Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

Text from Pages 1 - 240 of the 1977 volume:

WILLIAM R. PERKINS LIBRARY DUKE UNIVERSITY The 1977 Chanticleer ID lU R V jth m Published by the Publications Board of Duke University, Durham, North Carolina for you, for the buried life, and for tfie love we feel. Three Questions (Extract from the Alumni Lecture given Saturday, June 18, 7977 by Harold T. ParkerJ As a result of the internal reforms of the 1960 ' s there emerged within Duke University in the 1970 ' s a brilliant undergraduate college — a brilliant, even a gifted student body, of varied interests and personalities; a curriculum so free of requirements that each student can design his own program in accord with his needs, desires, and dreams and can participate in seminars; at least eight types of living group options, including the option of living off campus; and a rich extra-curricular scene. And so, it seems, all is well. Nevertheless, I am uneasy about several aspects of the situation. First, I am uneasy about the brilliance of our students. What do we do with them? If I were a member of the Duke faculty or administration, it would be on my conscience until I had done my utmost to make sure we are doing our intelligent best by them. Are we? Second, I am disturbed that Duke University, like other major American universities, has become the associate and sometimes the accomplice of the existing order. This disturbs me because it happened also to the German universities before Hitler. Now let us grant that the United States is probably the freest, wealthiest large society in history. Historically, most people have lived in conditions of poverty, exploitation, and oppression that any self-respecting recipient of welfare in the United States would reject as intolerable. To most people the United States of today would be paradise. As Goethe remarked, America, you have it better. Also, let us grant that the Declaration of Independence in its implications is still the most radical public document in existence, more radical than the Communist Manifesto. Nevertheless, the United States is a consumerist, materialist, pleasure-oriented society. These attributes do not reflect the highest spiritual and ethical ideals. Moreover, big business, big government including the military, big labor, and in some regions big agriculture, operating in a mixed economy, are the driving forces in American life. This paradigm is generally accepted. Yet there are anomalies, such as the billions for welfare, which suggest that other paradigms might do better. But about these shortcomings of American culture our universities say little. Their multiple internship programs, excellent in their specialized intent and achievement, accept the existing system as a given. Historians, a century from now, looking back on us, may comment that American universities failed American society. So, thirdly, I am uneasy that Duke University, like other major universities, like the United States itself, may become, if it is not already, a mindless powerhouse, an aggregation of specialist operators, forgetful, heedless of the ultimate purpose and meaning of their activity, unknowing. That was not true of the faculty and students of old Trinity College before it became Duke University. They knew they were doing something important; building men of intellectual and moral character and elevating the culture of a region. What are we doing? 10 11 Our Parabolic Duchess She came here a few years ago and stayed. Most of the time when I see her she ' s alone. Once we had a talk in the C.I. over hot cocoa. It was one of those cold and grey days last winter which seemed to come one after another unendingly, like drops of water from a leaky faucet. She said she likes being alone — it gives her time to think. She seems very religious — but I guess that ' s just the feeling she gives me. For all her loneliness there ' s something very warm and alluring about her. She reminds me of the lush Carolina countryside in the fall — the sound of so many dry leaves and the somnolent promise of spring. 12 13 14 15 THE MISSION OF ENTITY 1 12-36-2848 by Jon Rogers 1. OUT OF THE GRAVE: The ship folded the huge wings it used for sailing on the solar wind and dropped into the sun like a falcon stooping to its prey. The white, purposeful air swirled and eddied and formed into shapes imaging the history of all it had known, until it transformed the ship into itself. This is the death that gives new life. The entity had shown itself an industrious and competent transducer, trapping and imbibing the light and expelling it as the superlife on which the universes feed and grow. Now it had been decided to take the Risk; Entity 112-36-2848 would become a human, born of water and of blood, pulled down by gravity yet with a dim rememberance of that white wind in the sun. The planet Earth was a rock, yet it was a living rock, waters churning across its surface in ever-changing patterns. It had produced creatures which knew nothing but the heaviest of these waters, others which lived in the shifting mantle of the clouds, and others which moved horizontally over the dryer areas of the rock. Between them all was a chimaerical creature which struggled to remain vertical, to balance the earth and the sun in its chest, neither to hate nor to love exclusively. Comically, it had a habit of stumbling over its own feet. Tragically, it would kill for pleasure and it would love so fiercely as to consume its beloved. But occasionally, accidentally, it would fine-tune itself to the vertical and in a certain movement of unconscious grace, a certain centering of the mind, it would become weightless and realise for a moment that it stood at the pivot of the Transformation, that if it wobbled the energy of the universes would be blocked. But most of the time, it wobbled, and thought it was O.K. The energy must pass through a point where it has definite kinship neither with its origin nor its goal, and this is the point of greatest danger. It must find that precise place where the parabola turns on itself. If it turns too soon, it breaks with its past, despises its earthly mission, and fills with pride. If it does not turn, it sinks into oblivion and is lost. When it turns exactly, the stars sing a richer chord. For this task, the Entity was said to be prepared. It arose from the stones of the dead and entered the city. 16 17 2. INTO THE WOMAN: It was especially the curve of her neck which excited him. Her head knew that it was part of her body — so often either the head or the body seems to have been added on as an afterthought — and it floated on the tapering cone that began with the sinews on her shoulders. Your neck is like the Tower of David, but for an arsenal, whereon hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors. When she moved she first willed it in her navel, and then all of her flowed pressureless across the ground, the string of a musical instrument pulled to the proper tension by her head and her feet. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lillies. She copied her movements from no-one, not from the undulations of the cowboy ' s whore nor from the defiant strides of the Liberated Woman. When she enfolded him she softened her bones and became many-armed, many-legged, many-mouthed and many-breasted. There was only She and Him. Their movements were not calculated, they were movements moved by the langourous swelling of the ocean, by the pirouetting of bees dancing with themselves, by the breathing of the seasons. Let us come to one another ' , a voice said, and the breathing of the seasons quickened, the bees pirouetted faster and louder, the ocean cracked and roared, the Man and the Woman became larger than the universes and fell into each other as white hole exploding into black hole and there was peace as each slept in the forest of the other ' s groin. 18 19 20 3. THE VOICE OF THE PAINTED PRIEST: At the clearing in the forest of pillars the priest prepared to speak. ' On this happy occasion, dearly beloved, we are here to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony. It is always a great pleasure for me to talk with young couples. Their faces are so fresh and eager. Their hearts are so full of hope. Their lives are so full of promise. Jon and Shelagh, of course, are no exception. They are committed to each other. They will here publicly and before God testify of their love and of their fidelity and I shall have the joy of pronouncing the blessing of the Church over them. They will go forth from here with the love, I am sure, of all of us, not just at this moment, but for always. They will endure many trials and be beset with many temptations. They may wish to termmate their union. But let them remember, my dearly beloved, that should their minds ever turn to those iniquitous thoughts of adultery, fornication, bestiality, homosexuality or lust, then shall the wrath of God be kindled against them, for our God is a consuming fire ! And now, unto God ' s gracious mercy and protection we commit you, may he bless you and keep you all the days of your life and bring you unto his eternal sexless bliss. Amen. ' 4. THEIR TEETH SHOW WHEN THEY LAUGH: Everyone was determined to enjoy the Reception. There was ham, roast beef, turkey, champagne of course, and the ultimate paradise of endless macadamia nuts. The band was able to play anything from waltzes and polkas to nostalgic imitations of the Big Bands, and once when everyone was drunk, it startled us with something very peculiar from the Blue Oyster Cult. ( ' It ' s modern ' , I explained to the Hon. Anthea ffrench-Tollemache, who was clinging insecurely to me. ' Oh, ' she replied uncertainly.) Shelagh was not smiling. It means death, ' she said. Look what happens when they laugh. They show their teeth. Their skulls are under there, under their lips and cheeks and hairdoes. They are the laughing dead. They don ' t know it. Can ' t you waken them up? ' 21 5. ENANTIDROMIA: I must go back. I cannot turn. I am falling. I am being pulled into the earth. I will become a stone, dreamlessly sleeping for a million million years until the earth is sucked into the sun and I shall be liberated to start again. My mind is going into the moon. It wants me as a stone, a stone friend of its own stones. I was very drunk and I was staring into the mirror. Or perhaps it was staring into me. I stepped into the mirror and through myself. And he took the blind man by the hand, and led him, out of the village; and when he had spit on his eyes and laid his hands upon him, he asked him. Do you see anything? ' And he looked up and said, I see men; but they look like trees, walking. ' Then again he laid his hands upon his eyes; and he looked intently and was restored, and saw everything clearly. And he sent him away to his home, saying, ' Do not even enter the village. ' 22 23 6. THE GATE OF ALL MYSTERIES: Go home. Do not even enter the village. Certainly, then, not the city. Leave the city quietly, don ' t let anybody know . Pretend you are just out for a walk. Do not even think, I am leaving the city. ' Walk on. Smile if you have to. Look sad when you ' re supposed to. But your time here is over, you must get out and take the diamond with you, the diamond that has been formed in you by your compression and anguish. There are diamond-cutters in the city, but there is no-one who knows how, once it has been cut and it has released its light, the diamond-light can be eaten. 24 25 In the woods above the city it is cooler. I can relax a little now, the magnetism of the city does not reach here. The pines rise brown and branchless from their brown-needled bed, arching greener where they stretch towards the sun, a cathedral without a priest. There is nobody. I am suddenly very much afraid. There is nobody. Maybe there is nothing at all. But then, how could I know there was nothing? Only if there were me, and nothing else. Nobody and nothing, not even to hate. No pain. No death. It was some kind of horrible joke. Some atoms came together capriciously, and I came to be, and I am having a dream that there are others, but now I am waking up, the earth is dissolving, anyone and anything I ever knew is sinking into blackness, the sun itself roars away from me and there is nothing but the devastating din of total, beginingless silence. 26 . • • - i s ' «• r i 27 Something living nuzzles my leg. I open my eyes. It is a dog. Poor thing, how can it become immortal when it cannot stand upright? It needs the Transducer. I stand up. ' Come, let us go with one another. ' The song of the stars, which had soured for a moment, enriched itself. Entity 112-36-2848 had turned the corner of the parabola. Quotations: Song of Solomon 4:4 and 7:2 Epistle to the Hebrews 12:29 Gospel according to Mark 8:23-26 28 Q t € L .. .; ;:-- -- ' ' iS -v, 29 30 . May 1 Dear World, 1 will leave, loving this grey stoned fantasy because it taught me to learn and trudge and continue for as long as I hope. 31 To be in whiteface is to witness the moon and to know who might know life for no one knows you. Silver clouds are the only ones worth touching and today is as black and as bright as night. Mime is the magic of tomorrow. 32 ■ P ' Z ■ ' ■ y . Many of us have found ourselves deposited in the intellectual garbage dump or tobacco-soaked industrial grime that is Durham only to realize, years later, that it was a sort of womb in which we have grown, changed, perhaps have been reborn again and again as our lives have unfolded in this town. ipr n 34 35 This year the biggest thing to penetrate Duke ' s buccollic splendor was the erection and exhibition of the flentrop organ. 38 39 40 41 ■■- }- ' i ' - ' I 44 46 ■•: - ■ ' -f • 1 : • ' c A . 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Mi .A i . :? :4SH ' SS y _. €-. %.- 51 You ' re a young girl or woman should I say walking the dark narrow path in the woods behind the Chapel ready to yell RAPE, but nothing happens so you make it across that fine line between fantasy and reality bathed in the strange green aura of a bi-campus bus and proceed to your favorite niche in Carr Building where the light is brighter and you can breathe deeper and are swallowed up by your textbook for Psych 104 or Physics 66 or Bio. 14 but who cares, you ' ll end up either knowing or not knowing, getting or not getting, but as long as you try, that ' s the object, reaching out for what you want, grabbing before someone else gets it (nothat ' snotwhattheytellyou) beating out the other guy (noyou ' rejustattemptingtoachieveyourgoals) the exhilaration is in competition, the excitement (buttheysaythereissomethingmore), and make sure you don ' t lose, don ' t take any wrong steps, the others are there, they want the same thing, and you can ' t care about them except to make sure they ' re behind you, the excitement is in running the race, but you say there is something more and must be something more and don ' t know where to find it and wonder into fantasy and the lights are bright and it ' s dark outside and you leave the door unlocked, just in case. 52 2? ' ' . H ) ' fll l ' 53 54 55 56 57 Pl -B 58 59 A Trip Around Campus You needn ' t step on the stones, they float up to greet barefeet. Everyone wears a clown face and everyone has determined that the Chapel leans, leans just so the sun Is caught and thrown to the swinging chains, the tight-rope surrounding the grass. Cars fly in circles, and clouds, grape purple, keep time with any dance. They forgot the wind stopped blowing. 60 61 You can ' t solve a problem? Well, get down and investigate the present facts and its past history! When you have investigated the problem thoroughly, you will know how to solve it. Conclusions invariably come after investigation, and not before. Only a blockhead cudgels his brains on his own, or together with a group, to find a solution or evolve an idea without making any investigation. It must be stressed that this cannot possibly lead to any effective solution or any good idea. Mao Tse-Tung, Oppose Book Worship 62 oP r y - - lf- ii ' i i T i — Cj:= 63 64 Knowledge is a matter of science, and no dishonesty or conceit whatsoever is permissible. What is required is definitely the reverse — honesty and modesty. Mao Tse-Tung, On Practice 65 Well, it all started yesterday when I was watching a few quad birds. They were hanging around some of the bigger trees, clinging desperately to the branches for their very lives, when it hit me all at once. I mean really, it was like a ton of bricks. All my life I had watched those helium balloons float up into outer space (usually released by some spoiled brat whose mother had just bought it for him) and I never even realized. Birds are lighter than air. No shit. All that flapping business with the wings is really an incredibly furious attempt to keep from floating up to the god damn moon. And here I thought they were flying. Flying my ass. Those buggers are just praying they can make it from tree to tree without floating away. It all seems pretty obvious when you think about it. Fish have always had to fight like hell to keep from floating to the top where they would drown in the air. Why not birds? Why do you think all those birdcages have perches in them? They would keep bumping their heads on the top of the cages if they didn ' t have something to grasp on to. Now, bird shit is another story. That invariably falls to the ground. And, another important point, it is white. This is in contrast to most animals which do not float away from the earth. It also lands a lot on windshields. If you ask me, birds seem to do an awful lot of shitting. But I guess if I had to constantly worry about floating away into space I would do a lot of shitting too. Enough said. Birds float up into the sky and that ' s all there is to it. If some bearded biology professor who rides his bicycle to class tries to tell you otherwise, forget it. He ' s undoubtedly full of birdshit. Glen Dawson Senior in Trinity College 66 Bees are very horny. That ' s how all this sex stuff got started in the first place. I don ' t know how the bir ds got into it, but there you have it. You always hear about how the fly is supposedly the most well-endowed of all the beasts in relation to its body size. (If you haven ' t, you ' re incredibly ignorant. Take my word for it, the size of male genitalia in relation to body size among the beasts of the world is a frequent topic of conversation at cocktail parties. I mean, Christ, where do you think the expression cocktail came from? It used to be cock tale until some blithering Idiot with easily offended senses changed it. Look. Take my word for it. These things do not just come out of thin air.) Anyway, this fly business is all wrong. It is actually the bee who owns this distinction. You see, that stinger, my friend, is no stinger. (Are you catching on or should 1 use dirty words?) It seems that the bee has an overpowering sexual drive that ca n only be cured by burrowing its ' stinger (heh, heh) into some nice furry crevice. And what could be a better place than your arm? What, indeed? Ah, wait a minute, I see I have lost you again. Look. Arms are hairy, right? I mean, even girls and fags have hair on their arms. Now, arms also have skin pores. That ' s right. Now, to you and me those pores are rather a bit small to arouse any sort of sexual desire. But not to those bees. No, sir. You get too close to those damn buggers and whammo. And it hurts like hell to get screwed by a bee, believe you me. This is serious business. No shit. Have you ever heard of a spelling bee? Well, the word bee also means a gathering of people for a specific purpose ' . (Look it up.) Now, I don ' t want to be crude but that ' specific purpose ' originally had nothing to do with spelling. And if you don ' t get my meaning then you had better stop reading this while you ' re still ahead. At any rate, this revelation will undoubtedly cause considerable dismay among a great number of people. Especially those who have attractive skin pores. And if you hang around Duke, forget It. In about two weeks, there will be so many bees farting around Duke that — . Oh, and that reminds me. Bees do nof fly. Goodness, no. Neither do they float. You see, it is aerodynamically impossible for a bee to fly. They are simply too god-damn heavy. To put it bluntly, they ' re as fat as a horse ' s ass. The bee ' s ability to move freely about is determined by the Flatulence Principle which space prevents me from going into here. Besides, it ' s getting late and I ' ve gotta go. Go ask a science professor. If he knows why birds float then he can also explain how the release of the intestinal gases propels the bees forward and causes that peculiar buzzing noise. But wait. I really do have to leave. The editor will get pissed if I take up too much space. Why are you reading this shit, anyway? Glenn Dawson ' 77 67 ' ' 1 j  m m . i -?g?T . -..1 Aril W I . Sex, Drugs, and Drinking at Duke It is possible, but not advisable, to have sex while straight. It is also possible but equally unadvisable to be high w ithout sex. The following is intended as a primer indicating the combinations of drugs and or liquor which make for the most satisfactory sex: 1. Beer: can be used by itself or in combination. Major problems are bloated stomach, caused by the quantity of liquid needed to induce a sufficient high, and the impotence which often results from prolonged over-indulgence (see Frats). Beer and Pot: more realistic. Major drawback is resultant mouth odor. The apathy produced by the beer tends to counteract the aphrodisial qualities of the pot. Wine: dull if used alone. Bottles, however, are decorative and useful. 4. Wine and Pot: good combination, especially on warm days outdoors (see Duke Forest). 5. Hard liquor: dangerous for uninitiated freshpersons who want to remember names. Hard liquor and Pot: expensive but nice. Often results in false euphoria: examine proposed partner under strong light. 7. Champagne: to be avoided. With more intense (and expensive) drugs, liquor is unnecessary, but can be used to wash down pills, sterilize utensils, bathe in, etc. The only drug with which sex is totally incompatible is nitrous oxide — but the canisters are very phallic. Control of the self. That ' s where biofeedback is at. You can get so nervous, the sound unbearable, that control is almost completely lost. After a hit, the day can be ruined, your mind wrecked into introspection. But if control is achieved, Biofeedback is an incredible high. 70 XMADE ir ' DAVE NICOLA loes 17 71 72 Snow silences the unforgettable and creates the forgotten overnight. One dream of whiteness blankets a car, smothers magnolia, and gives northerners a chance to breathe again. 73 Complacency is the enemy of study. We cannot really learn anything until we rid ourselves of complacency. Our attitude towards ourselves should be to be insaitable in learning and towards others to be tireless in teaching. MaoTse-Tung, The Role of the Chinese Communist Party in the National War 74 75 Letting a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend is the policy for promoting the progress of the arts and the sciences and a flourishing socialist culture in our land. Different forms and styles in art should develop freely and different schools in science should contend freely. We think that it is harmful to the growth of art and science if administrative measures are used to impose one particular style of art or school of thought and to ban another. Questions of right and wrong in the arts and sciences should be settled through free discussion in artistic and scientific circles and through practical work in these fields. They should not be settled in summary fashion. MaoTse-Tung, On the Correct Handling of Contradictions Among the People 76 77 78 Awoman is weak. Her only strength is giving, her power is love. Like a vine, she curls round masculine limbs, bearing the brunt of winds he is unaware of, giving him strength which he takes for granted as being his own. She is a martyr, and both her greatness and her damnation are hinged to the cross to which she nails herself. 79 80 That is it, and you are embarrassed at the tumultuous maelstrom of irrational emotion which had seemed then so important, though so intangibly complex. You saw a movie with your lover, his friends. The rest is merely the phantom creation of your adrenalin-charged innocence. You are much younger than they, and things seem important which you will learn actually are not. Until you learn, disguise your ignorance behind a facade of immobile silence, an aura of ambiguous world-weariness. They have been through this masturbatory self-indulgence of inexperience, and understand its delusion, its confusion of auto-sensation with truth. What grips you with profound significance is looked upon by their life-burdened eyes as a bit charming, for the most part boring preposterous naivete. 81 82 ■■ ' - i a;3 w 83 84 85 86 2i NpHt. 4 ' IS ' ' - vi -■■ -v: .- r : When two thin slices of green tomato or a small ice cream scoop of cottage cheese costs 40 cents, then the dead lettuce which lay underneath them both resurrects itself to speak; whatever frustrated lettuce says. To exist with a rock tower in your stomach is to have ordered incorrectly at the CI. If they aren ' t cleaning the grill (and if someone is there beside the girl who keeps screaming about drinks in the week-old grease), a bacon burger will suffice; with a pink juice on ice. Dope east? or west? Service better on west. Chiliburgers better on east, plus the fact that they still put all the glop on for you. Fritos disgustingly the same at both places, though more of the little burned ones on east. Sprig — nix for price, but one of the more imaginative ideas someone had somewhere somewhy in a long time. Oak Room put on; put on a better looking shirt and shoes; put up $3.65 for the roast beef dinner and two inferior waitresses. Gradeli where they don ' t let the trench fries stand and drain, where lines are too long, ice cream cones too short, but everyone is real nice. The green suggests a garden; the white lattice work suggests a covered terrace; the smell from the Grad Center cafeteria suggests sewer. You gotta be hungry to go to east union and you gotta get there when they ' re not havin weiner schnitzel. 90 91 The C.I. Blues Duke wrote me this summer, said money is tight The hospital costs a few grand. We ' re sorry we ' ve just cut your financial aid And we ' re raising tuition by five hundred clams And I ' m bummed, don ' t really know what to do. Except sit here and eat those french fries. And try and nourish them old C.I. blues. Housing wrote me last week said the spaces are tight Some singles are gonna be lost, We held us a raffle drew names from a hat And you ' ve just won yourself a new incoming frosh And I ' m bummed, don ' t really know what to do, ' cept sit here and eat them tower bur gers. And try and puke away the C.I. blues. I was going to the beach this weekend. Try and stopfeelin ' low. Parked up on the main quad to cash me a check And came back just to find that my car had been towed And I ' m bummed, don ' t really know what to do, ' cept sit here during happy hour. And try and wash away those C.I. blues. I ' s gonna graduate in December, head for a French resort. But my dean told me only this morning That I ain ' t going far I ' m a seminar short And I ' m bummed, don ' t really know what to do, ' cept sit here and smoke that reefer. And try and toke away them C.I. blues. 92 My parents have disowned me, grad schools shot me down. No place to turn but the real world, which means that I have to find me a job And I ' m bummed, don ' t really know what to do, ' cept sit here and toot that old cocaine. And try and blast away the C.I. blues. I went and talked to placement, they said you ' re a Shakespeare sage? We can find you a job flipping burgers. And maybe can get you the minimum wage And I ' m bummed, don ' t really know what to do, ' cept sit here and do some amyl nitrate. And try and drown them C.I. blues. I thought I was finally finished. Gonna grab my diploma and run. But a hand grabbed my shoulder said unpack your bags Cause there ' s been some slight problems with math 31 Lord I ' m bummed, don ' t really know what to do, ' cept sit here and eat them french fries, tower burgers, Drink a little beer, smoke that reefer, snort that cola, And do up a little locker room. And try and cope with them low-down, snake-belly nasty, miscreating, mind-berating, mutilating, isolating, constapating, And just plain incapacatating C.I. blues. Todd Atwood ' This is not intended to be poetry. This was written to be sung to a blues progression in E minor. 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 wMSM 100 ' r ' h-: ' 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 ■i;c=;-. ' 2Kr-. ' .T ' 109 Duke Union Cable Television Last year an experimental video project became a fullfledged cable television station because a lot of people were curious about the capabilities of V2 videotape and portability of lightweight video cameras. The fact that the equipment was black-and-white was of minimal concern, for the fascination of originating programs and taking cameras out to record the rich variety of Duke campus and Durham life was the essential appeal of the project. No place or person on campus (or off) was off limits to Duke Cable Television. Camera crews strung cables to any power source available to tape away football games in Columbia (S.C), Clemson, and Raleigh. They survived power blackouts to cover ACC basketball live, and worked elbow to elbow with enthusiastic crowds to record the Santana concert. Some even dared to take portopaks to low-light house parties or out in a motorboat on University Lake to cover the Duke crew as the women practiced for competition, and — surprise! — a camera was there to record the public parking hearings at Duke after other forms of information had stopped publication for the semester. The Duke community recognized the potential for video to act as a means of communication and as a mirror of Duke life. Three and one-half hours of live cablecasts from the Phi Kappa Psi section brought together candidates for ASDU offices to discuss issues and answer questions telephoned in from the watching audience all over campus. The idea of producing a Duke soap opera entitled The Best Years of Our Lives sparked the imagination of many: over 70 people showed up to audition for roles. And people came with their suggestions for programs and their special interests, which resulted in a zany interview with the student locator, shows on dance (black, white, new, old) and jazz (same), a presentation of the art and philosophy of a local Durham sculptor, coverage of the amazing personages participating in the UNC Fine Arts Festival, taping of the state women ' s volleyball championship, a synthesis of the vision of the Society for Creative Anachronism, and much much more. Believe it or not, it wasn ' t easy; peoplepower is video ' s basic resource. A typical production begins with a minimum of six people acting as producer, director, cameraperson, technician, graphics artist and head-end cablecaster. A major effort, such a presenting Duke basketball live, can and did involve up to 14 people working sixteen hours a day — and that ' s just the production crew. And, unlike other media, preproduction time cannot be compressed. By the time the red light goes on in the camera and the audio meters start registering, hours have already been spent connecting and testing, reconnecting (sometimes soldering) and testing again. In the end, setting up a production becomes an art form in itself. It was an incredible first year, a trial-by-fire for Duke students, faculty, and administrators alike, but in the end, only a beginning. With new and improved economic and technical resources available, and with the almost unreal explosion of interest in video as a means of alternative, original programming throughout the Duke and Durham community, next year presents the challenge for Duke Cable to come of age — an experience available to anyone with a strong back and an idea as to how that picture tube window which nearly everyone has can be used. 110 Ill 113 114 115 116 ' ■ 5 • - k -•v ' 1 r ' •Sii. ■■ ' 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 .-- ' f ' 126 127 • ' er ' ! hiHUMj n -•. -i ' -J i . i ' l Ji %iP?r ' : ' ' r1. ' •.- c%-fel 2 ' .J ' ' ' ' ' ,:: ' 128 129 130 131 GREAT START There were 82,000 fans in the Knoxville stadium when Duke took the field against Tennessee. Mike Dunn reflects on the first game of the season: I had high hopes when we were getting ready for the opening game. I had been working hard; all of us had been working hard for the opener. Everyday, three times a day for three weeks, I stepped onto the field with one image in my mind: victory over Tennessee. The stadium was huge and the seats were sold out. A Duke football player gets a chance like this once in a career, once in a lifetime, so I knew I had to be at my best. The Tennessee game. It was one of those times where everyone had a total giving experience. I felt the goodness inside that every player dreams about. We won 21 to 18. I look back on the season, back on the Tennessee game: we played hard schools and we raised a little hell. As a whole, it wasn ' t what everyone was hoping for, but there were some exciting moments. And next year, this upcoming season, there will be more excitement. I believe this season will be wild, fas , more exciting than usual, maybe even super high. And we need enthusiasm; we need the school behind us. Watch closely, we ' re good for the soul. -. , - u MM r  _||rtM jfiGj |y| ' E H Hv tiSl ' ' ' ' ' i. T t • ii i |,;  ' AJ iiHii . ' .►s VV ' J mi: Mi TADlL 135 13B ALLSTARS Westminster Plucky Purcell is the youngest son of an old Virginia family, a once-aristocratic clan which, instead of floundering in Faulknerian funk when it ran out of money, simply blended with good-natured resignation into the lower middle class. Unlike the desperate daughters of those unfortunate Virginia families that have sold their pottage for a mess of birthright, Plucky ' s sisters made no attempt to marry the clan into wealth and society, but settled instead for a barber and a civil engineer, whom, presumably, they loved. Plucky ' s brother, rather than scrambling to rescue a bit of family prestige by entering the medical or legal professions or, preferably, the Episcopalian clergy, played and later coached pro football. In fact, the elder Purcell son was a three-time Ail-American halfback at Duke University. Plucky received an athletic scholarship to the same institution, for scouts who ' d seen him in action at Culpeper High were of the opinion that he would develop into a harder runner if not a more accurate passer than his big brother. That is, scouts who ' d seen Plucky in action on the gridiron. Had they seen him in action on the back roads of Culpeper County, they might have more accurately forecast his future. After a mediocre start his sophomore year at Duke, Plucky blossomed toward the end of the season. In the last three games he scored ten touchdowns, four of them on carries of more than fifty yards. Sportswriters from all corners predicted confidently that Plucky Purcell would run off with national scoring honors the following season. Who among them could have guessed that a week before the season opened. Plucky Purcell would run off to Mexico with the backf ield coach ' s wife? A rather anxious football coach flew to Mexico in pursuit of his wife and her famous athlete lover. While the sporting world reeled from the delicious blow of the scandal, the lovers ate mangoes and fondled one another in the streets of Guadalajara; and that is where he, the husband, caught up with them — in the plaza of the city. Officials had taken his Colt from him at the border, but he had purchased a cleaver from a native butcher and upon spotting the fugitives, sought to put it to grim use. His wife was so weak from love and diarrhea she could neither fight not flee. I ' m like a cream puff with the cream squeezed out, she sighed, and slumped on a bench to accept her fate. Til take care of you later, said her husband and he made a move for Plucky Purcell, Plucky, too, was experiencing a touch of Montezuma ' s revenge but he nevertheless gave the greatest broken-field running performance of his career. Now, the coach, though a bit out of shape, was no lead-footed mover himself, yet after sixteen wild minutes through the narrow streets of old Guadalajara he fell to his knees panting frantically and watched Purcell stiff-arm an orange-juice vendor and disappear down an alley. That midnight, as he nervously checked out of his hotel, Purcell paused to share a short tequila with the desk clerk. He gave the Mexican a true account of the day ' s adventure. ' You are preety lucky, senor, the clerk confided. Not lucky, said Plucky. Plucky. From ANOTHER ROADSIDE ATTRACTION a novel by TOM ROBBINS Reprinted with the permission of Doubleday Company, Inc. 137 1976 Duke University Final Football Statistics Duke 21 Tennessee 6 South Carolina 21 Virginia 31 Pittsburgh (H) 20 Miami 18 Clemson 3 Maryland (H) 31 Georgia Tech (H) 17 Wake Forest (H) 28 North Carolina State 38 North Carolina 234 TOTALS 0pp. 18 24 6 44 7 18 30 7 38 14 39 245 138 it 139 « w i« • ar s iti ■ ' 3i r V.,,. - 4 Jk4 • « k  ♦ 1 C ' 1976-77 Duke University Final Basketball Statistics Wake Forest L 80-81 North Carolina State W 84-82 Johns Hopkins W 85-66 Washington w 83-81 Tennessee w 81-78 Richmond w 65-63 Connecticut w 64-59 East Carolina w 88-65 Rice w 87-77 Davidson w 102-51 Lafayette w 93-77 Clemson L 73-80 North Carolina L 68-77 Virginia w 82-74 Wake Forest L 73-85 North Carolina State L 78-79 West Virginia L 65-70 Duquesne W 76-49 Wake Forest L 80-89 Maryland L 64-65 Virginia W 65-49 St. Joseph ' s W 72-62 North Carolina State L 74-92 Mary and L 72-85 Clemson L 63-67 North Carolina L 71-84 Clemson L 74-82 142 143 tH 144 145 I -- mi mi .r% ' ■i: ' - mt ' 146 147 vV 148 ■.■■ , y.viA.- . ' ro--v-.f y .- • ri ' iii vriHif. ' f. y j- ' fjixfcpr i ; j . tV i- ' -- ' . ■,■■■-?■ ' . ' 4 ' . ' ' . ' , ' .UJi ' --  - ' Vxi( 149 150 151 n « « « - - - i  «fi ■ ' •yft -Cir- ■ ' ■■■ X.J- ' ,■■ a iV IP . Lv ' 156 : ■ •v ; •- i -- - ■ rVria ' -: y;.- .k -V m K =. . ; m ; 1 r eZ 4:w— . • : — r. •• ••• ■ ' -t OTg ; i £ c- -««w  - — - v. V- f W - w:: -. --- % X ■i .f 160 (■ ' •i ! •V - ' 0: ' . i ; ' f -:- . 162 Sounds like a pretty crazy place? Very few of the inmates ever thought it was a madhouse. Sure, we screamed like crazy women and we laughed like morons; but we had more sense than most people. People still think I ' m crazy when I tell them I lived in Hanes House for three years. 163 164 % —  . 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 !ikU t k • 1 7 1 •  j 1 175 ' -iT. 176 177 3mS ek ' 9t06lt r ' ' ' fH ' f JM)Ajfy.t ' : ' S ik=iJr- 6tM.. WINGTIP Strange sensations of a Spring day and escape from the study mongering expected of a student ' s life. I don ' t know what drives me away from the cloistering, my prenatal-like attachment to an odd conglomeration of stones. But I wander outward. Warmth a primary concern, the grass feels cool on my unclad feet. Brightness and a sense of admissible freedom, (Not even a Friday) A few stony steps toward Sarah P., a short physical distance that transforms, transports me momentarily to a different world. Books strewn on the ground, shirt quickly removed, flips of the wrist send small shadows soaring, nearly naked bodies chasing or waiting expectantly, small children laughing and clumsily half running, dogs large and small barking and jumping, sometimes intercepting. The sky is rainbowed. Behind the back, between the legs, off the shoulder, sidearms. Sometime crashes of leaves, sometime skimming the ground, sometime splashes of water, woefully followed by wading slim or waiting time or many fallen branched efforts to retrieve. Strange sensations of a Spring day and pleasure derived from a small plastic disc. f J T i 180 181 182 SCAPES 183 P SOv ' . N m0 M . Z  5 ljvi :. i3i : :.i Lmlt :md:i ..;j r ' • • ' : V.; , 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 Three of Duke ' s most impressive products are its ghosts, its garbage and its graduates. A by-product of the educational process at Duke are its ghosts — the invisible legion of students who have remained in the Durham area after gr aduation. Some stay because they realize that the Triangle area is a rather nice place to live. Others stay because they have formed attachments. A few stay because for various reasons they have nowhere else to go. Not every university produces ghosts, and the fact that Duke does indicates that something of value resulted from undergraduate years spent here. What exactly this something is varies from individual. The ghosts keep this something alive, and further contribute to life at Duke by providing continuity and a sense of community. 194 195 The visible garbage, that which goes into the green containers and is carted away, is but a small part of the immense production. Less visible, but equally significant in any assessment of the university ' s productive capacity, is the unadulteraed garbage of official propaganda, of manufactured student needs and services, of bureaucratic batrachomyomachie, of weekend term papers, of protestations of intense Intellectual curiosity and efforts, of social activities and housing arrangements which foster herd behavior, of skills and knowledge without corresponding ethical perceptions, of departmental pettiness — the list could continue indefinitely. Efficient removal of this less visible worthless and offensive product could perhaps enable this institution to become the university it pretends to be and has the potential of becoming. 196 197 All of this garbage, of course, is incidental to the production of graduates. Duke graduates come in a variety of models. Some are students who have entered into the spirit of the university and have developed the skills necessary for exploring the universe. Others are those who have merely survived four years of work, or who have prepared themselves to be sophisticated members of a country club. There are even graduates who have served their term learning nothing of value because they refused to believe that they could learn anything and, as a consequence, leave Duke holding the same prejudicies with which they entered. If the quality of the product is to be improved perhaps priorities should be changed so as to increase the number of imaginative teachers and reduce class sizes (provided that quality is an Administration objective.) 198 rafc 199 200 Gwen Tate Arens Armstrong Stephen Arnstein Harris Asbeil Todd Atwood ML r 3 r Mb ' ' Wilham Aven Lon Baratz Jane Barnes 201 7T ik Meg Barnhouse Laura Barrett Mark Barry Steven Bartolutti Linda Batwonas Robert Bayles Eftit-- - ■■ ' ' Mark Begandy Steven Beiike k M ' ' k Vickie Benjamin John Berlin Marc Bernstein 202 Joel Sally Dennis David Lee Grover Jonathan Buchanan Buechel Bunton Burk Burnett Burthey Burton 203 John Christanovicz Kyle CItrynell Raymond Claflin Courtney Clark Clausi John Clayton 204 205 John Dolph George Dom Susan Donahue Doug Doores Patrick Drtscoll 206 Jeanne Dul Margaret Duncan Martha Dunn Richard Dunseith Jamin Ekelman Larry Engelman VJcki Enckson Susan Farrar Jean Farrell Diane Duus James Dyer £ik Howard Eisinger Michael Eshleman April Evans George Ferguson ' = Philip Fischer Ross Fogleman Stephen Fowlkes 207 Greg Gallagher r John Gallatee k V Don Friedman Phyllis Frothingham Edward Fudman Woods Garland , ' .,  ' . - George Gehrett Judith Gellman 1 ' !¥ r k E 1 i m - 1 I H . L T- v l George Fultz Gma Gillard Mark Gilliand Richard Glaser f S9li Amy Glassman Ronnie Glickman Craig Gourley Grasmick Grass 208 Lisa James Sophia Wendy Barbara Dale Richard Hatcher Haugh Havasy Havran Hawk Hayes Heckert 209 Darcy Charles Catherine Craig Ellen Humphries 210 Kelley 211 212 213 Christopher Mellon 214 Elizabeth Middleton -4 Laura Middleton Bill Miller n Carol Miller ff 1 r 1 U Ji Richard Miller Peter Milts Stan MoeschI Melissa Moore Wendy Mo ran Hugh Morns Susan Morris Robert Morrison Shahriar Mossaded James Mulchahey John Mulroy Brenda Murphy George Murphy Robert Murray Cynthia Mynatt Deborah New Paul Newby Lou Ann Newman Broadie Newton David NIcolaides 215 ' : -_ 1 Jeanne Osborne ] ' ■• 1 i 1 ' 2 [H SnH H l mj HI: .,;.y ' :- ; • ::; f ' ! 1 Cheryl Overs Jeffrey Olian Elizabeth Norcross Christopher Northup V XI Christopher O ' Dell Charles Ogburn Brian O ' Leary t , Cynthia O ' Neill A - ) . Pam Perdue Barry ParkPr f Vann George Kevin Rebecca Sue Enrique Phiiip Parker Parkerson Patterson Patton Peck Pendosa Penn 216 217 I ' ' - d R Sara Rosenquist Craig Rosenstein 1 f )• J ( - David Robert Julie William Mary Floyd Marie Rosenthal Rosequist Ross Roush Rowland Rowley Rownd 218 Ep BIHHI ■k ' K p i WwWf dl Carolyn Rudd Sandzen Sandford PT Tf Thomas Smith 219 220 iitt i ' William Waddell Marian Wallis 221 Wayne Williams 222 223 A pair of parabolas This year ' s CHANTICLEER is the culmination of the collective energies and experiences of Willy, Russell, Robin-Eve, David, Bill and Scott, as made possible by the Duke Community — to say otherwise would be to lie. People profoundly affecting this experience were ... Ralph Barnette Uncle Chuck Roger Corless Bill Cranford Dave Darling Carolyn Gray Bill Green Bill Griffith Bill Haas Evelyn Hicks Corinne Houpt Tom Mickle Ellen Needleman Stephen Phelps Tom Rob bins Donny Tuck 226 Parabolic Chanticleer Staff Editors Robin-Eve Jasper David M. Watson Photography Editors Willy Chu Russell Dionne Copy Editor William Brown Managing Editor Scott Sokol Business Manager Karen Halgreen contributing photographers David B. Darling Dave Darnell Jay Davidson Chip Howes Robin-Eve Jasper MarkKutler Alden Lancaster Craig McKay Mary Rader Lee Richardson Ted L. Russami Carl Tandatnick David M. Watson contributing writers Todd Atwood Roger Corless Glen Dawson Mike Dunn Robin-Eve Jasper Harold Parker Julie Ross Duke Cable Manes House Women ' s Crew ' A Duke Newton ' s Eureka, ' Horny, and The Comic are reprinted from THE CHRONICLE. 227 228 Special Bonus Parable In a place out of doors, near forests and meadows, stands a jar of vinegar — the emblem of life. Confucius approaches the jar, dips his finger in and tastes the brew. Sour, he says. Nonetheless, I can see where it could be very useful in preparing certain foods. Buddha comes to the vinegar jar, dips in a finger and has a taste. Bitter, is his comment. It can cause suffering to the palate, and since suffering is to be avoided, the stuff should be disposed of at once. The next to stick a finger in the vinegar is Jesus Christ. Yuk, says Jesus. It ' s both bitter and sour. It ' s not fit to drink. In order that no one else will have to drink it, I will drink it all myself. But now two people approach the jar, together, naked, hand in hand. The man has a beard and woolly legs like a goat. His long tongue is slightly swollen from some poetry he ' s been reciting. The woman wears a cowgirl hat, a necklace of feathers, a rosy complexion. Her tummy and tits bear the stretch marks of motherhood; she carries a basket of mushrooms and herbs. First the man and then the woman sticks a thumb into the vinegar. She licks his thumb and he hers. Initially they make a face, but almost immediately they break into wide grins. It ' s sweet, they chime. Swee-eet! From EVEN COWGIRLS GET THE BLUES a novel by TOM BOBBINS. Reprinted with the permission of Bantam Books 229 1 • Winston-Salem M HUNTER PUBLISHING COMPANY k • North Carolina RALEIGH A, HUNTER, III. WINSTON-SALEM. N.C Duke lJnf„e.5,lv Libra,,, D02604710K