On a moonlit night, under a star-studded sky, a melancholy, young man sat on the spooning wall situated on the south side of campus along Third Street. It was late summer before the students returned to campus for the fall semester of 1927. All was quiet as he pondered his life.
Only a year ago he, too, had been a student at IU. He had completed a law degree and gone to Florida to pursue a law career. Unhappy with his career choice, he had given the pursuit up of law before he barely had time to begin. There was also the matter of his love life. He had cared deeply for two lovely young women but not enough to make a trip to the altar. What lay ahead of him, he wondered?
As he pondered his future be began to whistle an unfamiliar tune. It came out of nowhere. And suddenly thoughts of his past were forgotten. He focused only on the music that rang in his ears. Arising from his seat, he raced several blocks to the Book Nook, a place where he had spent much time pounding out music on the ivories of a badly worn piano during his student days. There he tentatively picked out the tune he had whistled. During the next several months he worked to perfect it. When he finished, he titled it “Star Dust.”