Temple University - Templar Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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At top is a collage of the year ' s record albums and magazine covers. Another B-52 ' s fan stands in McGonigle Hall waiting for Translator, the warm-up band, to come on stage. One of the fads that continued from last year was walk- mans. Students were tuning out their classes and tuning in their favorite music. Fads and Fashions 25

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Students in style II Life in a big city proves exciting because of the diversity seen in its culture and people. A big city campus is a perfect barometer of trends. It is a well known fact that no two students on Temple ' s cam- pus look alike. Two of the biggest trends in looks this year were the punk rock image and the Flash- dance style. Punkers sported leather everything, spiked brace- lets, and dyed hair, which some- times stood straight up in the air. Punks could be seen walking on campus wearing pre-fifties sun- glasses and even an occasional mini-skirt. Meanwhile many stu- dents let ' er rip with the style worn by Jennifer Beales in the movie Flashdance. This look was a combination of ripped sweat- shirts, exposed shoulders, leotards and legwarmers. Some students fashioned hats of all colors and types, and many others kept their ears warm last winter with ear- muffs. The wet weather brought a resurgence of duck shoes. Other fashions of the year included polo shirts by Ralph Lauren and mili- tary fatigues. Fashion carried over into the mu- sic business. Michael Jackson, with his glittery sequins and pink legwarmers, was the big name in entertainment. Jackson produced such hits as Beat It, Billy Jean, and Thriller. It was the year of videos, with fans tuning in to M-TV to watch Sexy and 17, by the Stray Cats; Every Breath You Take, by the Police; Mani- ac, by Michael Sembello; Our House, by Madness; and She Works Hard for the Money, by Donna Summer. Boy George was the newcomer of the year. Many students went to movies for entertainment. Most of the hits were released at the end of the year. These hits included Terms of Endearment, The Big Chill, Gorky Park, and Yentl. Flash- dance and Trading Places were the hits that carried over from the summer. On television General Hospital held its place as the number one soap opera. Students jammed into the SAC television room to watch Laura return on Nov. 28, at three minutes of four. Television movies covered issues ranging from incest, Something About Amelia, to nuclear disas- ter, The Day After. Everyone repeated the Wendy ' s commercial in which a little old lady opens a big bun on a hamburger and shouts, Where ' s the beef? When the commercials became boring and people could not find any- thing on television or in the mov- ies, they simply switched over to cable. If viewers wanted to see two things at the same time, they sim- ply taped one show on their Video Cassette Recorder (VCR). Computers were all the fashion last year; the computer craze continued. Students were even buying their own computers. One of the horrible fads of the year was cracking computers , people, of- ten teenagers, would break into a computer system and wreak hav- oc. On the popular book scene, Ste- phen King thrillers topped the reading lists, and Jane Fonda ' s workout book could be found in many backpacks. Students buried their noses in Truly Tastless Jokes I And II. Another offshoot of the movie Flashdance was break dancing. Teenagers practiced break danc- ing, spinning on their heads, backs, and shoulders, in the gym and on the streets and sidewalks. The younger generation collected and traded stickers. Kids of all ages fought for and bought the biggest fad of the year — Cabbage Patch Kids, dolls that came with adoption papers. If a person ' s Cabbage Patch Kid was destroyed or murdered, a death certificate was issued. Half of the show at the B-52 ' s concert was the audience. Two punkers wait for the show to begin. One of the year ' s biggest movies, Flashdance, played at the SAC Cinema Jan. 30, 31 and Feb. 1. 24 Fads and Fashions I KMWtnrnn

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Food for thought: Portrait of a teenage food-aholic As I walk up the subway steps every morning, my nostrils delight in the aroma of Roy Rogers ' breakfast. As I make my way down Montgomery Ave- nue, eggs and bacon fry on the grills of the multi-colored trucks. Bagels . . . cof- fee . . . sausage . . . english muffins . . . they all tempt me, but I resist. As I enter SAC, my eyes immediately dart to the Pre-Law Society ' s Donut Sale. I close my eyes, hold my breath, and walk by fast. Again, I am caught up in breakfast smells — this time drifting out of Hardee ' s. I quickly dash up the back stairs and safely into the yearbook office. I silent- ly meditate, preparing myself for my next class. I have to walk past the ven- dor ' s pad on 13th St. Just when I think I am ready, a wave of hunger overcomes me. I wait. It subsides. I walk down the stairs of SAC to the ground floor to avoid Hardee ' s. Re- membering that I need graph paper for my economics class, I stop in the book- store. Before I can get through the turn- sti les, my body is drawn to the food counter. Candy bars . . . popcorn . . . sunflower seeds . . . soda . . . chewy granola . . . they all call my name. I run out the door. Right before I leave SAC, I take a deep breath. As I walk up the steps, I ' m con- fronted with it — that conglomeration of smells — everything from eggrolls to enchiladas, souvlaki to salad, fried chicken to chicken curry, and pizza to pastrami. They are all there — the yel- low truck, the green, the red, the Chi- nese trucks, the Mexican trucks, the hot dog stands, the pizza trucks and the pretzel ladies. I hold my breath and try to think about my first class in Annenberg Hall. I get to class a little late and have to take the last seat. The guy on my right is de- vouring an apple, the girl on my left is munching a tuna salad on wheat with lettuce and tomato, and my professor is sipping on a cup of coffee. It is a warm day, and the windows are open. The smell of the mobile cuisines seeps into the room. After a seemingly endless time, class is over. I quake, real- izing that it is lunchtime. Gaining my composure, I decide to walk Broad Street to avoid the vendor-lined 13 Street. Mistake! I am greeted by the golden arches, Blimpie ' s, Owl ' s Nest, New Station, Wendy ' s, and again, Roy ' s. It ' s useless, I think to myself. Losing total self-control, I rush from truck to restaurant to stand to machine. With thirty-six bags filled with fried rice, cheese steaks with everything, pretzels with mustard, chilidogs, pizza, roast beef specials, cinnamin-raisin bagels, M M ' s, ice cream, salad . . . I know that I have a problem. Admit- ting it is half the battle. Yes ... I am a food-aholic. Some students can ' t get through the day without one of Philadelphia ' s famous pretzels. Above, students ine up at Dottie and Josie ' s pretzel stand. Watcha havin ' , baby? is a common expression of many vendors. 26 Food