Oglethorpe University - Yamacraw Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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Something told me Mac was here. Maybe it was the soaring Old World archi- tecture. Maybe it was the red spray paint that said, ' Mac Was Here. ' CD O i CD

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Waray had been visiting all the places famous for Gothicism. I came to the last stub, anxiously reading its message Destination: Atlanta, Gee- A. I decided to pack my bags and head out after him. I don ' t like to think about what came next as I began my search for my old partner, Mac. False lead fol- lowed false lead. Red herring fol- lowed red herring. Hope had begun to flicker like a cheap light bulb in a moldy socket. That ' s when I came across this place. There it was, nestled off by it- self between Burger King and the Nut place . . . They called it Oglethorpe, but it had Waray written all over it (some other graffiti, too, but that ' s beside the point). I knew immediate- ly that something was seriously pe- culiar here ... It was a university where no university had the right to be— in the suburbs. Something told me Mac was here. Maybe it was the soaring Old World architecture. May- be it was the red spray paint that said, Mac Was Here. I had to find out where he was — what he was do- ing in this place named O.U. The tough-looking guardhouse and spiked iron fence told me that my search wouldn ' t be easy. 1 had the strange suspicion I was being watched, but I couldn ' t tell exactly why. Chalking it up to nerves, or to the Steak and Cheese Burrito I had had for lunch, 1 decided that the only thing to do was to register as a typi- cal student— it was the only way to get past those iron gates and those intimidating guards. [? JiggM-« S! w w s w w» ■ gag j {l!

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' ! was soon to discover why they called it the Last Chance Cafe. »» ' «iui5! ' ' It was called The Bookstore. I found everything I needed there ex- cept a P.I. dis- count.