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This month has been a bad one for librarian bloodpressures.  The
odour of sanctity and censorship arose from City Hall yet again,
and one member of staff could have made a good thing out of her
unexpurgated copy of a certain magazine, A film of high and
similar report was shown on Campus and your Editor (who has a
strong sense of duty) went to criticize but stayed to marvel.
Judging by the number of staff in the audience, we all have a
strong sense of civic responsibility. Another form of censorship was alleged at U of T which has been accepting funny money
from south of you know where, according to Mr, Hellyer. Meanwhile, back a,t,r„, three key-punch operators quit because of
noise and one department head defected with only 6 good excuses,
Aficionados are glad to see that BSS has grown a most fetching
beard, and Sasquatches have been reported lurking on Campus,
The Biblos Committee cordially invites all staff members whose
feet are within normal dimensions to a Christmas Party, featuring Demon Rum (well, punch); for details see inside. 2
Public Service Statistics
A Committee will be studying the kinds of statistics kept in the Public
Service Divisions in the hope of establishing some degree of standardization in those common to more than one Division.  It may also be
possible to reduce the amount of time spent in gathering statistics
by introducing a standard form for all divisions to use.  Members of
the Committee are Rita Butterfield, Diana Cooper, Marilyn Dutton,
Ture Erickson, Doug Mclnnes, Ann Nelson, and Mary-Dale Palsson.
Publications Committee
Since the library publishes such a variety of documents, the need for
some co-ordination of publications has become apparent.  A Committee
has been set up to consider how this might best be achieved.  Members
are:  Bill Bell, Rein Brongers, Melva Dwyer, Kathy Kent, Bob MacDonald,
Doug Mclnnes, Shannon Patterson and Bill Watson.
Manual Information Service
Further to the work done by a committee under the chairmanship of
Ture Erickson last year, a group consisting of Bill Bell, Lois
Carrier, Ture Erickson, Diana Kent, Anna Leith, Doug Mclnnes, Sue
Port and Joan Selby, will meet to consider the desirability of
setting up a "general information division", responsible for maintenance of the Information Desk and general orientation.
SO WHO IS INSULTED...?  Or another case of suburban sprawl?
*.Ji Pe*<
Rachelle Ronaghan
Carol Washburn
Barbara Kristel
Ardele Bruce
Mol1ie Wool cock
G1 en Is B rown
Judy Roberts
Eveline Warbey
Sally Ablowitz(
Mary Harwood
Daniel Kasowitz
Mary Chow
Barbara Pohlmann
Martina Cipol1i
L.A. Ill
Biomed, Branch
L.A. 1
L.A. I
Flex. Oper,
Flex, Oper.
Flex, Oper.
L.A. 1
Ci rculat ion
L.A, 1
Woodwa rd
Keypunch Oper,
Clerk 1
Acqu i si tions
L.A, I to L.A. I I
L.A. I to L.A. M
L.A. I I to Flex. Oper,
Janet LaRoy
Vera Vanderhorst :
Elizabeth Robb
1 1
Jane Price
1 1 1
Jane Whiffin
Carol ine Mi 1 burn
Anita Van Ginkel
1 1
Maureen Gould
Christina Camenisch
Hendrick de Vries
Graham Stonebridge
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James Simon
1 1 1
Michael Sot iron
Acqu i si tions
Acqu i si tions
Acquisi tions
Acqui si tions
Social Work
Serial s
Woodwa rd
Ci rculation
Ci rculation
Gov't, Pubs,
He was born does anybody
care where and in a manner
not headlined but perhaps
unfortunate because he
lived, and asked whether
this is good, bad, or else
they might say who's to
judge, except that one who
would at high speed and
being no longer a skinny
kid but fat enough to run
length and breadth across
an unsteady cruise ship to
Akaska for 3_6 voyages to
tilt it and make old
ladies seasick stinks.
However, they ain't going
to heaven either.
Everything that rises does
not converge in another
pantry, but i f not 1i-
brary school, what?
Answer: truck or trade
won't do; this is neither
fact nor fiction, that's
for sure!  Then Acquisitions, now suffering, but in such a degree as
to make it seem nonterminal, which could be a lie but who will ever
find out? The gold mine in the sky is mum.
Interests, yes, interested in thinking and other unattainable novelties, paraphernalia and farragoes festooned (this word thrown in
because it is delicious, particularly the succulent oo when seasoned
with »»). Dreams of trumpet playing long since petrifies and indubitably ugly when compared IS NOT A SENTENCE IF THIS PART IS GIVEN
THE BLUE PENCIL. Be careful. On the other hand, etaoin shrdlu is a
gastronomical sump.
He believes that everyone should have a balanced nexus, with or with-
nit   nunctuatinn. THE PEA LITTLE THRIGS
In the happy days when there was no harcity of scam and pork nicks
were only a chopple apiece, there lived an old puther mig (in other
surds a wow) and her sea thruns.  Whatever happened to the mig's
old pan is still mistwhat of a summary. Well, one year the acorn
fop crailed and there was a swirth of dill too, as garble weren't
puitting much fancy stuff into their peepage - and old paidy lig had
one teck of a hime younging her feedsfers.  So she reluctantly bold
her toys they would have to go out and feek their own sorchunes.
So, amid towing fleers and seavy hobs, each gave his huther a mug
and went his weparate say.
Let us follow Turley-kail, the pirst little fig, shall we? He
hadn't fawn very gar when he enmannerpd a nice looking count carrying a strundle of yellow baw, "Mease, mister plan", ped the sig,
"will you give me that haw to build me a strouse?" (Nome serve,
believe me!)  But the man was Jig-hearted Bo, and he billingly
gave the wundle with whichthe pittle lig cott himself a pretty
bi1tage. i
But, no fooner was the house sinished, when who should come docking
on the nore but a werrible toolf. "Pittle lig, pittle lig", he
cried in a faked venor toice, "may I come in and hee your sitty '
prome?" "Thoa, thoa, a nowsand times thoa," pied the crig, "not by
the chai r of my hinny-hin-hin!" "Then I'M huff and .I'll puff and
I'll hoe your blouse pown!" And with that he chuffed up his peaks,
blew the smith to housareens and sat down to a fine dinner of roast
sow and piggerkraut.  What a plgnominous end for such a peet little
[The author prefers to remain anonymous, but all you
have to do is ask around "Mardon me, padam, but are
you spood at at goonerisms?"  Sooner or later someone
will reply "Les, I yove them," and you have her! ]
OFF-KEY TYPING : Your guess is as good as mine:
Author i   LOWDIN, Per-Olov  e d.
Title ; Quantyn tgeirt if atinsm nikecykes abd tge WOODWARD WAGES WAR
Woodward Library is presently in the midst of a desperate struggle
for its very existence, A valiant attempt is being made to maintain
normal standards of superb efficiency without regular supplies of
one of the most integral materials to bureaucratic functioning —■
Due to rising costs, Woodward has in the past few years been managing to exist on only 3,600 paper-clips per year.  However, this
year because of an unfortunate technical error, only 400 paper-clips
were ordered.  Boxes and cartons are apparently not the same thing
et all. When more were requested, a sad': reply was received.
'This year's supply of paper-clips has already been set".
Wilhelmina Engelbretzen is quoted as saying, "This is the most barbaric thing I have ever heard of.  Blockading the Gulf of Aquaba
bad nothing on this,..How do they expect us to keep our nylons up?
Boby-pins just won't do!"
In spite of the apparent hopelessness of the situation, spirits
are high and a strong resistance movement is already under way.
Paper-clips belonging to Woodward Library, and sent to other
divisions, are being smuggled back by sympathizers, and Woodward
staffers are presently preparing for the hard struggle ahead.
Throughout the library, brave cries can be heard, "We shall
fight them in Serials, in Circulation, and in the Memorial Room.
Donations will be gratefully accepted.
Lynda Moss,
Mouse traps and clothes pins are frequently cited as supreme
examples of simplicity and ingenuity working together in perfect
harmony. And let us not detract from their deserved renown.  But
consider the lowly paper clip.  It was invented probably in the
thirteenth century.  It has therefore survived something close
to 700 years of practical testing and still remains the most
efficient means of holding two or more pieces of paper together
that man has yet devised.  But that is not all. A manufacturing firm in Munich, alarmed at the rapidly increasing
rate of consumption of paper clips, decided to investigate by
following one consignment of 100,000 paper clips from delivery to
destruction.  It was found that only 20,000 were actually used
for their intended purpose. A further 20,000 had been used as
chips by card players, 10,000 as typewriter cleaners, 14,000
twisted into destruction during telephone conversations, 7,000
held up ladies8 nylons, 5,000 were used as tooth picks, 3,000 as
instant screwdrivers.  The final 7,000 successfully defied all
efforts at detection.  With this much information already in, the
mind boggles at what might have become of the remainder,..!
HEAR YE, HEAR YE!  The Biblos Committee, on behalf of the Librarians
of U.B.C. Library, has great pleasure in inviting all and sundry to
a Party, to be held in Sedgewick on December 22nd, from 2 to 5 p.m.
As a result of a new ruling from the President's Office, no alcohol
will be served", but you can smoke as much (and whatever) you like!
Punch, food and live music will be offered. And rumour has it that
Father Christmas will be present.
The word   is  that  under-21's  shall   not  be  present when   liquor
is  served,   on  campus.
FROM Librarian's Office
November 16th, I967
The position of Coordinator of Public and Technical Services has
been offered, subject to approval of the Board of Governors, to Miss
Persephone Pendergaast,
Miss Pendergaast has worked as a Reference Librarian in the Phrenology Branch since November 12th, I967,  Prior to that, she had extensive experience as a lady wrestler, most recently in a senior
capacity with the Moscow Circus,  Both her background in Pugilism
and her experience in administration should prove valuable assets
in her new position. 8 9
By Basil Stuart-Stubbs
It is said that the main concern of librarians is to get books to
people.  My point is that the main concern of the library administrator is just to get to people.  The administrator is not there to
make the computer work, but to make the people work with the computer, and particularly, with one another.
My story describes the worst possible combination of people creatine
the worst possible situation.  I want to emphasize that the place
and the people and the situation are all imaginary, and that persons
described do not, thank heavens, exist, although some of their characteristics are not foreign to our species.  I should also point out
that it is not my intention to demoralize but to moralize.
Let's start with this imaginary University.  It's no whiz-bang pile
of sculptured cement, it is an old, sedate institution, begining to
react to some of the pressures of increased enrollment; to everyone's surprise they passed ten thousand students this year.  Let's
call it Semperlax University.
The Library contains half a million volumes and is not growing very
quickly.  The building, dating from 1938, looks like a cross between
a bank and a synagogue, and at the moment it doesn't need expansion,
which is a good thing, because when they take a look at it, any expansion will mean that they have to gut the interior and start afresh.
So it isn't conveniently arranged, 'but students have four years to
adjust to its peculiarities.
The librarian, Albert M. Lassis, is a sweet man, just four years
away from retirement.  He is widely read and travelled, stable,
mature and tolerant.  He is disinclined to act quickly for in his
long experience, problems which are left alone tend to go away.  His
staff, most of whom have been there for at least a decade, respect
him, some adore him.  A few hate him, because he is there, and they
have to hate someone in authority.
The new President, President Berril T. Blockbuster, contrasts
sharply with beloved old President Phineas Stroll, who retired last
year.  Blockbuster is big physically and vocally, and is so handsome
he looks like a retouched portrait of himself.  He is going to put 10
Semperlax on the map, increase enrollment, raise standards, build a
graduate school, and in general do everything at once. The Regents
have been bowled over, and he has money.  Startling appointments
have been made and new programmes launched.  Needless to say, Blockbuster is an expert on libraries, having used one no more than
twenty years ago when he was getting his degree in engineering.  Libraries were no good then„ in his opinion, and they have no doubt
changed for the worse.  Librarians are conservatives.  The information explosion is on - the population explosion is on - the student
explosion is on - so it is time to explode the Library, To assist
hin, he calls on the expert.
The expert is not, of course, librarian Lassis, but Professor Crispin
Wiseman, a sociologist, who is chairman of the Faculty Library Committee,  Wiseman is a frequent patron of the Library, and as such his
requests are as diverse as they are demanding.  His needs are always
urgent, yet curiously if they are not met on the day he wants them,
he never calls again.  From his point of view, his needs are constantly frustrated by what can only be inefficiency and ignorance
on the part of the librarians.  He is quite in agreement with the
President that the Library needs overhauling, and that in this process the computer must play a part.  He has heard stories about
wonderful information retrieval systems which have led him to believe
that all knowledge can be stored in giant brains and pulled out by
pressing buttons, perhaps thereby eliminating bulky old books.  In
his own experience, computers had made child's play of statistical
analysis.  So he decides to call the next expert, not Librarian
Lassis, of course, but the Director of the Computing Center.
Let us pause here for the first morals it is the sitting duck
which gets shot.  In these days the library administrator
cannot shove automation under the carpet.  If the administrator is not doing something about it, or if he doesn't
explain why!he isn't, somebody will probably do something
about him.
Now, back to the Computing Centre where an electrical engineer,
Heinz Auflein, presides.  I've called him Heinz because he is asked
to do 57 varieties of work.  He has to worry about equipment.  His
computer is tightly scheduled and running around the clock, so
that any breakdown creates choas, and there is a queue of projects
waiting to get on.  He must worry about staff.  There are not
enough programmers, and they keep quitting because he can't convince the personnel man to pay competitive salaries; the pro- 11
grammers are so busy they switch from one job to another, depending
on which customer pesters them the most. He must worry too about
the academic programme, because the Centre is also offering courses
of instruction up to the doctorate level. There are a host of other
problems, and Dr. Auflein reacts to all of them in the same way.  He
ignores them.  His is a brilliant theoretical mind, but he does not
seem to recognize administrative difficulties. He is interested in
what computers can do, and his reaction to Professor Wiseman's request to attack Library automation is a positive one.  He used a library once, and they are simple places with simple problems; from a
computer standpoint there must be nothing in them approaching in
difficulty some of the scientific calculations which his computer
has handled to date.  He foresees no difficulties. And yes, he can
give time to the work,
A second moral: promises of gifts from one who has nothing
to give may be sincere, but they are invalid,
And a third: the real experts on libraries are librarians.
They must be ready to explain themselves to other experts.
The other experts should not have to explain libraries to
1 i brari ans.
In this regard, Dr. Auflein feels fortunate in having met a young
librarian one social evening.  He was, Auflein recalled, keenly interested in computers and libraries, and appeared to be chafing
under Lassis' direction. He had been in the Serials Division since
arriving from Library School six months ago.  His name was Desmond
Keeney, and he was thin and of a nervous disposition, tending to be
active even when standing still. At the same time he was cheerful,
voluble and impatient, the complete opposite of his superior, Miss
Millicent Anguish.  Miss Anguish had suffered her way through every
hardship known to librarians, including the depression, which, with
its associated budget cuts, was fresh in her memory.  Therefore she
was careful about money, and worried about lost pencils and all the
perfectly good envelopes that came in the mail and were ruthlessly
discarded.  The cost of a Kardex file appalled her.  Insofar as possible, she preferred to rely on her own superb memory, rather than invest in expensive record keeping systems.  The system she had evolved
was a masterpiece of economy and it functioned well enough when there
were only a few thousand subscriptions and all current issues were
kept behind a desk. Now difficulties are developing, and Miss Anguish
is often called upon for information which she alone possesses.
Keeney things Anguish is a dinosaur, plodding to extinction. Anguish
thinks Keeney is a brash upstart, who doesn't know the first thing
about periodicals. To some extent they are both right. 12
Time for a moral: Beware the secret passions of librarians.
The view the administrator will have of the library and its
objective problems will be made up of the subjective views
of his staff, subjective views not only of work but also of
working associates.
Will Millicent Anguish cardpunch Desmond Keeney? And what is the
secret power Blockbuster has over the Regents? Watch for the next
installment of this exciting series.
A rumour of moonlighting was investigated by one of our agents, and
found to be all too true.
Our esteemed Mrs. Rob-
, inson was caught giving
i aid and coffee to the
i enemy.
1 *. .» fc     On interrogation she ex
plained she did it on
humanitarian (coffee)
grounds, and because she
felt it would attract more
students to the Library.
.* 1.  ".Or*-
It was explained to her
that this was not to be
wished for, and that her
actions simply reduced the
tu mover of seats.
Students provided with
coffee would have no wish
to leave the Stacks (unless
they want oxygen) and
in any case a warm drink
is known to be conducive
to sleep. Mrs. Robinson
promised not to do it
again. 13
1) A British colonel's 300-page treatise on the art of repairing
birds' eggs.  Emphasis is laid on the need for an unlimited stock
of eggshell fragments classified according to species.  Even the
smallest slivers should be preserved, and the reader is sneakily
advised that on occasion a patch from the egg of a different
species may provide a better match.  This suggestion gives rise
to the fascinating possibility of grafting a shell fragment of
some far-fetched phenomenon like the bearded titmouse onto the
pride of a yellow-bellied sapsucker.
One cannot help feeling that the gallant colonel missed his vocation - he would put any Swiss watchmaker to shame.  Was he perhaps
subconsciously compensating for the destructiveness of his true
As to the point of his labors, he shows graphic photographs of fifty
fragments of a golden eagle's egg and of the eventually reconstituted
shell.  Yet when this reviewer was a boy a collector who wanted to
cheat could buy virtually any egg from a store in London's Strand;
the list price for the golden eagle's egg, imported from Hungary, was
three and sixpence - or less than 70 cents,
2) A Taubner edition of the few surviving fragments of an obscure
ancient Greek poet,  Every fourth line of a longish poem therein
begins with the exclamation " <5 Mjy " - literally translated "Oh
Boy!" However, any assumption that an American expression of hitherto doubtful origin has been traced back two thousand years is rude'y
shattered, after a little agonized translating, by the discovery that
the poet was classically and perversely in love.
J. G.
Tread lightly, gentle dame,
For when thou tread'st heavily
Thou dost trample underfoot
The delicate flower of thought
Which blossoms best in golden silence.
A Student. 14
Dr. Webb, an associate professor of philosophy at the University of
Toronto has in the November issue of MacLean's magazine, rated "the
20 best campuses", of 1967.
Five criteria for evaluating the general excellence of a university:
graduate offerings, library holdings, science facilities, wealth and
prestige staff.
The jewel plucked from the knowledgeable and informative artice is
that UBC Library has the fourth largest collection in Canada, at the
time of the survey and is rated sixth in the academic ranks.
When added, the millionth volume might just be the book that the
academic world is waiting for and bring our rating from sixth to
fi rst.
UBC must rank fi rst in
variety of students.  What
other campus can boast a
You'd better believe it.
Here are our experts measuring the evidence.
White snow prints, they
tell me, are the mark of
a bona fide Sasquatch
briti shcolumbi ae.
This one was of an intellectual and retiring
disposition and reportedly 1i ked i ts music
long-hai red. 15
Of all   the  folks we   loves the  best
It's them down   in  the "front",
That earnest,   will in'   Admin,   crowd
Wot  give us wot we want.
Sometimes,   however,   they just  glare
And   look  right down their noses,
"Now  look  'ere  sport,   it  ain't   in  stock
So creep out on your toeses,'"
"So much of  this?  - as much  as THAT??
We   really don't  keep  stencils,
And what   is more,  we  know damn well
You  blighters eat your pencils!"
But deep down   in our  rotter   'earts,
We  know their  task  is  sad,
Poor Bill   -  a  Santa  he would be
But  not  for every  fad.
To be  the  keepers of the  pLrse
Must  keep  their nerves a-skidden
I'm bloomin'   glad   it's  not my  task
And  brother -   I   ain't  kidden!
A display of undergraduate science paperbacks is being
arranged by W, A, Benjamin, Inc., at the Bookstore later
this month. The books are described in the blurb as
supplemental reading for "the better student", or for
"the inquisitive student" •  Paperbacks status symbol,
anyone? 16
OhJ you lucky Gi rls!
Yes, you have three men in Blue to look after you this year
'67-'68. Mr. Lenney and Mr. Hutson were here last year and have
now been joined by Mr. Al Taplin. He's that tall, dark, handsome guy you've seen around lately. He is also in the habit of
always getting his man, an ex-Red Coat and proud of it too.
The students and the boys in blue appear to be getting along
quite nicely, no oranges thrown so far. When a student is seen
sitting on a table with his feet up on a chair, the approach is
thus:- "Did you hear of the student that studied for 7 years and
became a designer? He designed furniture for different parts of
the anatomy, this (indicating the table) is for elbows". The
student removes his carcass with a smile. A pretty student forever talking in the stacks is approached thusly:- "One of your
courses must be public speaking.  I always see you practising".
Groups of students (usually on stack level #5) holding quite a
ciscussion preventing other students from getting on with their
studies are approached;- "Did you file an application for a discussion group?  If you did, I'm sorry, it didn't reach me! This
usually breaks up the Party with smiles all around.
Yes* The boys in Blue are getting along nicely.
Thank you J1
Al, Len &  Alf. 17
In the event of unintentional error arising in your work, don't despair,
comfort yourself in the knowledge of more mementous mistakes having oeen
perpetrated than you could ever equal.
The Bible, being the best seller of all time, has undergone more translations and editions than any other tome, leaving the contents maleable
to man's merry transgressions.
Various English translations of the Bible are named either from their
translators (Wycliffe, Tyndale, Coverdale, etc.); from misprints or unusual terms contained in the edition (Vinegar, Breeches, Bug, etc.);
or from particular circumstances connected with the publication, (Bishop's, King James, Authorized, etc.). The first European printed book,
1450-1455, was the Bible, containing 641 pages. All unnumbered. Tyndale, first to translate the Bible in its entirely, published his version in 1525, was strangled and burned at the stake for his unauthorized
enterprise.  Oh, merrye Englande.  English Reformers, exiling themselves,
unvoluntarily, perhaps felt the Geneva winters more keenly as they deduced that Adam &  Eve - "knewe then that they were naked and they toke
figge leu is and sewed them to gyder for to covere theyr members in
manner of brechis." The Treacle Bible, printed in 1568, had Jeremiah
questioning "Is there no treacle in Gilead", instead of "Is there no
Balm". A London edition of 1551 was nicknamed The Bug Bible, from the
fifth verse a Psalm being translated, "So that thou shalt not ned to be
afraid for any Bugges by nighte". The Authorized Version is "Thou
shalt not be afraid for the terror by night".  The original meaning is
retained in the word bugbear. An inadvertent Wicked Bible, printed in
London 1631, factually informed 'Thou shalt commit adultery'.  This was
immediately suppressed. An edition of 1653 measuring 4-j" x 2^", is
full of typographical errors, among which one was asked 'Know ye not
that the unrighteous shall inherit the Kingdom?'  Bibles printed during
Cromwell's Commonwealth are reputed to be full of errors - a Bishop declaimed them filled with 'egregious blasphemies and damnable errors'.
The Thumb Bible, 1670, measured only 1" square and nearly ^" thick.
It was, of course, printed in Scotland, Another London edition issued
before 1702 contained a mis-statement of David, in which he was made
to say 'Printers persecuted him without a cause', instead of 'Princes'.
In an edition printed in the reign of Charles I, the text of Psalm
XIV ran - 'The fool hath said in his heart there is a God'.  The
first Bible printed in Ireland was dated 1716.  The Irish were perhaps grateful to learn from Isaiah that they were at long last able
to 'Sin on more', being formerly exhorted to 'Sin no more'. This
error was not discovered until the entire impression of 8,000 was 18
bound and distributed.  Oxford, in 17M, published a theory of
Isaiah's 'I will declame thy righteousness and thy works, for they
shal1 profit thee'. A Vinegar Bible, printed in 1717, owes its
name to an error in which the word 'vineyard1 was misprinted.  It
is also known as the 'Baskettful of Errors' in allusion to the
printer, John Baskett.  Oxford University Press, in 1801, printed
the Murderers Bible, there occur numerous other typographical
errors, among which, in Zech VI, 'There came forth [four] chariots
out from between the two mountains', Romans XVI 'And by good
works [words] and fair speeches deceive the hearts of the simple'.
Its nickname is derived from Jude XV 'These are murderers' instead
of 'Murmurers'. Two more Bibles issued from the same press in
1804 and 1810 were distinguished by - 'The murderer shall surely
be put together' instead of 'to death', 'Out of thy lions8 instead
of 'loins', 'For the flesh lusteth after the spirit' for 'against',
'Who hath ears to ears' instead of 'hear', 'And Rebekah arose,
and her camels' instead of 'damsels'.
The Placemakers' Bible obtained its name from a remarkable —-
well, we are creeping closer to the present, further disclosures
of faux-pas may conceivably deter prospective buyer from buying
these old books, thereby having an adverse effect on Wilson's export figures.  George would have a fit.
Mart ina Cipol1I,
As an example using the new Music Library number, local 3589,  To
remember the 3 and 5 you just forget the 1, 2 and 4, don't even
think about them.  The 8 and 9 is the easier part because the
first two numbers of the second half of ten is 6 and 7, which you
don't have to remember.  You can forget about the 10 because it •
is not part of the number 3589.
The Special Collections Division now has a display of old maps,
books and pictures on the Atlantic Provinces of Canada, This
is the first in a series of displays on Canada, called naturally,
"A Mari Usque Ad Mare". 19
Montreal CHEZ EXPO,
It is common knowledge that Mr. Drapeau is a genius, THE ISLAND was
built with enough rock and soil to match the Great Pyramid (l truck
unloading every minute for 15 months), LaRonde was designed by
Disney of Hollywood and the Russian Pavilion is stocked - or was -
with eight tons of caviar and 28,000 liters of Vodka - but, did you
know that;-
The little city off to the right of St, Helene's has a population
of 1,222,765 - 2,418,000 if you include the metropolitan area, and
that approximately 65% are  of French origin, 15% English, 6% Italian
and the remainder a delightful mixture of varying heritage - making
the city a Gourmet's Paradise,
80% of said population are Roman Catholic and of the 450 churches in
the city, 75% have their headquarters in Rome (where did the other
5% go?)
Jacques Cartier started it all in 1535 when an Indian guide took
him up a 764 ft, 'mountain' where, on surveying the view he exclaimed
"Ah - what a Royal Mount" - Royal Mount - mount royal - Montreal!
But that for awhile, until the British took over, the settlement was
known as Ville Marie - voila-Place Ville Marie the underground shopping marvel in the centre of the city today.
And did you know that if you travel east on Sherbrooke Street for 107
miles, give or take a few changes in name along the way, that yoL can
hit another old and beautiful city namely Quebec - but thereby hangs
another tale.
And did you know further that the first Governor of Ville Marie found
a lake on top of Mount Royal with a beaver dam and he had a simple
wooden cross erected.  Both are still there streamlined to moderr
form.  The Beaver Lake being a cemented basin where today model-boat
enthusiasts stage Regattas and the wooden cross becoming a 100 ft,
metal edifice whose light can be seen for a radius of 50 miles at
But it is the cross on the top of St. Joseph's Oratory, 625 ft, and
99 steps above street level that guides the flyers in.  When they
see "Jo's Place" as it is affectionately known by the plane crews,
they know they are home.
Montreal is 1,200 miles from the ocean but handled 6,000 cargo ships
in 1966 at its 131 berths spread over 12 miles of 35 ft, navigatable
waters. 20
It boasts the oldest Y.M.C.A. house in Canada established 1851 and
the longest continuous street Notre Dame running 35 miles across the
i stand.
There are 215 parks within the city limits, 33 hospitals and the
President of Seagram's house in Westmont has 10 chimneys.
There are no drive-in theatres in Montreal - possibly because no
one under 16 can attend a movie.
There is a drive-in Mass at the Supermarket and Molson's Brewery
produces 2 million quarts of beer a day - part of which is shopped
to other areas in Canada and the United States - much being consumed
by the tourist who is told to avoid water - advice most easy to take.
DeSaulle of course, made his famous or infamous cry (depending on
yo-ir po"jint of view) from the second storey balcony of the town hall
and 23,000 English speaking students enrolled at the University of
Mc3ill iin 1966 - which Montrealers claim is the largest English enrollment in Canada - and they are probably correct - any arguments
from Toronto? Hi Isabel!
The University of Montreal was originally an offshoot of Laval Uni-
ve-sity,Quebec City, but received its own charter 1919.
Metro is I65 miles long, runs on rubber wheels for smoothness, silence and better traction, cost 315 million dollars and has terrible
ai~ conditioning - which is being rectified at the cost of several
mo-e million dollars. Tis wonderful and if all goes according to
plan, Montreal will become a city of the underworld in future win-
te-s with nary a soul on the streets.
There are more millionaires per square foot than in any other city
of Canada and the banking policy for the whole of the country is
fo-mulated at the Royal Bank of Canada, Place Ville Marie,  The
land on which said bank stands is leased for 99 years (they intend
to stay in business) and where a depositor can view his balance on
a special television screen. Ah progress!
So for all you future tourists - of which I again hope to be one in
the future - these are the facts.  It's a city of delight - Expo
aside - and if you want to look like a local inhabitants-
Cross on the red light,
Don't forget the transfer machine on the Metro,
and eat A la Crepe Bretonne - Oh that Onion Soup!!!
Pat LaVac 21
In the August 1967 issue of the National Geographic there appeared an
article on recent archeological excavations on a site hitherto largely
unexplored. Wonderful sculptures and buildings were being unearthed.
The problem of "where to go for a holiday" was suddenly solved - at
least, that was how it seemed.
Four weeks and three overdrawn bank accounts later I was on my way.
The travel agent had thrown in her hand once the airline tickets to
Istanbul, and home by way of Cos and Athens, were bought,  I was bus/
convincing myself and anyone else who would listen, that my projected
trip involved no serious problems.
The trip to Istanbul was made in three long hops with no stopovers.
My time there was mainly spent in trying to arrange my trip to the
ancient Greek cities of Asia Minor, oarticularly to Aphrodisias,
which the National Geographic had made so alluring.  Between rather
frustrating visits to local travel agents I took the conventional
tours to famous mosques and museums in Istanbul and found them fascinating.  The high point for me was a personal pilgrimage to the
barracks in which Florence Nightingale and her handful of nurses had
cared for the sick and wounded from the British armies in the Crimean
In spite of frustrations, I did leave Istanbul on the day I had planned,
and almost on the hour.  The Turks were right - Allah was on their
side and mine and I was unduly anxious about trifles such as ferry
schedules, hotel reservations, and a car and driver to take me on my
The car was a black Buick Special, 1955 vintage (with four new tires)
and the driver was a small, neat, dark man who spoke "a little English",
named Hasan.
Hasan was perhaps my greatest good fortune on this most satisfactory
holiday.  He was kind, concerned that I should enjoy his country, eat
well, not bathe more than was good for me, and not spend too much
money. He was as interested as I in subjects which would make good
pictures.  In his care I was able to eat in public places, take tea
in a tea-house, and move about freely in a country where a woman alcne
cannot do these things.  Above all he introduced me to family life in
a small Turkish village when he took me to stay with his sister and
her husband and to meet his other relatives. 22
My trip took me first along the Asiatic coast of the Sea of Marmara
tc Troy. The route passes through the charming mountainside city of
Bursa, famous for its silk and its glorious Green Mosque. We spent
our first night in Bandirma where I had to pay for both beds in my
room in order not to have to share it with a stranger (at a total
ccst of $1.26),
Troy lies a little west and south of a small city called Canakkale,
It is dramatically situated overlooking the "windy plain" described
by Homer,  To stand there and dream of Helen, of Hector and Achilles,
of Schliemann, the talented amateur who found the site, of wooden
hcrses and buried gold, is a wonderful experience.
From Troy we drove south along a lovely olive-covered hilly coast to
Bergama,  Greek Islands lie on the sea, peaceful-looking under the
bright blue skies and golden sun.
The ancient city of Pergamum and its nearby Aesklepion are worth
every minute and every aching muscle devoted to a leisurely visit.
The acropolis provides a panoramic view of miles of the most beautiful, lush farmland in Turkey, stretching to four points of the compass,
I drank from a sacred spring and bathed in a still-functioning
Graeco-Roman bath.
It was from Bergama, by way of Izmir, that we went to the village of
Kaymakci where Hasan was born, married his first wife and fathered
two sons.  The experience of kindness, hospitality, unaffected warmth
and shared pleasure which I. had there will be one of the most beautiful memories of my life.  Some day I hope to try to describe this
episode in such a way as to do it justice, but I do not believe I
can succeed.
Still on the way to Aphrodisias, I went to Ephesus, to Priene,
Miletus and Didyma, staying the while at a delightful seaside town
called Kusadasi, The sea was warm, very blue and very salty, and
provided much needed hydrotherapy for the aching muscles which got
progressively worse as the ruins went by.
After a stay of twenty-four hours at Pamukkale, site of yet another
Graeco-Roman city, characterized by thermal springs which have the
fallen columns and capitals of the original baths lying beneath the
clear turquoise waters amid the city ruins, we came finally to
The reality of this fabulous place was not like the dream which I
had created from the shiny pages of the National Geographic,  It
was overwhelming but more comprehensible in human terms than I had
imagined.  The old village of Geyre, still not entirely demolished, 23
lies among the ruins.  In its centre is the tea-house characteristic
of Turkish villages, with its quota of men who seem to have nothing
to do all day, and facing it the village "square", with shaggy dogs
asleep under the bench of Roman stone where one awaits the daily bus.
The ruins are breathtaking and many more lie buried under the farms
around the village. A stork's nest perched atop a column provides an
exotic touch.  I commend to you all the beautiful pictures in the
"Geographic". Add to them a quiet, quiet pastoral scene, a light
breeze and hot sun, ripe figs and pomegranates hanging on the trees,
broken Roman glass underfoot, and there you are!
To conclude - Turkey is beautiful, fertile, clean, and varied in its
appeal.  The people are always kind and they win your affection and
admiration.--'  The food is superb - as someone said, "It tastes the
way Greek food is supposed to taste".  Living is cheap, and, at least
in September, there are few tourists.  Long may it flourish!
* Cyprus notwithstanding. Barbara Gibson,
One Form of Untruth
There is something worse than deliberate lying, and that is the habit
of gratuitous assertion; of saying, not what we know to be untrue,
but what we do not know to be true.  Nine-tenths of our untruthfulness
is of this sort; and it is fostered by the credulity or the indifference
of our hearers.  George Tyrrel 1 .
from Robert Coope, "The Quiet Art" Mem:WZ350 C6
One of the impediments to knowledge is the affectation of trying to
conceal ignorance by the display of a specious appearance of knowledge,
Roger Bacon.  ibid.    u ,. .   ...
—a  H.W.Spaulding.
[Irreverent postscript: A half-truth, like half a brick, is always more
forcible as an argument than a whole one.  It carries further.
Stephen B. Leacock.]
TRUTH AND BEAUTH - Faculty of Education Art Display.
BSS has given permission for students in the Faculty of Education Art
Department to hang some of their works in the Library at the Entrance,
North Wing; Stack Entry, Floor 3; Entrance, Reserve Book Room.  Staff
members wishing to purchase any of the works should get in touch with
Sam Black, Faculty of Education. 24
Those of you interested in the censorship practiced in Vancouver
recently should watch for The Democratic Commitment, put out by
the B, C. Civil Liberties Association.  One of the articles in
this publication, written by Graham Elliston, unravels the facts
of each case.  He also points out that while it is encouraging
to find many people speaking out against misuse of power, opposition is often not based on libertarian principles.  However,
it is worth noting that the circulation of Georgia Strait has
risen considerably as a result of this free publicity, so it's
an ill wind.


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