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When y0u receive this yearbook you will he nearing the end_of. another school year, aqd when you reaeh this page in . your · yearbook, you will he neari·ng the end of another ARROW. This book is nqt the fruit of one person's labor, but it is the result of the efforts of a gtoup of people. It is the culmination of a- combined operation 'by which the 1 956 ARROW was· brought into being. There's Phil, who always took time to pause in his virtually endless copywriting to help someone else. He's the one who sacrificed week-night study hours and Friday night dates to bring you readable copy. Without his dogged determination, encouragement, humorous comments, and unfailing ideas, we could never have made it. His blaring radio, often supplemented by off key gargling, and his incessant demand to "Shut the door!" kept the annual office lively even when we weren't. Dene seems to hav� developed a perpetual squint and that's understandable when you realize he hasn't seen daylight since final deadlines began. Like most of us, his working hours were around the clock, since he demanded the utmost in perfection. We'll always re member him risking life and limb while teetering on the basketball goal, trying to get the "right kind of shot" for section pages. Ernie is still limping, and who wouldn't be after hitting every solvent merchant in town in an effort to convince them that advertising in the ARROW is not just a charity but a worthy investment. He ·also devel oped quite a case of writer's cramp as he endeavored to reach pastors over the zone and secure their adver tisements. Of course, I'm here too, putting the ARROW to bed-I only wish it were me- ( in bed, that is ) . After eight months of my own concentrated effort ,.coupled 248
with trying to keep the others calm and at work, I'm enjoying one last dramatic moment in this, our last all-night session. Tickling the memory bone, a l t h o u gh it was far from funny at the time, we now laugh to remember the time Dene dropped a bottle and broke the bottom from the film-washing sink-just when we really needed it. As a result of carelessness on the part of the editor and photographer, there was also the time we had to make innumerable long distance telephone calls in order to get a picture of a certain chapel speaker. Unforgettable is the sinking-stomach-feeling we felt when we realized that we had no football team pic tures and a deadline was only two days away. Endless are the hectic situations, such as the editor amputating the end of her finger while cropping pictures-dis abling her for that job for quite some time. Disturbing was Phil's five day vacation to California when copy was needed by the ton, and frightening was Dene's re port of the strobe unit's failure in the middle of the junior lyceum. But, needless to say, we survived it all. However, we couldn't have done it without the assistance of our sponsor, Mrs. Lundy, who always knew the right advice to give ( whether we took it or not ) and she always knew the perfect way to fill unexpected gaps. Special thanks also goes to Retta at the publishers for her patience while we learned this business of putting out a yearbook; Mr. Owen arrd Mr. Curtis who were always so good humored in spite of our last minute demands for needed pictures; our advertisers for their wonderful cooperation in helping to finance the ARROW; Don for working so faithfully on the art work for the ads; the staff for its cooperation and willingness to pitch in at a moment's notice; our friends for their suggestions, practical and otherwise. Well, it looks as though the end we thought would never come is already here. It has certainly been a privi lege and a pleasure to edit the ' 56 ARROW. In behalf of the staff, let me say that I sincerely hope it has caught the spirit, friendships, and memorable activities of an outstanding and u n f o r g e t t a b l e school year at B.N.C.