Pepperdine University - Promenade Yearbook (Malibu, CA)

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 I. Mandatory convoca-Uoii on Monday morning finds students listening (or not listening) with varied degrees of Interest. 2. The I. .A. Times keeps I. isa Poo and Toni McCullo well informed. 3. Chuck I. ong mans the all-important switchboard. 4. The mnllroom worker pauses from stuffing tin-mailboxes to glance at a pretty postcard. 5. On the coast of Malibu, Server College is in “almost rural isolation. 6. Sharing the phone with a friend is easier than fighting over it. It

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17 I. Levi's 501 are a staple in everyone' wardrobe . 2. Ijts. Henderson and Melody Thomas mode I Ihc COlIeglatr “Prep Look and Cashi Look.” 3. A regular at Trancu uses Uw donee floor to fashion I be latest In rod-wean skin-tight leopard pants. 4X rey Rambert and companion both fend off the rays with Vuomet sunglasses. 5. Music addicts wear their Walkman everywhere, whether In conversation or study. 6. Halloween brings out the best in men’ fashions.

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Wejieed more than The Graphic to keep us LUPcLlWUL’ i R ise by 9 a.m.. be lo school by 10 a.m., finish by 1 p.m. This was Camp Pepperdine and we offered surfing, swimming and suntanning along with our regular curriculum. No. it is not a joke and it is not utopia, but it comes pretty darn close. Oh sure, occasionally we had fog instead of sunshine, but not too often. Pepperdine is a world unto itself and as such, has some very unique characteristics. For one thing, communication with the outside world is extremely limited. Dr. Robert Thomas, of the Western Association of Schools and Colleges (WASC), noted when he visited the campus in November that we are in almost rural isolation. The greatest problem with this, Thomas said, was the loss of cultural experience. Indeed, up on this hill, we tended to forget that a world other than one made up of classes, clothes and cars exists. Our lifeline to the outside was attached directly to the U.S. Postal Service. Dutifully we wrote home to tell of our adventures. Hungrily, we checked the mailboxes two, even three times a day. hoping that the mail staff had overlooked the little envelope that contained a check from Dad Then there was the telephone, our quick connection to reality. But when it didn't cause war between roommates, it was probably out of order. And General Telephone still did not have the best service record. One phone was disconnected twice in five days, two days after being hooked up That wasn't unusual. A far cry from the broiling issues of the 60s. the main political questions to reach our hilltop perch were who would win the freshman class president election run-offs or if the Student Government Association (SGA) would continue to cover students' bounced checks. Things of great worldwide significance did not really affect us here. The majority of students got the news days after the event happened. (Who's California's new governor? What? Brezhnev died?) Those who set aside an hour to watch the evening news were certainly in the minority. unless they had to keep up with current affairs for a poly sci class. Still, for the first few weeks of school, the Los Angeles Times was sold out before 9 a.m. Only the early risers got the news, until the Times realized college market potential and worked out a delivery system both to Latigo and the dorms. This year, no matter where we lived, we could get the news on our figurative doormat. That is. if we ordered it. But who had time to read a paper when the stack of books awaiting us grew at an astounding rate? They told us there was war in the Middle Fast, but we just worried about how our hair would react in the fog. They kept telling us that three-quarters of the world was starving but our major worry was whether Saga food was going to make us fat. Some more fortunate students had the option of television. Unfortunately, too many conceptions of news were derived from the soaps or game shows. The TV room was a popular stopping place on the way to the cafeteria or mailroom. Mostly, the soaps were on; sometimes there were sports: and sometimes, even news. Then there were radios always blaring. But with the reception in Malibu being as poor as it is. we could only tune into a few rock stations, the kind that broadcast less than five minutes of spot news on the hour. Where did we get our information? Well, weekly convocation was a great opportunity to catch up on all the gossip from the weekend. The plaza was always full of posters. There were also the school radio and TV stations. (If only we could watch the TV down at Latigo.) Flyers kept us pretty well informed about the social events of the week. And if, by chance, we missed an announcement from all these sources, there was always the school bulletin. The Daily Waves. Our world rotated around classes, jobs and playing, we studied theories often—reality rarely; our time was measured in weeks and trimesters. We were on a four-year vacation at Camp Pepperdine. Actually, it was great. —by Jennifer Messier CmmMHUtduH, ft