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PartyTime Is Here Again...ocooscocccooocooocooooccosocosoooooooGood morning and welcomeback to Stanford, gang! You’ve all been admitted here because you can count up to 1052: those of you on scholarships line up to the left; you others can park your lincolns on the right.Where do / stand? you ask. I work my way through college, sir, and am proud of it! Why, I do odd jobs down here at the Daily office — sweeping, polishing chairs, cleaning the lint out of the AP teletype machine.Sometimes around 11 p.m. they let me pick up the pizza wrappers and pop tops off the floor; I even get to keep these nice, shiny treasures as a reward for my hard work.But I’m not always in the office, though: I work the streets, selling Dailies dorm to dorm. Four years now, and I’ve built up a clientele certain that their dimes are getting them the cheapest Dailies on campus. They’re happy, and so am I: dimes are nice and shiny too.So much for me. And don’t wait for me to ask about you. I tried that last year, remember? “Send me your funny experiences, send me your tired and huddled masses yearning to be free, send ...” And what did I get for all my trouble?I got three letters: one telling me a great story about a vegetable grocer I could interview if only hehadn’t died two months before; the second, a lengthy manuscript from a student who now has a column of his own and probably curses himself for wasting the postage; and the third from a women working somewhere on the University staff, who offered me generous praise, but when I called her extension to thank her, could not remember my name.So save your letters to the Daily for really important issues, such as how late the DU’s kept Storey awake last night, and what the political and religious significance is of the Dollies’ wearing red tops but white boots.You’ll be too busy to write anyway, what with bills to pay, books to buy, checks to cash, out-of-stock books to reorder, and trips to Telegraph Avenue (Cal Books, Berkeley Books, Textbook Exchange... ).Have fun: I had mine inMichigan with the Band. (I went there to see how right those Mastercharge ads are about “Anywhere in America You’re Going, We’ll Be There.” By the time my dad gets next month’s bill, I’ll be in San Juan!)Being on a road trip with the Band in a strange eastern town is an experience that will live with me all my days. And you might just like to learn what happened since it’s YOUR money that helped make it possible.THE STANFORD DAILV is an independent student newspaper owned and published by the Stanford Daily Publishing Corporation Monday through Friday during the academic year except dead and finals we**k.Telephone: Editorial, 321-2300, ext. 4632; Business, 327-4150 or 321-2300. ext. 2554.Editorials represent the opinion of a majority vote of the Daily editorial board, composed of 15 editors and four at large members elected by the staff.Letters, columns and cartoons on the opinions pages represent only the views of their authors. Nothing on the opinions pages represents a position of the Daily staff, the ASSU or the University.Subscription rates: in the U.S., Canada and Mexico, $15 per year, $8 per quarter. Send check or money order in advance only to the Daily, Storke Student Publications Building, Stanford, California, 94305.(Entered as second class matter at the Post Office of Palo Alto under the act of March 3, 1897.)Editor ...... Jim WascherBusiness Manager................................Mike KrugerManaging Editor.................................Stan WilsonAdvertising Manager............................Don TollefsonExecutive News Editor............ Rich JaroslovskyNews ........ Glenn Kramon, Mark SimonianAssociate Editor..............................Doyle McManusOpinions..................... Christy WiseEntertainment ....................George Dobbins, Terry AnzurSports.......................................Dave RobinsonFootball Issues.................................Vlae KershnerFeatures......................................Claire SpiegelStaff Editor ..................... Buz BattlePhotography ..................Andrew Bridges, Stuart LumTONIGHT'S STAFF NIGHT EDITOR: Bruce Kadden PHOTO LAB: Bill Euphrat WIRE EDITOR: Jon BraunNIGHT STAFF: Kitty Patterson, Joe Ramek, Doug Wessel, GlennGarvinc Jerry ColemanWe drove 57 hours straight to Ann Arbor — stopping only when a tire on one of the rented vans lost its tread in the Nevada desert, and when we discovered that only five gas stations were open in Salt Lake City after 10:00 p.m. and four were out of gas.Two hours of sleep in as many days and what do we do when we arrive? Party! A local pizza and beer joint called the Brown Jug may never forget the Stanford Band.Finding the drinking age to be 18, the Bandsmen ordered anunending stream of pitchers and proceeded to Zoom, Schwartz, and Profigliano themselves into inebriation. (Those last three Albanian words are the name of an arcane drinking game and Band Puberty Rite.)Then we went to bed, right? No, some red-hots sang their own version of the Michigan fight song to numerous campus sororities.Speaking of sororities, the five dollies were sequestered in Alpha Gamma Delta for the week, and invited me and two fellow Theta Xi-Bandsmen over for a late evening snack. To the average Stanford male familiar with coeducational living, the following will sound extreme.We males waited outside while the girls asked their hosts for our permission to enter. As potential defilers of sacred womanhood and soilers of the elite, we were finally admitted only under the proviso that we keep our voices down and our bodies downstairs.At that point, I seriously considered donning a gorilla suit and pounding on the keys of the baby grand piano with dead mackeral to protest our treatment. But it was only later, as we helped the Gamma Delta Dollies with the dishes, that we learned a rush party in progress upstairs had been responsible for our limited welcome. Party over, the girls really opened up; we even got to chat with the House Mother!TTie following day, Michigan Band Director George Cavender welcomed us and praised our “esprit de corps.” To his own hand he stated, “Crudeness, vulgarity, obscenity in music always goes hand in hand with immaturity: the signs of asophomoric intellect! ’ 1Did he mean us? Judge for yourself Saturday when you see our half-time show. I’ve got to sign off now, so until then, remember: never accept candy from strangers!(Jerry Coleman is a regular Daily columnist.)
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Stanford Daily
Stanford, California, US
Wed, Sep 26, 1973
Page 5
Full Page
Clipped by
Ben Z.
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