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CHANGING HOUSE
FROM NOUN TO VERB
Self-help Housing Comes to Campus Here's your chance to have Marantz quality at a
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Chronicle
VOLUME 30, NO. 2, SUMMER 1975
FEATURES
4       FROM: CHANCELLORS
TO- PRESIDENTS
6       CHANGING HOUSE FROM NOUN
TO VERB
Self-help Housing Comes to Campus
Clive Cocking
12       SOME ASSORTED HALLOOS
AND HUZZAS...
Not to Mention a Gigantic Siberian Tiger
David Brock
16       NECESSITY HAS ITS OWN VIRTUE
Kay Alsop
20       THE HEART OF THE MATTER
Walter Gage's University
Donald Stainsby
24       A PAINFUL CASE
H. Richard Weiner
DEPARTMENTS
29       NEWS
32       SPOTLIGHT
38       LETTERS
EDITOR Susan Jamieson MeLarnon, BA '65
EDITORIAL ASSISTANT
Barbara G. Smith (BJ 72, Carleton)
COVER Peter Lynde
ADVERTISING REPRESENTATIVES
Alumni Media (604-688-6819)
Editorial Committee
Dr. Erich Vogt, (BSc, MSc, Manitoba), (PhD, Princeton), chair; Chuck Campbell,  BA'71; Clive Cocking,
BA'62; Harry Franklin, BA'49; Geoff Hancock, BFA
'73, MFA '75; Dr. Joseph Katz, (BA, MEd, Manitoba),
(PhD, Chicago); Ian MacAlpine,  LLB'71;  Robert
McConnell, BA'64;  Murray McMillan, Law 2; George
Morfitt, BCom'58; Bel Nemetz, BA'35; Dr. Ross
Stewart, BA'46, MA'48, (PhD, Washington).
Published quarterly by the Alumni Association ol the University ol British
Columbia. Vancouver. Canada. BUSINESS AND EDITORIAL OFFICES:
Cecil Green Park. 6251 N.W. Marine Dr., Vancouver, B.C. V6T 1A6.
(604-228-3313). SUBSCRIPTIONS: The Alumni Chronicle Is sent to all
alumni of the university. Non-alumni subscriptions are available at $3
a year; students $1 a year. ADDRESS CHANGES: Send new address,
with old address label if available, to UBC Alumni Records, 6251 N.W.
Marine Dr.. Vancouver, B.C.V6T 1A6.
Postage paid at the Third Class rate Permit No. 2067
Member Council for the Advancement and Support of Education
President's Message
This is a very special year for the University of British
Columbia. This year is the sixtieth anniversary of UBC
and also the year of retirement of Dr. Walter H. Gage as
president of the university.
President Gage has been a skilled university administrator — for years a resourceful dispenser of scholarships,
bursaries and loans — but it is as a superb teacher of
mathematics that many of us remember him most fondly
and gratefully. We are all pleased that he will continue to
teach at UBC in the future.
In addition, Chief Justice Nathan Nemetz's term as
chancellor comes to an end. He has given outstanding
service to the university in many capacities, including a
term as president of the alumni association. The new
chancellor, Donovan Miller, and the new president, Dr.
Douglas Kenny, are eminently qualified for their tasks and
we wish them well in their terms of office.
Over the years your alumni association has played an
increasingly larger role in promoting and assisting in the
well-being of UBC and generally advancing the cause of
higher education in British Columbia. The alumni have
direct representation on the board of governors and senate
as constituted under the new Universities Act. This year
close to $100,000 will be provided for scholarships and
bursaries by the Alumni Fund.
As each newly elected alumni president and board of
management take office, new issues must be faced and new
challenges met. This year your association proposes to
work towards the establishment of a UBC Speakers
Bureau through which community organizations will be
able to call upon members of the faculty and administration to speak on various topics. Your board of management also plans to explore the feasibility of an alumni
vacation centre. Such centres have been in operation, with
marked success, in several parts of the United States. The
purpose would be to provide an inexpensive family vacation opportunity for alumni and their families to stay on
campus during the summer months for a period of approximately a week to ten days and to take part in a wide variety
of activities.
Another area for examination by your board of management may well be the level of academic standards of the
B.C. public school system. The Academic Board of B.C.,
an advisory body under the old Universities Act, now
replaced by the Universities Council, in its final report
expressed grave concern over the lack of uniformity in
academic standards and curricula in British Columbia.
According to the Academic Board, students are entering
the colleges and universities unprepared in certain areas of
the traditional curriculum of each discipline. The problem
is compounded in first year courses because students from
different school districts have different gaps in their
background knowledge.
Many of our association members are becoming
alarmed at the academic standards within the public school
system and the time seems to be at hand when our association should strive to give all the support it can to improving
them.
I would like to congratulate those members of the board
of management who have won re-election as well as those
candidates elected for the first time. We are all proud of our
university and we hope to serve it well.
l<P^t
Kenneth L. Brawner
President From:
Chancellors
To:
Presidents
Walter H. Gage We feel we can speak for all alumni when we
express our profound gratitude to our retiring
president. Walter Gage has served the
University of British Columbia as a
distinguished professor of mathematics, dean,
acting president and president. Generations of
students have crowded his classrooms and
many have good reason to feel that his
kindness and consideration prepared them for
the world they were to face. He stands as one
of our university's most beloved presidents
and we are delighted that he will remain as a
professor of mathematics where his teaching
will continue to benefit the students who attend
his classes, freshly demonstrating every year
why he received the first Master Teacher
award at UBC.
Dr. Douglas Kenny takes office as our
new president on July 1 st, 1975. He has been
a distinguished professor of psychology and a
very able dean of arts. He has served as
president of the Faculty Association and now
he will serve as president for all segments of
our university community. His commitment to
justice is profound and in these difficult and
complex times he will need that commitment
and all his experience and great abilities to
expand our university's future role. We are
confident that in this great task he will have the
support of everyone at the University of British
Columbia.
NATHAN T. NEMETZ,
CHANCELLOR,
1972-75
DONOVAN MILLER,
CHANCELLOR,
1975-
Douglas T. Kenny  Changing House
From Noun
to Verb
Self-help Housing Comes to Campus
Clive Cocking
Thomas Crapper has a lot to answer for.
Undoubtedly he thought himself a
clever fellow on that day back in the late
19th century when he heaved a sigh of
relief and pulled the plunger on the
world's first really successful flush
toilet. But look where that development
has got us. consider the costs and complexities it has imposed on us. The miles
and miles of sewage lines, the septic
tanks, the water pollution, the treatment plants, the taxes, the plumbers —
and. for God's sake, that horrendous
whoooshing noise. It is, perhaps, only
natural justice that a truncated form of
his name has become synonymous with
things shoddy, tacky and vile.
The flush toilet today is an absurdity.
Worse than that, it is an absurdity within
an absurdity — the (so-called) modern
house. Both are glaring examples of
misdirected, inadequate, outdated
technology. Our houses are wasteful of
land, materials and energy resources —
not to mention financial resources. In
construction, they're both unbelievably
primitive and maddeningly complex.
And they are rigid, inflexible boxes, not
amenable to change to suit the changing life-styles of the people who live in
them.
The flush toilet is to the house, what
the automobile is to the city. Increas
ingly an anachronism and a liability. If
we are ever to improve our cities as
livable environments, we must use better technology.
It's not as though the technology isn't
there: it is. but the difficulty has been in
mustering the means and the will to use
it effectively. But three recent UBC
grads — community planner. Bruce
Fairbairn, MA'74, Charles Haynes,
BArch'74 and Robbie Smith. BASc'75
— have at least come up with an impressive proposal for breaking out of the
bonds of conventionality in housing — a
proposal that may not only have significant impact on our style of housing,
but also on our style of university education.
An outgrowth of Charles Haynes'
graduating thesis, it's called the
Design-Build System (or self-help housing) and it's an amazingly simple construction system, using existing manufactured components, which will enable ordinary people, themselves, to design and build their own cheap, flexible,
ecologically-sensitive housing.
Significantly, the legacy of Thomas
Crapper has no place in this new style of
housing. But that doesn't mean the outhouse is due for a comeback: the plans
call for use of a Swedish-designed,
locally-manufactured,  waterless toilet
7 DiscoverGracious
Living amidst an
English Country
Garden
Less than 30 minutes from Granville & Georgia
Cfv ou must see it to believe it! Osterley
^JL^Park has recaptured the style and grace
ot Olde England with elegant townhouses and
acres of landscaped grounds that would even
impress Shakespeare himself.
Two floor plans of over 1,600 sq. ft. each are
offered and room by room you'll be impressed
by the spaciousness of the Oxford and Gresham
suites. Truly great value with unique character
that sets them apart from any others.
Although the traditional exteriors express a
classical period, the interiors feature all the
conveniences for modern living. Much winter
relaxation can be enjoyed around the floor-to-
ceiling natural stone fireplace. While summer
days can be spent outside on the patio, where
trees and shrubs form a natural courtyard...
private from the street and neighbours. The
spacious living and dining rooms also overlook
this green area. And from every room you
can observe the changing moods of the seasons through real leaded windows.
Nothing was spared in creating the beautiful
English country garden. You'll find babbling
brooks flowing under quaint bridges and waterfalls splashing down into sparkling lakes. Over
500 trees of many varieties surround this paradise, some reaching over 40 feet. Many of the
birch trees are nearly 30 years old. Flowers,
shrubs and vines are also in abundance.
Set within this natural park, you'll find the
exclusive country club, to which you receive
full ownership with the purchase of one of our
townhouses. It's completely equipped with a
wide range of recreational facilities including
saunas, whirlpool and large heated pool. If less
active relaxation is desired, you can enjoy the
informal atmosphere of the billiard and card
lounges. While in the master lounge, you'll find
the focus of attention is the massive natural
stone fireplace. For the keen hobbyist or handyman a fully equipped workshop is provided.
A resident caretaker is also on hand at all times.
Evening relaxation can be enjoyed on the
country club patio which overlooks the lakes
and streams and where attractive exterior
lighting highlights the trees and lake fountains.
For the ultimate in adult living, visit
Osterley Park today, you'll find it really
provides a new measure of living, both inside and out!
Prices range from mid $70's
Show homes open:
Monday-Friday: 1 p.m.-9 p.m.
Saturday/Sunday: 12 p.m.-6 p.m.
Another exclusive development by CAPLAN
TOWNHOUSE CONDOMINIUMS
No. 3 and Saunders Roads, Richmond that uses electricity and bacteria to decompose wastes. That's just one example of a basic key to the system — the
use of the latest available technology.
The housing is to be of post-and-beam
construction using manufactured, insulated plywood panels for floors and
walls. No nails are used: it's held together with bolts and other fasteners
and so is easily erected, modified and
dismantled. The system calls for components to be light enough for two
people to handle them. The result is.
according to Haynes, that two relatively handy people could build a two
bedroom, 1,000 square foot house in a
week, at a cost of $15,000 (that's $15 a
square foot compared to $30 to $40 for
conventional houses) including basic
appliances.
"The house in our society is a consumer item and it's an investment, it's
something people buy for profit." said
Charles Haynes. "But outside the industrialized world most people build
their own homes out of local materials
— and we believe the technology is
there to allow us to do the same. What
we're doing is bringing those pre-
industrial values back into our industrialized society."
"We're changing the house from a
noun toa verb — the house as process,"
said Bruce Fairbairn. "What happens
now when you buy a house is that when
you move in all you can do is hang pictures on the walls, maybe paint them a
different colour and stick your furniture
around. Here, we're saying that one of
the basic functions of human beings
should be to build their own dwellings,
to get involved with what it means to
have a shelter. If you do, it becomes
something you created, it becomes a
home."
The group has submitted an official
UBC student request to the $100 million
Canadian Urban Demonstration Project fund for financial support to build a
pilot project of 40 units for UBC students, faculty and staff on four acres of
land near Acadia Camp. The projects to
be approved by the fund are intended to
provide the foundation for Canada's
participation in the United Nations
Conference on Human Settlements
(Habitat'76) to be held in Vancouver in
the spring of 1976 — an international
conference for discussion and demonstration of new answers to urban
problems.
Significantly, the topic of self-help
housing is already on the official program ot the non-governmental organizations conference to be held in conjunction with Habitat '76. A large
number of experts in the field are already planning to attend. The U BC project could provide something of an on-
site field laboratory for the visitors.
The UBC request, after a recent revision of costs, is for $495,000 in support.
Central Mortgage and Housing Corporation is being asked to underwrite
the bulk of this — $420,000 in construction costs — in mortgage funds which
will be paid back out of rents. The federal Ministry of State for Urban Affairs,
according to Haynes, has been asked to
assume responsibility for the remaining
$75,000 (for site preparation, design-
build workshop, evaluation report and
contingencies) — although the group
has also suggested that the B.C. government share in this cost. The request
is now in the hands of top-level officials
in Ottawa.
The proposal has gone into the
bureaucratic mill with wide university
support. It is, in fact, an official proposal of the Alma Mater Society, which
underwrote its preparation, and it has
the approval of the U BC board of governors as a UBC urban demonstration
project — as well as the backing of key
architecture faculty.
Dr. Robert Macleod, director of the
school of architecture, believes it's
"well worth pursuing" and sees particular merit in the learning potential for
architecture students in self-help housing. "I think the value will be more in
the lessons to be learned and in the reactions of the people involved, rather than
in any magic with the system itself."
Assistant professor of architecture
Dino Rapanos, who will conduct a tutorial in self-help housing for the participants if the project goes ahead, finds the
most exciting potential to lie in the possibility that people could design and
build their own homes — a direction
architecture may increasingly take in future.
"There's a mystique about building
homes," he said. "On the one hand,
there's the artsy-fartsy thing where the
architect goes off somewhere and
creates wonders and, on the other, you
have the speculator-builder who grinds
out jerry-built boxes. This proposal
gives you an opportunity to say what
kind of living space you want."
While it's an idea that is likely to appeal to many frustrated homeowners
today, it already appears to have elicited enthusiasm from students chafing
at the restrictions of existing campus
residences. A self-help housing concept
display in the Student Union Building
last fall attracted favourable comments
from about 100 students who evidently
want to create their own life-styles
rather than have them imposed.
While believing in university people
living together, I have found that conventional residences have a tendency to
inhibit individuality, David Martin of
Totem Park wrote on a card.
I'm looking for a more adult, less
structured, more socially-comfortable
type of residence, wrote Lome Cher-
nochan of the Gage residence.
After two years of living in Place Van-
ier, I would prefer a residence environment that encourages responsibility on
the part of its residents, said Michael
Gibbs.
It would be fine to live in a quiet place
that your hands helped build, said Kurt
and Alton Cehak of Gage residence.
Underthe self-help housing proposal,
a mix of about 100 students, faculty and
staff would be able to develop housing
for their own life styles. One person
might like to live alone in his or her own
350-square foot house; a group of five
might like to live together; a couple
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and be mad about skylights. But, to begin, all participants will be required to
first make a scale model, working with
Prof. Rapanos' design tutorial where
expert advice will be available to ensure
structural soundness. This process is
also expected to serve as a weeding-out
of the less strongly committed.
Although each unit will be designed
differently, they will all use the same
system and components, with the basic
cutting to size being done in a campus
design-build workshop. The post-and-
beam structure is to be bolted on cement
foundation blocks or IO-by-eight-inch
"treated" beams, eliminating the need
for expensive basement excavations.
Variations of uniform four-by-eight-
foot insulated plywood panels are to be
used for floors, walls and roof, covered
with special plywood shingles.
The services for each unit will only be
water, electricity, media (cable TV,
telephone) and waste water. There will
only be cold water pipes in the house as
hot water will be provided near the
faucets by instant electric hot water dispensers (now in use in Europe). Heating
will be by individual electric wall
panels, eliminating costly duct systems,
and wiring will be in convenient wall
cavities. The waterless electric toilet
will eliminate the need for sewage lines
and waste water from sinks and baths
will be cleaned in an accumulator and
allowed to drain naturally. Windows,
doors, skylights, and stair units will be
locally available industrialized items.
If the project receives government
financial support, it's planned that the
first 20 units would be completed in time
for the opening of Habitat'76 next
spring, with the other 20 units to be built
during the conference. In this way,
Haynes believes they will be able to
dramatically demonstrate the possibility of ordinary people using industrialized components to create — and
change — their own housing. Industrialized housing does not have to be
uniform or inflexible, he maintains.
"Standardization and uniformity of
design are not the result of industrialization, they're the result of the elimination
of the individual from the process," said
Haynes. "Housing that you build yourself becomes an externalization of your
own consciousness, like your clothing.
It could be that, as you change, a time
will come when your house is intolerable. This system allows you to change
your house very simply and do it yourself."
On completion, it would be a
cooperatively-managed, pedestrian-
oriented, ecologically-sensitive community set off in the trees by Acadia
Camp, on land made available by the
university. There would be no roads,
parking would be on the fringe, and the
units (housing one to five people each)
would be linked by walkways, saving 35
per cent on land use. Each resident
would separate his or her own garbage
(paper, organic, glass, plastics, metals)
for recycling and bring it to a central
pick-up. Students would pay about $100
a month rent (which includes utilities,
administration, amortization), while faculty and staff would pay a (to-be-
established) higher figure. Ideally, said
Haynes. the entire complex (or individual units if. as seems possible, a
rent-to-buy arrangement was established) should be able to be dismantled
and removed without leaving massive
scars on the land.
While the proposal is directed initially
at providing university housing,
Haynes believes that, with modification
of building regulations, the system
could ultimately be used for single family houses, condominiums and cooperative apartments in the community. Already, the UBC group, on invitation,
has outlined the concept to a Hare
Krishna community near Osoyoos and
to two housing workshops of the Union
of B.C. Indian Chiefs. Haynes and
Fairbaim are. in addition, making a
model of a traditional Nootka long-
house to illustrate how the Indian
people could use the system to build
their own style of housing. The system
seems particularly adapted for housing
for isolated regions, or for cooperative
groups.
But on campus, if the project receives
the awaited financing, it could eventually become the base for a continuing interdisciplinary research and living-
learning experiment. At a minimum it
could be an important educational facility for architecture students, preparing
them for what appears to be their emerging new role as advisers and coordinators. Haynes and Fairbairn argue
that it could be a centre where faculty
and students could combine theory and
practice in a wide-ranging assault on
urban problems.
Engineers and architects, they
suggest, could use the continually-
evolving self-help housing centre to
test, for example, new structural designs, the effectiveness of lightweight
sulphur blocks for walls and various
types of solar heat panels. Architecture,
engineering, resource ecology, and
planning faculty and students could
combine to design an "energy regenerative eco-house". Living conditions in
housing of different designs and densities could be studied by environmental psychology, planning and sociology
students and faculty. It's an open system, said Haynes, and over time it can
change with new ideas from the university community and new technology
from industry.
"But the essence of the project." he
said, "is that UBC would become the
hub of research, development and experimentation in self-help housing using
the resources of the university. And the
results of that work would be made available to the community."
lt is at this stage — now that the
Urban Demonstration Project has already funded some proposals — a big
question whether the U BC proposal has
high enough priority to receive federal
financing. The possibility is there, and it
worries the UBC self-help housing
group, that the proposal may not be
considered to have enough national application. And so as a kind of hedge on
their bets, they have approached the
provincial department of housing for
possible support, since that department
has shown great interest in low-cost
housing and in cooperative housing. But
so far the response from senior officials
has not been encouraging.
"With this first pilot project at
UBC," said Fairbairn, "we're offering
the provincial government a great
chance to take the product of university
academics and put it into practice out in
the community. This is what they've
been bitching about for a couple of years
now — and here's a chance to do it."
By no means all the new ideas generated at the university should be consigned to gather dust in theses, reports
and books on library shelves. Self-help
housing, or some version of it, is one
that needs to be tried out in real life.n
Former Chronicle editor, Clive Cocking, is a free-lance writer and broadcaster in Vancouver.
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11 Some
Assorted
Halloos and
Huzzas
... Not to Mention a Gigantic
Siberian Tiger
David Brock is Yell Leader for the celebration
of UBC's 60th birthday
I see that the word "jubilee" gets about
22 inches in the big Oxford dictionary.
Related words such as "jubilary" get
another 15 inches, so here we have over
three feet to confuse the issue during
our current junketings. (Or about one
metre, if you honestly believe this kind
of talk will sharpen your thoughts and
make them internationally respected.)
Several of the definitions require me
to halloo and huzza, two words and
deeds that have dwindled out. When
UBC was born in Fairview in 1915, nobody yelled "Huzza!", except possibly
some daft old geriatrics, crammed with
halloocinations, in the Vancouver General Hospital, which was very adjacent
and contiguous. In the course of a long
busy life between my two trained ears, I
have never heard anyone say "Huzza!"
From my earliest youth, rooters were
taught by cheer-leaders to cry "Allah
12
Kazee, Allah Kazam!" and "Mucka-
mucka zip!" and "Hie Dominica
Conkty Zaw!" and much else with a Z
in it. But we'd sooner have yelled "Banzai!" than "Huzza!", for to brand yourself and your lingo as outmoded is the
worst doom of all, until you grow up,
which hardly anyone manages to do.
On consulting really old UBC annuals (such as the 1922 number, over
four years out of date before I reached
the campus), I find to my amazement
that cheer-leaders at UBC were not
called that anyhow. They were Yell
Leaders, with capital letters, and these
three upper-case, upper-crust, upper-
classmen served under the Yell King,
Sid Anderson, who was also UBC's
first Marshal. As Marshal, he organized
the annual Victoria Invasion, the street
parade on the freshmen's initiation
night, the pep rallies before the annual
Stanford game, Varsity Week, and so
on. The Marshal sat on the Students'
Council. I'm sorry to learn the three
Yell Leaders did not. But they won
block letters or crests or both for their
specially designed "sweater coats".
And speaking of blocks, one Yell Leader of that year has asked me to keep his
name and picture out of this. He has a
mental block about it. As a mental
Brock myself I knew he would. I'm
happy to indulge nmy Yell Leader's winsome new hunger for silence.
The freshmett's initiation! Can you
have forgotten (you fickle monsters)
that in 1921 this savage rite ended in a
fancy-dress parade to the False Creek
flats, where by the light of a gigantic
bonfire the student body was inflamed
by suitable harangues, delivered by
those rabble-rousers, Professor Freddie  Wood  and  Professor  "Physics" Davidson? In those days professors
turned up everywhere, and were heartily welcome. They coached several
athletic teams, debating teams, learned
societies, dramatic societies (plural)
....Freddie practically owned the
Players' Club, luckily for any actors
who wanted to learn something. But the
profs turned out for amusement and
companionship too. No doubt their
presence at the incredibly huge bonfire
kept the police and fire wardens from
growing restive and overheated, but
that was only a fringe benefit.
The real benefit was that everybody
knew everybody, and everybody went
everywhere, not only when UBC had
about 300 students and a tiny faculty, in
the earliest makeshift days, but certainly until the end of the 10 Fairview
years in 1925, and in a diminished way,
the earlier Point Grey years as well.
When I graduated in 1930, I think the
student body was still under 2000, and
most of us were aware of each other.
Professors still ate in the cafeteria, or
some did. Through sitting in the Caf.
with one of them, by pure chance on my
part but not (I now see) on his, I talked
myself out of automatic expulsion from
U BC. This would have been impossible
at a formal meeting in his office or in the
dean's. It is easy by selective evidence
to prove those primitive old days were
intolerably strict and formal, starchy
and unfair. But this kind of memory is,
like the poet's mistress, not wholly
kind, nor altogether true. For all our
canting parrot-talk of neo-humanism today. I can easily find you 10 current
examples of campus dehumanization.
now routine, for every example that you
can dredge up, and misclass as typical,
from UBC's first 15 years.
Further, the very crowding of the 10
Fairview years made the physical air
mighty stuffy all right, as it was recycled
from lung to lung, but it had the opposite
effect on the minds and personalities,
the amusements and careers and friendships and values, of students and faculty
alike. During what we now call the
Great Trek of 1922, and what the students of the day called the Campaign,
their banners and floats said 1100 humans were being squashed lifeless in
quarters meant for 300. Yet this also
made it impossible for the stuffy secretary of a stuffy dean to claim he couldn't
see you, to salvage your career.... very
possibly your stuffy career, but he (and
she) never told you to stuff it up your
nose. As a comic strip of the time used
to say, "them days is gone for ever".
Those students and professors who
made the big move to Point Grey
exactly half a century ago are by no
means unanimous in remembering that
this happy affair was pure gain, as we
who came later assumed it was, if only
because we had heard the legitimate
grumbles from Fairview, and the dis
tress signals. And of course the real
gains were many and obvious. Also,
some of the Fairview Fun, and something better than mere fun, may have
been partly subjective. I once asked a
gunner from the Kaiser's War what sort
of time he'd had in France and Flanders, and he thought this over for a
while and then said "Pretty good." I
asked him why, and this time he replied
at once: "Because my standards were
very low." He said he was able to coast
for a week afterwards, reliving a hot
meal, a warm bath, or a dry bed he'd had
behind the lines. To some important extent, this relativity may have been true
of Fairview days also. And after all,
Fairview had a wonderful leaven of "returned men" for most of its decade,
what with the slightly disabled arriving
long before the war was over, and some
badly wounded men long after it.
Yes, but Fairview not only seemed
great after the Great War. it seemed
great on looking back to it from Point
Grey. Exiled at the Point, only the undergraduate classes of'26, '27, '28, and
Science '29 were able to compute at first
hand how many barrels of monkeys
they had more fun than, at both places,
and how many barrels of things both
better and worse than fun. I am not here
to tell them what to think. Neither am I
here to make objective fun of subjective
fun. These are tasks for professors who
have lost touch with real life. Their profession is to know.
Certainly I am not here to give a complete history of 60 years in 15 minutes,
which could not fail to mislead the good
guys and the bad guys too. Perhaps at a
jubilee one should forget the bad guys?
An amnesty! But it is never amiss to
remind oneself that every saint has
faults, and many on the wrong side of
any historical affair did not always behave badly and foolishly, while some of
those on the right side were ghastly
creeps. St. Francis de Sales says that to
forget this, as we all do from time to
time, and historians do most of the time,
is to wrong the saints and posterity
alike. If you find this convincing, do not
let your sudden conversion impel you to
mail me back your degrees. Send them
to the Registrar.
No, I am only here to utter a few
jubilant huzzas, most of them fully adjustable for perfect fit or double your
money back. For instance, I can give
three huzzas and a gigantic Siberian
tiger for the Campaign, or I can give it
one small ghostly huzza and a tiny
hellcat, depending on what good company I have no wish to disconcert. I
mentioned the word "jubilary" away
back yonder in para. 1. Now obsolete, it
originally meant anyone who has been
in the same state for 50 years. For most
of the living, this grows harder all the
time, and that is why I don't mind dying.
Yet I know several alumni who can
huzza in the same state for 50 years, off
and on, and I have heard of oil-rich dervishes, the Yell Kings of the Oil Kings,
who can howl like malamutes for 50
years without stopping for breath. (I
shall now pause a moment....I have just
thought of something. Did Doc
Sedgewick christen the Yell King? As
some have forgotten (or never even
known). Doc was warmly addicted to
Franz Schubert, and owned (and sang
secretly) many hundreds of the 600
songs. The Goethe & Schubert smash-
hit "The Erl-King" could seldom have
been absent from Doc's mind. This
pleasing conjecture is my contribution
to U BC's sixtieth year, and pray remind
me to check it out with Doc when we all
get to heaven. Especially soothing to me
is my notion that when the father in the
song says "Be quiet, kid," ("Sei ruhig.
bleibe ruhig. mein Kind") he is addressing not his own son but some pesky
Yell King. One huzza for him. my hearties, and one for me, and three for
Poppa Doc.)
Where was I? O yes....jubilaries remaining in the same state for 50 years,
according to the medieval Latin from
which the word turned English. Well,
ghosts can do this stunt in their sleep
and on their heads, if any. To them it is
no trick at all. At the moment I am very
conscious of ghosts. I have delved so
deep in the graveyards of old UBC
memories. I have become a kind of
ghost myself. Though never, I hope, a
skeleton at your feast, or one of those
Prussian Death's Head Huzzas, the
Uhlans. I should hate to see a skeleton
being tarred and feathered by wild-eyed
alumni. Most unseemly.
Here's proof of my turning into a
spook. After I had spent several days at
UBC, poking through old annuals and
photographs, a friend asked me what I
did about lunch on those days. 1 told
him "Oh well, when I'm working I usually forget to eat. But if I want to eat, I
have long-standing invitations to lunch
any time with about twenty of the faculty and staff." Out of curiosity he
asked for their names, and I mentioned
two or ihree and then stopped in a way
that made him far more curious. "What
about the rest?" he said. And with what
was probably a rueful and bewildered
look I had to admit the one little thing I
had completely forgotten: "They're all
dead."
At about this stage of ghostliness I
toyed with the idea of my playing a
Scrooge to the ghosts of UBC Past,
UBC Present and UBC Future, plus a
warning to me from some Marley, probably a decayed Rhodes Scholar who had
snapped his twig on finding Evelyn
Waugh was quite right in saying Oxford
came to an end in 1938. (Waugh forgot to
name the exact day.) But when I remembered what four ghosts had done to
confuse poor old Scrooge, turning him
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time Charlies and wastrels, I decided to
stick to the past.
The past, I take it, is what any anniversary is about, with a heavy or even
a single emphasis on the earliest days.
When the Americans celebrate 1776
next year, they'll be toasting the Founding Fathers almost exclusively, with
hardly a peep about Lindbergh, Mae
West, Al Capone, Richard Nixon, Buffalo Bill, Jack Dempsey, and Walt
Whitman, who spelled Canada with a K
for a cheap ethnic thrill. And I honestly
don't see how even a full-time professional Yank-hater can fault them here.
He'll have to try something else. It will
be the same in 1992....we'll want to
know what Columbus thought he was
doing, and not have Jane Fonda explaining the 500-year after-effects of what he
did, for all the world as if she knew. By
the way, about 40 years ago I had a
letter from Ted Clark (Arts & Commerce 32) headed simply:
1492
At sea.
For forty years this has warmed my
heart and lightened my load. But do not
ask me why. Just take my word for it.
If the present age wants to hear only
about itself, which I somehow doubt, I
will quote Charles Lamb, born 200
years ago last February 10 and now
more readable than ever: "Damn the
age, I will write for antiquity."
Accordingly, I made several hundred
notes about some old highlights well
worth a huzza if only somebody remembered them, and 15 of them I now
print here as samples. The rest I can
huzza privately. We spooks often stay
home and curl up with a good wad of
nostalgia. Or, I can pack a briefcase and
meet you under the Lumbermen's Arch
some midnight. Midnight! That's when
Miss Bollert, Dean of Women, told the
girls they should all be home, because
after 12 p.m. (standard time?) a woman's resistance melts away like a
snowflake in the river. Or so Doc
Sedgewick told me, she said. It would
be more picturesque if the girl turned
into a pumpkin or a mouse, like Cinderella's coach and horses.
You can win bets about Miss Bollert.
It is true that she joined UBC in 1921.
but not as Dean of Women. Or, as we
might say now. Dean of Certain Persons. No, she was appointed Adviser to
Women, with the other title and her
exact role to be worked out later. A
friend of mine was made Dean of
Women elsewhere, and after being introduced to the student body, she didn't
know what came next, so she marched
downstage and cried "Where do we go
from here, boys?" (the title and chorus
of a 1917 song). I feel my old friend
Mary Bollert opened fire on us in the
same firm, vague, sensible manner.
Huzza!
At UBC's very first congregation in
the spring of 1916, degrees were ready
for 17 women and 17 men. But one man
refused to accept his degree from the
chancellor (Mr. Carter Cotton, was it?).
He wouldn't kneel, he wouldn't have
His Nibs muttering "Admitto te!", he
neither knew nor cared that vellum degrees would vanish in the 1930s and they
make nice lamp shades. "May God's
curse light on you all," quoth he, or
words to this effect. Can we not discover his name and send him a huzza
and maybe an LLD in absentia?
Ballroom floors were polished with 1
lb. paraffin, 7 lbs. borax, and 60 minims
oil of lavender, a heady mix after midnight (huzza) but chaperons were
everywhere (huzza), usually spelled
wrong as chaperones (boo). So were
some student bootleggers everywhere,
but one of them always set up a bar in
the men's cloakroom (huzza) until the
Alma Mater Discipline Committee
slapped $25 fines on anyone who even
smeiled of shaving lotion (faugh). The
women's party named High Jinks was
spelled sensibly. Today it would be Hi
Jinx. Our adman age thinx this paks
more kiks. (Hek.)
Parties! In 1924 the alumni association held a Christmas dinner (when
everyone flocked to town, though today
everyone flocks out). The men dined at
the University Club and were addressed by President Klinck, so the women
dined at the Grosvenor Hotel around
the corner and were addressed by Mrs.
Klinck. This is possibly the most dated
item I discovered, huzza.
John Ridington ordered professors to
remove their hats in the library. (All
stand. Off caps. Huzza.) A 1918
graduate was a veteran of the Riel Rebellion, but not of the Crimea. In 1921-
22 the alumni had an employment office.
About 50 years ago The Ubyssey had a
special edition called "The Hellusay".
Very daring! In November 1918 exactly
six students used the library. Yes, I
know, there was the great Flu
Epidemic, and Armistice Day, but
huzza anyway. Another flu item makes
a fitting wrap-up. In the 1919 annual, the
Science Undergraduate Society refused
to use the epidemic as an excuse for
anything. Everyone else wrote or said
"Had it not been for the flu..." but in
UBC's first four years a strong tradition
already existed of getting through in
spite of everything. The engineers
(many of them soldiers) felt a reminder
was now due. Perhaps it often is, in a
60-year journey.
I too am through, for now. Did you
ever read of the ghost who "vanished
with a most musical twang"?The twang
is my ukulele.a
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Vancouver's West End is still muttering
in its sleep when Phyllis Ross, having
wound her 26 clocks, begins her day.
Six a.m., to some people, is still the
middle of the night, but not to her. It's
her best chance to get a head start on
notes, letters, reading and chores before
the phone begins to clamour.
This morning, as always, she checks
her appointment book. Saturday.
Mmm. Hair appointment at nine. Then
shopping — fresh prawns on Robson
Street. An interviewer'scorning at two.
Sometime before then she's got to
look up some reference material, but
that's no problem. As usual, she's able
to put her hand on things at a moment's
notice.
"Miss Serene Efficiency", they'd
tagged her once. "The Lady with the
Facts." When was that? Oh. yes. 1935
or '36. She'd been out here as chief research economist with the Canadian
Tariff Board which was conducting
hearings across the country.
"Mrs. Phyllis Turner, most interesting personality of the group, here to
sound B.C.'s views on automobile and
petroleum duties," ran a newspaper
story. "She's earned the admiration of
those coming before the board because
of the speed with which, out of a pile of
papers, she extracts for the chairman's
reference the right set of facts to
enable him to follow the discussion."
She smiles, remembering. Her
friends had kidded her. but they hadn't
been surprised. She'd always been orderly.
Always been ambitious, too. though
she doesn't often admit to it. But it's
true. She had always aimed for the top,
unlike her two older sisters. She didn't
really know what had spurred her on.
Her mother, maybe — always into
something. Sunday School plays, for instance. Phyllis remembers her mother
directing, making costumes, producing
every Sunday School play put on in
Rossland. B.C. where the Gregory girls
grew up.
Phyllis took piano from the time she
was ten. Sundays she played almost
non-stop — Sunday School, church,
morning and evening. Lord, those Sundays. But she loved the piano. Got her
A.T.CM. the year she graduated from
UBC. Funny, now she hardly ever
plays, and hasn't for years. There was
just no time there for so long. There was
always so much that had to be done.
Only half a dozen other Rossland
girls went away to college when she did.
It wasn't really a sacrifice for her family, but she remembers that she didn't
have too much money to spend. No
frills.
But there were fun times. She and
Helen MacGill were on the university
debating team. Helen was the only
other woman taking economics and
political science at that time. Helen's
mother. Elsie, was a great feminist then,
and went on to become the first woman
judge in Canada.
Phillis Gregory admired her, but
never wanted to emulate her feminism
— "heavens, no," and just laughs it off
when her son, current federal finance
minister John Turner, calls her one of
the country's first "women's libbers".
She only did what had to be done when
she was left widowed, with two small
children to support. It was necessity.
not idealism nor any attempt to break
down any discriminatory barriers, that
spurred her on.
But she wasn't thinking that far ahead
when she registered for an honours
course in economics and political science, and got her BA. with first class
honours, in 1925. Then, determined to
do graduate work but too proud to ask
her family to help her. she won the
Susan B. Anthony Fellowship which
made it possible for her to attend Bryn
Mawr. where she earned her Master's
in 1927.
With a European Fellowship and the
travelling fellowship of the Canadian
Federation of University Women, she
was able to study at the London School
of Economics, and really took advantage of it. Mornings she spent at the
British Museum Library researching for
her thesis on communal sects. Afternoons she attended seminars, evenings
she sal in on lectures. She did further
work on her thesis at the University of
Marburg. Germany.
It was during this period abroad that
she met and married Leonard Turner, a
freelance writer, and their two children.
John and Brenda. were born. Leonard
died, very suddenly, and in 1932 she
was back in Canada, job-hunting.
Funny, she hadn't thought of that for
a long time. Here, in this elegant two-
storey penthouse overlooking Stanley
Park's Lost Lagoon, surrounded by the
17 beautiful things she and Frank had collected over the years, it's hard to think
that back in the '30s she'd been really
desperate, wondering whether or not
anybody would reply to the letters of
application she'd sent out. Even for a
woman with her qualifications it wasn't
easy.
But finally she got a call from the head
of the Tariff Board. At the moment they
were making do in temporary quarters,
but they'd be moving in a couple of
months.   If she could, perhaps,wait?
The job. when finally she got it in
1934, was fascinating. Actually she got
two jobs — chief research economist for
both the Tariff Board and the Dominion
Trade and Industry Commission — and
held both until 1945 when she resigned.
But during that time she became the
only woman administrator of the Wartime Prices and Trade Board when she
was seconded from the Tariff Board at
the beginning of the war.
At the very beginning. She remembers the funny feeling she had, the
morning of September 3, 1939, when
she got the news. She was out in an
Alberta sugar beet field talking to a
farmer about his crop yield when someone handed her a telegram:
"Report back at once to Ottawa as
economic adviser to the Wartime Prices
and Trade Board."
Maybe she'd better dig out those reference books now. So much happened
during those war years, and she kept
track of it all in these green looseleafs.
Thumbing through them now, she
shakes her head thinking about the 15-
hour days, the meetings, the endless
homework, the reams of reports she
waded through.
What she did. as administrator of oils
and fats, was assume responsibility for
everything from soap to starch, paint to
printing ink:
"The essentiality of all uses is authorized by the administrator."
Here, written out on these looseleaf
pages, it sounds so cut-and-dried:
"Crude petroleum and its derivatives.
Reference 84." Profits and losses of all
Canadian oil companies. Production of
fish oils....
Oh, that reminds her of Donald Gordon's first meeting after he'd been
yanked out of the Bank of Canada to
take over as head of the Wartime Prices
and Trade Board. She'd made out the
agenda for the meeting. He'd looked
down at it; then looked up at her. puzzled:
"Dogfish livers? I didn't even know
that dogfish had livers!"
She'd laughed, then explained. Great
Britain had sent out an S.O.S. for
supplies of vitamin A to supplement the
margarine they were making out of
whale oil. Phyllis Turner had scouted
every possibility, found that West Coast
dogfish livers rated very high as sources
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of this vitamin. What she wanted from
the board was backing in her request to
the fishermen to start saving these fish
livers which always before they'd discarded.
The need for additional oils was one
of the priorities during the war years —
(remember it was this lack which helped
defeat Germany in the First World
War) — so it was her job, as administrator, to uncover new sources. She
spent countless hours, in slicker and old
boots, talking up the need for East
Coast fishermen to go after cod livers
for the oil which had always been imported before that. She likes to think
that as a result of her work, Canada
ended up supplying 100 countries with
codliver oil. and that 125,000 gallons a
year were sold right in this country, a
new and lucrative industry.
She didn't mind trekking around like
that. Matter of fact she must have been
in every packing plant, every industrial
establishment, right across the country,
at one time or another. And the only
time she ever flinched was once she
happened to be in a glue factory just at
the moment they were about to kill a
horse on the floor. She tried to grit her
teeth and watch but she just couldn't,
and had to ask to be excused. See here?
This report lists Bone and Hide Glue,
1939-41. Straightforward enough. It's
only when you can read between the
lines, as she can, that you see that horse
as she did. But it was all part of her job.
Like the lineups outside her office
door the morning after war was declared. Housewives wanted sugar for
canning. Confectioners wanted sugar
for manufacturing. And there wasn't a
pound on the grocers' shelves. Supplies
were temporarily tied up at Jamaica by
the British Admiralty until suitable defences could be prepared.
Phyllis Turner was on the phone four
or five hours every day, trying to commandeer what stocks she could. A lot of
people were unreasonable, but not J.W.
McConnell, head of St. Lawrence
Sugar. She hadn't known him until
they'd been involved in the revision of
the West Indies Trade Agreement, and
he'd been a tough person to bargain with
then. But the minute war was declared
he was on the phone to her: "Madam
Turner, whatever stocks we have are
yours."
George Mclvor, head of the Canadian Wheat Board, was mighty decent
too. She'd called him to Ottawa, asked
him to help get rapeseed established as a
prairie crop. He'd gone back to Winnipeg, told his colleagues, and met with
complete rejection of the idea. "Okay,"
Mclvor told them, "you go to Ottawa
and tell Mrs. Turner yourselves." The
men went. They saw, and she conquered. They returned to face the rest of
their Wheat Board colleagues: "Guess
what, gentlemen?" they said jubilantly.
"We're in the rapeseed business."
But not everybody was that accommodating.
Onceshe'dgone home to havedinner
with the children when the phone rang.
The minister of labour (why in
Heaven's name did they put the WPTB
under him?) wanted a press release sent
out immediately. She was dead on her
feet, but she went back to the office, got
the job done, and took it over to him.
"This is no damned good," he
stormed.
"Listen," she said, near to tears,
"what I don't know about press releases would fill a book, but this is the
best I can do — and at least it's factual.''
If she'd been Frank, now. He had
such a way with words, with people.
She remembered the night she met him.
It was a dinner party, held for those who
were going to attend George VI's coronation. Frank MacKenzie Ross? The
name didn't mean a thing to her. But he
was interesting to talk to, and he told her
about his work as director-general of
naval arms and equipment in the department of munitions and supplies.
It was all very pleasant. He said he'd
like to take her to dinner some time. She
said she'd like that. Then, just as they
were leaving the table he said:
"You're going to think this is really
extraordinary, but I'm going to marry
you."
"But I'm not going to quit my job,"
she said.
"Well, I won't marry a woman who
works," he answered.
Just the same, he started courting her.
Came calling in his chauffeur-driven,
block-long LaSalle with the top down.
The children adored him. As soon as the
war was over she resigned and they
were married.
A smile drifts over her mouth as
memories of the years with Frank pile
one upon another. Happy years. Busy
years, while they played host to famous
and royal people, as the lieutenant-
governor and chatelaine of B.C.'s Government House, from 1955-60.
Two years, in particular, she'll never
forget — the two years she spent supervising the reconstruction of Government House after the disastrous fire of
April 15, 1957. They'd lost everything
in that fire — jewelry, pictures of the
children, all their personal records.
She'd felt, at first, as though all her life
had gone up in smoke.
Immediately after the fire she got dozens of phone calls from interior decorators wanting to be commissioned,
but she decided to do the job herself.
She also kept tabs on the construction of
the new mansion, because none of the
architects working on it had ever been
inside the old Government House, and
they had no conception of exactly what
was required.
For two years she practically lived in a hard hat, checking and double-
checking each day's progress. She
scoured antique dealers' shops, home
and abroad, to find exactly the right furnishings and accessories. Every yard of
carpet, every foot of wallpaper, was
selected by her.
She remembered a Mrs. Smith, head
of Bryn Mawr's department of
economics, who had said: "You know,
Miss Gregory, the main purpose of preparing for a PhD is that it teaches you
how to find things."
Oh, there was a little controversy
when the house was finished. Some critics thought that it had cost too much —
$2,000,000 — and others felt it was too
staid and traditional. But most people
felt, as she did, that it was a gracious,
stately and charming residence of which
British   Columbians   could  be proud.
She was especially delighted when,
after touring the newly-completed
Government House, "Chunky"
Woodward, who should know what he's
talking about, said to her: "Well, I happen to know, Mrs. Ross, that you've
saved the government at least $500,000
that I know of."
Yes, that was a feather in her cap —
mmm, that brings up a subject she'd just
as soon forget, that awful situation
about the aigrette hat. She was accused
of breaking the law when she appeared
at the opening of the legislature in
January, 1956, in a white feather hat.
What a fuss — and how embarrassing.
They claimed the feathers in her hat
were used in defiance of the Federal
Migratory Birds' Act. Of course it
turned out that the feathers weren't
Canadian, they were Hungarian. But it
really was so disagreeable at the time.
Frank was furious about it. He couldn't
stand to see her hurt.
Dear Frank. He was so proud of the
honours given her — the C.B.E.. the
Great Trekker Award, the Most Venerable Order of the Hospital of St. John
of Jerusalem, the Order of Malta, the
Human Relations Award from the
Canadian Council of Christians and
Jews, the Woman of the Century Award
for B.C. from the National Council of
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first thing you know, and there's still a
lot to be done before that. Let's see,
now. Where's that list? First things
first...."a
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19 The Heart
of the
Matter
Walter Gage's University
Donald Stainsby
// was 30years ago-January 1945, the
war still thundering on, Norman A.M.
MacKenzie still a freshman president -
that I got that examination paper back,
the only 100 per cent I ever received at
university. And I remember sitting in
Brock Hall coffee shop in stunned he-
musement, flipping through the pages,
frankly gloating over the checkmark beside the answer to every question. And
on the final page, the final checkmark so
much heavier, more emphatic, than the
others - looking at it you could see the
marker's delight. Under it was written:
"Good boy!"
It was initialled "WHG".
That exam and that mark tell virtually
nothing about me. But I think that they
tell a lot about Walter H. Gage.
Already I can sense that he thinks I'm
writing an obituary, and he's going to
have me up for that. And so he should.
What is it then? Goodbye, Walter
Gage?
Not bloody likely.
Because — quite simply — he is not
going anywhere.
. He is not retiring or standing down.
He is not even "going back" to the
classroom, because he never left it. He
is merely shucking off the trappings of
administration.
Walter Gage has been at various
times president, acting president, deputy president, head of uncounted
committees, long-time dean of everything. But always, through everything,
he has remained in the classroom.
"I couldn't see myself being in the
university and not teaching," he
explained recently. "It was my first
love, my first enthusiasm. And I found
it was a good thing — it was my way
of relaxing from administrative problems."
As he spoke, he was sitting behind his
desk in the rather plain room in the old
administration building that serves as an
office for the president of the University
of British Columbia. He would not be
sitting there many weeks longer, and he
had granted an interview with considerable reluctance — "nothing much out of
the ordinary has happened" since the
Chronicle last wrote about him.
Nothing much, except the passing of
time. Now he is 70 years old. He has
been associated with the university and
its former affiliate, Victoria College, for
54 of those years. And he is soon to
emerge once again as Prof Gage,
teacher of mathematics. "I expect to be
teaching next year and I expect to be
teaching a full load." he said.
So it is quite impossible, at this time,
in this place, to use all the handy cliches
about the end of an era. orthe passing of
the Age of Gage. They are just not
true. Equally out of place would be a
recital of his honours and awards —
they are all listed in many other places
anyway. Except, perhaps for one — the
caption under his picture in the 1945
issue of the Totem: "Prof Gage,
freshman's friend."
"I like the first year students." he
says still, "because I think when they
come into the university they're looking
forward to a new experience. They have
a freshness about them that probably
the student who has been here a year or
two doesn't have. It's rather nice to be
at the beginning of a student's career
and to be able to see what he has done
by the time he graduates. There's an
extra thrill in that sort of relationship."
That perfect mark of mine was Math I,
naturally. Christmas exam. One paper
written by one callow freshman, among
how many hundred others in how manx
20  sections crowding in turn into Arts 100?
(It remains unlikely, even for him, but it
seems at times as though he must have
taught all 800 of Us in that biggest-ever,
till then, freshman class.)
The university even then was a large
and baffling place for the freshmen
spewing out of rickety buses into the
blackness for 8:10 lectures, an unknown
land fraught with taunting upper-
classmen, with arrogant scholars
who resented the frosh classes foisted
upon them and let the frosh know it,
with timid junior academics who did not
seem to understand the function of a
classroom. It was, too, a land apart
from and at constant odds with a seemingly hostile, uncomprehending
"downtown".
And there was Arts 100 at Math I
time, immediately warm and happy
amidst the jostle of students struggling
for seats - not all of them by any means
enrolled in the class. After class, casually, any day, there was that man with
the jerky walk, bobbing across the
Quad, one arm clutched around books
and papers, the other invariably waving
cheery greetings, head nodding, face
smiling - if anyone could be the symbol
of the university, it was he; he knew
what it was all about.
From his own freshman days in 1921,
Walter Gage has been involved with the
University of British Columbia night
' and day as student, instructor, committee member and administrator. He
speaks with a unique authority and potential for insight into its development,
for who has helped to shape it more than
he as it has mushroomed from the cosy
collection of characters in the Fairview
Shacks to one of the largest universities
in Canada.
He sees two threads running through
UBC's development, helping to create
the special character of the institution.
Characteristically, he finds one involves the students, the other the faculty. "I think that the students here have
always been very independent and are
anxious to remain independent so that
their own student affairs will continue
to be taken care of by themselves," he
said. "And I think that's been respected
by every administration."
It is this established tradition of student autonomy, he feeis, that has worked, as much as anything else, to keep
UBC relatively free of the student activism and violence that swept so many
North American campuses in the late
'60s. What students in many institutions
were fighting for had been part of U BC
from the beginning, he feels.
On the other hand, unrest has not
been absent from UBC in another form:
"There has been a great deal of discussion and many different points of view
in the university; it is not conservative
in that respect."
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The faculty for its part, he believes,
has always maintained a special sense of
identity with the university itself. Although he fears that this attitude has
been weakened of late, in some respects, he believes "there is still a desire on the part of members of the university faculty not to restrict themselves to their own faculties — that is,
they feel that they are a part of the university and not just a part of an institution within the university."
But, quite apart from the threads that
go into the university, what about the
thing itself? How does Walter Gage
look at this institution he has played so
large a part in shaping?
First, he considers a university's
function: "To preserve the learning of
the past, to explore new avenues in the
field of learning, to make certain that
these are conveyed to as many students
as are qualified." There is, therefore,
always a place for both the classics and
the social sciences, the old and the new.
The application of the learning is best
left to the graduates themselves when
they take their place in society.
To fulfill its function, the university,
naturally, needs money: "We've always feit its financial needs were being
met in a minimal way. That's still true,
because even though our grants have
gone up, our costs have gone up."
(Similarly with the students — though
they have more money than formerly,
relative to society they are no better off.
And, as "Dean of Bursaries" these
many years, he ought to know: "Got a
money problem? Go see Dean Gage.")
On another plane, what the university
needs, perhaps even more than money,
is stability.
"Not a stability that means a conservative, unchanging organization or
point of view, but one that gives people
an opportunity to do what they need to
do in terms of learning, so that they will
not be hampered by physical or financial
restraints," he said. "It needs to be free
of restraints to give the scholar and the
scholar students the opportunity for the
fullest participation without being extravagant."
A greater understanding has grown
up between the university and
"downtown" — even though "the two
things are different" — because more
university people are involved with business and government, more and more
people are attending university and because the university itself has matured.
"It is a relationship that one must not
expect to develop beyond a certain
point," he said. "I think that the university will always do things that probably aren't on a day-to-day relationship
with the city."
He sees size as being only a limited
factor in a university's effectiveness.
"Physical size is always a problem,"he
said, "but it doesn't have to be a prob
lem that's insurmountable in terms of
the deficiencies that are created."
There is a balance, he feels: "If we were
smaller it's quite possible that there
would be certain disciplines that we
wouldn't offer; if we were too large they
might be here and the student couldn't
be made aware of them.
"I don't think size itself is the problem. I think that sometimes we under-
stress the fact that the larger institution
has advantages that it wouldn't have if it
were smaller."
Class size, he thinks, has to be a function of the individual instructor and the
particular subject. He would not like to
set any limits on class size, because
some instructors like big classes.
He referred to Dr. Garnet G.
Sedgewick, "one of the real figures of
history in this university," whose
Shakespeare courses remain a legend.
"Dr. Sedgewick was an actor," Gage
said, "as well as a very learned scholar.
Dr. Sedgewick loved a large class, and I
always had the feeling that the larger the
class the more he reacted and the more
fun, if you like, the class became. Because it was fun, people learned — they
had an appreciation of what he was trying to do."
Honestly. Walter Gage was not talking about himself.
/ was not interested in math. I took it
only because I had to, and quit taking
notes - when we began calculus, I believe - though naturally I didn't quit
going, as soon as I was sure of a second
class.
Yet I learned math.
I don't remember learning it. I do
remember my fellows in that Arts 100
herd being twitted about exploits of
their parents as students. I remember
being regaled with tales of the sophisticated delights of beautiful downtown
Horsefly, or Ladysmith, or Castlegar,
while the expatriate of the place
squirmed in hilarious discomfort: how
can anyone make the phrase "Stainsby
-from Ladner, I believe" so damned
funny?
I recall games like guzinta - remember? Six guzinta 18 three times... I
remember the nervous tick of chalky
thumb Hipping across grinning lips and
being bemused that there was never a
chalk-smudge on his face, though there
so often was on his sports jacket.
What I do not remember is any agony
in learning math.
Always, inevitably, we come back to
the heart of the matter — Walter Gage,
teacher: "I can never separate anything
at the universitv from the teaching I
do."
"I'd made up my mind I was going to
teach early in high school," said Walter
Gage, winner of the first Master
Teacher Award given by UBC, "and anything I did was directed toward
teaching. So in a way my ambitions
were fulfilled."
In a way.
It was emeritus dean of arts and science, Sperrin Chant, who after working
alongside Gage for 25 years suggested
(with apologies to Mark Hopkins) the
university was a log with a student sitting on one end and Walter Gage on the
other.
There have been a lot of us sitting on
that log. Gage has not kept track, but
"I've been teaching, say, 400 or 500
students for quite a number of years".
Taking that as a dubious average over
his half-century in the UBC lecture
halls gives something like 20.000 or
25.000 of us rattling around, each with
our own memories of Prof Gage.
He has his memories too. of "many
very exciting moments", though he
finds it hard to isolate them: "Certainly,
there have been things that have been
particularly thrilling — when a class has
obviously enjoyed what you were doing
and you feel that the class has learned
something that you were trying to put
over."
He has never tired of mathematics.
He has never stopped trying to do problems that are unsolved: "I've not succeeded very well," he grinned, "but I
do keep my interest by trying original
problems in mathematics. Not that I
think I'm going to make any contribution that way — except that I think if
you are continually interested in your
own subject, your enthusiasm surely
brushes off on your students."
Enthusiasm — the word keeps recurring in Prof Gage's speech. It is one of
the things that he hopes the student will
bring with him to the university — "an
enthusiasm for the subject whether or
not the student sees that what he is
learning is going to have application."
And tolerance: "The student and the
instructor each has to have tolerance, at
least till the course is well on its way.
The student must be willing to grant that
there may be applications that can't be
made clear in the earlier stages or that
the subject itself is worth something because of the inner feeling that it gives to
the student."
Primarily. of course, the student must
have the fundamentals on which the
course is based and a willingness to
make up any deficiencies that do exist.
This is not always the case today.
"I think there are fewer students who
come in with prior knowledge of a subject than you had before." he said, "but
this is probably counterbalanced by a
broader point of view."
He wishes that this broader point of
view could be achieved without sacrificing drill in the basics, but he feels that
any lack can be made up by a good student in a year or two and that true
scholarship   opportunities   still   exist.
Knowing the students is important for
a teacher — knowing their names (an
aspect of his myth that he thinks is
perhaps over-emphasized, though I
have yet to meet anyone who would
agree with him) and keeping your office
door open to the students.
"Knowing them is a part of successful teaching," he said. "Knowing them
is achieved by knowing their names, but
it's also knowing something about their
circumstances. You'll only find out
about their circumstances if you see
them or they see you. So the so-called
open door is merely one of those things
that follows naturally if you're going to
do good teaching."
As Walter Gage sat behind the president's desk talking to me. eyeing the
tape-recorder with considerable suspicion, he seemed almost eagerly tense,
as though waiting for the bell to ring that
would free him to return full time to his
classroom, to let him stroll again around
the campus as he used to do.
"I don'tthink whatl've done as presi
dent is remarkable in any way at all." he
said finally. "It's just one of those
things that has happened.
"1 don't think I've done any remarkable teaching. The only thing I can say
is that I have been enthusiastic about
teaching and want to continue doing it."
/ remember Prof Gage telling us that he
never marked papers, just threw them
down the stairs with those going the
farthest getting the highest marks. And
I remember the situation on that distant
post-Christmas day when I, the fervent
non-student of math, riffled happily
through the perfect paper, marked with
such obvious pleasure bv The Man him-
self.
And I remember one more of his
clarion-calls: "Cheer up - the worst is
yet to come." It is, indeed. One day.
surely - it's the lot of man - Walter H.
Gage will announce his retirement, u
Donald Stainsby, BA '53, is a Vancouver free-lance writer. fl PfllFlFUL CASE
H. Richard Weiner
On August 31, Harold Singleton decided that he needed money. A number
of economies suggested themselves. He
could move back onto campus or take a
roommate. Neither alternative was at
all satisfactory. Even modest retrenchments, switching to a party line telephone and reading his magazines off the
library shelves, were repellant. With a
way of life, it is not so much death or
dishonour, as dishonour followed by a
species of death. He could take the
University into his confidence and
apply for a student loan: no better than
the others. He could take a part-time
job. something menial and loathsome,
probably among the bestial. The plan
had the virtues of not compromising his
privacy, either at home or on campus.
In purest practicality, then, he decided
to seek the least filthy occupation,
among the best educated workers,
available.
The following Monday, the Campus
Work Office sent him to the main dining
hall kitchen. Steaming dish water
burned his hands and chlorine fumes
burned his eyes. After his third day. he
was led into an unlit freezer compartment and locked in for five minutes;
then he was given a white sweatshirt
with a crossed knife and fork on the
front. He washed the shirt twice, with
bleach, and returned to the Campus
Work Office.
On Thursday, therefore. Harold
went to work where he often had gone
for pleasure, the main computer facility
in the basement of Math Sciences Hall.
Computer labs are air-conditioned, furnished in soft pastels and chrome steel
furniture. They are quiet. Harold had
his own key and. except for exam
weeks, he often stayed the night, using
Buckingham's pinochle program to play
the computer endless games of chance.
It wasn't the absolute fairness of the
dealer that he enjoyed, he could do as
well playing both hands at once. Nor
was it the chance that he might, through
application and luck, beat the odds,
since the odds for beating the odds can
be figured up. and Harold was not interested in testing the validity of probability theory. Of course the computer
played a very sharp game — but no
sharper than the man who taught it to,
play. Harold simply enjoyed the company of the unit. When two pieces of
equipment are capable of working together, they are said to be compatible.
That was the sensation Harold enjoyed:
he was proving his compatibility.
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But this was not recreation, it was
gainful employment in the Institute for
Computer Services. The first week he
spent bringing the main library's loan
record under control, which is to say.
part of an evening reprogramming the
computer and several days keeping the
library staff out of trouble. It was a good
job; most of it was conducted on the
telephone.
Over the weekend Harold calculated
that he was near solvency with the
world and nearly $30,000 in debt to the
computer for his nightly gambling. He
installed a credit limit in the pinochle
program. Whenever he lost too heavily
the computer would remind him: The
management requests that you exercise
moderation this evening. Please enjoy
yourself. Thank you. He played on into
the night, approaching economic
equilibrium on all fronts.
Since he spent Sunday night there.
Harold was the first senior programmer
at the Institute Monday morning. The
secretary sat down beside him. Harold
told her to put out her cigarette. "The
computers are very sensitive to heat.
You'll set off the fire alarm."
She offered to get some coffee;
Harold declined it. The secretary began
telling Harold how strange physicists
like himself were.
"I'm not a physicist. I'm an electrical
engineer, a computer scientist."
She continued. There was a story on
television about a young physicist, a
genius like Harold, who theorized a way
to extinguish the sun. The physicist felt
so guilty about his work that he never
left a small room in the laboratory. His
friends brought flowers and fresh bread,
but he only thought of the long darkness
to come. They pulled him to the windows and showed him the sea, but he
saw only ice ruins. He was bitter for a
while, then he was silent. One night he
dreamed he was left alone on the planet
he killed. The next day he pushed a
pencil through the arteries in his left
wrist.
Harold said nothing.
Someone was at the reception desk.
The secretary left, saying. "You had to
be there. I guess."
That was one of the specific failings of
human beings. Anything one machine
could know could be taught to any other
machine. But for all Harold could tell,
there was nothing one man could communicate to another. There was no
common programming language, so
everyone was generating an exclusive
output. It was easy enough for Harold
to agree that the story seemed sad, but a
silence opened between what he intended by that and what the secretary
understood. It's the Tower of Babel all
over again. Harold thought. But this
time we all imagine ourselves to be
speaking the same language.
Harold didn't feel superior because of
his insight. He felt baffled and frustrated, like a computer guessing at the
world through crippled software, and
lonely, like the only unit of a discontinued series.
The secretary sent Harold a psychology grad student named Mortimer.
Mortimer wanted a "computer terminal
bank" in his laboratory.
"I'm a computer analyst, not a technician. I can't install a terminal in your
lab."
"Maybe I'd better explain. We've
just gotten a bundle of government research money to conduct ESP experiments. Our prospectus called for
computer-generated and recorded testing."
"Does anyone in your group have
experience with computers?"
"No. But some people at Stanford
got a grant last year because they used a
computer to eliminate the human element."
The pseudo-sciences exploit the hard
sciences. Harold thought, to make their
fishing expeditions legitimate. "Tell me
all about it," Harold said.
Mortimer's experiment was a minor
refinement of the classic tests for clairvoyance and telepathy. The computer
would dream up a deck of 25 cards, each
card marked with one of five symbols.
In some decks, the computer would insert five of each symbol; the other decks
would be filled completely by chance.
To test for clairvoyance, the computer
would "think" ofonecardat a time, and
the subject try to call it correctly. In the
telepathy test, the computer would
show Mortimer the card; he would concentrate feebly on it, and the subject
would try to call what Mortimer saw.
Use of a computer did have the virtue of
perfect unpredictability. And. Harold
suspected, the computer was expected
to handle all the bookkeeping.
"The program can be written to score
each run for significant deviation," he
told Mortimer. "That's the one you
want, isn't it?"
"That would be great." Freedom
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"meTTINDIA Mortimer generous. "Listen, we're
running preliminary tests later this
week. The department pays subjects
$2.50 an hour. The least you can get is
three hours for sitting and pushing buttons. Why don't you drop by?"
Harold planned to sit and push on
Thursday, when his class load was light.
Mortimer was less than completely
conscientious in playing with his new
toy, however, and needed help on Wednesday. The first test results were so far
below normal chance that Mortimer
was convinced he had discovered a new
kind of negative ESP ability. "Every
subject so far has tested better than
100-to-l below random selection. I'm
sure nobody's had anything like this
happen before."
Harold looked up at the fluorescent
lighting panels on the ceiling. It would
be impossible to trouble shoot the problem over the phone with Mortimer on
the other end. His quiet afternoon of
study was done for. Harold walked over
to Behavioural Sciences.
By the time Harold found Mortimer's
egregious error, the subjects had gone
home, baffled and anxious at their newfound abilities. Mortimer had created a
half dozen psychic phenomena and the
afternoon was still young. Harold
noticed that Mortimer was the only person on the floor wearing a white lab
jacket. Best to run through the tests
once and get a reliable result, he figured,
and have done with this folly.
The first tests, for clairvoyance, went
smoothly. Mortimer went to great
lengths to orient Harold to the apparatus. He conferred with Harold after
each deck was run through. Results
were within regular tolerances. Mortimer became a trifle disappointed.
The tests for telepathy had Mortimer
all excited again, if a little wary. Harold
was sent into a small closet-room off the
laboratory proper. Symbols flashed on
the display board where Mortimer
could see them. Harold punched his
prediction of what Mortimer saw into
another terminal. After each deck was
finished, Mortimer came into the little
room shaking his head.
"It's like the other tests this morning,
only the results are running the other
way." Then he shook his head and
asked Harold to run through another
deck.
After the eighth deck, Mortimer entered the room with an older man in a
herringbone jacket. Harold noticed
leather elbow patches. Tenured faculty,
he thought.
"This is Doctor Morton. He's supervisor for the project," Mortimer announced.
"Mortimer tells me you helped with
the computer end of this show." Morton sat down. "Is there any possibility
that these results could be as unreliable
as the ones we got this morning?"
Harold played it straightface. "Mor-
26
timer and I have sorted it out."
"Mortimer and you. I was afraid of
that. Would you get me some cards,
Mortimer?"
"This computer terminal bank is better."
"Please get me some cards"
"Open or closed deck?" Mortimer
asked.
"Cards, man." While Mortimer was
out, Morton took a medical history.
There was nothing significant on either
side of Harold's family. He had no serious illnesses, no previous experiences
of this nature. Mortimer returned with
two decks of cards. The two
psychologists returned to the larger
room. Mortimer was asked to cut both
decks. Morton asked Harold to signal
when he was ready to begin. Harold
recorded his fifty responses, Morton
noted the cards.
Morton entered the little room alone.
"I'm going into my office on the other
side of this building, and I'm going to
write down five numbers between one
and ten. I can use any number as often
as I want. Concentrate on those numbers and try to copy them. When you're
finished, give your list to Mortimer. Do
you have any questions?"
"Doctor, how did Mortimer get into
your graduate school?"
Ten minutes later Harold was summoned into the lab. Morton was looking
down at his clipboard. Harold had been
right 56 per cent of the time on the telepathy test, and two times on the number
list. Morton asked him to return. The
experiments would not interfere with
his studies — and he would be handsomely recompensed for time away
from his job at Computer Services.
Harold agreed, but not happily.
Morton quickly established that
Harold had no influence over dice,
either how or where they would fall. He
had no insight into future events or control over current events. The tests that
satisfied Morton, Harold noted, did not
require a computer.
Harold stayed even with the computer that weekend: he spent Saturday,
Sunday and Monday in University
Medical Centre as a guest of the
Psychology Department. Nothing, internal or external, distinguished Harold
from other university students. Before
all the test results were concluded, Morton drew Harold aside. Morton seemed
troubled and Harold thought suddenly
of cancer. The doctor brought two coffees from a machine in the hall.
"I can't drink anything until six
o'clock."
"I'm not interested in how much albumen you pass in your urine. Sit down,
I have a favour to ask."
The tone was so familiar Harold
didn't have to listen to the words. He
turned to Morton. "What do you want,
Doctor?"
"A classmate of mine from graduate
school has a subject, same scores on the
ESP tests as you. No other psychic
abilities, just uncanny at reading cards.
We want you to try to find each other, as
it were, without ever meeting physically, and see how much experience you
can share."
"I don't understand that last part."
"This is the new part. We want to put
you into another person's head." Morton's thumb punched through the side of
the cup. "Your body is a prison cell, a
cave. It's all you know. Everything
you've ever experienced has been expressed within parameters of perception defined by your own body .It's possible that we can get you out of that
prison."
"And into another?"
"You would be free of your body,
something unprecedented in human experience. The prospect is as exhilarating as it is," Morton groped for the
word, "awesome."
"Awesome?"
"We can only guess how different the
complex of associations one person
uses in his private, unspoken language
are from another's, but we're sure the
far side of the moon could not be more
foreign. And that is awesome because
no one can predict your reaction to the
great wash of strangeness another mind
contains. Some people fear it might
drive you crazy."
Harold stood up. "I'll think about
it." When Harold opened his apartment
door that night, he realized that if Morton's experiment worked at all, it implied an end to any privacy. He tried to
ignore the problem. He read a science
fiction novel about war between men
and computers. Men won. The book
was imbecilic but the premise had been
on Harold's mind for years.
Cellular evolution had played itself
out in man. Two billion years of research and development produced the
first prototype and a million more years
were required for minor systems modifications. The comparison to mechanical evolution was simple. In fifty years,
technology had progressed to the point
where a new generation, a palpable improvement on the species, arrived every
ten years, every five. It might happen,
that machines would challenge men for
control. And in that case, Harold knew,
his loyalty would be decided. He would
follow the higher form of intelligence.
Harold awoke with a comparison
which excited him as much as the project did Morton: a telepathic connection
would effect a computer interface in
human terms. For once, there would be
genuine communication of information,
language with all the verbiage stripped
away. Attractive as Harold found complete openness, he was reassured by
another aspect of the analogy. Any interface depends on closed circuitry:
open one switch and the whole exchange is terminated. His privacy was secure.
Morton was pleased but cautious. He
scheduled more tests, which made
Harold's temples sore and gave him a
tension headache. Pressure built as the
time for first contact approached, and
Harold found himself irritable. He
began losing concentration and hearing
things. Morton offered to postpone or
cancel the experiment. Harold asked
him to continue.
So one afternoon in early October,
Mortimer looked up from his watch,
switched on a video tape recorder and
signalled Harold to begin receiving signals from someone he had never seen or
heard. Nothing occurred to Harold. He
shrugged. There were some rapid adjustments. All electrical equipment was
disconnected. Researchers were pressed into another room. Harold was
comfortable, but he wasn't aware of
anything suggesting that he select from
the standard symbols.
Not much later. Morton realized that
Mortimer had failed to allow for time
zone differences with the other school.
Harold wasn't aware of any signals because none were being sent. He was
relieved. After all the mounting anxiety,
the anticlimax cast the whole project in
a comic light. Mortimer was banished to
the rat laboratory and they waited for
the prearranged time.
Morton sat down next to him. "I suppose it's unscientific to tell you this," he
said, "but the other subject is female."
There was no way to apply the information. Harold nodded.
When contact was made, it was quite
direct and plain. Instead of strong intuitions guiding his choices, Harold was
positive about the symbols the other
subject was viewing. Harold became
half a transmission line as accurate as a
telegraph.
Are thoughts directional. Harold
wondered. If so. their strength would
diminish off axis. Otherwise, what form
of radiation would travel this far? But
those questions depended on the location of the other subject. As he wondered, the other subject looked out the
window of the test room.
He could see the campus clearly — as
if the paint was not yet dry on the canvas of creation. It was late fall somewhere. On the street, people wore light
jackets. Unfamiliar trees kept their
green. Then Harold was certain he was
looking at the University of Wisconsin
campus. He began to recognize people
as they walked by. The mind creates its
own threshold limiting device, he
thought. That's why the information is
released in discrete packets. And yet he
couldn't detect the impulses: he simply
became aware of details. The other subject turned her attention back to the test
room.
The new perception of familiar things
startled most. She was more sensitive to
heat and pressure than he was. so tex
tures were new. Corduroy, wool, fur
were all novel experiences.
Morton took his result sheet. Harold
sat quietly and learned about Wisconsin
and how it feels to be a woman. Wisconsin was cold and fairly dry; being a
woman was utterly foreign and yet
naggingly familiar.
Morton had verified results with Wisconsin. The preliminary contact was a
great success. Harold was asked to recount his experience. He explained the
clear assurance he had in choosing the
cards, how it differed from other experiments. Morton started prying: was
there anything else? Harold excused
himself as very fatigued and repaired to
the computer lab.
He brooded at the console. Being inside a woman's skin was so consistent,
so sensible, the first contact couldn't
account for the sensation.
He summoned up his creditor, the
pinochle program. Harold slouched in
his chair, relaxed already. Before the
game was properly started, however,
Harold realized the girl was copying the
console colour scheme onto a canvas.
He moved his chair back so she could
judge the shadow. He turned off a light.
Later in the afternoon, Harold
worked through some low level calculus
for the girl. Everything was understood
the first time he explained it. We have
interface, he thought. I feel like my
machine is functioning properly for the
first time. She thought an image of them
hugging; he thought of them kissing.
They both withdrew, embarrassed and
moved. The rest of the afternoon he
couldn't work. He went to the library,
checked out a book she had been reading.
Before he shut down for the night
Harold indulged himself with some gin.
Lying in bed with the light off, lascivious thoughts occurred to him. The girl
was alone in her dorm room. Every
night thereafter until semester break,
they joined. During the day they were
patient with the experimenters; at night
they were unique lovers. Nothing was
forbidden them.
Morton watched his subject change
during the next days. Harold paid less
attention to the experiments, often
seemed preoccupied. Occasionally he
smiled for no apparent reason. Morton
did not object to Harold's attitude. He
couldn't interfere, anyway.
Physics Department personnel entered the project. More equipment was
carted into the large room, Harold was
attached to, inspected by, compared
with, machinery and other subjects.
Theories were propagated to account
for his performance —entertained, discounted, revised. Harold remained
calm. The girl showed him a poem:
We dance around in a ring and
suppose.
But the Secret sits in the middle
and knows.
The
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paintings and constructions
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ROBERT MITCHENER
paintings and watercolours
HELEN PIDDINGTON
etchings
RICHARD PRINCE
constructions
BENITA SANDERS
silkscreens
GORDON SMITH
silkscreens
ROBERT YOUNG
watercolours
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A Postie's Lot
Is Not
A Happy One ...
Specially, when he brings the
Alumni Records Department
bags of Alumni 'Unknowns'..
So if you're planning to
change your name, address or
life style ... let us know —
and bring a little lightness
to a postie's walk, (enclosure of your
Chronicle mailing label is helpful)
Alumni Records
6251 N.W. Marine Drive
Vancouver, B.C. V6T1A6
Name
(Maiden Name) 	
(Married women please note your husband's full name and indicate
title i.e. Mrs., Ms., Miss, Dr.)
Address
Class Year.
This led to further mysterious smiles.
The life of a guinea pig isn't hard,
Harold thought. He's in love, Morton
thought, and that complicates everything.
Morton decided to recess direct testing at semester break. There was already more material than had been expected and not enough ways to explain
it. The physicists laboured into the night
demonstrating how certain phenomena
could not be obtained, given the structure of modern physics; then they wondered if the results did not topple the
structure. Several of the psychologists
were preparing articles on the tests so
far. Harold was pleasant but distant.
Morton inquired after Harold's personal life. The girl invited herself to the
University for vacation. Harold did not
object.
There was no reason to meet her at
the terminal. Harold paced his room.
He put on his kitchen staff sweatshirt;
he threw it off. He put on the IBM shirt
that technicians from the firm were
handing out. He waited. He turned the
lights off. He switched them back on.
When she arrived Harold was screwing the gin bottle closed. He looked at
her and it was not the same. Before he
had looked through her eyes; now he
had to look into them. There was no
way to ignore her. She reached to touch
him. He thought a volcano at her, then a
pouring acid rain and then a decomposing face in a featureless waste. He
thought silence and non-sensation and
finally he generated a gray mist so dense
he actually did not notice her leaving.
Harold opened the book she had admired. He read:
Naked and alone  we came into
exile. In her dark womb we did not
know our mother's face; from the
prison of her flesh we came into the
unspeakable and incommunicable
prison of this earth. Which of us
has known his brother? Which of us
has looked into his father's heart?
Which of us has not remained a
stranger and alone? O  waste of
loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among
bright stars on this most weary un-
bright cinder, lost! Remembering
speechlessly we seek the great un-
forgotten language, the lost lane-
end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an
unfound door. Where? When?
When a computer or other electrical device ceases to function, it is said to go
down.   Harold ingested a methylated
solution   prepared   from   extract   of
juniper berries. The result was reduced
autonomic   functions,   aphasia,    and
finally,  sleep.   Harold went down  as
far as he could go.D
Richard Weiner is a graduate student in
creative writing at UBC.  "A Painful
Case"  was his winning entry in this
year's   Chronicle   Creative   Writing
Competition.
28 ■
Summer Session for
Very Senior Students
You say that your trailing philodendron is
looking rather peaked and that you have always hankered to have a go at playing the
triangle or timpani. If you are 65 or over, you
are in luck as UBC is once again rolling out
the red carpet for you this summer. It's the
second session of the senior citizens summer
program that began last year as a result of a
special provincial government grant.
A brochure, "Be Our Guests at UBC This
Summer" has been mailed to alumni in the
classes of' 16 to '32 (as well as those in the
late '50s who might have eligible relatives).
Full details of the one-week courses — writing for pleasure, personal fitness, music for
A shower of streamers and confetti greeted
Walter Gage as he left the War Memorial
gym after his final congregation ceremony as
university president (above). Leading the
procession is President Gage, followed by
(right) the newly-installed chancellor of the
university. Donovan Miller and chief justice
of the B.C. supreme court. Nathan Nemetz.
{left). Mr. Nemetz. who stepped down as
chancellor during the afternoon's ceremonies, was awarded an honorary doctorate
of laws. I Below, left) President Gage helped
him don his new robes while Chancellor Miller (left) supervised.
fun and relaxation, indoor and outdoor gardening, geography and even the metric system ("all students guaranteed to metricu-
late") are just samples — are included in the
pamphlet with a registration form. Regular
university credit courses are open to the
senior scholars (for credit or general interest), on the basis of space available and
subject to faculty regulations. There are no
compulsory exams or essays, unless you
choose to write them.
All courses, credit and non-credit are free
to B.C. residents.65 and over and spouses of
students who are under 65. There is even
limited free accommodation available on
campus — first come, first-served.
Again this year the alumni association's
liaison with the program was dean emerita
of women. Helen McCrae. a member of the
board of management. She will be convening
the Senior Summer Session tea at Cecil
Green Park on July 24 for all the participants
in the program. Last year it was a most
pleasant event. This year we hope to see
you there.
Early registration is advised. The first
series of classes starts on June 30. credit
courses the following week. For copies of the
program or further information contact Dr.
Norman S. Watt, director. Summer Session.
UBC. 2075 Wesbrook Place. Vancouver.
B.C.. V6T 1W5.
Special By-election:
Convocation to Meet
September 10
A meeting of convocation has been called as
a result of the university senate's decision to
increase the number of convocation
senators. The May meeting of senate authorized the holding of a meeting of convocation so that it may elect seven of its members
to senate.
The election will be held in the university
auditorium on Wednesday, September 10,
1975 at 7 p.m. The names and biographical
information of the candidates for election
may be obtained from the university registrar's office by those members of convocation who plan to attend the meeting. (All
alumni are members of convocation, the
meetings of which are chaired by the chancellor of the university.)
The official call for nominations appeared
in the April 30 issue of UBC Reports and
closed June 11.
In the past convocation members of senate
have been elected every three years by mail
ballot. This procedure has already been undertaken once this year — at considerable
expense — to elect the four convocation
senators designated by the Universities Act.
This same act allows senate to increase its
own membership, which it did at its April
meeting. This decision, which was welcomed by the alumni association, will bring
the total number of convocation senators to
11.
For further details on the election, contact
the university registrar at 228-3159 or the
executive director of the alumni association
at 228-3313.
29 Alumni gathered at the Bayshore Inn for a
dinner/dance to celebrate UBC's60years on
May 30. It was also the association's awards
night. Dr. Nathan Nemetz, was named to
receive the alumni award of distinction for
1975. Honorary life memberships were
awarded to Dr. Elsie Gregory MacGill, an
aeronautical engineer who attended UBC
with the class of '25 before graduating from
the University of Toronto, and the former
head of the UBC geography department,
Dr. J. Lewis Robinson. (Top) Alumni past
president. Chuck Campbell, (left), presented
the awards, which included an argillite carving by Haida, Ron Wilson, for President
Gage who retires on June 30. (Centre) David
Dale-Johnson, (left), who headed the planning committee for the event, chats with Dr.
Robinson. (Bottom) The evening's guest
speaker, David Brock (left), swapped a few
stories with Gerry Nairn and President
Gage.
Golden Anniversary
For Class of '25
Fifty years ago the class of'25 said good-bye
to its undergraduate days — the last class
to complete its studies in the "Fairview
Shacks", on the grounds of the Vancouver
General Hospital.
They will be celebrating the event for four
days in late June, with 50 graduates and their
spouses expected to attend. The planning
committee, headed by Bert Smith, has arranged a program that includes a reception at
the home of Phyllis Gregory Ross, a lunch at
the University Women's Club, the Golden
Anniversary dinner at the Faculty Club, an
afternoon at the Ocean Park home of Zoe
and Murray Brink, a visit to Cecil Green
Park and a tour of the campus.
Guest of honour throughout the reunion
will be UBC's retiring president. Walter H.
Gage, "a most distinguished graduate of
'25." And it is a class that has produced more
than its share of distinguished graduates —
including three university chancellors, Phyllis Ross and the late Dal Grauer of U BC and
Kenneth Caple of SFU, and a whole roster of
outstanding educators, lawyers, theologians,
scientists, authors, public servants and business people.
Chronicle Creative
Writing
Has Its Own Rewards
Bleary eyed and suffering slightly from ad-
jectiveoverload.thejudgeshave debated, deliberated and made a decision — on the winner of the 1975 Chronicle Creative Writing
Competition.
The winner's prize of $250 was won by H.
Richard Weiner, a graduate student in creative writing. His story. "A Painful Case",
can be found on page 24 of this issue. At an
awards reception in April four recognition
awards of $25 book tokens were presented by
I.C. (Scotty) Malcolm, director of the UBC
Alumni Fund to Evelyn Fox, arts 4, Margaret Hollingsworth, a graduate student in
creative writing and fine arts. Deborah
Ashford, a fourth year student in creative
writing and  fine  arts  and   Ian  Slater,  a
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graduate student in political science. (An allocation from the Alumni Fund, for prizes
and administration costs, makes the competition possible.) This was a repeat win for
Slater in the Chronicle contest. Last year he
won second prize for a radio play.
In accepting the winner's prize for the vacationing Richard Weiner, associate professor Jake Zilber expressed the appreciation of
the creative writing department for the encouragement that the contest gives to student
writers all over the campus. For the first time
the contest, which had 33 short story entries,
was open to full and part time students.
This year's panel of judges was made up of
Herb Rosengarten, assistant professor of
English at UBC , Nick Omelusik. a Chronicle contributor and head of the reading
rooms division of the UBC library and Trevor Lautens, a columnist and editor with the
Vancouver Sun.
Brief CASE
Meeting Scheduled
At the end of June the University of Victoria
Alumni Association is hosting a one day conference for alumni administrators from western Canada and the Pacific northwest states.
The conference, which has been organized
by Paul Sutherland, executive director of
the UVic alumni and Florence Lehman, of
Reed College, is expecting participants from
many of the nearly 50 members of District 8
of the Council for the Advancement and
Support of Education. Harry Franklin, UBC
alumni executive director and a member of
the CASE international alumni committee
and I.C. (Scotty) Malcolm, director of the
UBC Alumni Fund and treasurer of District
8 executive, will be active participants in the
conference. Architecture at UBC:
A Scrapbook History
Everything you ever wanted to know about
UBC's school of architecture is now in one
place for all to see — in the form of a 250
page, four inch-thick scrapbook.
The book, which will eventually be housed
in the special collections division of the library, is the result of the efforts of Charles
Haynes, BArch'74 and Barbara Peacock,
the school's secretary since 1949. They have
collected newspaper clippings, magazine articles, original manuscripts, designs, over
500 photographs and even school notices and
affixed them all to "300 year acid free paper."
Funds for the project came from the school
and from the Architectural Institute of B.C.
"Gears" Salute Gage
In Classic Bunfeed
Style
It was pretty much a stag affair at the Hyatt
Regency Hotel on May 10. Five hundred
engineers (surprisingly, with only a few red
sweaters and jackets in evidence) had
gathered to dine on roast beef, sip B.C. wine,
and kick up their heels in that peculiar way
which only the red horde seems able to
achieve. (For the sake of all concerned, some
details shall go unrecorded.)
They also came to honour a man who over
his years at UBC has developed a special
relationship with students in the Faculty of
Applied Science. His name: Walter Gage.
The evening was billed as a testimonial
dinner for Walter Gage, and it was organized
by members of the Engineering Undergraduate Society. One notable exception to
those unrecorded details is the more than
$15,000 fund raised by the engineers — students and alumni — that will be used for a
student aid project honouring Walter Gage.
Throughout a reception before the dinner
he wandered through the crowd, extending
his hand for the familiar firm shake, and
greeting graduates young and old with ajolly.
"Well, how are you?" He listened while a
long line-up of after-dinner speakers told
Gage stories and talked about his special
qualities.
Perhaps former dean of the faculty, Henry
Gunning, summed it up best: "Walter Gage
always exhibited an intuitive understanding
of the motivations and the goals of the Engineering Undergraduate Society. No other
person during 50 years has so endeared himself to people through his skill, generosity
and kindness."
The guest of honour's reply was short and
gracious. And as the crowd sang Godiva Was
a Lady, the men of the iron ring filed to the
head table to shake the man's hand. It was
perhaps the most moving tribute. D
An attentive audience of 500 UBC engineers gathered to salute their favourite math prof,
Walter Gage (left) at a testimonial dinner in early May.
Fotheringham.
"The greatest cobweb blower and
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31 wnnLDOOT
The 'father of modern science teaching in
B.C.', Arthur G. Creelman, BA'31, MA'64,
was awarded the B.C. Teachers' Federation's Fergusson Memorial Award this year.
The award, recognized Creelman's many
years as an innovator in science teaching in
B.C.... The Psychotherapy and Social Science Review "Book of the Year" award has
been won by John Elderkin Bell, BA'33
(MA, EdD, Columbia),for Family Therapy.
An originator of family group therapy, he is
currently consulting psychologist, a senior
investigator at the Palo Alto Medical Research Foundation and teacher at Stanford
and U.C.L.A.... Newly appointed as federal
deputy minister of finance is Tommy K.
Shoyama, BA'38, BCom'38, formerly deputy minister of the department of energy,
mines and resources and head of the interdepartmental task force for last year's Western Economic Opportunities Conference...
In his new position as vice-president for
Glenbrook Hospital, Glenview, Illinois,
John A. McLaren, BA'39 (MD, McGill), is
responsible for departmental planning,
staffing and policy implementation.
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John Cyril MacLean, BASc'40, president
and chief executive officer of Cominco
American, has been elected to the Fertilizer
Institute board of directors. MacLean has
been with Cominco in Spokane since 1965...
Canada's Number One author, Pierre Berton, BA'41, was one of 64 people inducted
into the Order of Canada this spring, the
highest honour the country can bestow...
The board of governors of Shawnigan Lake
School has appointed Hugh C. Wilkinson,
BCom'46, as deputy chairman. Since 1972
he has been headmaster and will continue to
exercise overall direction, with special emphasis on educational policy, financial planning and long-range development... In
recognition of his services to the real estate
vocation, Colin C. Gourlay, BCom'47,
(MCom, Toronto), assistant dean of commerce and business administration at UBC,
has been named an honorary life member of
the Real Estate Institute of B.C.
32
Christopher Wootten
A church whose attendance skidded on
skeptical times, seems to be making its
second debut with amazing grace.
Under the resourceful management of
Christopher Wootten, BA'65, what was
once a United Church, then briefly
offices for several social action groups,
has undergone the now socially desirable
process of recycling and emerged as a
community theatre centre.
Located far from Vancouver's other
cultural hot spots, it has been attracting
considerable attention and a devoted following. Grants, mainly from the city and
province, have provided the financial
basis of the Vancouver East Cultural
Centre since the spring of 1973, enabling
the presentation of a broad range of quality entertainment at modest rates. (The
average ticket price is $2.) Films, dance
companies, drama, children's programs,
concerts, craft festivals and ethnic evenings are the fare.
The well-worn stone building, still
owned by the United Church, is leased by
the V.E.C.C. on a rent-free basis. It pays
only taxes and insurance on the church.
Thus as a subsidized, non-union facility
with low overhead, V.E.C.C. can charge
performers a rent considerably below the
commercial rate, yet still maintain low
ticket prices. The scarcity of performing
space the past few years and the surge in
local theatrical activity have proven to be
a fortunate combination of factors in ensuring the V.E.C.C. success.
"There is something about the cultural
centre that is distinct from normal theatre
operations," says Wootten. "We have
social objectives. We want to make the
place seem like a large old house and give
it an air of charm and familiarity."
He feels he has successfully broken the
social barrier of long skirts and dark suits
associated with many of Canada's
theatres in attracting the mixed audience
which has been turning up from all over
Vancouver.
While attending UBC Wootten worked
on the AMS special events committee,
booking entertainment groups. He took
his MBA at Harvard, then studied stage
management and accounting procedures
for a year at one of the top regional
theatres in the U.S., the Guthrie Theatre,
Minneapolis, on a Ford Foundation
grant.
With another graduate of the special
events committee, he managed the
Nikolais Dance Company, the Murray
Louis Dance Company and a theatre
company in New York for two years before heading home.
Back in Vancouver, Wootten kept his
eye out for some place in which to stage
theatrical productions and was finally
tipped off about the vacant church. The
initial challenge was to have the church
rezoned for use as a community-oriented
cultural centre. A $32,000 local initiative
project grant provided the spark for the
venture and the respectability of his
MBA ensured its stability.
"We feel we've done well," says
Wootten. "We originally pinpointed the
high quality performing groups in Vancouver that we hoped to attract, and now
they do perform here." The centre is particularly interested in promoting Canadian performers and has become well
known for this, says Wootten.
He feels the centre can offer performers and spectators a sense of intimacy and
close involvement which other Vancouver theatres cannot match. And then,
too, the church has seen a lot of souls in
its day and a little soul goes a long way.
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It's an unforgettable experience, but, believe it or not, getting there is only
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From Prince Rupert you can proceed on to Alaska. Or having brought your
car or camper you can drive British Columbia's fabulous Totem Circle route,
1000 miles to Vancouver.
You'll see how great the great outdoors can be as you wind your way through
the snowcapped coast mountains to the vast rolling rangeland, long deep
lakes, winding valleys and rugged mountains of the Cariboo.
Explore Skeena Indian Villages, visit the goldrush town of Barkerville, take
in a rodeo or enjoy some great fishing.
Board the "Queen of Prince Rupert" at Kelsey Bay on Vancouver Island,
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ASSOCIATION
BOARD OF
MANAGEMENT
1975-76
Honorary President: Walter H. Gage, BA'25,
MA'26, LLD'58.
Executive
President: Kenneth Brawner, BA'57, LLB'58;
Past President: Charles (Chuck) Campbell,
BA'71; 1st Vice-president: James Denholme,
BASc'56; 2nd Vice-president: Charlotte Warren, BCom'58; 3rd Vice-president: Robert W.
Johnson, BA'63, LLB'67; Treasurer: Paul
Hazell, BCom'60.
Members-at-large (1974-76)
Judy Atkinson, BA'65, BLS'69; Joy Fera,
BRE'72; Fraser Hodge, BASc'69; John Hunt,
MD'58; Barbara Ann Milroy, BHE'51; Pat
Parker, BCom'68, MBA'69; John Parks,
BCom'70, LLB'71; Oscar Sziklai, MF'61,
PhD'64; Robert Tait, BSA'48.
Members-at-large (1975-77)
Aunna Currie, BEd'60; Michael Hunter,
BA'63, LLB'67; Donald MacKay, BA'55;
Helen McCrae, MSW'49; Tom McCusker,
BA'47; M.T. (Mickey) McDowell, BPE'68,
MPE'69; Mark Rose, BSA'47, W.A. (Art)
Stevenson, BASc'66; Doreen Walker, BA'42,
MA'69; Elizabeth (Liz) Wilmot, BSR'66.
Committee Chairs
Jennifer Clark, BSN'69, Women's Athletics;
John Cartmel, BPE'66, Men's Athletics;
Robert Dundas, BASc'48, Cliff Erosion; Gordon Ellis; BSc'73, Voung Alumni Club; Roland Pierrot, BCom'63, LLB'64, Alumni
Fund; Jim McWilliams, BSF'53, Allocations;
Dr. Erich Vogt, Communications.
Division Representatives
Commerce: Frank Anfield, BCom'62; Dental
Hygiene: Frances Lawson, D.Dhy'71; Home
Economics: Nadine Johnson, BHE'65; Nursing: Ruth Robinson, BSN'70.
Alma Mater Society Representatives
Jake van der Kamp, President; Dave Thees-
sen, Treasurer.
Faculty Association Representatives
Donald McRae, President; Elizabeth Black,
BLS'70, Treasurer.
Executive Director: Harry Franklin, BA'49.
34
Pierre Berton
George R. Mills, BASc'50, heads the board
of governors of Lambton College of Applied
Arts and Technology, Sarnia, Ontario... The
former chief of the department of cytobiol-
ogy at the Public Health Research Institute
of New York City, and research professor at
New York University, Samuel Dales, BA'51,
MA'53, (PhD, Toronto), has been appointed
to chair the department of bacteriology and
immunology at the University of Western
Ontario for a five year term... The new vice-
president, coal operations of Denison
Mines, is Richard C. Hermann, BASc'52,
who will be operating out of the Calgary
office. He was formerly president of Manalta
Coal Ltd ...Margaret Maier Guest Hoehn,
(BA, Sask.), MD'54, has been elected a fellow of the American College of Physicians.
She is currently assistant professor of
neurology at the University of Colorado
medical school... Nelson's Notre Dame
University has conferred an honorary doctor
of laws degree on B.C. supreme court judge,
Thomas R. Berger, BA'55, LLB'56, the now
nationally known commissioner of the Mackenzie Valley pipeline inquiry.
Raymond M. Paris, BA'57, LLB'60, has
been invested as one of Her Majesty's judges
of the county court of Vancouver... It's not
only the heat that keeps the pot boiling in
Manila, according to James K. Jackson,
BSF'57, president of Boise Cascade Philippines, Inc. His operation is located in the
thick of the Muslim rebellion in the Zam-
boanga area... An associate professor of
oceanography at the Naval Postgraduate
School, Noel Boston, BASc'59, PhD'71, has
been appointed for a three year term to the
U.S. national committee on interaction of
the sea and atmosphere of the American
Meteorological Society. For the past two
summers he has conducted research in atmospheric turbulence with the Danish
Atomic Energy Commission at Roskilde,
Denmark... After five years on the B.C.
Teachers' Federation executive, retiring
president James David MacFarlan, BA'59,
continues to be a strong advocate of teacher
militancy... Murray J. Roblin, BASc'59,
(PhD, Rensselaer Polytechnic), has been
appointed director of technology and marketing at the Chromizing Co., a division of
Chromalloy American Corporation, and will
operate out of Los Angeles... At one time
with the Adult Occupational Centre in Edgar,   Ontario,   Ian   D.   Wallis,    BSW'59,
Colin C. Gourlay
MSW'60 (MEd. Toronto), has now joined
the Simcoe County Children's Aid Society.
The sword of command of the Argyll and
Sutherland Highlanders of Canada has been
passed to Lt. Col. Robert Gibson Darling,
BA'62, who is currently assistant vice-
president and manager at the National Trust
Co. in Hamilton... At Notre Dame University. Nelson, Darshan Singh Sahri, MSc'62,
PhD'66, is now professor of physics... An
environmental studies program at Campbell
River Senior Secondary has received the
$1,500 Hilroy Fellowship for 1975. David
Ross Brown, BEd'63. MEd'66, and Richard
Dale Kelly, BEd '65. who are involved in the
program, say it combines biology, geography
and social studies, concentrating on the
personal/inter-personal and global environments... Appointed to head a provincial justice development commission division of
public legal education programs, Barry
Slutsky, BA'64. LLB'66, of UBC's law faculty, will consider improvements in high
school law curriculums, a speakers' bureau,
law courses for the public, and assistance to
persons wishing published legal information... Former Vancouver Province writer
Olivia M. Ward, BA'64. is now with the Toronto Star... It's not a good idea to throw
your weight around Glen Stuart Campbell,
BASc'65. He has just been appointed adult
judo instructor at the Recreation Association
in Ottawa.
Robert D. Godfrey, BASc'65, has recently
joined the staff of Amoco Production Co. as
a senior geologist in its Denver division
office... Selected Poems, by Rona Jean Murray Haddon, (BA. Victoria), MA'65, hasjust
been published by Sono Nis Press... Women
can be their own worst enemies by not setting
their goals soon enough or high enough, according to Janet Smith, BCom'65, (PhD,
Berkeley), who was keynote speaker in a
workshop on Women in Management at
UBC's Centre for Continuing Education. A
program analyst with the Treasury Board in
Ottawa, she was formerly co-ordinator of
Equal Opportunities for Women, Public Service Commission... B.C. Forest Products
has promoted C. Trevor James, BCom'66, to
industrial relations manager at its Crofton
operation... The only member of the bar
practising in the Queen Charlotte Islands,
William Carey Linde, BA'67, LLB'70, had
little opposition  when  he elected himself Murray J. Roblin
president of the Queen Charlotte Bar, popularly known as the Q. C. Bar and not the Q.C.
Bar Association, according to the Advocate,
because it is housed in the Q.C. Hotel. It has
decided to grant its own letters patent to
Q.C and so far one member of the B.C. Bar
has been made a Q.C or member of the
Queen Charlotte Bar... Sally Cameron Pipes,
BA'67, is the first woman president of the
Association of Professional Economists of
B.C. She works for the recently formed
Fraser Institute, an independent federally-
chartered organization whose research is
oriented toward the use of competitive markets as the best mechanism for responding to
change and providing for national well-being.
North Sea oil is being put to many uses
these days. Diana Claire Smith, BSA'67,
MSc'70, is using it in her job with I.C.I, in
Berkshire, England in an attempt to artificially produce a single celled protein for
eventual application as animal feed... Mark
C. Alexander, BA'68, (MA. Western Ontario) is out to get the norm, a hairy beast that
hampers company efficiency and retards
change. In a study for the business administration department of St. Francis Xavier
University, he is attempting to identify company norms and thus create avenues for
change through broader understanding of established office behaviour patterns... The
first director of the newly-formed information and education branch. B.C. department
of recreation and conservation, is Roderick
L. Cameron, BSc'68, MSc'74, formerly coordinator of information and education services for the fish and wildlife branch... Marvin O. Svingen, BA'68, is now a Lutheran
minister in Whitemouth, Manitoba... Hopefully a fruitful promotion for W. David Lane,
BSA'69, PhD'75. who is taking over as
tree fruit breeder at Agriculture Canada's
Summerland research station and will be
developing new fruit varieties as well as
improving established ones.
TO
While studying at Peking University with
13 other Canadian students last winter, Pat
Horrobin, BA'70. spent some time with a nut
and bolt machine in a locomotive factory.
Chinese university life emphasizes learning
by experience with the peasants and workers... Some grads are hard to keep up with.
Mohammed Rati Mustafa, PhD'70. was a
postdoctorate fellow at the  University of
Come North to the
Land of Totems
and Fjords....
With the UBC Alumni
Travel Program
A coastal cruise up the Inside Passage
of B.C. to Alaska on the Sun Princess,
the deluxe P&O Princess cruise ship...
it's an eight day cruise leaving
Vancouver Wednesday, August 6,
1975... the accommodation is first
class and the food superb... You'll see
glaciers, totems, Indian villages, gold
rush towns, maybe even a killer whale
or two.
The alumni association's special
hosts on the cruise will be the
internationally known UBC
anthropologist, Dr. Harry Hawthorn
and Mrs. Audrey Hawthorn, curator of
UBC's Museum of Anthropology — a
treasure house of Westcoast Indian
artifacts.
And for all those
Sun-Seeking Golfers....
Next January Frank Gnup, that well
known "tour-de-force" on the UBC
athletic scene (long-time football
coach and now golf team coach) is
leading an expedition to the Hawaiian
Islands in search of smooth greens,
long drives and short putts. Birdies
and eagles will also be watched for...
So if you'd like two weeks of sun, golf
on some of the islands' finest courses,
deluxe accommodations and a Frank
Gnup Patented Golf Lesson, collect up
your clubs and join the group.
For full information on the alumni travel
program or early registration for the
Christmas travel program to Hawaii,
Mexico and California* please contact the
alumni office, 6251 N.W. Marine Dr.,
Vancouver, B.C. V6T 1A6, 228-3313.
♦Government regulations have delayed
announcement of the winter travel
program.
35 Martha Powell
Leicester, England in 1970, taught at the
University of Sind, Pakistan in 1971-2, held a
postdoctoral position at the University of
Toronto in 1972 and is currently with the
University of Windsor... Sam Travers,
(BPhil, North Dakota), MSW'70, has left his
position as administrator of the Terrace
Mental Health Centre to become manager of
the Dunbar-West Point Grey-Southlands
Community Resources Board... Now head
of the Western Canada section, history division of the National Museum of Man in Ottawa, Alan F.J. Artibise, PhD'72, has just
published Winnipeg A Social History of
Urban Growth, 1874-1914... Martha Powell,
MA'72, has been appointed assistant director, daytime programs, at UBC's Centre for
Continuing Education... Second year law
student, Mark Steven, BA'73, at Corpus
Christi College, Cambridge competed in the
semi-final round of the Philip C. Jessup Law
Moot court competition in Washington,
D.C. against the Argentine, France, India,
New Guinea, Canada, the Philippines,
Singapore and Zambia. His brother Michael
Steven, BA'73, also a second year law student at the college, was to have been competing as well, but had to be left behind
when limited funds excluded a full team participation... One of three Oxford men selected to the British universities team to compete
in an international university tournament in
Germany this spring, Alan Hobkirk, BA'74,
was given his "Full Blue" for field hockey
this year when he played against Cambridge
in the inter-varsity match. He has been
elected to captain Oxford at field hockey for
the coming season.
HU
Reiman - Young. Gerry Reiman, LLB'72, to
Judy Young, BA'72, March 29, 1975 in Calgary.
B. Kirsten Emmott MD'73,and her husband
Michael Graham, a son, Angus, March
21, 1975 in Victoria ... Rev. and Mrs.
Donald Grayston, BA'60, a daughter, Re
becca Shaw, March 22, 1975 in Toronto...
Mr. and Mrs. D. Keith Lanphear, BPE'70, a
girl, Lisa Anne, January 4,1975 in Princeton,
B.C. Mr. and Mrs. Robert Moon, (Margaret E. Graham, BA'65), a son, Theo, February 19, 1975 in Woodacre, California... Dr.
and Mrs. James A. Watt, BSc'62, MD'67,
(Martha E. Shergold, BEd'65, MEd'66) a
son, Stanley Alexander, March 12. 1975 in
Salisbury, Rhodesia.
WEMU
Charles William Argue, CBE, BSA'25,
BA'27, (MS, Iowa), (DSc, New Brunswick), (LLD, St. Thomas), February 1975 in
Fredericton, N.B. A faculty member at the
University of New Brunswick from 1930 to
1969, he served as dean of science from 1945
to his retirement, when he was named professor emeritus. He was awarded a Coronation
Medal for wartime services which involved
the establishment of a blood transfusion service for New Brunswick. He was a former
member of the Fisheries Research Board of
Canada and the National Research Council
and an honorary life member of the Canadian
Red Cross Society. Survived by his nephew,
Alexander W. Argue, BSc'64, MSc'70.
Ruth M. Blair, BHE'48, (MA, Cornell),
March, 1975 in Vancouver. She was associate professor in UBC's home economics
school and campus food services director
since 1954. In the war she served in the
RCAF. She is survived by two sisters.
May Dwyer McCrimmon Bolduc, BA'17,
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36 April, 1975 in Vancouver. She was in UBC's
first graduating class from Fairview campus
and was an active member of the University
I.O.D.E. andthe University Women's Club.
She is survived by two generations of UBC
graduates: her daughter, Betty Bolduc
Taylor, BA'41, and four grandchildren,
(John Taylor, BSc'70, and Richard Taylor,
BA'72).
John Murdoch Buchanan, BA'I7,
LLD'70, April, 1975 aboard ship in the Atlantic. He was retired chairman and president of B.C. Packers Ltd., and chancellor
emeritus of UBC. He served as president of
the alumni association. 1949-50, a member of
senate, 1951-60, and a member of the board
of governors, 1951-57. In 1951 he was named
the second recipient of the Alma Mater Society's annual Great Trekker Award. He was a
former head of the Fisheries Association of
B.C., a past president of the Fisheries Council of Canada and served on the International
North Pacific Fisheries Commission. He is
survived by his wife, son, daughter, Audrey
Buchanan Hetherington, BA'46, and 10
grandchildren.
Godfrey Lewis Hearn, BA'50, (PhD, London), March 1975 in Bangkok, Thailand. He
joined the Canadian external affairs department in 1954 and served in Peru, Ghana.
Moscow and the United Nations in New
York. For the past year he was Canadian
ambassador to Thailand. He is survived by
his wife, Joan Powell Hearn, BA'50, MA'51,
and three children.
Ellen Hart, BA'25, October, 1974 in Victoria. She taught school for some years and
was active in social projects of various clubs
as well as home hospitality for servicemen
during the second world war. She is survived
by her brother Edward Graves Hart, BA'34,
and sister, Josephine F.L. Hart Carl, BA'29,
MA'31.
John G. McCandless, BA'48, February,
1975 in Whitehorse, Yukon. For the past 23
years he was in business in Whitehorse and
was active in the C.N.I.B., Lions Club.
Yukon Order of Pioneers and Royal Canadian Legion. He is survived by his wife, two
brothers and a nephew, Robert G. McCandless, BSc'69.
John Edward Mulhern, BA'16, April, 1975
in Tucson, Arizona. He was the first president of the alumni association and
worked with Sterling Drug Inc., New York,
for over 30 years. In 1961 he retired as treasurer of the company and moved to Tucson,
Arizona. He is survived by his wife.
Henry Leslie Purdy, BA'26, (MA,
Washington), (PhD, Chicago), October,
1974 in Vancouver. He was employed in an
executive capacity at B.C. Electric from
1947 until 1961 when he was appointed president. After the takeover of the company by
the provincial government in August 1961 he
joined UBC's commerce faculty where he
stayed until he retired, a professor emeritus,
in 1973. He was president of the alumni association, 1957-58. In recognition of his work
with the Greater Vancouver Regional Hospital District the new extended care hospital
under construction on UBC campus is to be
named for him. He is survived by his wife
and two sons.
Paul N. Whitley, BA'22, January, 1975 in
Vancouver. He was editor of the Ubyssey,
1920-21, AMS president, 1922 and president
of the alumni association in 1929-30. He retired as principal of John Oliver high school
in 1961.D
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Branches
It's amazing what you find hanging
around in branches these days — everything from slumbering sloths to
chirping birds.
BRITISH COLUMBIA
Campbell River: Jim Boulding (Box 216).
Castlegar: Bruce Fraser (365-7292). Cranbrook: David Shunter (426-5241). Courtenay: William Dale (338-5159). Dawson
Creek: Roger Pryke (782-5407). Duncan:
David Williams (746-7121). Kamloops: Bud
Aubrey (372-8845). Kelowna: Don Jabour
(762-2011). Kimberley: Larry Garstin (427-
2600). Nanaimo: James Slater (753-1211).
Nelson: Judge Leo Gansner (352-3742);
Judith Bussinger (352-7277). Penticton:
Dick Brooke (492-6100). Powell River:
Randy Yip (485-6309). Prince George: Neil
McPherson (563-0161). Salmon Arm: W.H.
Letham (832-2264). Victoria: Kirk Davis
(656-3966). Williams Lake: Anne Stevenson
(392-4365).
EASTERN CANADA
Calgary: Frank Garnett (262-7906). Edmonton: John Haar (425-8810). Halifax: Carol
MacLean (324-2444). Montreal: Lyn Hobden
(866-2055). Ottawa: Robert Yip (997-2023).
St. John's: Barbara Draskoy (726-2576). Toronto: David Papau (488-9819). Winnipeg:
Cary Coopland (453-3918).
UNITED STATES
California North: Stewart & Joann Dickson
(981-4577). California South: Dr. Bill Patrick
(879-1700). Colorado: Harold Wright (892-
6556). New Mexico: Martin Goodwin (763-
3493). New York: Rosemary Brough (688-
2656). Spokane, Washington: Gerald Marra
(274-6182).
OTHER FOREIGN
Australia: Christopher Bangwin, 12 Watkins
Street, Bondi, Sydney. Bermuda: John
Keefe, P.O. Box 1007, Hamilton. England:
Alice Hemming, 35 Elsworthy Road, London
NW3. Ethlopa: Taddesse Ebba, College of
Agriculture, Dire Dawa, Box 138, Addis Ada-
ba. Hong Kong: Dr.ThomasChung-Wai Mak,
Science Centre, Chinese University, Shatin.
Japan: Paul Richardson, 2-1-15 Minami
Azabu, Minato-Ku, Tokyo.
Malaysia - Singapore - Indonesia: Kwong-
Hiong Sim, 51 Wayang St., Kuching,
Sarawak, Malaysia (East). Scotland: Jean
Aitchison, 32 Bentfield Drive, Prestwick.
South Africa: Kathleen Lombardi,
yApplethwaite Farm, Elgin, CP.
38
LETTER
A fishy defence
Professor Peter Moogk's interesting article
in the Winter '74 Chronicle, "The Long
Watch for the War That Never Came", missed — whether intentionally or not, I don't
know — two great steps in British Columbia's preparations for war in August 1914.
I feel that these are too memorable to be
overlooked.
We were suddenly at war and, with four or
more enemy ships of war cruising the Pacific,
— their signalling to each other having been
detected at the Bamfield wireless station —
the people and officialdom of B.C. were
quite worried about their own safety. Since
the federal authorities seemed altogether disinclined to take any action, it devolved on
Victoria to do something. This local effort
included fitting up fishing-smacks with a pair
of torpedo tubes, one suspended on each side
just above the water; these small boats patrolled local waters with instructions to close
to point-blank range with any enemy ship and
fire the torpedoes. Further action was taken
by the premier who, with help from various
men including Lloyd's Pacific Coast agent,
obtained (at an enormous price paid by B.C.)
from a Seattle shipyard two submarines, the
"Antofogasta" and the "Iquique", that had
been built for Chile, which had defaulted on
its contract. These vessels were brought out
into the Straits of Juan de Fuca by American
crews; they were taken over at the international boundary on the high seas by two
Canadian crews (both combinations of naval
men and amateur volunteers) and brought on
into Esquimalt.
I wonder what ever ultimately happened to
them. My remarkable source of inside information was cut off about then, and I never
heard. My only legacy of the whole thing is a
fascinating story of a narrowly escaped
mix-up over their arrival in the Royal Roads,
where not everyone expected them or knew
they weren't enemies.
Dr. Colin Crickmay, BA'22
Calgary, Alberta
War artist credited
As historian of the 15th Field Artillery Regiment R.C.A., I wish'to commend you for
printing the interesting article on the Vancouver Defences by Peter Moogk, Winter
'74. The story is but a short glimpse of a
regiment which has served Vancouver for
over 50 years.
I do feel that credit should be given to
Capt. Orville Fisher who was the artist responsible for the drawing accompanying the
article. Capt. Fisher was one of the official
Canadian Army war artists during World
War II and drew the picture used in March
1943. Capt. Fisher is a native of B.C. and
presently on the staff of the Vancouver
School of Art.
R.V. Stevenson
Major
Regimental Historian
The last straw?
Please remove my name from your mailing
lists and subscription rolls of the Chronicle.
The article by Robin Matthews, (No
Canadians Need Apply, Autumn '74), seems
to constitute the last bit of "ignorance" that I
can tolerate. This ignorance seems to prevail
in the erroneous illogical thinking that permeates the so-called intelligentsia in their efforts to "Canadianize" Canada including its
universities.
This type of paranoid feeling actually
defies logic and deserves little or no further
comment.
Frank S. Mesher, MD'55
Guadalajara 2, Jalisco
Mexico
Greedy, self-seeking
cowards
Robin Mathews, in the article "No Canadians Need Apply" in your Autumn '74 issue, continues his good work of horrifying
Canadians with the truth about themselves.
But he omits one truth which must be admitted.
Mathews says that Canadians are afraid to
take "a public stand on Americanization of
Canadian Universities." Yes; but they are
also aware of what they stand to gain if no
changes are made. Some jobs, albeit few,
actually require applicants who have been
born, educated, and further trained in Canada. Experienced and highly trained Canadians may be eager to perpetuate a system
which limits their competitors by discouraging Canadians who might seek training and
experience.
Mathews does well to call us cowards, but
he does not go far enough. We're greedy and
self-seeking too.
Ronald W. Miles, BA'66, MA'68
Cariboo College
Kamloops, B.C. <ciuoa "taste^never ~
goes out of style.
Yesterday, you might have driven a carriage and pair to the new Vancouver
Opera House. Maybe today the carriage
is a Mercedes and your destination, the
Queen Elizabeth Theatre, but your goal
hasn't changed. To savour the same
quality of lite, the same atmosphere of
leisurely enjoyment and comfort that
existed in the days of the horse and carriage.
Carriage House brings it all back.
Carriage House... Vancouver's most
prestigious new condominium residence.
Where life is for living to the full. And sea,
sails, shops and strolls are waiting outside your door.
Carriage House
A way of life that never went out of style.
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Which is what Carrington Canadian does. But for many
more good reasons than merely the look of the bottle.
Carrington is distilled in small batches, aged and
mellowed in seasoned oak casks; it's light in look and
smooth in taste. Carrington, it's special, and, in our
opinion, like no other whisky in the world.
A whisky of outstanding quality.
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