South Carolina State University - Bulldog Yearbook (Orangeburg, SC)

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CONTENTS Prologue Campus Administration Administrative Personnel Students Academics Organizations College Events Queens Athletics Advertising and Index Epilogue THE 1967 BULLDOG OF SOUTH CAROLINA STATE COLLEGE ORANGEBURG, SOUTH CAROLINA STAFF ® Delores A. Wilson, Editor-in-Chief ® Herculee Gathers, Associate Editor ¢ Handy Johnson, Business Manager ¢ Anita Guinyard, Feature Editor Rh Ca Gamblews)| yeoportsmt ditor ® Rosa B. Davis, Assistant Circulation Manager e@ Ella Hammond, Assistant Circulation Manager ¢ Christine Mallett, Advertising Manager ¢ Evelyn Wilson, Typist ¢ Janet Funderburk, Typist e Mr. Ira B. Davis, Coordinator ¢ Mr. Cecil Williams, Photographer ee lihes Rai a bryany Co:,) Columbia,.5..C. Publishers.

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Prologue Time marches on, and the academic year of 1966-67 has become history. But for you, its major events have been recorded in this book, the BULLDOG. The year 1966-67—what was it like? It was like no other year. There were the incidents. There was registra- tion. Who can forget it! State beat Florida at the first football game. What a thrill! State beat them again at the first basketball game. Goodness gracious! There was the anxiety when the probation and failure rumors were being circulated. Was your name on the list? There was the engagement ring tenderly and lovingly slipped on the finger or be promises Cay and cruelly broken. Yes, yes, there were incidents. There were the places. There was that room in Turner Hall where that important examination was flunked, or the lab in Hodge where the experiment that had baffled every- one else was performed. There was White Hall Auditorium where you spent many an hour against your will or the Student Center where you spent many hours and loved every one. There was that special bench on Center Court, that nook in the library, or that certain hide-a-way on campus. Indeed there were places, some of them having a special meaning to you. But most of all there were faces, many faces. Faces of teachers, students, friends, enemies. And there was that special face, THE face. Where now are th ese faces; where now is THE face? In the silence of the day, in the stillness of the night, as the rain patters on the window pane, when magnolia enfolds you like a blanket of dew, reach for the BULLDOG, turn its pages, and you will again be in the places and with the faces you knew in 1966-67. Only in this way can you stop the march of time.