Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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jdkiiij; uilli the waitresses. Tlic lloor aioiiiul llie wliitf tiasli can is littered with ciiinifjletl sandwich papeis. heiit stiaws. iiaper clips, and wooden spoons. Tlie hooths are erowdetl. Tlie metal ash- trays on the tables are filled with cijiarettes. A waitress swishes a wet cloth over the j lossy surface of the counter. A poster on the mirror ainiounces that Hoot ' n Horn is holding try-outs. A hoy in a thick I line sweater with a white t ' henille D on tlie front winds his way through the crowd and drops his hooks on a tahle. He returns after a minute with a cup of steaming hot coffee. The paper cup is so hot that it burns his hands. Where do you order those rings? asks a stu- dent, eyeing the sign on the cash register. It is a reminder that class rings must be ordered be- fore the last of the month. We can take orders right here. answered the cashier, shoving the cash drawer shut. She pauses expectantly. I can ' t right now. I haven ' t got my card with me. The juke box is now silent. Its glowing colors float round and round, melting into each other The soiiiul (il individual voices is indislinct. In- stead, there is a iiniveisal hum of conversation, ])unctuate(l at intervals by a burst of laiightei- or an unusually loud exclamation. i-ooking through the plate glass window of the Dope Shop, we can see much activity outside. There is a long line at the Book Store. The end is not in sight but it is likely that it reaches back to the post office boxes. A man in the plioiic booth has tried several times, unsuccessfully, to make a call. His growing impatience is obvious. Finally, he slams the receiver down in disgust and races up the stairs. He is already late for class. A stu- dent passes drinking a coke and reading a volumi- nous letter. At he reads, his mouth forms a smile. Then he breaks into a laugh. A group of students looks at him curiously then resumes its aninuited discussion. He hears noise in the hall outside. Il must be 4 o ' clock. Just twenty-five minutes left! How a long period drags! He tries to center his atlciilinn on Elizabethan drama but he just can ' t concentrate. There ' ll Be Some Changes Made, ' and they were! West Compus Dope Shop took on a new appeorance with the oddition of o grill ond booths.

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Dinners in high style flourished this year as the new Student Union provided us with the sotting for some fine eating in the Old Trinity Room. leather sofa and opens the sheets. Groups of peo- ple pass in front of him on their way to the Oak Hoom. hilt he does not lilt his eyes. As he is folding the paper, he hears a laniiliar voice. He turns just in time to see Hill Grillith disappear hehind a door, followed by several stiidcnts. FuiHiy — he never noliced iIkiI door Ik ' Ioic. His eyes slide lo a hiass |ilai|iie which reads in gotliic lettering The Old Trinity Room. So ihafs where it is. There iiiiisl lie a lian(|uet tonight lor the Stu- dent Union Conunittee. lie decides to slay and see who comes. Maybe he ' ll get to see what the inside of the Ti ' iiiilv Ixooni is like. Kvcryoiie says it ' s llic iiicol place lo (Ml aroniid Diikc. Il would really have to be soniclliing lo bcal the Mens Grad ( enter. Tiie scraping of feet annoiinces llial some new |)eople are approaching. A couple enU-rs the lobln and turns into the Trinits llooin. s llic door swings open, he hears an exchange of greetings. Straining his neck, he can just see into the newly deeoialed dining room. He had expected the restaurant atmosphere of the Oak Room. Instead, the inlerioi- he sees is simply a larger version of his own dining room al home. The walls are altiacli ( ' l papered in green and while, and there is a thick figured rug on llic lloor. A waiter emerges I mm a swinging door wliich connects to the kitchen, and the aroma ol cooking lood sweeps o cr the looiti. He mo ' es Irom table to table, placing pats ol but- ter in each person ' s lircad and butter disli. Gon- versation sto|)s and all heads tnin toward Air. Grillith. r iil. as he begins to talk, his words are cut oil b the closing ol the outside door. I ' he obseiNcr rises hum the sola. Iea iiig the papei ' behind. . . . lis three o ' cioik in the morning blares the jnkc box ill the l)o|)c .Shop. Slndcnls arc leaning against the coiinlcr. passing the lime ol da or 22

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No rule can override the precious cigarette! Students began to relax in Allen building, ond the Mo Smoking signs faded gracefully. His Holes are juiiiljled and iiuolieieiit. Tlie marfijiii of the page is covered with the Greek letters of his Iraleniity. printed, written in lon ;iiand, or elal)0- rateK italici ed. li he couhl ordy have a cigarette! He glares at tlie No Smoking sign thnnililackcd to the blackhoard. Defiantly, lie reaches for a ciga- rette and lights it. lie strains to see the wristwatcli on the girl across the aisle. Surely it ' s time for class to lie ovei! lie picks n|) his pencil and scrawls llic piolcssor ' s last words. lie liadnl caught the beginning ol the sentence. .Students slam notebooks and gather up i)ooks. Ihe piois final words are lost in the rustics ol pa|)ers. . . . We hear the bells in the (lha|)el tower ringing lor liiircli. It is II a.m. It is winter and a brisk wind i blowing. Seveial orange buses are stand- ing in front ol tlic (lliapel. Streams (d people llou into the cimnli. Women cbitili at their lials with white-gloved hands. Their brightly colored wool coats are wrapped around them by the wind. As [leople reach the door of the Chapel, the organ nuisic seems to surge fuilh. Young men in dark suits distribute programs. Inside, the choir mem- bers are taking their places. The presiding minis- ters walk solemnly to the foreground, their black robes brushing the floor. The ushers walk down the side aisles and fde into the front rows of the side pews. Sunlight fdters in through the stained glass windows, casting multicolored shadows on the stone floor. During the sermon, the microphone magnifies the rattle of the pages as the minister turns them. The organ swells into the postlude. People begin to leave. Outside, we reflect that the Chapel is the focal point of the uiuversity spirit- ually and architecturally. . . . It is 9 a.m. We mingle with a crowd of indig- nant students. Men are driving stakes into the green grass of the West Campus quadrangle. Rolls of wire lie on the ground. The efforts of the (Chronicle having failed to preserve the grass, the administration must adopt ilrastic measures. Candlelight accompanies the choir down the aisle of the dorliened Chopel OS they morch in to present this year ' s Christmas Pageant. 24