Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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were especially gAlling, as though they were grand duchesses slumming in the artisan section of London. Geoff Darling, Betty Woodruff and I were sitting in the Golden Spur that Thursday evening before Homecoming Week, talkingand wasting time pleasantly before closing. Tom came rushing in, he had been in the darkroom all af ternoon and evening. "I can't take it any more," he said. "Those Homecoming Queen candidates and their boyfriends in the darkroom, arrrgh." He sat down for a few minutes until he had to go back and grab some prints out of the wash. Chuck Cromer was worried. Worry is a state that Chuck never really escapes from. -He had just survived the headaches and hassles of dealing with Joe Walsh's managers, a group of blood leeches who had left Chuck debilitated. No time for rest, though. The New Riders concert was upon him and he had to rush around and check all the underpinnings and hope that there would be a good turn out. If there wasn't, the Contemporarty Sounds committee was in trouble. Tickets weren't going well and Chuck was starting to worry. Brian Kierce was a lot less vocal. The chief engineer of WUSC-AM had arranged the technical side of Cockfest for the three years that it has been in existence. Sometimes, Brian would stay up as long as 36 hours at a stretch, carefully and precisely editing the tapes for the skits, sitting in Studio C of WUSC while the air conditioner kept the temperature at about 60 degrees. He had two years under his belt this time and things went smoother. Alan Rosenblum pulled out. He told Millory Merchant that he didn't have time to help with Homecoming. He said that he should have pulled out earlier, but that he had tried to stay and help the Homecoming Committee as long as he could. He said that there 0OOeee 0 .... 00000..med,0n toee wihn *The Scr and make Fohi were a lot of people trying tiara, but "they couldn't get it together." You couldn't miss them. The candidates' pictures were plastered all over the wall just inside the ramp entrance to Russell House. I had gone to the third floor by the elevator and had not seen them. Tom said that he wanted to take a look at the ones he had done to see how they stacked up against the others. So we went down and looked. His work out shone all the rest there. Contrast, focus, compositon, his pictures had it all. He didn't vote, though. The long lines were gone by the time I got to the Coliseum in the late afternoon. The woman at the desk said, "I can only give you a single, that's all I have." I told her that was fine and she handed me a yellow ticket with a red rooster on it and punched my fee card. It was a lousy seat, Section 52, Row 19, Seat 13. In the end zone. But it was noteworthy. It was the first football ticket I had picked up in four and half years of at tendance at USC. I decided to go to Cockfest. It was my last time around, one way or the other and I wanted to see what Brian had spent so much time on. Jim Elliot was there, down from Greensboro. He was testing some new speaker cabinets. Great bass response as Shawn Phillips showered the incoming crowd which would number about 3,000. The various fraternities and sororities clustered themselves so that they could scream when their organization was mentioned. It was corny, pure collegiate rah rah cron. Bob Fulton and Dave Wright put each other down, the band did the fight song and Mrs. Garnet and Black coyly pulled out the winning numbers for an autographed football and a hanging valise. Dietzel couldn't be there, but everyone came to their feet cheering when Frank McGuire came out. McGuire bolstered the collective school spirit with an understated pep talk and surprisingly admitted CREV IVE anTRV RENCH WAIS' JEANS The French l has a high ai with small h The legs har in crease the4 the flowing I wdriver has a 2-nhcis rise and long straight legs rcw$lver pocket i e laue buckle l a us te hottest item e scene. Iriver :21 Main St. (nne to Camoli.aTh..i that the aisketball team "Would have to hustle"to win this season. Then he took his turn at the squirrel cage and drew the winning name for a trip to Montreal. The skits weren't bad, con sidering where they were and the theme that their writers had to work with. "Once Upon A Time In Carolina," or having the skits based on Fairy Tales. Zeta Tau Alpha's skit was based on the Wizard of Oz and some guy down front evidently knew the girl playing Dorothy and kept yelling out "Yay, Zeta!" at the top of his lungs, embarrassing the poor girl to death. The fellow sitting beside the screamer tried to place his hands over his mouth but it did not good. "Yay, Zeta!" continued to pour out. Good clean fun. Cockfest was just that and a lot of credit for its success goes to Brian Kierce, who pulled it together magnificently. I missed New Riders, choosing instead to go out to Pine Island for the College of Journalism's Homecoming bash and more coincidentally, birthday party for the College's dean, Dr. A.T. Scroggins. The Student Government has made no secret of its desire to have Green St. closed and so the giggling being heard lately was over the prospect that it would be closed during Saturday morning and afternoon. I parked my car at the metered lot just off the remains of Sumter Street. The promises were great flower sales, a band in the middle of the street, free drinks, a regular carnival! I got out of the car and walked up the middle line of Green Street. Gary Cooper in a red crewneck sweater. Then I began noticing that the people on the sidewalk were giving me sidelong glances as though I was doing something totally outrageous. The street is closed! Look, you can do it. It was no better when I got to Russell House. There were people 01 ItI et oos 0 sw Wast a .*.*ban * a sew* sitting in the street in front of the flatbed truck that supported the band, but the majority of people were on either side of the street. When someone crossed the street, -they crossed at the crosswalks and I saw several of them look both ways before crossing. Old habits are hard to break. The Student Government was selling T-shirts as though there was no tomorrow and the band dragged on. The prevailing mood was one- of unrelenting boredom. The Union, crack planners that they are, ran out of flowers and had to shut up their booth. There was a cafe-type thing set up near the entrance to the Russell House parking lot. The sign said "Sit Down. We Will Serve You." But there was no one to serve. A Chinese sat behind a table which help some oriental delicacy. Very carefully he picked out a fly with a pair of chop sticks. Frisbees had started flying by this time. A few of the people had gotten into the spirit by an hour before the street was to open. Here and there an occasional alumnus and his family strolled through. One such unit was especially amusing, the woman spitting fire from her eyes, seeing and condemning alt, especially attractive coeds. The day lurched along in such a fashion until it was time for the big game. Living about 10 blocks from the stadium, I decided to hoof it. I made it there in 13 minutes, far less time than many of the Cadillacs and Thunderbirds J passed along the way. The State Fair was all lit up, like a tacky and gaudy Christmas tree. The High way Patrolmen, their bellies over their belts, commanded the situation with one hand in the air and one hand on'a flashlight. The stream caught me up and I was anonymous, snapping back into focus when I saw something amusing. "Full Scholarship Donor," the tab inbedded in the asphalt said. The bar's open. I could see through the windshield of the camper as the smiling man poured some more amber colored liquid into the matron's plastic highball glass. The scene was repeated several times as I passed the campers on the asphalt in the shadow of the Cockpit. 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It was a lot darker over there and I was nearly run down by a full scholarship donor as he barrellassed his Buick across the asphalt, determined to show his masculinity and not miss the kick off. I glared at him, but one ca;mot get through to stupid men, I was caught in another flow. Students all dressed up in clothes that could have been found in Gentlemen's Quarterly or Glamour two years ago. Some of the women had on those flowers known as Homecoming Mums, the ugliest concoction since the orchid wrist corsage. It was amusing and sad to see them dp some of the women, the mum making the only curve that the woman had. I saw several people that I knew and I had the oddest sensation of being caught somewhere where I shouldn't be. I took my seat and soon became aware of the only two smells in the air. One was bourbon and the other was roasted peanuts. Strange. "Hey, could somebody shut Bryant Wright up?" Never having attended a football or, for that matter, basketball game, I had never seen the cheerleaders in action before. Bryant was at the far end of the stadium from me, but he had a microphone that blasted to the whole section. People yelled rude things at him but Bryant was at the other end and could not have heard them. . The head cheerleader was all spiffy in what tooxed to be a crimson crushed velvet dinner jacket, something I haven't seen since my last high school prom. Bryant was having problems. The crowd was bored. They wouldn't cheer or anything and Bryant was clearly a drowning man. "Now come on, people. Show a litttl spirit. I know you,aren't. real excited." Bryant cajoled, reprimanded and scolded and still the crowd remained on their duffs and out of reach. 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