Westminster College - Argo Yearbook (New Wilmington, PA)

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4 Jukebox in the TUB keeps the rats ' rocking. Grill WWNW Disc-jockey Kermit Burch cues up a top 40 favorite. Dancers moved their feet on beer gummed floors at the Alpha Sigma Phi house beneath the multicolored glow of tiny lights tucked into the conventional overhead illumina- tion. Brothers and guests joined in singing Kool and the Gang ' s number three bestselling hit, ' Celebrate ' at the top of their collective lungs. On party nights, Phi Kappa Tau rolled ' down ' the rug to protect the regular carpet, and dancers swayed to the pleading strains of Michael Stanley Band saxaphones, while at Theta Chi they jiggled to J. Geils and Pittsburgh ' s Donny Iris. At Sigma Nu ' s infamous midnight parties you could literally ' cut the rug ' dancing in the carpeted livingroom to Frankie Smith ' s funk hit ' Double Dutch Bus ' . Over all, the year was a good one for music: the Rolling Stones ' history-making tour, Stevie Nicks ' first solo al bum, ' Bella Donna ' , and Rick James ' naughty exuber ance. Brooke Shields bombed in the movie ' Endless Love ' but the theme sung by Diana Ross and Lionel Richie be came 1981 ' s number one best selling single and the pedes trian favorite of lovestruck couples at formals and soror ity candle lights. The J. Geils Band scored a number one hit, ' Centerfold ' , the same week they appeared in concert at Westminster. Whether you hated it or loved it, all that punk, funk and jazz combined to make this a toe tappin ' , finger snappin ' , memorable year, g] Shelley Davies Brian Montgomery and disco beat. Linda Hardy move their C. feet to the Emerson Music 7

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I love rock and roll so Put Another Dime in the Jukebox, Baby ' Senior John Locke listens to a favorite tune on his ' homemade ' system. Nothing jogs the memory like music. A few bars of a favorite tune conjure up more than just the song; it brings back all the emotions and sensations of where and when the song was first heard. On campus, music could be found almost everywhere from the college radio station where D.J.s talked up the tunes of Styx and Stevie Nicks to the biology lab where future doctors dissected to the beat of Y103 or WSRD coming over the bio-telemetry monitor. During the warmer months, Russell and Eichenaur halls battled it out like dueling jukeboxes as stereo buffs blasted thousands of decibles out of their open windows. In Ei- chenaur every room had at least one stereo, the technol- ogy of which was far above the ' close and play ' variety. Some were multi-thousand dollar extravaganzas like the one put together by senior John Locke. Locke estimates that he has $4,500 to $5,000 invested in his Onkyo system which boasts 1 10 watts per channel, an integrated amplifi- er and a noise reduction unit for the tape deck. While enjoying the entertainment center housed in a sleek cabi- net that he built, Locke said, I got it sophomore year, and since then we ' ve had as many parties as we can get away with. Where there is music there is dancing. For Westminster students, fraternity houses were the favorite places to boogie on down. 6 Music

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Excerpts from the Fall ... I see trees aflame with color . . . golden yellows, burnt oranges, livid reds and ashen browns. Their hues, smoldering in the morning sun, fan to a fiery brilliance at dusk. Fall ... I think of bulky sweaters retrieved from the trunk, of apple cider and cinnamon donuts, of pumpkins and hayrides and Halloween parties, of homecoming floats and football games. I feel the chill of the morning hours. I see the mist rising up from the lake. The tempera- All the world ' s a stage and I ' m the master performer. ture drops a few degrees and the steaming lake cools. I ' m late. It rained. And now everyone can watch my perfor- mance. I parade into class anticipating everyone ' s amuse- ment at my appearance. My normally manageable if Winter . . . and the trees, their flames now quenched, somewhat unruly mop of hair frizzes and spreads like a etch their silhouettes into the sky. Their branches cross in head of beer or a clowns curls. My sneakers will squish all a complicated latticework. I view their patterns through the way to the only open seat in the room. The front row, the haze of my breath ... it smokes like a dragon ' s in the of course. I guess I really should invest in an umbrella ... air for a moment and sinks to its final resting place among but that would spoil the fun. the icy blades of grass. Diary of a Weatherman 8 Weather