Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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Sunlight — we had given up all hope of seeing it again — peeps through the clouds to view the wreckage Hazel left behind her visit. overcast with the grayness of dusk. The West Cam- pus ((uadiangles echo with the sound of hammering, sawing, and shouted criticisms. Each dorm is l)usily constructing a display for Homecoming. The gloom of the atmosphere has not pervaded the spirit of the workers. The image of a shiny gold trophy is in the mind of each man. The wind, which began as an unusually brisk breeze, grows steadily stronger. Soon it becomes apparent that no ordinary shower is brew ing. Still, who would imagine that Durham is about to wit- ness a hurricane? Hurricanes happen only in Florida. In the earlv afternoon rain begins to pelt the campus. Activity ceases as students retreat to the warm indoors. The wind is raging. Sturdy trees bend like toothpicks. During a momentary slack a figure darts across the campus. HAZEL ' s fury returns. Trees snap and fall. Car owners shudder as they watch from the dormitory windows. Hur- ricane HAZEL, which was only a remote column One forlorn soul left to Hazel ' s mercy, as the rest of Duke campus watched the big excitement of the year from safer vantage points. in yesterday ' s newspaper, has intruded upon the noincconiing lcsti ilics as an uninvilcd guest. By early evening the storm has been reduced to a melancholy drizzle. Life returns to the cam- pus as figures wrapped in raincoats survey the damage. The inspiring beauty of the campus has been ravaged. Landmarks, such as the big tree at the West Campus bus slop, no longer stand. How can the Homecoming Show and Pep Rally proceed? Sadly, students reflect that the rally was to have been nationally broadcast. Rememl)ering the elaborate plans for the out-of-doors show, they gaze at the (juadrangle, which is now a soggy swamp. There are, however, certain determined indi- viduals who will not be cheated of the week end entertainment. Some are busily covering the floor of the indoor stadium with large strips of brown paper. Others are setting up rows of metal chairs. A stage, like the one used for the Shoe ' n ' Slijiper concert, has Ijeen raised. Word is spread that the show will run as scheduled. On East the candi- dates for Homecoming Queen hurriedly press formals, borrow jewelry from their roommates and remove the pin curls from their hair. They eat Hurricanes bring the strangest phenomena! East Campus equipped itself with jeans and brooms and cleaned up Hozel ' s mess on its own. 15

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hasty dinners and dasli Vi est lor the production. . . . It is 8 p.m. A co-ed settles on lier l)ed and opens the psyth l)ook to the chapter on I.Q. Her room- mate sits at the desk typing a paper. Suddenly, they are holli conscious of a dull roar outside. It grows steadily louder until individual shouts can he distinguished. A crowd of people holding lighted torches is winding up the path to the dormi- tory. From above the procession resembles a ritualistic nuirch of a prinntive celebration. Shrieks of surprise echo through the halls and all over the dormitory lights go out. Heads appear at darkened windows and in excited whispers the girls try to identify the visitors. An energetic fig- ure with a white megaphone runs to the front of the group. Let ' s go Duke! he shouts. He turns to the doiniitory windows and motions for the co-eds to cheer. Let ' s go Duke! he shouts again. His voice is hoarse. As the light flickers on his face, we see that it is shiny with perspiration. . . . Goodbye, Africo! Hello Duke! Lorry Toishoff, Lew Morvin, ond Al Fox odd their Oompoh to the hilarity of the Homecoming Show. Molteshlft torches lighted the way for some spirited rallying, as we voiced our high hopes for victory in the fated game with Army. ■■■ 3 Hp M ,i- -■ ■ I H . S M Hfmi - 9 B ; Wi;;,. Hk H The master of ceremonies. Carl Sapp, walks to the microphone. It is 8:30 p.m. — time for the show to begin. We are inside the Indoor Stadium. Outside the rain is still falling. A roar of applause greets Mr. Sapp. a former Duke basketball star. The audience settles back ill its metal iliairs and incparc s for an hour or so of good enterlaiimient. Lew Mar in. Buddy Fox and Larry TaisliolY take the leading roles in an oiiginal |)roduclion of This Is Life — Damn It! ' Lew. straiglit from tlu wilds of Airica. shouts his welcome to Duke. Soon the spectators join him in the Oompah refrain. The rhylimiic beat ol Lews tom-tom is succeeded li the syncopated beat of jazz. The Ambassadors jiiay several luinibcis which make feet (lat the paper-covered floor. nii(l loud cliccis oi the audience loritier iiieuilicis ol the baud iiioimt the laiHl. With the lauiiliar iii li ' iiiiiciit iii haiiil and llie old iiri ' oundings. it seems to these aliinuii that tlicN e iic er been awa . I ' or the spaci- ol .M ' cral minul ' the take llieii lost idle . . . .