University of Iowa - Hawkeye Yearbook (Iowa City, IA)

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The quick and the bed The Prkes and therr Lrttle Sisters go against strff competition as onlookers cheer While the winners enjoyed their victory those who dld not wln could only hope to do bedder next year Early to bed early to ruse another bed crew IS anx- lously poised at the start of another heat ld never even heard of a bedrace before sald freshman Sue Wlese but lt was fun

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Gentlemen U start our bed . ii Racing makes for strange bedfellows, but the Volun- teers for Youth rode their K-Mart Blue Light Special to victory with a time of just over 14 seconds. l On their marks and set. all that the Gamma Phi and Phi Psi's entry in the 7th annual Bedraces need is the word go to start the race down Clinton St. Waiting to man their bed, contestants watch patient- ly for the start of the next heat. Over 20 teams participated in the Sept. 29 event. Race day dawned warm and clear, a welcome sight to participants and specta- tors who had waited two weeks since the seventh annual Bedraces had been post- poned due to rain. Sponsored by the Women's Panhellenic Association and the Chamber of Commerce, the races were rescheduled for Sept. 29 as part of Homecoming activities. With over 20 different organizations taking part, the event was a way to pro- mote relations between the university, the Chamber of Commerce, and the lowa City public, explained race organizer and LII junior Hope Truckenmiller. The early leader was Pi Kappa Alpha, winning the grueling first heat. The race, however, was marred by the injury of freshman Sue Wiese of the Slater Associ- ation, who fell and broke her wrist when her bed went too fast for her to keep up with. lt was still worth it, Wiese comment- ed. l'd never even heard of a bedrace before. lt was fun getting involved, espe- cially since we were the only dorm in the race. Almost all the other participants were sororities and fraternities. With the Slater Association out of the running, the competition was reduced somewhat but still remained formidable. ln the final heat, Volunteers for Youth sped to the finish line in their K-Mart Blue Light Special with a winning time of 14.65 seconds. Pi Kappa Alpha trailed closely behind to take second place. The Llndertakers of Zeta Tau Alpha and Sig- ma Nu took the Best Theme Award with their flowers and tombstones for their slo- gan, Bury the Cats. - Dana Stierman

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Free ime un ldentification, keys and money in pock- et, the group goes first to Maxwell's mati- nee, where no cover charge is necessary. Still carrying backpacks, they meet friends who have saved tables up front. Chairs are rearranged into groups, and the waitresses meander through the maze of tables. Climbing over the banister to the dance floor, a lone couple bounces to initiate oth- ers to join them. During the last set, the dance floor is filled, and the crowd chants and claps for an encore, knowing that if the extra song is not played, the band will eventually return to Iowa City. Liquor is expensive at Maxwell's, so the real drinking has to wait for budget beer at the House of Subs, more commonly known as the House of Pitchers. The early drinkers, priming for a night of bar crawl- ing, irritate the lone students munching on sandwiches. The plastic atmosphere and radio back- ground don't distract the night people from Late night music: Hazel and the Mother Earth Blues Band performs at Maxwell's, one of lowa City's bu- siest places for a night on the town and the dance- floor. TGIF is the word for two University of lowa students at MaxweIl's bar late Friday night. drinking their fill before moving elsewhere. The unattended salad bar, out of view of the apron-clad submarine makers, is prey for those who venture from the walled booths for a carrot or cracker. Quarters are bounced into plastic cups, the objective being for all to drink until drunk. When the glasses are empty, a debate begins about where to go next. A consen- sus is reached: off to the Crow's Nest, to see a band with an unrecogniziable name. The stairs of the loft bar are filled with the waiting, ready to be stamped. Since each band has its own following, the crowd var- ies from night to night. Leftover 60s radi- cals and new wave students can be spotted dimly through the smoky haze. The standing room only crowd gathers at the well-lit bar to watch the bartenders splash the counter and to comment on each costume. The band cranks, and peo- ple gyrate on the dance floor, oblivious of partners. Sophomore Emily Embree ex- 1 l plains her attraction to the bar. This place contains wild creative minds which l tend to gravitate towards. Partially deaf now, threading between sweaty bodies, the group moves on to the Airliner where fitting in is tragic, and not belonging is equally tragic. With few ren- ovations since 1944, the bar reeks of tradi- tion and still contains the original split plas- tic booths and Formica table tops. Greeks congregate in the main room where the afternoon's popcorn is floored, rarely wandering into the Hanger, where the walls are lined with airplane paintings and more serious discussion takes place. You never meet anyone here, says Me- linda Bailey, a junior. You only see people you know. Preppies parade down the aisle wearing the latest L.L. Bean Catalog, searching for faces worth talking to. After seeing and being seen, they move on to the Fieldhouse, where spotting ath- letes in the crowd and maneuvering around l l 2 1 l