Union University - Lest We Forget Yearbook (Jackson, TN)

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Here I am in the world of challenges, victories and defeats that they told me about. Yet I find my- self going back often to the memories of college and the days we spent there. I remember as I sat dejectedly on that old swing on the day I arrived at college.The autumn leaves had a friendly smell, but they could not smile at me or give me those welcome words I longed to hear. I just swung back and forth and wondered if I would ever find a friend. There she was— sitting in the swing— alone. I wondered if she were thinking of me. You know, spring sometimes makes the heart do strange things. Maybe as she stared, I thought, and swung back and forth, she was remembering those special moments with me. I wonder if she still remembers those times now. Yes, that old-fashioned porch swing at Crook Hall. There we were that one fall afternoon. The breeze was chilly as we swung back and forth. But we didn ' t feel the coldness. Instead we felt each other ' s warmth. We were happy. Not much action in summer school, as I remem- ber. Had a lot of free time all to myself. I used to go over to the Student Activities Building and play a game of pool every now and then. But I usually went to Crook Hall and swung— back and forth, back and forth. That was really my focal point on campus.

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Everyone was sports-minded in the good old days. Yeh, rah, this — Yeh, rah, that! Go team! Remember the baseball team? When spring came they were off on a southern road trip — often a somewhat soggy disaster — but they always came home to Death Valley and their friends. I still recall the guy in my 2:00 o ' clock MWF. He kept sneaking out in order to get to the game to open the popcorn stand. When the bell sounded, the remaining members of the class left — some rushing to the game, some going to another class, and some just goofing off. Winter brought basketball and more Yeh, Rah! The question just occurred to me, Whatever happened to the bulldog mascot, Gracie? The Union fieldhouse was alive even when the mighty Bulldogs were not on the court. From September to June there was constant action to be found in intra- mural sports — badminton, volleyball, basketball, ping pong, shuffleboard, boywatching for the girls, girlwatch- ing for the boys. Everyone could play one sport or another so it seemed. Those who couldn ' t found entertainment on the sidelines. i « Z ' - ' t .y,-:.