THE DAILY
TAP
HCEL
Saturday, November 2, 1929
The Decorative Valine of Football
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By Mary deB. Graves
The athletes of ancient
Greece, no doubt, in the eyes of
some art critics could put it all
over our present-day football
players in respect to costume,
which, according to thex sculp
tors, never consisted of anything
more than a bit of vegetation,
while of course our boys are al
most completely covered by bul
bous uniforms. But for lovely
surroundings even fair Greece
could not surpass a contest held
in our stadium on a sparkling
October afternoon. Grass; sky,
and foliage lend charm and color
to the white concrete bowl fitted
so gracefully into the gentle
curves of the valley. Spectators,
who individually might not take"
a prize at a beauty show, col
lectively make an interesting,
harmonious panorama of a
myriad hues. And to the mod
ern eye there is, even beauty in
the-trim efficiency of our players'
uniforms.
As one sits on the South
Stand of the Kenan stadium one
sees, through the opening of
fifty feet or so between the
stands at the western end, a
delightfully sylvan vista of pine
trees. As evening advances
long, smooth shadows also ad
vance upon the green surface of
the field until one looks over
these to a sunny spot in the
woods beyond, which might
make a dwelling place for
nymphs. Around the field the
spectators, forming many blobs
of gay colors, send up airy
clouds of smoke from hundreds
and thousands of cigarettes.
These clouds form a blue arid
lavendar autumnal haze as ef
fective as Nature's own and of
its essence native to Carolina
where most of the tobacco is
grown for these loyal smokers.
Above the stands in the cen
terjsoar two slim flag poles, one
behind each central box. Be
hind these, and forming a per
fect background, are the pine
trees, and above their, rich
green the bluest of skies across
which sails an orange-bodied,
silver-winged airplane. At the
East end of the stadium, snug
ly settled on the emerald sward,
stands the field house. 'Only one
thinks of sitting rather than
standing, for it looks so comfort
ably ensconced in its nest' of
green like a house in a fairy
tale. Behind it again we have
a beautiful background of soar
ing pines, perfectly setting off
the pinkish, tiled roof. From the
chimney there rises a spiral of
smoke produced by the furnace
for heating water for the play
ers,, which gives a cozy air of
hominess. Beside the cream
stucco walls is the stand for
colored spectators, who also send
up their incense of North Caro
lina smoke. A peaceful scene,
one might almost say.
But there is no peace. Amid
wild cheers out trot the players
in snappy uniforms. Last year
our boys contributed their bit of
color with orange' jerseys. This
year they were '. not ' , so gaily
garbed. Of course, as we have
remarked, the Greek' uniforms
provided by Nature may have
been more graceful, but the ab
solute utility of those of today
compare with them as does the
automobile compare with the
horse. New times, new types of
beauty. With their function in
mind one can admire the smooth
tan leather helmets fitting so
snugly the heads they are de
signed to protect from buffets,
the jweli-padded shoulders, the
well-padded breeches sturdy
brown legs are better, however,
than striped stockings and then
the shoes so adroitly fashioned
to grip the turf. When , these
admirably armored armies trot
but, some lifting their feet -like
sportive colts, no wonder the
stands rise and shout. They are
a superb sight. Their beauty
thrills the crowd.
And the band. Our band
prances out in uniforms of blue
and white. The blue is not the
pale anaemic shade sometimes
used by us, but a vigorous blue
with a kick to it, deeper than
the blue of the October sky and
yet akin to it. The white braid,
the cap3, are jauntily worn by
all the young men, but best of
all is the drum major with his
slim figure, and his snappy strut.
As his silver baton catches the
sunlight, his crested head reared
high, he is as wonderful as a
Russian dancer, v
In this scene of variegated
movement, and color each on
looker may find some particular
aspect most charming, depend
ing upon his point of view. To
the undergraduate no doubt the
accompanying flapper is the
piece de resistance; to the proud
papa, clamping his cigar and
leaning forward resting on his
baywindow, the substituting son
enveloped in a blanket on the
players' bench; to the Chapel
Hill mother the little boy in
khaki knickers scampering out
on the West end of the field be
yond the goal posts, where he
and his kind gambol and frolic
like puppies, seeing none of the
plays yet imagining they are
football fans. Any mother can
safely let her eyes keep track
of her youngster as he nimbly
scales the wall separating the
field from the spectators, flies up
the steps, or attempts to climb
the flagpole, since the absolutely
fool-proof announcing system
has been installed. She may
even plan her Thanksgiving din
ner while her ears take in the
fact that Rothstein is every
where, or that the last forward
pass has been intercepted. If
her ears by chance fail she is
saved by a quick glance at thej
score board. .
Gone forever is one featured
the old football the masculine
smile of superiority. The wise
and the dumb are now on an
equal footing. The amplifying
trumpets, gracefully shaped and
clustered on a tall pole high
above one's head in front of the
stands, emit sounds which sug
gest mightily the voice of Jupi
ter. As it thunders on and on,
giving clearly minute and pre
cise details of the plays, one won
ders at times if it is really bet
ter to be wise than simple.
There was something mentally
restful about the old way of sit
ting like a lizard, sunning your
self with the peace of your
somewhat fogged mind, only
occasionally disturbed by a few
tart explanations from an es
cort. Now even the clingingestJ
vine cannot think up a question
to ask her Brave, for, no mat
ter how much of a real he man
he is, he knows no more about
whatss going on down there on
the grass than she does. And,
as though the flow of exact in
formation from the trumpets in
the sky were not enough, there
emerges the Jovian admonition:
Let's have quiet in the stands
rquiet please !" Surely nobody
but an Olympian would dare
make such a suggestion with the
ball on the five-yard line and
three (towns to go. Well, times
do change and maybe the gods
are coming into their own again.
There is another difference in
the great game noticeable to the
flapper of an earlier era, and
that is the scarcity of bouquets
adorning the feminine forms.
years ago at the Army-Navy
games violets and chrysanthe-.
mums were on sale everywhere
among the crowd, and we felt
as bereft of proper attire as
Eye if our attendants did not see
to it that we had at least one
huge golden crysanthemum or
an equally mammoth bunch of
violets. In Northern climes fur
coats have always predominated,
but here if one sees a student in
a shaggy fur coat it is a shock:
and squirrel, mole or lynx on a
woman is the mark of a Spartan
nature able to endure torture for
the sake, of vanity, for the sun
shines brightly and sometimes
early in the season stout ladies
in silk dresses adhere to the con
crete.
Carping , critics have made
sharp comments on the modern
trend from the classics, to ath
letics. They say that when
alumni with f at pocketbooks and
paunches foregather it is not for
the purpose of discussing the
latest post-graduate scientific
courses, or the size of . the medi
cal laboratory, but that the tie
that binds these earnest spirits
is to see Smith put in as fullback,
or to secure a coach who can
guarantees successful season on
the gridiron. The highbrows
discern nothing in this zeal for
athletics but materialism. The
thought arises, however, that
perhaps after all there is a crav
ing for beauty and color in the
lives of these doctors, lawyers
and manufacturers, unsuspected
even by themselves, which is sat
isfied by the spectacle of a foot
ball game, played by. perfectly
formed youths in a beautiful
stadium on a lovely Indian Sum
mer day. Perhaps when loyal
Carolinians rise to sing "I'm a
Tarheel born, I'm a Tarheel
bred, and when I die I'll be a
Tarheel dead," they look about
them at the "sailing pines," at
the simple Grecian symmetry of
the stadium, at the incense float
ing up from the Golden Leaf that
has made many of them rich, and
they become not merely sport
fans but in reality true wor
shippers' of Beauty singing its
hymn of praise.
German vClub Selects
Leaders For Dances
(Continued from first page)
Jackson, Allen Boren, Bill
Adams, and Fred Carr.
John Gillespie was elected
leader of the sophomore hop
which will be given during the
fall dances. IJenry Stultz and
Peter Gilchrist were elected as
sistants. The leader of the Jun
ior Prom will be Willis Hender
son with Sam McConnell and
Gregory Peeler as assistants.
All elections were unanimous.
The Thanksgiving dances will
be held during the Thanksgiving
holidays beginning Friday, No
vember 29, and ending Saturday
night, November 30. The dates
of the Midwinter dances have
not been announced.
BOYHOOD DREAM COMES
TRUE FOR RICHARD DIX
Thirteen years ago a boy saw
the stage play "The Boomerang"
ten times. Then an ambition
was born to play the lead in that
play. That boy was Richard
Dixthe place was New York.
That boy's dream has now ma
terialized, in Hollywood, where
he has just completed the all
talking Paramount picture "The
Love Doctor," the screen name
of the stage play. s
"The, Love Doctor," like its
stage predecessor, is a, farce
comedy of a promising young
society doctor who is a very con
firmed bachelor yet gives all
his friends advice on their love
affairs. His first patient is a
young social scion whose love
left him as soon as their en
gagement, was announced. His
mother, fearing for his health,
brought him to "The Love Doc
tor" who decided that some good
advice and a. rest was all he
needed. The young chap was
bundled off to the country
a beautiful nurse, who was
secretly in love with the doctor.
WHEN IN DURHAM
meet and eat at the
Silver Moon Cafe
Opposite Bus Station
DURHAM, N. C.
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EYES CORRECTLY FITTED
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TODAY
Special
Morning
Matinee
10:30
RICHARD
DIX
in
"The Love Doctor"
LISTEN in!
Listen in ! Dix's
greatest laugh-maker.
The talking
riot from the hilar
ious play, "The
Boomerang."
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