drawings in this section by: Joy Purvis AGRICULTURAL INSTITUTE With long hours in the ciossroonn bolonced with long hours in the lob, the Agricultural Institute stu- dent moves steadily to- ward the definite place he envisions for hinnself in the connnnunity. Where will he be after graduation — farming that place down the rood, managing a chain of food stores, ex- panding and restocking a nursery, looking after the dairy? Experiencing on unusual unity as a group, the students shore ideals and work towards them with a down-to-earth fervor that amazes some of us whose education has seemed more aimless, more uncertain. Motivated and enthusiastic about whatever he has chosen to study — turfgross, live- stock, food processing, equipment, plants — the Ag Institute student learns both the theoretical and the practical, always examining, questioning, touch- ing, doing. Trudging from Williams to Polk or Kilgore or Weaver, his head full of problems and plans, he is thoroughly enmeshed in university life. He is o two-year student involved with the four-year stu- dents through dorms, clubs, fraternities and extra- curricular activities. Yet he is somewhat set opart by his commitment to fulfill his practical ideals. € T . ri 5herr Alston Kothy Dowden Williom Cofter Jenny Cox Michoel Drewry Michoel Edmonds .If; Everett Constonce Hort Richard Heniey Timothy Hudgins Donno Jeffries Terry Jones Thomos Lilley LynnMossey UK I I, I put. ■■J UK I I, I put. ■■J t HH H Roger Melville Andrew Merts Tl nr rhv Phillips Stephen Rvoynor Denise Rowlett John Sopp Thomas Scorborough Deotrice Sewofd Leoro Stencil JohnSullivon Welly WolKer WilliomWord Troy WilloughDy Keren Yost 158 UNDER GRAD- UATES Hoi Beovers Eugene Oabtree George Jordon Julion Kidd WilliomMonsfield Fincher Mortin Dovid McGirt LisoMcNoldy Potricio Perry Wolter Petty Durt Philips Pliiilip Smith 159 AGPvlCULTUPvE AND LIFE SCIENCES Just try to find o place on campus where the Ag Life nnojor is not at home! After oil, the very identity of the university itself has long been connected with its science students, particularly those with rural orientations. The pet names that we hove acquired over the years, you know — Moo U, Cow College, Sow College, Tractor Tech— con all be attributed to the importance of the Ag Life school. And its majors ore everywhere. The greenhouse range with its steamy winter windows is full of them. So ore the drofty barns that preserve a little bit of countryside in this area overburdened with concrete and bricks. But mostly they populate Gardner, Polk, Scott, Kilgore, Williams, Horrelson and Grinnells Lob, not to mention the eighth and ninth floors of the library. The Ag (j Life majors by oil rights should belong everywhere. Keeping track of the bovine beauties, studying the Solonum tuberosum, or examining the fetal pig, the aggie carries on the traditions of study and research that gives us our unique heritage and image. Stephen Bollard Moiy Dovley Dovid Deord Poulo Dell Amondo Dennett Gordon Dennett Steven Derry Dovid Detts Mufchison Diggs Benjomin Dolick Ricky Dordeoux Gory Bowden Julie Bowling Dottie Drodshow Corl Droun Williom Bntt Jomes Brooks Forrest Brown Pomelo Dryon Dorboro Dryont Jone Duck Wondo Duff kin Darboro Durchord John Durlse (Robert Dusey Corol Collowoy William Comeron Angelo Corr Jomes Carter J Antonio Costellonos Kothryn Coton Mork Chomblee Richord Choppell Suzonne Chernogo Williom Cherry v Richofd Childrey Choi les Clark S-:4 - fisClontz Emily Coble Leilo Colemon John Compton Poulo Compton Ho) Condrey Coivin Covington Suson Cox LoufO Crowell PotriciQ Cruse Terry DeoWe Dwight Deol Deboroh DeMorio !7 Williom DeMent 1 __ • ' • . ' I| V i y. f Philip Dean Richord Dietrich Ann Duncon Sondro Ednnonds Carol Edwords Phyllis Elkins Ida Elliott «tf Jessie Epps Steven Evans Charles Farobee Grohom Fidler Dob Floyd Kiiiii ! Mcrk Foftunoto Arthur Foster Jeffrey Foster Steven Friedlonder Cloro Fulghunn Mono Fysol Jomes Gorner IT r ' « W W i T L ■ ' ■P i[il i f ' ij; If 2 162 Williom Gentry Morion Glover David Goff Mory Ooft Jone Gordge Cindy Grohorm Lorry Grohom Potricio GfOinger Donno Grant Cynthio GfOy Henty Griffin Kifsten Gross 5teven Gross Suson Guerront Mork Hucks John Hulin Robert Hunt Ronald Hutchens Beverly Hutchlns Amy lezzoni Phillip James George Jorvis Thomos Jeffries Gerald Johnson Joseph Johnson Peggy Johnson Phillip Johnson Stephen Johnston Somuel Jolly Cynthia Jones Cynthio Jones Debro Jones Gory Jones Williom Jones Ricky Joyner 163 1 -u.csa. t k WilliomJoyner William Joyner Alton Justice Philip Koylor Morsholl Kemp Motthew Ketchom Horold Kimsey Julion Kinlow Kenneth Knight Gorlond Knott Herbert Land Deboro Longdon Dorothy Lotto Noncy Lowrence Pomelo Lowson Hugh Leothermon Jonice Lindley Noncy Lohmueller ijlenn Lowder Michael Lowery MoryLucos Russell Lydoy Debro Lytton Jomes Mockie Harold Modden Tony Modren Yousif Mohdi CorlosMonning 164 Douglos Morion AlonMorr R,ichord Morsholl Jomes Mortin Elliott Moscoop Robert Mossengill Elwood Mossey Sherron Motthews NoroMcAdoo Dovid McDoniel Steven McNeill Molly Meode Rolph Miller LindoMonteith Volerie Nere John Obermillef Jerry Old Joseph Oliver E. Keren Osteen Chorles Oxendine Samuel Pordue Douglos Porker Lmdo Parnell Robert Porrish Bobby Porson Mchord Peot Kirk Peters Undo i ' .k nff IIH IiHR H i H Dorton Phillips Myron Pickett Morion Pleosont Lorry Poe Gregg Pollord Milton Poulos Lorry Price Dovid Pritchord Jonet Proffitt Goston Rondolph Pomelo Ronson Robert Ronson Williom Reid Dorboro Cemeke John Revell Donno Roberts Dole Robertson Jomes Robertson James Robinson Kip Robinson Steven Roebuck 165 )JaA Rosemary Solok Denjomin Scorborough Debro Scott Frances Sholar Liso Smith Rondoli Smith Timothy Smith Charles Smithey Lincoln Southern itf A Peter Stenbuck Thomos Stinnett Cloir Stokes Clifton Straughn Richord Stroud John Stroup Cheryl Toylor Jeone Terry Kimberly Terry Gory Thomas Cynthia Tice Deboroh Tillery Jonet Tilley Clyde Todd Kotrino Todd Gordo Townsend Thomas Townsend John Tucker Mark Turik Charles Tyson Mary Vonderbufg Willioni V onderlip Robert Vonhoy Sotnuel Vomer Vicki Verbylo Woodrow Worren Williom Worriner Kenneth White Joe Whiteheod Donold Whitener Jeonie Whittlesey Joseph Wiggins Virgil Willord Chorles Willioms Corel Woodord Chondler Worley Jock Wright Jomes Wright Thomos Wright 167 ;.f :.f..«-i aptai ii i ' Croig Adkins Acquonetto Alexonder Alice Allen Lourie Armstrong Robert Averette GoilAyers Cynthio Boiley CoyDoity Beverly Doker Mork Dell Karen Diddle f n John Diernboum Wllliom Diggers Condoce Diggerstoff Wanda Dillingsleo Andrew Dizzell Roger Block Teresa Dlolock Kayla Bloodworth Lorry Dohonnon Betty Boswell Sheilo Boswell David Bowen Jonothon Bowling Richard Brooks 169 Wesley Dovenport Jomes F Dovis Herbert Deloney Kenneth Dellinger Robert Dellinger Jessie Denny Don Dhonpershod Michoel Dillofd Minom Dillon Normon Doggett Mork Douglos Potncic Dill Ellers Dofbofo Ellington Thelmo Elliott Stephen Emory Lewis Erskine --JI s 4 SherrleFlshel Kotherine Fisher Louro Fitzpotrlck Dovid Fogle Chorles Forro Donno Freeman Undo Freemon Julie Gobriel Morsho Gollowoy Kotherine Gorrou Steven Gotton FronkGodley f.f Lester Groy McRoy Greene 170 Cotherine Horned Melisso Horrell Chorles Horns Mory Hosty Deirdre Hotcher Mork Hoyes Julie Heod MofieHeofner Leslie Hedgecock Judith Henderson C Thomos Hendnckson M. Wooten Herring Gene Hickmon Moroo Hid s W, 1 i ' ' ?rring Gene Hickmon Morcio Hicks Kevin HintSQ John Hodges Cheryl Hollond Foye Hollond Mork Holler Williom Holmon Non Holton Laird Hood Ed ord Houchin Soroh Howel Koren Hudson Betty Hull Jerry Humphrey Dovid Hunt li l k John Hunt Debrolngold Chris Ingrom Sherry Inman Mortho Jerome John Johnson Suson Johnson William Johnson Brent Johnston Peggy Johnston Gilbert Jones Kim Korriker Wondo Karriker Julie Khommosh 171 JonothonKlto Roger Kornegoy George Loing Mory Leothermon Fred Leggett Steven Leonard Lourie LePors 172 Walter Lewis Mocy Locus Wllliom Loveloce Williom Luper Ellis Lydo Pomelo MocDonold Timothy Molburg Larry McCosklll Roberto McCoy Hofold McGimsey JohnMcKee Julie McKenzie Betsy McLeon ' ., J : Cynthio McNeil LisoMcNoldy TimMengel Leslie Messick Melisso Miller Noncy Miller CoivinMitchenor ChorylMoch Timothy Monteith Shoron Moody Cotherine Moore CynthiQ McLean Jerry Moore 5uson Moore Mark Morgon Ronnie Mosley Elizobeth Myers Michoel Myers Jockie Newlin Glendo Nichols Philip Nisbet Suzonne Nolley Kimberly Olson Jomes Osborne Jonet Parkef William Porker Timothy Poscholl Jomes Patterson Joy Peck Wilhom Porker Erico Perry Tereso Perry Fronk Petersen Dorryl Peterson Tereso Phillips Lynn Piron Sherry Poe A Thomos Poe Phyllis Poston Lone Price mm Tony Price Lonnie IXodford il Koren Reynolds Kothy Rhodes Elizabeth Ridenhour Gory Roberson 173 Koren Sheoly ChorlesShoe Robert Shore Lorraine Siebenoler Potncio Sigmon Colette Simmen Donold Sincloir Homer Sink Jomes Sloon Fionk Smith George Smith Dwtght Smith . ' ill ' Poulo Smith Pf A ' Tf 1 Michoel Southern Emily Spilmon Donney Stamper Drion Steele Charles Stephens Sto n Stephens Donold Stephenson EhzobethSuttle Sophio Szymeczek Rickey Taylor Deboroh Templeton Shelio Thigpen Louro Stutts Dorboro Thomos Edword Thomas Rosemary Tucker Solly Turner Manonne Tysinger Debrooh Vancovern 174 RuthWhonger Cynthio White Arthur Whitehead Mortho Whittington Wondo Wilder MoryWillioms Dorboro Williomson Steven Wilson Thomos Wilson JohnWinsteod Willie Woodcock lA Dorboro Zobel ( obin Wright Woody Votes Jeffrey Zii mmermon 175 DESIGN upon entering Design one suddenly discovers that he ' s different. His differences nnonifest them- selves in attitudes, nnon- nerisms, tastes— in es- sence, lifestyle. Yet, at the some tinne, one is aware that despite his supposed isolation and uniqueness, he is a definite port of this university. He con and does function as on overall well-rounded, regular- person student. True, Design has a set of values and perceptions that most of the campus does not possess. Its student protoges without doubt pick up on these expanded perceptions to become little Duncans, little Vernons, little Roys. Perhaps this too is a mind-boggier for the non-designer— this unique student-professor relationship which exists only in the Design school. The sophisticated remodeled office complex of Brooks, the continually changing gallery exhibits, the cool and efficient, yet elegantly comfortable library contrasts sharply with the haphazard student studios resplendent with junk ( I can ' t function unless oil my stuff is completely unorganized. ) Perhaps these two paradoxical images of Brooks Hall speak most successfully of the contrasts among and within the students who inhabit Design. Mofjorie Acker Steven Arnoudin Koren DIevlns Virginio Clorkson Rondol Cooper Dorothy Dovis Gory Edmisten Mory Ferguson John Holl Lorry Horns , chord Henn Stephen Hepler Geoffrey Hoffmon IXolond Klutz Eugene Longford Robert McCorter George Moorefield GlenMorgon Jomes Ootes Lynn Poge Donny Pordue Quentin Porker W Horn Peek Hozel Robinson Lu Anne Rogers R. ten Runyons Noncy Sosnett Arthur Sepmeyer 19 Lorry Underwood Phillip Worren Gene Wells Timothy Whitener Chorles Wilson 177 Horry Wyott 4 Richord Andrews Robert Dorl hou Morion DIoodworth Dovid Doyer William Brodhom Down Drench C Dovid Burney JoneCollowoy Jennet Dome Thomos Duffy Cyntfiio DuRont Cfinstopher Hoys Peter Hester Ellen Holding Senders Lee Cfiester Livingston HoroldMossey Kennetfi McLean SfiirleyPope Rhonda Ricfiordson Michael Smith 178 Rebecca Stocy Sharon Taylor John Thrower Joyce Wotkins Dovid Weaver Dovid Wooten EDUCATION Standing before that classroom, o world of faces, some attentive some not giving o flip if you ore there or not... Overcoming the uneasi- ness, heels clockety-clock- ing down newly waxed hallways in some bock- swomp school smelling of mildew and chalk dust, teacher ' s desk. ..oil port aspirations soon to be realized by the Education major. But those faces upturned for answers ore too for owoy from the block leathery chairs that never wanted to fit very well under the seminar table in Poe. Sunlight streaming through the exposed west window in the lobby mode bright diagonals on the slate gray floor. Hurrying students fumbling and banging lockers kept o racket in the shiny basement. The mosaic rhinocerous only stored when you panted up the stairs, already ten minutes late — learning to teach, learning to solve other people ' s problems! The psychology lobs were always mysteriously quiet, doors marked and closed against intrusion. Inside that aggregate of concrete and wood behind the color coordinated doors people learned to help people, groping for answers and for ways to help others find them. M Williom Booze Somuel Drown IF Thomos Dryon Poul Butler Kimberly Carpenter Mory Cheek Herbert Copelond ifi iL A Benjomin Forrest Glenn Gems Michoel Giconte Donold Hoirston Michoel More Lorry Horwood M k - Steven Hollodoy Suson Howlond Williom Jones Jocqueline Klimo Michoel Knox Fred Lloyd Joseph Midgette Suson Munn MorthQ Murroy Lorry Newmon Dorry Ookley Borboro Odom Pomelo Potsch Ellen Poul 1 180 Esther Penney Morie Pettit Michoel Phillips Thomos Pruett John Richordson Stephen Riddle Michoel Robbins Pomelo Sonsbury Thomos Sherlock Morion Shoffner Roberto Sloon Potricio Smith Alice Stocks Lindo Juries Michoel Tolly hi Alon Thomos Steve Thomos Kenneth Treece Potricio Turner Coswell Wheeler Beverly Willenborg Jomes Willioms Croig Xonder Mory Yorborough Morgoret Elmore Jomes Etheridge Mory Evons Thomos Fohey Cotherine Foircloth Michoel Fields Kimberly Fowler Neno Hood ENo Inmon Jocinto Jocobs Vefonico Jenkins John Koiper Williom Kiger Helen Koop Williom Lambert Frank Loney Boyd Lyther Jomes Manning Donald Martin George McGrath Dionne Miller mm Louro Moore Robert ODrien Deboroh Pearce Stephonie Pettiford Robin Phillips Chotles Pitimon Louro Poindexter I 1 : Frances Pope MorU Rotledge Sonjo Rhynner Wilfred Robbins Morcio Shockelford Koren Shoffner Donny Shuping Vicky Waller ■%g:iiF iiini -:i, Morgoret Wollis MotyWollis Louise Wolters Timothy Worren George Willis Ned Wilson Dennis Worley 183 ENGINEERING If people think of engi- neers OS low on aesthetics and high on procticolity, they ' re really missing it. Sure, you con walk through the endless white cinder block corridors of that exosperoting nnoze called Broughton Holl and feel oppressed by the cold functionality. You con even find Sonne curious non-functional ononn- olies, like the little windows on the lob doors in Monn Hall that require you to get on your knees to look through thenn. But if you look nnore closely you begin to find beauty, sensitivity and soul where you thought oil was square. See the photo display in Monn, the Chenn E wall in Riddick, cruise through Daniels and peek through the gloss in Burlington. Take a look at the Love on Engineer t-shirts on campus these days. Maybe they should read Engineers Love You. They do. When I study a blueprint and see beyond it to the structure it represents, when graceful elegance enriches functionality in o structure, I really get excited. It ' s almost as neat as driving a train. Abdolhossein Alovi Mohomed Alghuneimi Jasper Allen Periy Allen James Allgood Thomas Allen Kevin Andersen Tetteh Aniteye Kevin Annas Low rence Arledge William Atchison Fernando Azpuruo Lorry Bailey Jomes Doney Morsholl Dost Michael Dostion Joseph Bowman Jeffrey Boyd Ja ' s. •A. ' Mi 185 James Brewer p,oy Bridges Don Brooks Harvey Drown Terry Brown Frederick Browne Stephen Burr Robert Cogle Kevin Coldwell Steven Corrigon Jeffrey Corter Tfiomos Carter Williom Corter Malo Cfioksi I I h ' John Clock Norris Clayton Norris Cole Kothryn Conner Williom Cook R.ickey Cornett Stuort Coulter Williom Crone Kim Croven Harry Crowder Lowrence Curfmon Johnny Dogenfiort Stirling Donskin David Dorling Kenneth Dorney Daniel Dovirson Glenn DeJong Potricio DiPasquole William Dixon Dovid Door William Dotson Vivion Driggers Chorles Dudek Robert Dumos Mark Eornhordt John Edwords Mike Edwords Pauiimii Robert Eure Dovid Evons Michoel Everett Emiliono Fernondez Johnny Fields Dovid Fischer Hugh Fisher isi I Gregory Floyd John Fox Ned Frink Joseph Gloss John Goldberger Horry Grim Robert Furmoge Terry Gollimore Terry Gordner Cecil Gorrett Mitchell Guthrie William Hoddock Edword Hogorty Ricky Homlet P Robert Honkins Robert Hording George Hordy Donald Horgette John Harrington Richord Horrington Jomes Horns ■ H. i k jF w J ■i ■1 ■M F r F% P Wm W f V ' v V 3tt ilnV ' gt. V m iil Buck Hatcher George Hoyworth David Heorn Garry Hiott Dorboro Hil Michoel Hil Reginold Hill i m ■ i s. Mk ' • ' iT-r-. Robert Hobgood Roger Hollond Cloude Hollidoy Deen-is Hollingsworth Terry Holmes Jeffrey Holt Herbert Holzworth Robert Hood Jomes Hopkins Kim Horner Doniel Houser Robert Hyder Richord Ingrom Robert Jormon ml§ JM M Howofd Johnson Jomes Johnson Rolph Johnston Ector Jones Timothy Jones f ojo Koyol Robert Koylor ' iii i i Gory Keone Robert Kennerly George Kilby Robert Kirby Ronold Klutz Thurmon Lomm Sidney Lends Chorlei Lt Michoel Leming Williom Lisowsky Michael Loftin Rufus Love Timothy Lovin Dovid Lynn WodeMacDonold DovidMocFown MorkMonley Eugene MorshocK Ricky Mothis Clorion Moybee Michoel Mozejko d ymd Lawrence McCochern Stephen McLuiluu Suson McDuffie Rondy McNeil Joseph McQueen Molcolm McSpodderi Chorles Meochom Joseph Meeks Michoel Merrell Williom Merwin Moroof Mion JohnMilby Jerry Miller Lorry Miller Hossein Montozen Stephen Montgomery John Moc Stephen Moore Gerold Moretz Steve Mowry Michael Mydlow Terry Nosh Ronold Needhom Michoel Nemeth Vernon Norman R,obert ODriont Robert Ogle Jomes Oldhom M.k Ahotu Oporo Randy Orr f emus Outlow Henry Poinchoud Doniel Potton Williom Peorce Williom Penny t MmMM MM . h Williom Peters Clint Petree John Phillips Stephen Phillips David Pittmon Dole Porter Robert Rhyne Anthony Rierson Richard Rierson John Roberts Chorles Robinson Rondy Rogers Thomos Russell Thomos Sanchez Elin Schnobel Creighton Seoford Williom Seibert Madhu Shormo Hemont Shishodiyo Jesse Smith Timothy Smith 189 Rondy Snider Quinton Sorrell Edwin Spoch Mork Spencer GaryStoffo Doyd Stonley Thomas Stephenson liK HHH N mtm m ti Mmm.- f WllllomStem Richard Stevens Robert Stevens Fronklin Stump Fronk Sullivon Joseph Sutherland David Swicegood •.-; . « 1 William Sykes Jeffrey Taylor Muidock Taylor Michoel Terrell John Thompson John Thompson Keith Thompson iv ' ' CA Doniel Tillotson Thomos Townsend John Tucker Roger Turner John Umsteod Rolph Underwood Poul Vondervliet . ,iV Richord Vick HjinerWade Chorles Woggoner Leonard Wogoner Robert Woldkirch Michoel Wall Steven Wolloce Donald Warren Thomos Wells David Whitoker Myron Whitley Ronald Wilkins Chorles Williams V - - 1 ' M iC Douqlo5 Willioms Edgor Willioms Dovid Wilson Leon Wilson Jomes Wimbro Orion Wittn Ming Wong Scott Wood Gregory Wrenn Dobby Wright Williom Young Phillip Abeyounis Andrew Anderson Lowell Anderson Soson Ardolon MelvinArey Morgoret Ashley Kenneth Dobb r. I A Poul Doiley Corl DoKei George Conker Dovid Dorbee Allen Beam Kirby Bell Stephen Dellomoh Philip Denfield Steven Benfield Thomos Dennett Mickey Dishop George Ditor Jeffrey Block Jomes Dowen 191 Curtis Chomber5 Jeffrey Check Douglos Clobough p. ' L jn Cloyror y Cox Dovid Crowfofd Horry Creekmuir Robert Crews Robert Cromer Robert Crosby Robert Currln Reginold Doiley Jerry Dolton Donold Davenport Eugene DeGennoro Debro Depp Timothy Donoldson Dovid Doss ( id. iV Leo Dunn D, Gontt Edmlston Howord Englebert Nicholos Erdelyi Uanny Ervin Mi . k h 4. , Wa Louis Ervin Jomes Evons Gory Everhort Michoel Ford Jomes Forte Jeffrey Foust Mike Fox J IXodney Ffoncis Thomos Frederick Ricfiord Gaebe Alisfio Gollowoy IfCil Gentry ricK 1 Doryl Gibbs Tfiomos Gibson Robert Godbold Eddie Godwin DoleGoltore Stepfiei Gossett JohnGough r WilliomGowon Rutfi Grofiom Stephen Grice ' 4 V Chuck Hoisley Mark Hammond Gordon Hortgrove Cobey Hortley tei-l )1l Amy Hinkle Kim Hinshow Dilly Hinton John Hoenig John Hoke Steven Hollond John Holley 1 Robert Hoy , V Druce Huffmon irfU tf 193 f ondoll Jockson Thomos Jokob Gory JorvJs [Robert Jenkins Rondoll Jernigon Donold Lomonds Jomes Lomson Richord Lorkins Eric Lorsen Robert Lee Dovid Little Lynelle Little fS A 4 - ■ 1 il M 1 Ft 1 • r r 4 Fronklln Lockomy LocyLove Mu.IijpI Lowder Robin Ludlow r . Monsour JohnMorslond TifnoihyMortin Maurice Moyes Jomes Moynord Robert McAfoos Dixie McCollum DorryMcGee Duncan McNeill Dovid Meochum Joseph Meadows Joseph Memory Jon Michoel , ta Doniel Miller Jomes Miller Jen Miller Mox Miller Jerry Pendergross Gregory Perry Williom Petty Donno Phillips Richord Pike Chorles Poore C. Dovid Pope Charles Pnmeou Jock Rohmes Gene Reovis Richord Redone Thomos Reimers Cindy Rhodes Dovid Rid s Charles Robblns Jomes Roberts John Robertson MIchoel Robinson Louis Roscoe Joseph Rucker Hussein Sodek 1 mmmmmmtm in—miiiMir miUMiiiiiii im — mn Mppi—iM Miiiiniiiii m Robert Sodler Richord Senders Chorles Self Williom Sessoms Williom Shepord Luke Shepherd John Shoemoker Perry Sides Jomes Sigmon Dovid Simmons Michoel Simmons Steve Simmons Andrew Slote Shoron Smells 195 Dovid L. Smith Josef Smith Arthur Snuggs James Southofd Lelond Speece Elizobeth Speight William Stephenson Chorles Tyndoll Kenneth Tyndoll Robert Stone Douglos Sutherland Robert Tesh Robert Thomas Dovid Townsend Melvin Travis EmodWohob Morty Wokefield GuyWolding NormonWotson 4 - lli lli DIoke White Lexine White Williom White Michoel Wicker GoryWilkins MorkWilkins 196 Vivian Wolf Dennis Wood JonieWood Ross Wood mm JohnYorbro Stephen Younts FOREST RESOURCES You con sit in the forestry library and lool out across the athletic fields and see the rest of the connpus, and it ' s olnnost like you ' re riding a bus along Western Boule- vard, just catching a glimpse of NC5U. A fuzzy- chinned freshman fell asleep in this library once. He dreamed he was a felled tree being sowed in half by two flonnel-shirted foresters manning the George K. Slocum Memorial Sow. God, those teeth! And old Smokey Bear watched benignly and warned them about matches. Lob days teach you to watch and wait. You watch gauges and clocks, open and close tops, and at the right moment, open o valve to release o pressurized cloud of steam and sulfur dioxide. The awful smell mokes you wince and recoil. You con observe real magic as the Tarheel Baby turns wood chips into paper. Feeding it, you feel like on ancient alchemist. And come to think of it, o subtle transformation has token place with you as your fine hidden groin was exposed and polished and the bark was stripped from your latent talents. 196 Ernest Goster Divos Ghosh Jomes Gordon Tino Griftin John Gurgonious Mork Hall Mollie Holl k hd k Douglos Honcock Donold Heod Jomes Hendricks Rondolph Hopper Doniel Hunt John Joy Jomes Jennings r Tl HjjM ■V 1 HBP ■■M z o Ti m v5 i-rx ith £ L iti ■7 B y ' More Johnson Joseph Kelleher Michoel Kimbro Jimmie Lone Thomos Lowson Donold Ledford Cynthio Levinson Williom Lewis Roy Lingerfelt Michoel Lipcsok John Lojko Cloudio Long Megon Lynch ! i. RoymondMonn DonnyMorshburn John Motthews John Moy Jennifer McColl Morgoret McGroth Jomes McGurn I 1 1 S l Philip Mitchell JoelMonteith Douglos Moon Stephen Moore Stephen Moore Jeffrey Murgos George Newsome Eornest Osborne Morgoret Porker Williom Porker Anthony Poschol John Potterson Richord Peot Dennis Person Potricio Powell Richord Proctor Williom Roy John Richofdson Jeoneae Roberts Poul Robinsori Roger Souerborn Walter Schultz Helen Setser John Shonnon Doyce Shore Elizabeth Simons Michoel Smith Jomes Solomon •k - Hermon Speece Ronnie Spivey Dole St Denis Richord Thoyer Kisko Thompson Connie Trimble Lorry Tyndall tK i k mm ? m- ' i Corby Ulotowski Robert Wollace Cloyton Walters Michoel Webster Sondro Weinstein TeresoWiggs JohnWillioms Mary Yates Rodney Votes 200 UNDER GRAD- UATES Wf}W mk j Tommy Andrews Bios Arroyo Joseph Doncek Kothr n Dorem Detsy Brown Timothy Durke Joy Butler Sheri Compbell James Corter Charles Church Gail Clendoniel Williom Copelond Mork Crone Douglos Daniels William Doughtridge Thomos Dovidson Robert Dovison Kotherine Eberle CondoceEIWns Gomee Elliott Drenda Etherldge Kenneth Former Kevin Fitzgerold Mork Gordner Victoria Gordner Robert Green Wright Gwyn Morcio Hordy P,ebeccQ Horriett Christine Hortmon Somuel Houston Michoel Jocobs Michoel Kerkhof Abdul Kidom Motthew Klnone 201 Lynn Lorson Corolyn Lewollen Ellen Linn 0. K William Mobry David Molloy Donno Mortin Julionne May Andreo McAfee Martin Moore Lance Muse Stephen Nielsen David Osborne Bradley Owen S. r- ' I il r U ' • ■ Lewis Piner Donald Pittmon . 11 Tina Roscoe Woyne Sigrmon Amy Smith r ©, Gino Spinelle Howord Sproull Rebecca Stofan Eugene Stoots Charles Tillett Kothryn Tolley Carolyn Treece Anito Vomer Horry Watt Williom Wicks Mofk Willioms William Willingham Joe Wilhs Susan Woehfle LIBERAL ARTS Day after day in the distorting gloss of Winston HqII ' s double front door I sow myself reflected — bending, changing shape. Some tinnes I sow myself more clearly than at other times. Moving into Tomp- kins, some aspect of my- self always rose from that glassy floor, my image becoming port of the hallway. In Horrelson I never left any of myself. But I guess I took some of the place owoy with me — a chip of pastel point on the bottom of my shoe and o revived appreciation for the wonder of the circle. But even sterile, too hot too cold Horrelson was o sort of home in on academic sense for me as a Liberal Arts major, as were Winston and Tompkins. The ideas and feelings, likes and dislikes which drew me to seek the classical education were touched and expanded there. I experienced frustration, confusion and sometimes understand- ing. They were all places in which I sot through some dull and wasted courses and through some whose value cannot be expressed in two hundred words or less. Sollle Adorns Donold Addington Daniel Ahem Victorio Aiken Louis Alcomo Gregory Alexonder Terry Alford Michoel Allord Morilyn Allen Tereso Allsbrook Jihad Alsodek JuonitoAltum Kenneth Anderson Cebecco Anderson 204 Monte Dristow Kenneth Brooks 5uzonne Browne Robert Bryon John Bryont Mory Burdette Doniel Busby Noncy Combell Rebecco Copps Alice Corroll Swode Cofroll Joni Cofter Noncy Chambers Cynthio Chomblee Luther Chesnut Tereso Childress GlennieClork Lorry Clemmer John Cobb John Cobb Sondro Coffey Lorroine Cohen Duel Coone Lindo Copelond Virginio Coppndge Robert Dickens Willie Dildy Suson Doloboff Scott Doolittle Glenn Dozier Chorles Droughn Jomes Dull Sidney Dunlop John Dunn Betty Eichelberger Susan Eller Cheryl Elliott 205 Pomelo Ellis Suson Everett ' t) Km imp H Noncy Heard Richord Hedrick Jeffrey Henderson John Hicks William Hillmon Susan Hines i 1 Anito Hitcfiner i ArA Kenneth Jacobs Joseph Jomes Williom Jenkins Jinnette Johnson Koren Johnson Sidney Johnson Jl .d% Zhi AM Borry Jones Michoel Joyce Soroh Joyner Williom Joyner Sondro Korns [Robert Kelly Eugene Kendell 1 Suson Kennedy Robert Kern mlk ak ommosh Morvin Kibier Rodney Kight Jomes King Soro King 207 Beverly Leonord Cotherine Leonord Borboro Liggins Koren Little Borboro Lucos Horry Lynch Ellen Mochesney 208 f So rah Mojor f onold Moloney John Mondrono DebroMonn Covoretto Mortin Robert Mortin Melisso Mothews fi ilrifA Debro McLowhorn MoryMcLeod Claude McMullen Patricio McRimmon Decl yMeofes Joseph Memtt Peter Michenfeldef 4m Steven Minor DovidMoozed John Moore Marvin Moore BobMoseley PoincioMoseley FroncesMoye ? © P kil J lli Philip Nesbitt Henry Newton Richord Nixon Richard Nordon Charles North Jonothon Nunnery Kothleen O Neal Dole Orrell Linwood Overby Michael Park X My Tony Porks Mary Potterson Stephen Poyne Charles Peterson Williom Pleosont Albert Pleosonts Charles Poe Williom Poole Philip Porter Frank Powell Robert Regon Dovid Reitblott Albert Rhodes Gorson Rice Donold Ritter Orendo Robinson Jomieson Rodberg Kerrin Ross Judith Rowe Jomes Schofer Williom Shefte Kotherine Short Acey Smith r- i Borboro Smith Marty Smith Phyllis Smith Sheldon Smith Kothryn Southerlond Kothy Spencer Donno Stopleford Ronnie Starling Loriy Stephenson Gene Stewort Morion Stewort DillyStines Charles Stone Bobby Strickland 209 Rolph Stringer Mary Stupolsky Jomes Susong Stephen Talton Thereso Tordell Karen Taylor Mory Temple MortinWose Leslie Wetherington Claudia West Marion Wheless Arlyce White Mary White Don Williams Mk S . ' WlAl L f t Jomes Willioms Loveme Williams Rex Williams Oliver Williomson Chris Willis Edword Womble Albert Woollen Alon Young UNDER GRAD- UATES Drendo DIedsoe Norman Dolick Elizobeth Boswell Jonet Boyd Cloro Brewer Undo Brewer Ronald Bristow Lorry Bulluck John Bumgorner Jeffrey Burns 211 Robert Butler Rebecco Copps Dovid Carmen Hugh Corroll gg 4 fe Debro Clork Elizobeth Clark Noncy Clements Mory Clodfelter IS r; r7 Robert Coggins Drendo Collier PouloComby RitQConrod Avery Cooke Pomelo Cordell Williette Covington 212 Timothy Emonuel Mortin Ericson Yolondo Ezekiel Galen Ezzell Nancy Forror Gavin Farreli Michael Felts Dob Harris Cynthio Horris John Harris J Carol Hosh Pomelo Howkins Donnie Hayes Robert Hoyes Donna Hoynes Jockie Heed Thereso Heodley Richord Helms Mory Hester David Hinton Felix Hockodoy Lollo Hodges Donno Holland Mory Houston 5heilo Hunter Timothy Icord Nonzette Jormond Deborah Johnson Jerry Kirk Antonio Knox Dean Kolbinsl-(y Stephen Kutos Connie Longley Dwoin Lonier DillieLowrence fm W ' James Lee John Leonord Richard LePors Robert Lipe Goiy lip ' ,LOnib Elizabeth Little Kevin Loftin 214 DethMcColl JomesMcDoniel Orion McFodden Woyne McGillen JohnMclntyre LynnMcNoir Williom Meocham MelissoMeekins JoneMirendo Steve Moozed Wando Mobley WolUer Moffitt DonnoMoote Andrea Moron Lilo Nygoord Michoel O ' Brien Mike O ' Brien Louello Owens I Rebecco Poge Joy Porodis Brion Poren William Porker Bob Pellegrini Russell Perkins William Phelps Karen Picord Guy Pierce Corol Powell James Pridgen William Proctor Virginia Prongoy Donold Pulliom Helen Quinn Janet Quinn James Roby Julie Rondle Elveto Reid Sylvio Reinhordt Holly Renegor Janet Riggs Chorles Ritter James Robinson 215 Leslie Rodriguez Gregory Rogers Sherrie Rolond M. L Rowell Suson Rubenstein Robin Russell Suson Sosser V.irJl TeresoSoylor George Scott Suson Shorpe Jomce Sheonn iollie Shell Timothy Shermer Monlyn Shore il : xv:•V Aoron Silverman Kent Simon Cothy Skipper Joseph Sloon Jerome Smell Finette Smith Moriechen Smith John Spain Benjie Speight Morjorie Spencer Shelda Spencer Gregory Stornes Deboroh Stephens Walter Stephenson Martha Stii eleother Nicholas Strotos Mory StricklancJ Tyler Strickland Oryont Strother LuAnn Stump Shirley Suggs 216 Jean Swinney John Symons Myro Tollent KothyTotum Carolyn Toylor Lisa Taylor Suzanne Thomas GwenWolker Undo Walker JoonneWord Bradley Worren Mory Wotlington 5ylvio Wotlmgton Jennie Wotson - k i . Mm A Dennis Weothermon Michoel Weover Robert Weover Hirom Wells J Thomas Wells Cindy White Cynthia White Bloke Williams Deon Williams Gwendolyn Williams MorkWillioms Melbo Willioms Sherry Willioms Soroh Williomson 217 Deboroh Worthington Janet Wright Vickie Youngblood Robert Zerden Patrick Zimmerman PHYSICAL AND MATHEMATICAL SCIENCES I ' ve come to Withers Holl, home of the geosciences, to find some- thing solid to touch, hold, chip off Q piece of— to hug OS Q teddy beor when I ' m ofroid of the dork. The sciences that I live with— physics, chemis- try, moth— deal with the essence of creation. But after four years of digging for essences I ' ve come to Withers to find...Q cartoon that reads Vacuums, block holes, antimatter— it ' s the elusive and the intangible which appeals to me. Sometimes I sit on top of Horrelson and look at the patterns of light. Light— elusive. As I cross the causeway from Horrelson to Cox, I notice o broken window a couple of floors up— the angry expression of a victim of the microwaves. Intangible. I pass through the vaporous lobs of Dobney and Polk, watch computer cords and print- out paper being eaten and regurgitated by machinery. And I realize I can ' t find things to hold onto because there ore no things — only events. My education, too, is on event. Not a diploma or o passport to employment but a spectacular meeting in space and time between me and the world of science. tiikMkMff- 219 Hermon Lipe Gregory Livesoy Paul Love Richord MocMonus Robert Monkoff Dovid Mortin Steven Mottin James Motheson JohnMcCorley BorryMcGee Jo Corol Mclnturff Henry McMiUion Doyce Morrison MorgoretMoss W. T f Dovid Pote Jeffrey Quesenberry James Rossette Corlo Russell David Senders Robert Schlee Motthew Sfiope Michael Thompson Steven Thompson Potti Westmorelond MorkWheeless WillWillioms Connie Woodlief Sondro Worthy Dono Wright 220 ,IL ; 221 John Heib Louis Heidelmeier Morgorette Hermonson John Hobson Sodie Holmes Roymond Hopkins Richard Jorrell ir i Chofles Jones Tommye Joyce Mork Korr 7 IH| (■ ' i TtH n ' jH|. ' H ILL 1 ' JocKie Liles Williom Liles 1 . L Shoron May Woyne McGillen Pomelo Menzies Joel Mercer 5horonMisner David Moore Deboroh Norris Donno Overmon Suson Phillips Judith Porter Jomes Ralston Horold Reichordt Stocy Rhodes Paul Robinson Poul Schlegelmonn Steven Shouse Donno Sigmon Thomas Sills Tim Snider Robin L. Stricklond Ludwig Stuart Morgoret Totum W ) - Jenny Taylor Michoel Thomas Anne Tucker Michoel Walls Phyllis Worner James Way Stephen West 222 i g5 1 i Donald Whitoker John Willis Dole Wolfe Susan Wiighl TEXTILES To be Q Textiles student is to follow the separate threads of classes and lobs and afternoon cokes with Archie Bunker on the TV in the Shuttle Inn and the cleaning nnon coming in to vocuunn, drowning out Archie ' s bellowing. It is to walk through the dork corridors of Nelson Hall, over floors of worn block tiles and ancient grainy hardwood, to be suddenly overwhelnned by the window light and brilliant colors in the Yarn Lobs. WALK IN WHITE LINE— PASSAGE WAY. You take for granted a place where you spend so nnuch tinne: you get used to it and overlook its subtle beauty. Nelson Hall is a building of textures; its soys Touch Me. You con leave one wing and enter another world, yet there is on underlying connective fabric, a cohesiveness. WEAR SAFETY GOGGLES IN YELLOW LINE. Scattered images of on education coalesce and form a memory, a feeling with substance like the Jocquord Weaving Laboratory and all the little photos on varnished wood blocks, all the terrible textile puns— SUPPORTING ATHLETES. Yet your presence here has shaped lives — your own and those you touched — lives as varied as the textures you wove. Mohommed Abubokor Joseph Arey Dovid Austin M A Dologomwallo Chorles Borton Steven Blanks Jonet Borum Rolph Bost Rondy Dowers Ricky Dowers Roseonno Bradley Dernord Btyont Edwin Consler Michoel Corpenter Wesley Davis Mory Dovison Randy Delk Chorles Edgerton Susan Edwards Dovid Fonville Dovid Gbodebo 9smm 224 Aldro Greene Elton Hordy Choppell Horris Alfred Hill Cynthia Jones Cynthio Jones Dovid Jones Williom Joyner Roy Lambert Carroll Hoyle Dan Johnson Jomes Johnson Allen Lewis Patricio Maddox Timothy Mofsholl Kenneth Mortin DovidMcHone Joey McNeill Jocqulynn Moore Olin Moore Alan Overcash 3.W- a ' k Dorrell Pordue Dilly Patterson Foye Peedin Melbo Prince Jo Oeth Robertson Michoel Russell Lowrence Sowyer Koron Schrum Robert Seriff Cheryl Sirikietsoong Viro Sirikietsoong Arthur Smith Debro Smith R k Rondy Smith Charles Stewart Juiion Surratt Nelson Sweezy Everette Sykes Paul Toi Rondolph Thomas Thomos Vigorito JomesWotson Thomas White James Wiggs Daniel Wilson Donald Wilson Jomes Wilson Johnny OullucK Terry Comes Phyllis Carpenter Jenme Cose Amy Coshion Jonothon Chester Robert Fleming Undo Fuff Stephonno Gorner Dovid Griffiths v ♦ . Kim Guilbert Hofvey Ha ■it IT Sondfo Hordin Shoron Horgett Eileen Harrison Terry Hotcher Floyd Hoyes Lindo Hilton Cothy Johnson Richord Jordon Molly Joyner KothyKhon James Landreth Pomelo Morkom Jeffrey Motthews Columbus Moyo Tfiomos McClees Charles McKnigfit Glorio Miller Debro Munson Kristine Nagy 1 r — m ■ m M m • ' 1 D-Qdies ' Pock Clorisso Porker Michoel Peorce Pamela Price Kotfiryn Townsend Dokeito Vonderburg Rebecca Wogner if}: Kitty Wells Oorry Wilkie Robert Wilkinson Mork Wooten Donny Young EMPTY SPACES LEFT What hod seemed like q long, long year hod suddenly gone owoy. We were oil o little different, different then when we first drove up with our families in grossly overlooded station wogons. I wos sod os I alwoys om ot endings, when the future is uncertoin ond I think about someone else coming along to fill my place. The graffiti on my desk in my two o ' clock English doss will entertain somebody else. They ' l l probably odd o few more worts to the nose of the bold-headed man in block ink. Leaving shouldn ' t worry me too much, I don ' t suppose. I hove stayed my appointed nine months and I actually feel the need to move on somewhere else. But somehow I am worried. Leaving means more than just giving up my favorite spot by the window. It means losing a place thot I hove established os my own personal place to belong. I suppose that sounds lil e I ' m never coming bock. I am. But I ' m not coming back to the same ploce. The sights and sounds 6 tastes ond smells may be the some but I will be a little different. I will be surrounded by different people, and my environment will be slightly oltered. Physical Plant will come along and cover up all the holes they dug this year. and new holes will appear elsewhere on campus. The dorm bathrooms may get pointed again and who knows what we con expect from thot. (Fire-engine red was beyond my wildest dreams.) I will hove to readjust. For three years I hove watched the campus fill and empty, fill and empty, the population each time growing and changing like the patterns inside o kaleidoscope. Some trends and fantasies ore forever locked inside the yeor. Some music will be forever identified with this time and place. Will you ever hear The Caissons Go Rolling Along without seeing yourself done up in some form of red white, leaping from o numbered seat? Some things will chonge when we have left. But most of them won ' t. Seaboard Coast Line will still strain and shudder through at two a.m. The sun will still tickle the dewdrops on the Court of North Corolino. The tunnels will molder in their semi-darkness. Gross will hove a fighting chance to grow in our established footpaths. When fall returns so will many of us. Bock to reestablish ourselves. Back to spill into the empty spaces left by those who didn ' t come again, and the power strains on west side of Raleigh will hum with the stroin of our bustle of life, and the lights of Lee and Sullivan will signal to the world that we ore here. Articles in this section by: Daphne Homm Carol Edwords MARY TEMPLE 232 203 234 235 W r jV. 237 Each is only o chQrQcter...fronn o list ■- ' i •■ ! ■ V ■•■■ ' . • • ' . - ' a b. HK ' iflH K ■■•V. .-.• T v- .U: -. w ■ ri - - ■ • ' ' ■ ■• ;4 ■- « • ' k •• _• ■■:•. , v_- i; -- • ■ ' 208 OS limitless as oil the fanciful ideas conning and going in your head. ..like dreams in the night.. .simply another endeavor. Secure in one another ' s presence. ..we roll along the interstate. Filling up time. ..flying motionless in the night. ..Shoring dreams silly songs... Passing thoughts like oncoming headlights in the dark. ..and playing gomes inside our smiles. Dored with books.. .restless in sleep... But secure in youthful adventure. ..we ' re riding instead, just riding. Tell me, Tommy, of days gone by...and ponder our destinotion. The thoughts alwoys couple with your wandering heart to tantalize your powers of imagination. ..and with you at the wheel. ..onyploce becomes as likely as another. So with time unrolling in a ribbon of asphalt, we swollow the horizon. ..shoring dreams 6 silly songs. Appalachian mountains — spread thick with Virginian wilderness — lay wrapped in evening darkness. ..as we climbed, anxiously, towards the two. The crisp, anticipating chill of on autumn night enveloped us.. .while our steps quietly brushed aside the wild grosses covering the rock-strewn hillside (caution ' s effort to keep our presence o secret). Straining to contain your excitement in whispers, your voice revealed on ecstatic fascination for the nearly perfect combination of beauty and strength...stonding, a lifetime above us, on the hill ' s crest. Captured unmercifully in the searchlight ' s blinding beam, the splendid pair stood frozen in silence. Eyes — fixidiy gleaming at this light ' s unknown source — split the stillness of the night, ond...like the eyes of lovers.. .momentarily grasped eternity with their lingering gaze. But suddenly bolting, the white-toiled buck broke his trQnce...and with tail flashing, fled. The doe, startled into motion, swiftly turned to follow. You were running now, in eornest, towards the hills crest.-.determined to hold them in your sight...just within your reach...for a few moments more. But your frantic effort passed in vain. For the mountain wilderness swallowed them faster than even youthful strides could carry your heart. So now...the evening breeze my intimate companion...! watched you — standing alone on the ridge — search the darkened landscape for o glimpse of something, which. ..though strikingly real just moments before. ..had suddenly become only o lingering vision. For they hod vanished from the mountainside. ..Leaving you there — with only the memory of their presence remaining — amid the drumming night voices of crickets... Echoing tomorrow. ..as it perpetually calls out your name. ...Necessity finds us QgQin...struggling through this jungle of shoppers. ..grabbing for our groceries like everyone else. You — doing your best to actually be practical about something — ore clicking off price per ounce best buy jargon, while I — dutifully listening — bump graciously into grocery-stuffed, people-pushed certs with unerring consistency.. .Nice you find Klutzes so terribly entertoining, Tom. Tossing boxes of Alphe-bits Raisin Dron to me from 20 feet — your confidence In my fielding ebilities suddenly hos me concerned. ..You esk why I prefer to dodge the soiling soup cens? Then some elusive soul — blotontly interrupting your grove deliberation over this week ' s delectable menu of instant dorm room dinners — flicks a switch somewhere and instonteneously blesses ell his hectic customers with pre-toped music that pours forth from the ceiling to floet rhythmicelly eround between wolls of stocked groceries. ..inedvertently triggering e long-since-fomilier sperkle in your eyes — informing me thet your restless, seerching imeginetion is, ogain, in control. Suddenly I find myself watching Fred Astoire dance. ..waltzing quite grocefully, as he expertly guides his lovely partner across the glittering ballroom floor. Lost in the music ' s flowing motion. ..you. ..your antics. ..swept along by my laughter.. .Totally oblivious to the bewildered stares of shoppers (now hastily dodging your performance) who, apparently, con see only some boy. ..energetically bounding about ond spinning in circles, along Aisle 3 (Canned Fruits)...fondly embracing a roll of Scott poper towels. ...Good intentions. Tommy, (like great plans) certainly lead a hard life around here. ..Naturally, our academic objectives suffer foremost in the shuffle. Now I ' m no push-over, but you ' re definitely a master at this art of persuasion. ..Always wanting to run around all over creation. ..do something different todQy...sit In a tree 6 toke pictures. ..see the world. ..fool around. ..tinker on your cor, your motorcycle...go someplace, any place exciting — or at least new. If I dare think you ' ve actually settled down to study, the stereo (playing in the background) and the open textbook (before your eyes) conspire to fill your head with all sorts of wishful ideas. Trying hard to forget your student status.. .you suddenly transform yourself into a polished musicion performing with exaggerated flair 6 skill as you heortfully strain to push a soulful sexy melody from an imoginory sax. Oh well...Could try the library...but such gallont attempts usually end in playful gomes of hide 6 go seek amid the bookstacks...or poper fights across the carrels. But how could I complain? Whenever I watch your body being totally absorbed by its own youthful eagerness and your eyes radiating pure and ecstatic delight, I con only wish more people hod your talent for plucking a passing idea from on ongoing progression of thoughts and making it so strikingly real In animated performance. ...And although — at any given instant, in any given place — you may suddenly express yourself as. ..Leonard Bernstein, feverishly conducting the New York Philharmonic.Clint Eastwood, self assuredly straightening his stonce to squint his eyes in a look of cool defiance. ..or Groucho Marx, dumb jokes complete with dumb wolk, dancing eyebrows, cigar all. ..Each is only o character.. .from Q list OS limitless in number as all the fanciful ideas coming and going in your heod...like dreams in the night...And each playful performonce — spontaneous unique in itself — is simply another endeavor, another ploy, in your constant, contagious, and often desperate search for diversion entertainment in o comforting realm of light-hearted love laughter. . . while. . . ...Silver stars. ..sparkle. ..reflecting in your eyes those insatiable desires of your heart. Glistening. ..they dangle from your thoughts — as though they were chimes stirred into captivating motion by the winds of your imagination. ..compelling you forward — like the heros that thrive in the adolescence of your mind — to reach out and grasp secure the elusive aspirations of those desires. ..Even as the hond of reality — in its continual conquest against pretense — pulls them out of sight. ..beyond your reach. ..battling you with frustration. ..Until you, yourself, are ultimately caught in its perpetual progression and — as I, alone in the dork, stond powerless to hold you — are violently.. .and eternally engulfed. Time creotes its own afterlife. ..For though memories linger like homeless kittens.. .The echoes can only cease. ..when tomorrow stops calling out your name. I never believed them when they told me how mony times I would be in the Agromeck office when the sun come sneaking over the eastern horizon. I didn ' t believe them when they told me how many things would go wrong, how angry I would get, how impossible things would some- times seem, how there would never be enough money. But I found out. I wos o terrible roommate, signing my occosionol notes the phontom. I was o terrible daughter, visiting my parents once every three months if thot often — never writing, rarely calling. I wos a terrible girlfriend, always ranting and roving about this ond that, yelling ond screaming. But I learned o lot. I leorned o lot about myself ond compromise. I learned that dreams ore always trimmed ond shaped, sometimes even bruised ond battered in the process of creating reality. I learned that ideos must be communicated, then filtered, redefined ond executed through the talents of others, thot I couldn ' t do it oil ond that sometimes I couldn ' t get other people to do it either. I guess I leorned, too, how much I love this crozy place ond the people who olwoys held me up, filling In my weak spots, supporting me when the bottom seemed to drop out. Thanks to Dlone Payne and Susan Gohogon for olwoys putting up with my fioscos, to Doug, Horry ond Martin for being the experts I needed when I needed them and especlolly to MIchoel for believing In me. — Daphne Homm