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About Campi Sin, te: By Chuck Cromer and Billy Cox In concluding our public service work tor Dotn potential and veteran boozers, the "round-about-townboys" visited the bar chain on the infamous Rosewood Strip. Earlier, as you recall, we offered our reviews ot bars within walking distance of the campus. The Rosewood Strip, on the other hind, is the hotbed of sin and t( inptation and is best reached by c;n\ ambulance or paddy wagon. Tally-llo Lounge W" began our trip with a brief e::cursio!. into the Tally-Ho Lounge, which squats across from the fairgrounds and behind the Skyway Lrive in. On our excursion, we fo'jnri the Tally-Ho loungers to be by far the easiest persons to categorize. Unless completely immersed into the ureex scfMie, one wouia proDaoiy feel out of step here. Its somewhat isolated location virtually knocks it off the mainstream of a regular barhopper's route. Therefore, it caters to a highly-specialized type who knows where to look for it. TheTally-Ho features a different mixed drink on sale every night at $1 or less, while on other nights they are priced from $1.25 to $1.75. Draft runs at 35 cents while bottled and-or canned beer goes from 55 cents to 05 cents. Even though parking facilities are minimal at best, one may V* rv/\f r\ I rv r-v till i ki ( i\ /\ /-J %? i >/\ r\ iu |;u 11 imu ui%j ui ivc-in diiu leave the car there. If he meets someone in the Tally-Ho who is willing, he can take her to drive-in darkness where they might tickle each other's fancy. Otherwise, parking procedures are unimaginative. The Tally-Ho itself is a small, underseated building in which fraternities and sororities thrive and nourish themselves. Sororities nonollir o if a r\i rfKtn uouunjf IJCI v t i\cg lllgllia U1I *?CU" nesdays, and sometimes Columbia College "women" have special nights. The walls are dotted with funny pictures and letters, usually from venerable Greeks of times past, "wanting to thank y'all so much for thn hp<it hirthrlnv nnrtv pupr " -'--V - V ^?V1 I^rinn vnri Daniken to lecture i VarvavtiMHaMMMMiwniiiiii IS OipitliH mm The Gamecock For all the competition it meets throughout Columbia, the Tally-Ho stands like an eternal Greek rest home, a Rock of Ages of brotherhood. Like elephants returning to a graveyard, the, Greeks ultimately return here to wash themselves away as they ii/ofnh fhnir fnn/lncf VY UlVll llJV.lt IU1IUVOI 1I1V1I1W1 ICO flash before them oil a slide projector. That's right. The TallyHo frequently offers slide presentations of famous campus Greeks in assorted poses, such as standard hand-on-hip-beer-inright-hand, or basic hand-on-girlbeer-in-left-hand. In a sense, the I'ally-Ho is the ultimate trip. Tabard Inn A good beer-bottle's fling away is the Tabard Inn. Parking accomodations in the rear, complete with gutted wrecks of automobiles and enough craters to rival a scene at the Western Front, are less than encouraging. Memberships, according to a bartender, are $5 for students and Author Erich von D'aniken ' 7:30 p.m. Tuesday in Caroli \r? A/\ j vuu l^cuinvtru, c* **u-ycai"-uiu has published four books de; theory that the earth was visi times by astronauts from ; system who planted the sec :?4: 1: ? i:- ? iniu tuuciy & civiuzcuiuii. The lecture will inclu presentation and a display stones discovered in Peru, are carved with many type indicating a lost civilizatior and showing that man once c dinosaurs, von Daniken say The audience will have an i I A A A t ? r Enterta $3 for nonstudents. Draft beer is 50 cents, except during Happy Hour, when it drops to 30 cents. Mixed drinks at Happy Hour prices are $1, and from $1.25 to $2 at other times. One of the most common comnlaintc cnrfanoc nhnnt ToKipH piMllltU UIUI ?.J V44 1 CAV-V-O UI7t/Ul 1 UUCU U is a jukebox crammed with an overabundance of some of the more persistently-forgettable oldies. And on a busy night, members often feel like they're walking up a one-way street as they try to elbow through tightlycongested walkways. Confusing, too, is the decor. Puzzled by the carpet lining which coats the walls at the entrance to the restrooms, we concluded that it must serve as a safety device which prevents members from cutting their heads as they fall down. And the red and white checked tablecloths gave us the lami impression 01 a n.uropear atmosphere, perhaps of the country Greece (you know--thc Greeks). Tabard's is a good place to han? will lecture at na Coliseum. Swiss native, aling with his 2S JzMMI ted in ancient another solar ;ds that grew ide a slide WL ^ of petroglyph These stones s of pictures, i of eons ago o-existed with . J opportunity to ^^^^8 the lecture. osewoo ' //V'^ iSniMAii# out, though. With a sprawling bar stretching from near the entrance to the rear, it is the ideal spot to stand, lean, drink, and drool over guys and girls who pass. Tabard's also has a large dance *U : 1: 1 nuui iui muse t>u meiiiifu. conversely, at the very rear of the building is a pool room, for those who want to get away from the dancing masses. Tabard's continues to be a singles bar, though it is different i from its past reputation of beine a Greek entrenchment. No longer do large, hungry-eyed packs of sorority sisters lie waiting to ask i "What fraternity are you in?" > Instead, Columbia College females anxiously await the : ciiance wnen u win De meir turn to i smile and say, "No." I Indeed, Tabard's will survive the - drought as long as word games ; i fiiutin pupui?r. l s Sluggers Saloon * After surveying the Tabard Inn, \ we walked downstairs to the \ I asK questions at tne end 01 1 'i 11 in on R T ^/Pf/ M 1 Ol . A d Strip Slaggers Saloon. This was the original private-membership niteclub that revolutionized the concept of the public bar. Their success three years ago motivated other bars to adopt membership policies. Slaggers has little to recommend it anymore as a place to barhop. It is constantly crowaea wnicn makes it stuffy, hot and nauseating. A large immobile mob of drinkers usually develops around the entrance causing a traffic jam that is hard to penetrate without a machete. A good many tables are located throughout the bar if the barhopper is able to wade through the mass of flesh to conquer them. Tape music and a jukebox coexist in Slaggers but not harmoniously. Some couples on the dingy, cramped dance floor that is tucked away in one corner of the bar seem to become confused as to what their partners are dancing to. One couple we saw had the girl shagging to the jukebox sounds of \/ n A TU? c..?u:? T> 1 ?i.; i _ I\.V . <11111 1IIC OUIISIIIIlt* Oil I 111 Willie her male partner was trying to bump to the taped music of the James Gang. r.ven u you preicr not to dance, the music will overwhelm your conversation because it's iust too damn loud. Slaggers is a membership club for males only and a come-anytime dump for single females. Drinks are expensive in comparison to most other establishments. Both couples and singles hibernate within its dark and damp confines. : - At? ^ - -1 oiaggurs is me main jock hangout on campus. All of your favorite athletic figures hang out there, ready to pounce on any chick that may happen to recognize them. Sometimes when they get drunk (yes, believe it or not, jocks do got inebriated), flying missiles in the forms of beer bottles and hrlft fJ1 Q C CAC UI Mil ^IWOOLO UU11111ICX It IKIC Oil . Slaggers has little to recommend it unless you like hot, smoky, noisy and crowded surroundings. For us, it was a relief to leave. Opus Apart from the frenzy of frantic drunks, lines waiting for a shot at clogged toilets and deafening but empty barroom rhetoric is the unobtrusive Opus, which we almost drovp nnst A small, dark establishment which was carved from an old boarded-up gasoline station, the Opus goes almost out of its way to remain unnoticed. Somehow, like a muddy rain-drenched mongrel puppy, the drab-looking building can exude a peculiar air of intimacy, if given the chance. Once inside, it is easy to see why the Opus attracts only a select group of patrons. It contains about 15 small tables, a chess set on the counter for the mentally com peient, a tootsball table, a mock fireplace on the other side and a picture of Sir Winston Churchill which gives inspiration to sudssipping. Although the'Opus does have a jukebox, it lacks a dance floor. But then again, doing the funky chicken to tunes like the Kingston Trio's VTom Dooley" and Peter, Paul and Mary's "If I hail a I i ? ? ? ? 1 1 * ri<iiiiinn wouki enanenge , anyone's rhythmic dexterity. Friends tend to congregate in See KOSKWOOD. Page 10