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HOUSTONIAN staff, top to bottom: Beth Janes, activities editor—an artist, comedienne, and true pal in one small package. Tony Turbeville, a talented sports
photographer who is in favor of a track-filled yearbook. Don Brady, the photographer who kept us all in stitches and who threatened to quit twice a day but
would have missed the money and the laughs too much. Marilyn Berry, who
stepped into the newly-created Greek editor's position and worked with the
patience of Job. King Wong, photo editor—a real prince whose efficiency was
next to perfect and whose great sense of humor remains unmatched. Jane
Whitaker, associate editor (who also whipped out the Colleges section)—a girl
of unbelievable ability who has been a faithful staffer and friend. She is
directly responsible for much of the quality of this book. Rocky Davis, a chic, refined
girl who has allowed her good taste to be reflected through her editorship of the
honors section.
ENDWORD
I suppose one could attach many symbolic meanings
to the picture at the left. One could believe that I, as
editor, played the part this year of a type of foreman and
that I manipulated my staff as efficiently as an operator
could manipulate this crane. Or you could even say that
our presence on this machinery indicates our desire for
the HOUSTONIAN to reach greater heights. Actually,
the truth is that this seemed a fun thing to do and made
for a different type picture of a group of real tradition-
breakers !
I say tradition-breakers for several reasons: First, unlike
past years, there was not one bridge game in the HOUSTONIAN office, nor did the staff spend hours at the
nearby Al.
Secondly, staff members actually WORKED; nobody
ever had to stay up all night, and grade averages did not
really suffer as severely as tradition would have it.
Thirdly, and probably the most heinous of crimes—all
deadlines were met ON TIME. They were not, naturally,
met without a little blood, sweat, and shouting of angry
oaths in a new language born in the HOUSTONIAN office
called Houstonese.
One tradition, however, that I personally could not
break was that of becoming close to and dependent upon
many fine people. I've learned worlds this year and have
had some marvelous times with the associates that I've
come to know so well. It would, therefore, be selfish of
me not to acknowledge them in this editorial.
Thanks of course, to that motley group at left, plus my
sports editor, Pete Maroney, a fellow with myriads of
talent; Linda White, administration editor, a tremendous
worker; and Betty Williford, who shared Linda's job and
did outstandingly well.
Mr. Ross Strader, student publications advisor, and
D-Eon Priest of Taylor Publishing have been my cry-
towels this year. Both exercised a lot of tolerance with me
and often had my questions answered before they had
been asked. Thanks, millions to them.
The student publications business office has once again
proved itself infallible, thanks to Mrs. Isabel Vestal, Mrs.
Bernice Schuberth, and Joan Vadell.
In the photographic area, commendation is in order
for such contributing photographers as Bob Robinson,
Larry Lothringer, Dud Fagin, John Daigle, and Fred
Schultze. The photog, however, to whom I owe most of
this book's success is the world's greatest color photographer, Ray Blackstone.
My heartfelt thanks also goes to the faculty and administration and to my ex-roomie who helped so much in
the waning days of the deadline; and of course, to my
understanding friends and parents.
So there you have it, a cliche bit that we'll call the
endword, finale, acknowledgement, or what have you. It
is the culmination of my heartfelt thanks along with my
expression of relief that the book is finally completed. One
last thought:
If you have enjoyed the 1965 HOUSTONIAN, then my
tired eyes and prematurely-graying hair are not for naught. |
