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Daily Nebraskan
Monday, January 25, 1982
Arts Entertainment
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Chamber music concert
presents various styles
Photo courtesy of Mariedi Anders Artists Management Inc.
Swiss Chamber Orchestra.
By David Thompson
In its concert Friday at Kimball Recital
Hall, the Swiss Chamber Orchestra utilized
the talent of its members to present a con
cert demonstrating the variety of styles to
be found in chamber music. The orchestra
did not lapse into familiarity. Instead it
played pieces from several eras,
and by doing so stayed fresh and interest
ing throughout the evening.
The concert began with the elegance of
the Classical Era in Mozart's "Sinfonic in D
Major." The Allegro movement was sharp
and bright with ducts in counterpoint be
tween the first and second violins. While
one listens to the themes bouncing off one
another in fast complexity, it is intriguing
to realize that Mozart composed the piece
when he was only 16 years old. It serves as
evidence of his genius.
The fact becomes almost unfathomable
in the second movement, a stately, rich
Andante with a poise and grace that would
seem to be beyond the reach of someone
so young. The movement conjurs up
pictures of the royal palace in Salzburg,
Austria, the city in which Mozart compos
ed the piece. The strong thematic structure
of classical music is evident in the move
ment, with first violins opening a section
and then being joined layer upon layer by
the second violans, violas, cellos and bass,
returning to the full richness of the
beginning theme.
The third movement was an exuberant
Presto, jumping from short bursts of soft
ness to a frolicking forte, playing out the
wonder of the classical style and the pre
cision, dexterity and beauty of the music
ian's playing.
After the secure stateliness of Mozart,
the orchestra did not give the audience
more of the same but instead jumped
to a lesser-known comtemporary piece by
Tischhauser titled "Ilommage a Maelzel."
It was evident from the start that the or-
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Oakroom: All this and 2,400 gallons of ice cream
By Carl Sjulin
The Scene: Sunday, 7 pjn.
"Where ya going to eat?"
"1 don't know- probably just downtown somewhere,
Val's sure sounds good."
"Too long a wait. How 'bout Arby's?"
"Nope, Too expensive."
"Wendy's?"
"1 don't like wiping grease off my face ... Let's try
Grandmother's."
"Naw . she makes me finish my vegetables."
"What about Godfather's or McDonald's?"
"I'm tired of hamburgers and pizza. I wonder. . . "
Does this sort of dialogue sound all to familiar? It
really isn t too hard to get burned-out on culinary de-
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Dining Review
lights like Taco Inn. However, Lincoln has a cure for
these mundane choices for those who are willing to drive
to 923 South St. The cure is known as The Oakroom.
Even its name sounds unique, proving we are conditioned
into thinking that a restaurant's name must be in the
possessive form in order to be official.
The Oakroom offers a large variety of entrees, ranging
from breakfast to sandwiches and full dinners, all which
are very moderately priced: When several friends and
myself ate there earlier this week, we selected a wide
range of dinners. The 10-ounce sirloin steak (S7.95)
and teriyaki beef kebob ($4.95) were both excellent.
These and a host of other dishes come with salad, choice
of potato and service which is hard to beat.
French onion soup
To balance this review, I decided to have a basic half
pound hamburger with french fries at a reasonable $2.85.
The $ 1 french onion soup rivals all but that of the finest
restaurants. Several fish and Italian items round out the
menu.
Dessert at The Oakroom is not to be taken lightly.
They feature more than 20 flavors of imported ice cream
and more than 25 different dessert combinations which
leave nothing to the imagination.
Try to picture a super banana split selling for $4.45.
I had to see what could be put into a banana split to make
it worth the price and when it came, I got my answer.
Five huge scoops of ice cream were used with as many
toppings and what seemed to be a hundred other things
as well. It was truly a creation large enough for four peo
ple and according to manager Mark Reaves, The Oakroom
wants to make dessert just that - a creation.
"We have a special freezer in the basement which holds
over 2,400 gallons of ice cream and our cooks take special
pride in creating a visual experience as well as making
sometlung that is good to eat," Reaves said.
Desserts unique
"These really isn't a restaurant in Lincoln that featured
these types of extravagant desserts and it's probably our
most unique feature."
The Oakroom is open Sunday through Thursday from
6 a.m. to 10 pm. and till 2 a jn. on Friday and Saturday.
Reaves said business has been excellent since the Nov. 1 1
opening and he hopes to see more students in the future.
Photo by D. Eric Kircher
"We really can't pick up a lot of walk -in business be
cause of our location so we are trying to establish a steady
clientele. That's part of the reason we chose the name The
Oakroom because we want to look substantial-like we're
here to stay," Reaves said.
The Oakroom, done completely in oak, does indeed
look substantial. The inside is attractively decorated with
an early American motif and the antique parlor fans,
hanging plants and a variety of paintings add to its homey
atmosphere.
Textbook jungle brings out the beast in student
Two weeks ago second semester began. The distance
is great enough now so that I am able to reflect. For
the first time in my life I discovered the jungle and in
that winter derangement, an animal. The jungle ... Ne
braska Bookstore. The animal . . . myself.
Jan. 11, 1982 ... the first day of classes. Once in
side Morrill Hall and past Dumbo I found my class. A
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professor brushed past me as I entered the lecture hall.
He was singing something . . . "Let's get mental,
mental ... I wanna get ..."
I felt ill.
I took a seat toward the back of the auditorium and
began a letter to my mother.
I was interrupted.
"Good morning class and welcome to Geology. My
name is Tim , you can call me Clay.
"The earth is actually pear shaped. You can find
this and other interesting facts in the three books re
quired for this class ... all of which I have written. The
title of these books are: My Life as a Rolling Stone, Me
and My Rocks, and Outdoor Cooking.
"Those of you who are interested in an A or receiv
ing credit can purchase these books twice. Just attach
the receipt to your final exams."
After class I decided to invest in the required texts,
three of each. I stepped outside as the winter wind
whipped about my face, tore the sleeve off my jacket
and blew my companion, a small-framed girl, into a
nearby trash receptacle. I told Nancy I would bring her
a candy bar and turned back into the wind.
I crossed the street and entered the bookstore. I
entered through the two doors; I entered through the
two doors with sixty-three other students. My personal
space was invaded. The crash bar fractured my left hip.
A purse filled with iron ore and some make-up swung
into my ribcage as it switched shoulders, and I was
forced to eat a freshman knapsack after being pushed
from behind.
At last 1 was in the bookstore, as I anxiously anti
cipated the writing of a rubber check I walked towards
the first counter. I was stopped.
"Excuse me miss, youll have to leave your knap
sack and clothes here. Is that a wig? You'll have to
leave it here too. Thank you."
I noticed the young man in front of me had an alli
gator tatooed to his chest.
I looked for the geology section. I circled the store
five times.
As I began my sixth trip around I saw geology ahead
of me. With a smile on my face, I grabbed the first two
books on my list. I saw the last book close by . . .
There were only two left. A young girl with green
finger nails, the color of the earth's outer crust, picked
them both up. I asked her what day it was, she told
me, and inside my head I quickly tried to calculate
whether or not P.M.T. could be used as a viable option
in a second degree murder trial ... I was two days off.
I stepped in front of her. I told her I knew little or
nothing about her, which would make breaking her
face so much easier.
She told me I could have the book for $5. 1 told her
I had a real nice wig. She gave me the book.
I stood in line with my books and a candy bar for
four days. At last it was my turn.
"Will that be all?"
"Yes."
"$76.68."
I wrote the check for the amount.
"Ill need to see three ID's."
I pulled out my sawed-off shotgun.
"Oh yes, that's Miss Vos, yes, well, I've seen you in
here before - one ID is plenty - Could you read off
that serial number? . . . Thank you . . . Do you want a
bag?
"$76.68? I want three."
I got my clothes on and went home. By the time I
entered my apartment I could once again recoenize
my reflection in the mirror. But I can only wait in un
knowing terror for the time when the animal will
evolve once again.
