Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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PLEASE HELP KEEP OUR CAMPUS GREEN MSCA Not much need for this pleading during the winter of ' 55 — Duke sow lot of snow, and Nature kept our campus white in spite of us. (Ii)vvn and sees llial he lias a lal)lesp()()ii ratlicf than a teaspoon. He niakcs llic ctiange and llicri slides his trav onto the siiiootli lailinp;. The paper is tucked under his arm. . . . There is the sudden rallle ol a cart on the slones helou the window, it is !():. ' }(). The chow men take their station lieneath the darkened arehwavs. Their shouts echo over llic lill iiifiht air. dhow man! (iliow! llie yell loudU. The sound is a lamiliar one. Some maj netic loice draws a Duke man awa iidm lii liook . down ihe stairs and into the cold. A lifiht mist rains from the sky. The moon in the liare trees aliovc (he clusl ' red towers shines pale on the sharpK cul rock . The chow man. Iiand in his pockets, stands heiorc his sandwich- laden cart in ihe shadows ol the arch. We iiot roasi heel lonii;ht. ice cream sand- wiches, milk, apples, and oatmeal cookies. 1iat ll it he? The student tumhles amon-i the ciianiie in liis pocket. Make it two ice cream sandwiches, an apple, and milk. A hungry crowd is gathering. Much later the voice of the chow man is heard again, hawking the remnants of his wares in the hall. Then there is the rattle of many wheels on the stone walks below and silence. . . . The clock strikes forcefully once again. The pictures of Duke fade and we stand facing the huge timepiece. The hlack hands spin rajjidly forward. The speed is somewhat dizzying. We are not ready to let Time race Lack to the present. We try to take hold of the hands and check the speed. Our hodies, however, are no longer suhject to our will. Our arms are paralyzed; they hang inertly at our sides. As the hours fly hy the glowing numliers on the face of the clock seem to diminish in brightness. We try to recall the scenes snatched from our col- lege life but cannot grasp them distinct! . The sharp outlines in our minds are being erased. We close our eyes and it is a long time before we open them. The clock is still there; the time is correct; the ticking is regular. We stretch and breathe deeply. . . . On West it was a newspoper; on East it was knitting — anything to pass the time we spent in line doy after day to get our Union meal. 28

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Eager hands greeted a welcome Santo, and fraternity men gained the true spirit ot Christmas ot the parties for Edgemont children. llic stadiiiiii ;iii(l slic scaichcs loi ' laiiiiliar lai ' t ' s. Everyone is a hopeless liliir. ' I ' lic hand strikes up llie Duke h ' ij lil Song aiul llie cheerleaders rini through the peppy motions. The sun heats cheer- iiilly down on the fiehl. Tlien the announcer, mop- ping his hrow, declares that tlie tliernionieter registers 90 degrees. The view shifts to tlie hencli. Coach Murray paces nervously. She explains to her parents that he often wears a special suit for good luck. As the Blue Devils rush out to the held, the ciovvd goes wild. The camera turns to the cheering stu- dents and she recognizes a girl in her dorm. Toward the middle of the game it is apparent that Duke will win. iJut the family, prepared for a last minute reversal, watches intently. . . . It is oidy 5 p.m. hut already there is a long line in the West cafeteria. He takes his place. What ' s the student special tonight? Hamburger steak, says the waitress tonelessly. She slaps a scoop of whipped potatoes on a plate. He reads his newspaper while he waits. The front page is all about Malenkov ' s resignation. What can it mean? Will there be war? He can hear people Ijehind him discussing it. He reaches the counter, takes a tray and al)sently reaches for silverware and napkins. He looks On the drive home most of the conversation centers on the Orange Bowl. One of the boys in the car is going down for it. She listens, wishing that she could go. She settles hack on the seat and leans her head against the window. Her eyelids are heavy and soon she is fast asleep. The vacation passes swiftly, consumed with Christmas shopping, seeing old friends, eating, sleeping, and going to many parties. Everyone she sees asks Who ' s going to win in the Orange Bowl? Her family is glued to the TV set. They watch imuimerable sports interviews, sympathizing in- tensely with Bill Murray ' s laryngitis. They even clip newspaper pictures of the Duke lootball team in Miami. Before the game starts, the camera focuses on Colorful pennants proved to be the favorite souvenirs of a holi- day visit to sunny Miami and a roaring victory in the Orange Bowl. Not even the West campus voriety of Duke students wanted to brave the cold ond wet of the snowy days if it could possibly be avoided.

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- tt ■ V iitiiTrnTif iliiiT n it T End of onother day, and the nightly visit from the chow man on West, where Union meals don ' t come often enough for the insatiable appetites. THIS WAS DUKE }m w 29