"At Duke," she said, ''we work hard, we play hard." A visitor here on campus, Friday noon through Sunday evening, might get the impression that we are one of those infamous "Party Schools." Late one Sunday night last winter, I was awakened in the middle of the night and asked to deliver a sad message to a Duke freshman. I got up, put on clothes, stumbled out into the night, drove through deserted Durham streets, wondering if I needed aid from Public Safety to get in the sleeping dorm. I stumbled into a full-fledged party at two o'clock Monday morning. People were up, running through the halls, every room door open. "No, I am not the man from Domino's Pizza," I told more than one person. "We're looking for pizzas, not preachers," one said. It was a party.

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