Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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Dear Gbqticlccfz Damndest thing. I'm walking down the street not bothering a soul when all of a sudden I come to a fork in the road. The one road goes past this nice looking babe, see, with golden castles, white chargers, and unlimited credit at Boomingdale's, and the other road winds around this spaced-looking chick who looks like some- thing the cat drug in. So I say to myself, any half-ass can see this is a set-up, right? So what do I do? I don't take neither road. I turn around and cut out. Well, gotta run now. All the best. Hermann Hesse Newark, N.,I. Dear Gfaqiiclccfz Big Fat Deal. National Lampoon New York, N.Y. Dear Glitlnticlccfz Likewise. Reader's Digest New York, N.Y. Dear Q:'IlUiClCCf: I understand from a friend of mine that you're going to have a fake letters section just like the one in the National Lampoon - you know - that magazine that's put out by those nice boys from Harvard? Well, I mean, plagiarism is one thing, but you guys aren't even funny. Why don't you go back to your hogback and grits and leave the satire to more sophisticated minds? Lester Maddox Atlanta, Ga. Dear Qatllticlccfz It takes more than luck to get yourself a first-rate Christmas tree. Sometimes you have to hike through the woods for three hours or more until you find the right one. It should be small enough to be carried easily, yet it should be large enough to sustain itself through the holiday season indoors. It's not easy work, but the wise forester takes along some friends and makes an all-day outing of it. As for myself, I can remember years when we'd come straggling back to Crandmother's house, all rosy-checked and with a beautiful, thick tree dragging behind us. Douglas Knight New York, N.Y. Dear Qariricleer: Poems are made'by fools like me, But only C-od can make a tree. Wally Cronkite New York, N.Y. Dear Gfitlticlccf : The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, The worms play pinochle on your snout. I. Edgar Hoover Newark, N.l. Dear Qbllfftfdtfz Now that you're nearing the end of your stay at DUKE UNIVERSITY in DURHAM, N.C., you're probably doing a lot of thinking about what the future holds in store for you. May we suggest that you include the United States Navy in your plans? As you are no doubt aware, the Navy has done a lot of overhauling of itself in order to adjust itself to the demanding realities of a modern world. Improved food, less severe disciplinary actions, and fewer officers that will interfere with your personal life. Why not give us a try? We're anxious to have the kind of material that only you, as a college graduate, can supply. We look forward to hearing from you. Nathaniel Bligh, Capt. Recruiting Officer Dear gbtlficlccfz Aren't you the people that published that outasite blue double paperback a few years ago? Well, this is to let you know that the wife and I can't stop laughing every time we look through it. A million laughs. We think you're all great. Keep up the good work. A. Berlin Durham, N.C. Dear Qfaqgficlecrz Bunch of goddam crap. R. Karpinos Durham, N.C. Dear Qfailticlctfz Have you ever gone up in one of those big babies? You take em up to about 40,000 feet and tlllen when you're ready to move you drop below the cloud cover, lay those eggs, and hightail it the hell out of t ere. Antoine de Sainte-Exupery Newark, N.l. Dear Qfaqticlccf: The little woman and I went to a movie the other night, and what do you think? Naked bodies all over the screen. I said to Martha that we must be in the wrong place, so we went out to the box office to get our money back and what do you suppose? The girl behind the window gives us this dirty look and says to us, Bullshit! like we were some kind of bums off the street. That's the way they talk, y'know. If this is the way people are behaving nowadays, then you can have it. Ralph Ginzberg New York, N.Y. Dear Qlaqlfiglgcfz As I write this, time is growing increasingly short for me. I have no idea how long my mind will remain intact. The situation is this: I awoke this morning to discover that my physical form had altered to that of a large, hard-shelled bug of some sort. Eeelers, wings, the works. I don't dare step outside for fear that my disgusting shape will throw the community into a panic. You are my only hope - I haven't the courage to perform the necessary task. You must contact the Orkin Pest Control Corporation at once, and tell them that they must make every effort to - but wait a minute - maybe you'd better forget that and call the boys at the sewage plant and have them send over a truckload of their grade-A stuff since I plan to make myself comfortable here, until the mothership arrives. Gregor Samsa Bronx, N.Y. Dear Gfilliiclccfz Hypocrite Iecteur! Mon Semblable! Mon frere! Duke Chronicle fEditor's Note: For those of you who haven't guessed by now, the preceding letters were humorous in intent and not written by those persons to whom they are ascribed.l I tters The Duke Qbqriclccf Copyright 197.2 Dulce University Publications Board

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contents f Ny apologia Gentle Reader, we ask thy blessings and thy patience. It has been our intention to present, simply and directly, without offense to Eye or Mind, the sum of our experience at this august Institution. To this end hun- dreds have labored mightily: Editors, Sub-editors, Taskmasters, Special- ists and Flunkies of all description. And yet all this work would have been in vain, utter vain, if not based upon the firmest of Moral Founda- tions, which can be the only ultimate justification for such an Enterprise. Therefore we beg forgiveness for any unwonted Frivolity, or Lapse into Bad Taste, or Ribaldry, that might better have been left unattempted. For our Intentions have always been the bestg and it is not our fault that the very Nature of the Photographic Medium compels us to record Reality as lt Really Happens, however gross or crass. Believe us, we have made ev- ery attempt to restrain the coarser elements among us, with their Mock- ing Gibes and Cynical Attitudes ftruthfully, we cannot understand why iiriyoni' would desire to disparage this great gift, this College Education, for which eternal Gratefulness is the only duejg however, they are distin- guished by their Perpetual Energy and Mischievousness, which make it quite a strain to keep up with their Wiles, besides, our Wit is short. K We who are about to die salute you. J C70ns13fc'r1ryis the las! resort af the unimaginativa -Z Kuff 4 36 40 44 46 58 68 71 73 74 78 80 86 88 90 92 100 102 110 116 122 124 126 128 134 146 150 160 182 188 195 198 211 212 234 235 236 244 246 262 308 322 You will find an opening section of photographs, a traditional feature of yearbooks the world over. Being a section on the quirks and foibles of our RESIDENTIAL SYSTEM Four pages of photographs on MUSIC. Four pages of photographs on PERFORMING ARTS, including color Four pages of photographs dedicated to your friend and ours, JOSEPH COLLEGE. Only two pages on DUKE UNIVERSITY MARCHING BAND, alas. Compensated for by a long stint of SPORTS. ROTC. Need we say more? ROACHES. What more could be said? How about: CAMPUS CRUSADE FOR CHRIST. HARVE LINDER expostulates on the University Experience. Down to ground level with RICHARD KRAMER. An Interview with ELMER HALL. Whatever happened to POLITICS AT DUKE? A report from outer space: the INTERGALACTIC FOOD CONSPIRACY. Unintentional humor with OUR PRESIDENT. A CHART of our sweet university's BUREAUCRACY. Will the laughs never cease? Apparently not, as some of our PROFESSORS amply demonstrate. A short article on ANGUS MCDOUGALL, more worth reading than all the works of COLLEY CIBBER. Devoted to BLACK LIFE on campus. Being the daring exploits of the OUTING CLUB. How to have fun and reach Nirvana with your BICYCLE. Memoirs by STEVE DUNN, while his buddy, STEVE EMERSON, fools around with a typewriter again. No Duke Yearbook would be complete without a couple of pages on DURHAM. So that's exactly what you're getting: 2 pages. The Stalwarts from the ANTHROPOLOGY DEPARTMENT can take a good picture now and again, selections from an exhibit. A section on STUDIO ART that just might blow your mind. It did ours, what was left of it after reading: A BIG TIME IN DURHAM. Study this well, gringos, and learn how to do the town up right. We are lost for a title to this gallery of photos concerning Duke. Send your ideas to Box 4873, D.S. The winner gets to take home the most di- vine collection of Duke Trustees, suitable for either framing or hanging. Stuffed and mounted to taste. SPACESHIP DUKE - As phallic symbols go, second only to the Washing- ton Monument. fBrought to you by Buck Dukel A WOMEN's section, done by women. A Natural Childbirth, done by TONI KRAMER. The Everyday Spiritual Seeker's Guide to ZEN. GALLERY. YEARS by Steve Emerson. PHOTOGRAPHIC VISION. Bob Hewgley has culled this sequence from recent work by fine photographers here. Tripped-out GRAFFITI, which contrasts nicely with The DUKE TRIP. QUAVER PALE redux. No yearbook is complete without at least a couple of pages on GRADUA- TION. See if you can guess how many pages you're getting. No peeking, now. Ready? The answer is . . . 2. Did you get it right? Beginning the ORGANIZATIONS sectiong space paid for by the individual groups. MUG SHOTS, you mugs. STUDENT DIRECTORY. We end this glorious adventure with an Open Letter to Next Year's Editor, by this year'sg credits, specs, a staph photo phunnie entitled THE SNEEZE , and maybe an extra photo or two of a humorous sort, if you're good, and keep your hands to yourself.

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I 9 from ' ' 5 i n .. A 0 When from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered still, alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting, hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of all the rest, and bear unfaltering, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection. -Marcel Proust Remembrance of Things Past I