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Gene Martin President Verlin Anthony Vice-President Angie Miller Secretary Joyce Moore ------------------------Treasurer Marshall Pryor Student Council Representative Wales Lankford Chaplain Dr. Don Beaver Sponsor ____________________________
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Class p rexy Gene Martin and Secretary Angie Miller do their part in setting the mood at the Senior Beatnik Party.
Class of 1960 Bid Farewell With unrelenting crescendo, the symphony of a life replete with melodic progression hastens to its finale. And a friendship that is ours to share, with its 'largos' and 'allegros' moves everlasting; onward in sweet memories. . . . and sweet are the memories! Much like wide-eyed children in a world new and beguiling, we came from everywhere to Bethany Nazarene College. That was four years ago. With each unloaded suitcase, we brought dreams, great hopes, and looming expectations. Some of these have changed, some have been shattered perhaps, but a great number of these, our visions, have become realities. Without effort there has grown a bond of fellow ship which time and space will not soon sever. Friend ships have been formed which shall last to eternity. Together we have lived this priceless era of our lives together we have shared its duties and rewards, its anxieties and its joys. . . . and sweet are the memories! Who can forget the bugle call at 5 :00 a.m. on initiation morn ing? And we will always "remember Paris" -the side walk cafes, at least-at our Freshman Banquet. Rain and mud and fun equaled the Sophomore Spaghetti Supper. Then the Echo Tournament that year found us yelling our lungs out. We finally won by one point! There was the Sophomore outing, with sore muscles, full stomachs, and never-to-he forgotten fun.
Junior year came and college was no longer just a game for us. It had become serious work. But we had time for fun. \Ve laughed and stuffed at the Fall Steak-fry. The highlight of the year came when we played host to the seniors at the Skirvin Towers for a "Nocturnal Interlude." It was an interlude of beauty and warm fellowship. ' Came '59 and we were back. Things looked different to us this year. We stood rather awe-struck in the registration lines, realizing that this was our last go-round. And it had come so quickly! At our "Beatnik" Steak-fry we tried escapism for an evening. Time flew for us with the Junior-Senior Party, at which we played our last inter-class basket ball game. Then quickly followed the Senior Trip at Lake Murray and the Junior-Senior Banquet. Each year's activity was spiced with our apnual Christmas Tea at the home of our sponsors, Dr. and Mrs. Beaver. And here we are! Our hands will soon be clutching an ivy ring, and then a degree. We have changed from apprehensive "kids" to confident and capable young men and women with a waiting future. Much like one of God's rosebuds our class has grown. With the l ight, sustenance, and efficient care we have received while here, it has opened into full bloom. Now it stands ready to scatter its seed upon the winds. Where we go, what we do, and how we influence our world remains unwritten. 51