St Andrews Presbyterian College - Lamp and Shield / Bagpipe Yearbook (Laurinburg, NC)

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I 1968 was a year of unprecedented growth for St. Andrews. The students and administration wrestled with problems that seemed to inevitably center around responsibility vs. rules, and for the most part the seekers of freedom prevailed. That they did is in manv cases due to the fact that the Deans of Students also believed that responsible freedom is a far better thing than a set of regulations. It is difficult to realize the constant ten- sion a dean must feel; Roger Decker is the only link the students have with the administration, yet directly an- swerable to the administration for every judgement he makes. When the students desire responsibility, the deans in turn have to bear that re- sponsibility with the administration. Sharing the headaches with Dean Decker is her Grace, Dean Over- holser, and Dr. Doris Hewitt, St. An- drews ' new guidance counselor, who with unending faith and eternal op- timism have been supremely instru- mental in effecting St. Andrews ' shift from in loco parentis adolescence to responsible maturity. ; ' Top: Dean Roger Decker; Left: Dr. Doris Hewitt; Right: Grace Overholser.

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mmam Hi Having tasted the delights of four years of C C, a century of basic sci- ence labs and countless other aca- demic mind-blowers, the SA student eventually begins to wonder just who is the guiding hand behind all this agony. Meet Dean Robert F. David- son, Dean of the College, the Big D. He is to be seen everywhere, whether dining with students in the cafeteria, striding across the causewalk with tie flapping in the breeze, or across the desk upon which your D notice rests. The Dean bears the ultimate respon- sibility for the academic concerns of the college and accordingly is vitally interested in the academic progress or lack of same for each student. 20

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wmmmMBBSBummMmmsmmmai Mr. Alan Atwell and Miss Mary McNeil. Before any of this four year trip to the Country Club of the South can take hold of you, there is a major stumbling block to be hurdled; it is called the admissions office. It is for the benefit of these gentlemen that vou produced so much sweat for those A ' s and B ' s all through the sunshine days of high school. You sent off your application, sealed with a kiss and a 15 dollar fee, and laid out your very selfhood for judgment. From that moment on, your fate was in their hands. Sitting in council late into the frosty nights of a Laurinburg winter, these people — Alan G. Atwell, Mary W. McNeil, and Charles E. Parrish — had to decide if you were the type of person that would genuinely benefit from the St. Andrews experience, and, in fact, if St. Andrews would benefit from your presence here. Once that decision was made and the notice in the mail, the choice once again rested with you. ■HH Mrs. McKinnon