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May 1, 1993
The Panther
Page 6
UJHOOT.... HERE IT IS!
R VERR IN REUIEIO
Cafeteria: "I’m Broke and I’m Still Hungry”
By KJV. White
Assistant Editor Lifestyles/
Entertainment
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It’s been an unappetizing
year for those who had to eat
at Bumstead/Ware Cafeteria.
Many readers may remember
the first article on the quality
of the food and service of the
cafe, well, unfortunately there
is more.
For starters there have
been three managers in one
year. One person became
supervisor/food thief, who
was accused of giving away
food to employees.
Presently, there is a new
manager, Fiddle Dee, or is it
Fiddle Dumb, who has
difficulties in controlling the
staff. For instance, some of
the employees find time to
mingle with the students,
take meal breaks and don’t
let me forget one of the
freshman employees who
beats the students to the
drink machine for a drink.
Then there are some who find
trying to “rap” to the ladies of
Bumstead/Ware Halls more
important than the food
preparation.
Hours of operation are
worse than before. Hope you
like to eat and run, and run
to eat, because the workers
rush students to eat when
you had to wait in line for 20-
30 minutes, and wait for clean
silverware and glasses (that
may burn your hands),
because of the workers
extracurricular activities and
attitudes.
Shall I fill you in on how
some of the employees cook
enough food for themselves,
but we students must salvage
our hunger pangs for the
paltry portions we are served,
and confront an attitude if
we request seconds.
The meal quality is as
equally distasteful as the
service and management.
Breakfast still consists of
“those can’t be eggs”, bacon
that gets more greasy with
each day, “I guess it’s combeef
hash” and sausage that my
mother would have me clean
the pots and pans with.
The waffles may be ALL
YOU CAN EAT, but by the
time you wait in line to use
the one iron that is working
right, there is no batter left or
it’s time for your class.
Unfortunately, the best part
of breakfast, the one thing
you can't mess up, the little
pastries, have been
discontinued. By the way,
what happened to the
toaster?
Lunch and dinner both
consist of the same thing.
Everyday there is a choice of
mystery meat, “had to mix it
with something” rice, or that
which we can figure out the
A Weekend In Daytona
By KA. White
Assistant Editor
Lifestyles / Entertainment
The weekend of April
2-4 was more than just a
weekend in Florida, it was
the Black College Weekend
Reunion that Included
African American students
from every institution in
the nation.
The weekend activities
consisted of “Daisy Duke”
contests, concerts, car
shows, parties, and days
and nights basking in the
relaxation of the beach.
Most of the students
managed to stay in hotels
overlooking the beach,
which enabled them to
make the most of their
vacations. Cars were
rented, and drinks were
bought and after-parties
were planned to ensure a
megalomania of its’
participants.
A majority of the
Daytona visitors agreed
that it was worth the trip.
T.B. a sophomore at Clark
Atlanta University (CAU)
said, “it was live as hell.”
When R.W. , a Morehouse
student, said he went to
Daytona, “to kick it!” R.J.
a CAU student said he had
so much fun, he intends
“to go back again, and
again, and again...” S.S.,
a junior from Morris Brown
who had never been to
Daytona said, “I’ll
definitely be back next
year!”
Some of the students
in the Atlanta University
Center felt that their peers
were wasting their time in
going to Daytona, because,
according to a CAU
student, “it’s just a
weekend of degradation for
women and a display of
how doggish men are.”
There were many “sights
to see”, in relation to the
attire, and behavior of the
men and women in
Daytona, but like one
Morehouse student put it,
“this is Daytona, you gotta
get wild!”
Ladies, (and I use that
term loosely), "busted out"
in bikini’s, bright outfits
that were missing material
in the parts that needed
the most covering, and the
more they had, the less
they wore.
Pumping and gyrating
in guys faces, on a video
camera or on a car were
part of the daily agenda
one witnessed as they
walked up and down “the
strip.”
Guys acted crass and
disrespectful as they
popped you on the
buttocks as you walked
pass and they would add
to the action with lewd
comments like “look at it
shake”, or “can I play with
those tig-o-bitties?”
Some of the men would
give you a free strip show
as they paraded around in
their decorative g-string
underwear to the erotic
beats of “Freak Me" by the
new R&B group Silk.
A Morehouse sophomore
summed the weekend up,
when he said, “It was wild,
I swear!”, and, it was.
content, grilled cheese
sandwiches and fried chicken
pieces, and french fries. Love
that grease!
If you want something to
drink, and the machines are
on, you might be able to get a
glass of tea or water if you are
lucky. But there are times
when the spout sprays out
an unidentified, clear
flavored seltzer water. Now
make sure to use one of the
grimy glasses covered with
lipstick stains that you have
to wait 10 minutes for,
because some of the
employees forbid the
students to use their own.
While dining on one of the
wobbly tables, I hope you like
company, because those
friendly critters (roaches) may
want to join you, maybe lying
dead in the salad bar, or
crawling up a wail,or even on
a glass.
For desert the choices
have become slim. It used to
be a slice of cheesecake,
maybe some pudding, or an
occasional brownie.
However, we find the end of
the semester leaves us to
consume cake with Crisco
icing, and freezer bumedjello
topped with whipped cream
so hard, it could be used to
fill in a hole in the wall.
Fortunately, we can forget
our dining woes as our
musical appetites are
appeased as we listen to our
favorite tunes on alternate
Thursdays, or is it one
Thursday a month?
This is where our
$1,876.00 went!
It’s a shame that the ladies
of Bumstead/Ware
dormitories, as well as, other
on-campus students of Clark
Atlanta University are forced
to eat under inadequate
conditions for a great deal of
money. Not to mention the
money spent eating out many
nights. Once again students,
including myself ended up
eating out this semester. Now
I’m broke, my parents are
broke, and I’m still hungry.
Freaknic '93
By KjA. White
Assistant Editor Lifestyles/
Entertainment
Over 100,000 people came
to Atlanta the weekend of April
23-25 to partake in Freaknic
festivities.
The fun-filled weekend
began on Friday the 23rd with
the Block Party in the parking
lot of the Pheonix Dance Club
which served food and $1.50
Draft Beer. There was “Music
in The Yard” at the Clark
Atlanta University (CAU)
Thayer Quadrangle and a Block
Party given by the Sigma's in
front of CAU, which lasted well
into the night. James P.
Brawley Drive became a parade
of African American students
and others from across the
nation.
For those who were looking
for parties, there was a choice
of getting freaky at Club
Garage, during the "Freaky
Friday Jizzam", or "kickin’ it"
with the Georgia Tech Ques at
Club X-S as they stepped
against the rap group. The
Dogs. For those who wanted a
“vertical joyride" Club Flava
was the place to be with the rap
artist, AMG.
On Saturday, students
jammed to the sounds of Run-
DMC, After 7, Recks-n-Effects,
and SWV (Sisters with Voices)
at Morehouse College in the
B.T. Harvy Stadium. Then it
was time for the “Walk in The
Park Party” at Piedmont Park.
The two-hour traffic jam
brought the party to the street
while cars pumped to the new
sounds of Dr. Dre, and Silk.
Lakewood Fairgrounds
sponsored several events, like
the Slam Dunk Competition,
the Swimsuit Competition and
Greek Step Shows. New R&B
artist, Trey Lorenz was the
center of attention during the
Freaknic After Party at
Sandcastles.
There was a Freaknic
Explosion attheGeorgiaTech
Pavilion. Popular rap artist,
Snoop Doggy Dog of “Death
Row Records" made an
appearance at Howard
Johnson Hotel on Peachtree,
and over 15,000were expected
to attend Club X-S for the
“ Biggest Freaknic After Party. ”
Sunday wrapped the party
up with a second walk in the
park at Piedmont; Rap artist,
Grand Puba at the Pheonix; a
“Daisy Duke” contest at
Sandcastles Nightclub and
Club X-S holding their own
with the Ques from
Washington, D.C.
“Freaknic is a well awaited
celebration that ends the
school year off right,”
according to A.B., a CAU
junior. T.Y., a sophomore at
Morehouse said that the
Atlanta University Center is
“very fortunate to have such a
sensational celebration in the
mecca of black institutions.”
A CAU senior said, "freaknic
could not have come at a better
time.” Many students
welcomed the festive weekend
as a break before those
unfortunate final exams that,
according to a sophomore at
CAU, “can really put a dent in
your fun time.”