Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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The hi ' ll lias just riiiii;. It ' s 1 o ' clock ami allci- noon class is ovci-. She walks across the cain|)us to the post office inecliaiiieally. lost in reverie. A silence of late afternoon hangs over the campus. Suddenly, the stillness is InokiMi hy a low growl. Two mongrel dogs teai ' across the (|uadrangle. leaving a trail ot hent grass. At the entrance to the post office a iinicpie dog is stretched sunning himself. Multitudes of stu- dents step over iiini. liarely avoiding stejiping on liini. He is ohlivious to all. Slie picks up her mail and hegins to read it as she walks to the hus stop. Suddenly aware of a soft jiadding lieiiind her. she stops and turns. There, wagging his tail is a dingy little fox terrier. . . . The clock tower strikes midnight. Feeble light from the street lamps is all that illinnines the cam- pus. It has snowed and rays of light flicker in the melted puddles near the curb. The policeman ])ulls up the collar of his heavy overcoat and tucks his hands in his pockets. He takes a deep breath. As he exhales, his breath makes tiny clouds against We weren ' t breeding them, but you certainly couldn ' t tell it by ttie number of dogs around campus, most of them os forlorn as this. ' I • a i Get a brand new car and what happens? ... no place to pork the thing. Another ticket goes to someone who tried it just this once ! the cold night. His footsteps fall slowly and heavily on the pavement. A dull buzz resounds over the campus. He auto- matically cpiickens his steps and walks toward the station. A prowler has been seen near an East Campus dormitory. Several policemen are dis- patched to investigate. He returns to his former beat. This is such a lonely job at night. In the day- time people are everywhere. He enjoys talking to the students going to class — even to the visitors who wish information. He smiles, and then abruptly checks himself, as he recalls yesterday afternoon. The men on West rolled a huge snow- ball and blocked the bus. He takes his hands from his pockets and rui)s them together because they are almost numb with cold. Three more hours. . . . 17

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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 . . . .

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I ' lic time is 1 o ' clock. We watch a couple move lliroLigh the crowd toward the stadium, often step- ])ing on feet that aren ' t their own. She wears a cliarcoal lirown suit, stockings and high heels, lie is in his hest ivv league sport (- at with hroad stripes and charcoal hrown slacks. He carries a wool blanket over his left arm. They are early, liut it seems that every one is hurrying to get to this game. He is silent as they move toward the student gate. She remarks aliout the crowd, and waves to her sorority sister. They are herded into the wire shoot that leads to the ticket taker. Hurriedly he pushes her through as she shows her ticket, shows his own, and guides her toward the stands. They pass the refreshment booth and turn into the student section. Again she fishes into her purse to find her student hook which will ad- mit her to the section. She spots two seats near ihc 10 and they hurry to beat another couple to them. He places the blanket carefully on the seat, waits for her to sit down, then joins her and jok- ingly remarks, No splinters for us today. Across the stadium people |)our into the seats. The sun shines brightly. This is unlike the pre- vious week-end when the rains washed them away. The field is green and freshly marked. A man with a crate of 7-lJps passes. She looks at her watch and wonders how Lew Marvin will arrive ill is time. Four rows down a Confederate (lag is wa ( ' d wildly, while st ' ores of students c |M ' css their ap])i 0 al or disa|)pr() al in no uncertain terms. The flag is lowered. The head cheerleader lakes the stand and instructs the cheering section how It) greet the team when it pours on the field. The visiting Icani ino cs (intii the Held Iroin the linmcl. The cheerleaders are crowded about the niuuth oi the entrance; the iel()r liell is I ' cadied. As the log Itliie streams onto the Held, ihc stands become ali e with clwcring. The ictory Ik ' II rings wildlv as the cheerleaders pull it along. The team goes into its waiin-iip e erci -es and the sludents ' attention is . witched lo the anlics of It hasn ' t roincd tor a home gome in my career at Duke! Coach Murray had to swallow his words at the damp South Carolina contest.