Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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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

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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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,.- C- - ' ' C ' .I r rirw Duke Agriculturol School got o big send-oH, as the fence around the front quad to keep our campus green got the students ' goat. The next moniing sleepy students on their way to class perk up as they notice activity within the enclosure. A black and white goat, fugitive from a nearby farm, scampers to and fro. In case any- one should fail to get the point, terse homemade signs are attached to the fence. Oblivious to his role in the battle of wits, the goat cheerfully nibbled at the tender grass in his new pasture. Finally, a truce was called. The fence was taken down but the threat had been an effective one. Students tempted to cut across the quadrangle to class thought twice. Few footprints marred the flourishing grass. . . . The hands on their luminous dial show that it ' s time for the concert to begin. All eyes scrutinize the red and white platform. A piano and a set of drums are scattered about the top. We take our seats with the students sitting on the floor around the stage, noticing at the same time that the center balcony above us is also rapidly filling. Suddenly there is a hoarse shout from one of the Ijoys on the first row: Looie! Half the crowd surges to its feet as from the wings struts a little. dark, perspiring man. clutching a golden trumpet and wa lug lo the delighted jazz fans. Satchino and bis batid lake tlic stage and the noise dims, i.augtiing, stamping his feet to show his deep enjoyment of the music and the attention of the audience, the great king of jazz leads his boys through their paces. Ohl favorites, suggests Louis, and the band plays Muskrat Ramble, and old-lime blues. ' I ' he end comes abruptly as the band strikes up When the Saints Go Marching in and then marches off the idif I) the fl( for more. . . . A coed scans the clock in the hall. It ' s five minutes past 1 o ' clock. Where is her ride? He said he ' d come right after fourth period. At that moment the mike announces that she has a caller. Paiking the car is a problem because there are four other passengers driving up for the Christmas holidays. With nuich pushing and coaxing the lid of the trunk finally snaps down. Sotchmo — the grand old man of Dixie — brought his grovel voice right down to D.U. to give us a jam session to end all jam sessions.