Seniors 'The lights are so bright, I can't even see the people, " I whispered to David Wall, assistant editor of the Petit Jean. "I wish I could see them, instead of them seeing me." I was a little nervous to be on the Benson stage with nothing to do but stand. So, as I often do under pressure, I let my mind wander to other times. My thoughts turned to a night late in the fall semester. As we opened the door to darkness, Suzanne Johnston, my notso-fearless editor, muttered a threat to the person responsible for turning out the lights and shoved me into the black hallway - first. Being a natural-born coward, I already trembled at the thought of being in the empty student center at 1 a.m. and facing the unknown evils lurking in the darkened second floor struck terror in my heart. With the same thoughts flashing through my mind as those that I recall as a five year old diving the five feet from the light switch, across the sudden darkness, to the safety of my bed, I lunged for the Petit Jean office door. The door was locked and I immediately decided that the Ladies room wouldn't be such a bad place to spend the remainder of the night. Before I could inform Suzanne of my plans to retreat, someone at the door decided I should stay and grabbed my leg. I've never moved that fast in my life - I screamed and dove for the stairway door, taking Suzanne down with me. Suddenly the lights came on and Scottie Collins, editor of the students' section and former friend of mine, found the sight of Suzanne and me sprawled on the floor quite hilarious - I didn't laugh. Still a little shaky from the Scottie-incident, I resumed working on my section of the book. Nancy Thompson, editor of organizations, sat across the room from me bUSily working on her section, and for almost 10 minutes there had been complete silence between us - probably a record for us both. The silence, which had become almost intolerable for me, was broken by a scream. It Cheryl Hulett INnnis - Newport , AR. Home Economics . Zeta Phi; Arkansas Home Economics Associa tion; Campaigns, International; Dietetics; Harding Student Nurses Association; JOY. Cynth i:;o Monette Dennis - Memphis, TN. Office Systems . Shant ih; Dean's List; Phi Beta Lambda ; Resident Assistant. Robbie j~" INr:;omus - Cary, NC. Accounting. Wayne Allen Dickerson - South Point. OH . Bible Timothy Wayne Dill - North Manchester, IN. Accounting. Transfer from Michigan Christian College. Alpha Tau Epsilon; American Studies; Belles and Beaux ; Big Brothers; Chorale; SA Spiritual Ufe Committee; SA Student Activities Committee; VISA Admissions Group. Glenn Lee Dillard - Tempe, AZ. Marhting. Chi Sigma Alpha; A Cappella; Band, concert , marching, stage: Belles and Beaux; Senior Class treas .; Phi Beta Lambda; Society for the Advancement of Mangement, v. pres.; Troubadors: Who's Who . je5Sft IN~ Di,mukes - DeSoto, MO. Bible. Campaigns, International; College Republicans; Harding University in Aorence; Student Speech and Hearing Association; Timothy Club . Rebecc:;o Ann Dockery - Fayetteville, AH . Elementary Education . Beta Tau Gamma. pres. , tn'as .; Alpha Chi; Art Guild; Dean's list; JOY; Kappa Delta Pi; May Queen Attendant; SA Special Projects Committee; Student Nationa l Education Association. Carlan Roy Dodson - Oklahoma City, OK. Marketing. Alpha Gamma Omega. v. pres.; American Studies; Dean 's list; Society for the Advancement of Management J. Todd Donohue - Jonesboro. AR. Biology. Dean's List; Football ; Pte-Med Club . 134 Seniors was not a scream of frustration, which is often heard in the office the night before deadline, nor was it a shout of triumph like I vaguely remember hearing in the office once last year, but it was a bloodcurdling, horror-movie scream. A second scream inharmoniously joined the first as Jonna Conrad stepped out of the editor's inneroffice and saw the sight which held me paralyzed. Towering over Nancy with an ax held high above his head was a man with a green stocking pulled over his face. The screams were soon drowned by the laughter of Kyle Beaty, Student Association president, and his elves. Bored with decorating for Christmas, they had decided to liven up a long night with one of their mild-mannered visits. Almost immediately Nancy decided to call it a night and headed for Shore's Chapel to catch a couple hours of sleep. (Little did she know she would be responsible for Delta's holding a devotional in the hallway the next morning.) Suzanne stumbled over Risa Beckloff, a member of the staff, and me the next morning as she headed sleepily for the door of the inner-office. "Who in the world is banging on the door?" Risa mumbled as she rolled over to cover her head, and I burrowed deeper under my quilt. But when the door opened and the smell of fresh doughnuts reached us, we both found it surprisingly easy to get up after only two hours of sleep. We all blessed John Radcliffe, head photographer, as he sat down at the corner counter of the main office to open the doughnuts he had brought. Admittedly, the chairs in the office have a tendency to be rather unreliable, but we were quite surprised when John fell over the back of his. It was almost as if he dove over the back. However, we soon understood when Allen Greenhaw, editor of the index, quit laughing long enough to raise off the makeshift bed under the counter. The situation was even funnier when Homer Lloyd, custodian of the student center, walked in and told us that someone had 'stolen' the pew cushions from Shore's chapel according to H.U.P.D. Homer laughed, too, when he returned them, but we never told security. After finishing off the doughnuts, Suzanne, Risa, and I, a little embarassed about our early morning appearence, crept out the backw3Y of the student center. Michael Kelly, editor of the life section, drove us to the print shop to drop off the last copy to be typeset. Then, after honking at every person awake at 8 a.m. on a Saturday and forcing us to cower in the floor of his car, he dropped us off at our rooms. As I walked in, my roomate, Carla, laughed in a sympathizing way and asked, as she often did, "Why do ya'll do it1" As I headed for the shower I simply shrugged as an answer, not knowing what else to say ... As my eyes adjusted to the bright lights, 1 began to look for Carla in the audience. I wanted to tell her that now I knew why; when I found her I knew that she already had realized what I had never been able to explain. " - Karen Roseberry
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