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THE FIRST EDITION of The Ubyssey was published
twenty years ago. The front page was quite different from
current editions. Twenty years from now people will say,
"Remember how The Ubyssey looked before the big merger
,with the Burnaby Courier?"
Recovering   From   The
Pub's   First   Crisis
Th great thing about the
Ubyssey in 1923-24 was that
there was a Ubyssey.
Byt the time the Newbolt affair had trailed its clouds of
glory over the horizon the staff
of the Ubyssey had evaporated.
For the prospective editors of
1923-24 were Harry Cassidy's
staff, and their resignations
made them unavailable. Chief
am|ong them were the two
Geoff s (Broun and Ridehough).
By criticism  and  ridicule  they
Party Party Party
Now is the time for all good
pubsters to come to the aid of
the party.
The 40th Aniversary Party on
Saturday, March 7th.
If you're coming, let the An-
uversary Editor know. If you're
not coming, please let her know.
H you'd like to come please let
her know.
She likes to know things.
had reversed the tide of Empire.
Obviously they were not fit to
edit   a   paper for a  "bunch  of
young^ colonials."
I had three qualifications for
the job of editor-in-chief. I was
free of quilt by association with
the former board, I was a defeated candidate for President
of Arts Men, and I was an
Honours student in English. In
fact I was so well qualified on
these and other grounds that I
hadn't the foggiest idea about
getting out a college paper. But
I got the job.
We had our successes: a story
of Earle Birney appeared on our
literary page.
The business staff under
James Keenan gathered momentum as the year advanced. They
gave me pleasure from the ads
coming in and paid from complaints I received about their
rowdy evening sessions.
Yes, there was a Ubyssy in
Barbara Hansen is a living
She worked on the anniversary editions.
She thinks they should be left
up eo the Alumni Chronical. The
Alumni Chronical would stage
an orgy of delight over a chance
to work on anniversary editions.
They could put out one every
week, she says.
On day Barbara Hansen will
be a dead legend. Then she will
love anniversary editions.
Ubyssey Read
For Forty Years
Exactly 40 years ago a small upstart newspaper called The
Ubyssey was being eagerly read by 700 students in the UBC
Fairview shacks.
appeared in 1955 as the
brain-child of Maurice Gibbons and Rae Haines. As
UBC's first humour magazine in decades it enjoyed
great popularity, but unfortunately became diseased
after, two issues.
Today, 40 years later, the
same newspaper is being eagerly read by 10,000 students on
the UBC Point Grey campus.
In between lies a Great Depression and a World War but
the Ubyssey has remained constant as a student newspaper
faithfully reflecting UBC life
and views.
The first issue of the Ubyssey
on October 17, 1918, was a
quiet, deferential tabloid, polite
and couteous towards student
council  and   Faculty   members.
Today's paper is not neces-
arily polite to anyone, unless
they happen to deserve courtesy.
Journalism standards have
changed over the years and the
Ubyssey has changed with them.
The weekly has become a triweekly and the small tab size,
after some experimentation
with larger and large issues,
has settled down to the size you
are reading now.
The photographs, with one or
two notable Goon exceptions,
are standard records of plays
and concerts, special campus
events, winning and losing
sports' teams and -the inevitable
students'   council   members.
The make-up, on the other
hand, has been changing with
each succeeding Editor-in-Chief.
Pierre Burton, Senior Editor
in 1940, was the most notable
column rules, used heavy, four-
point cut-off lines, and added
black dots and capital letters
to the start of each  story.
Editor-in Chiefs John Garrett
later threw out the cut-off lines
and brought back hairlines to
divide the columns; John Tom
Scott dropped the black dots;
Mardes Dundas eliminated the
capital letters in leads and Jack
Ferry returned to column rules.
The dusty files locked away
in a special room in UBC's Library tell of exciting, controversial campaigns and news-
stories of past years.
Some of these, 40 years later,
have been reduced to a few
paragraphs or a few lines by
this Anniversary Edition's writers.
Many Things
Party  Boy
Because he is one of the most
colourful characters this university has ever known, and because he has always been a
friend of the Ubyssey, Jim Mac-
Farlan belongs in the Anniversary Edition.
Besides, he's good copy.
MacFarlan first broke into
print in 1954 as a freshman and
has been making the above mentioned good copy ever since.
In 1956-57 as USC Vice-President, he advocated representative government, saying that the
university had outgrown what
he termed "town meetings."
He has been an executive
member of the Social Problems
Club, ASUS, UCC, Civil Liberties Union, NFCUS, Parliamentary Forum and USC.
As a member of Model
Parliament, he has also
caused considerable excitement.
During the November 8,
(Continued on Page 10)
See . . . PARTY BOY
Pub Board official Anthem to Beethoven's Ninth. p. 5
Jack Wasserman explains why he had to ask Sun for job, 17
Pierre Burton tells many girls the Pub used to have, p. 14
Al Forrest tells of the many girls the Pub now has p. 18
Ken Lamb complains 'the Pub ain't what it used to be', p 19
Ron Grantham retells story of his 'expulsion' as Editor, p. 3
Jabez returns with Mummery as Eric Nicol 'pubs' again, 2
Geof. Riddenhough explains  the Newbolt  incident, p.  6
Muck-a-Muck returns with many fine features,.. p. 4-5
Raven writhes again with Mike Ames, p. 8 PAGE TWO
Friday, February 27, 1959
THE UBYSSEY  YeWowed Pages  Record
Authorized as second class mail by Post Office Department, Ottawa
Published three times a week throughout the University year
in Vancouver by the Publications Board of the Alma Mater Society,
-University of. BX. lEditorial opinions expressed are those of the
Editorial Board Of The Ubyssey and not necessarily those of the
Alma Mater Society or the University of B.C.
TelephonesLEditorial offices, AL. 4404; Locals 12, 13 and 14;
Business offices, AL, 4404; Local 15.
Anniversary Edition Editor,    ROSEMARY .-KENT-BARBER
Assistant Anniversary Editor,    BARBARA HANSEN
Reporters and Desk:    "Owl"    Forrest,   Rupe,   Wendy   Barr,
Jessie Johnson, Gail Merrilles, B. Crawford, John Brochmann.
More than 40 Birthdays ago this year a little, blue-
covered-magazine.appeared on the UBC Fairview shacks.
■ 'It's name was .-Anon," soon to be0ome "Annonymous"
foor one issue and then the ''Ubicee."
. This year we celebrate the birthday of-this magazine,
: metamorphosized over the years to Canada's leading campus
newspaper, "The Ubyssey."
j The Ubyssey   by   any   name   has   not   always   been
sweet, but it .has never been sour.
Its jiews-stc«aes, ieainres,  cartoons, sports and  edito-
; r rials ©vex: the. years Jhaspe been accurate monitors of chang-
; ing* studerrt iastej and 'opinions.
; Its edator^andwaatearshave gone on to become some of
Caaada's.mcEst famous; rjouraalists, publishers and writers.
The Ubyssey has; justly- been praised for its work as a
training.ground forsuch people.
--Such -praise' was not always received by the people
involved at the time.
Ubyssey editors have been suspended from classes, the
AMS and campus; banned from meetings, and conferences;
kidnapped regmlarly -by-engimeers, and criticized by Council
and Faculty alike.
The paper has been- denounced, reviled, persecuted,
and destroyed; jused to wrap: luncheon garbage by students
and to make paper darts by engineers.
One Eastern minister even went so far as to describe
it as "a vile rag."
Such criticism over the years has usually been the
result  of misunderstanding, centering  around  two  littler
realized facts, "The Ubyssey is not a bulletin board," and
' "The Ubyssey is a student newspaper."
This is an Anniversary Edition so we're not going to
.get.bitter about this curious misunderstariding as to a
campus NEWSpaper's function.
We're just going to congratulate ourselves: and our past
editors for doing such a good job and producing such.a good
paper over the years under circumstances that would drive
any working newspaper man to drink.
Happy Birthday toiUs! R, K-B
History Of University
The glorious past of the Publications Board has been recalled at length in this issue. Because the. Publications Board
is inseparable from UBC, any history of the paper is inevitably
a reliable record of the University.
The anniversary edition could be very dangerous  if the
past recounted here is not treated in relation to events of this
week.    The last years may or may not have been glorious.
There is no doubt in contemporary students' minds that this
, week, has not been the least bit glorious.
The mistakes of the past administrations and governments
have been clouded by nostalgia which is inevitable since nostalgic events are often insignificant happenings which belong in
popular songs, but wind up in university histories and anniversary editions.
The Ubyssey and the university sounds wonderful in these
twenty pages. The steady trend toward complete dependence
on government budgets is not recorded here. The trend from
university to technical school is not recorded here. The trend
from eager intellectuals striving for an education to organization boys searching for careers is not recorded here.
"The events of this week are results of the above trends.
Once we were great.   So what? B. H.
By Brad Crawford
In 1916 the publication
"Annoymous" was replaced as
campus organ by monthly
magazine called 'The Ubicee.'
At that time the population of
UBC was about 380, in the
faculties of Arts and Applied
Science. Apart from the fact
that the letters to the editors
and some of the aricles were
signed with Latin 'nomes de
plume' and the fillers had a
very scholarly lack of significance the paper was much like
it is today.
By October, 1918 the paper
had become a weekly and
proclaimed, in grand Radsoc
fashion that its aims were "to
print the news while it is hot
and, by means of columns to
encourage all forms of student
The roots of many of our
institutions go to this period.
People who say that UBC is
too young to have any sort of
tradition have only to spend
a while in these yellowed
pages to see how wrong they
On Dec. 5, 1918, Mrs. J. W.
deB. Farris spoke at the University reviewing the history
of begrudged financing by the
government, the trickle of private funds advocated a two-
million-dollar fund being initiated, out of which would rise
a memorial to war dead, on
Point Grey.
And thus, innocently, was
laid the foundation for many a
trek to Victoria. From Dec.
11, 1919:
"Have you ever visited Victoria? This is not introductory
to a dissertation on the beauties of the Island scenery, or
to the superiority of Vancouver
vim and energy. Nay, gentle
reader, it is but an innocent-
seeming query leading to the
natural conclusion: If not, lake
the opportunity this Christmas
and join the army of invasion
on the 19th of December which
plans   to    make    the    Capitol
City   realize  once  and  for   all
the existence of UBC."
Editorial comment continued
to fan the fires of longing
present in the breasts of UBC
Plans were laid, round-table
discussions held, much talk
was devoted towards educating
the public as to the needs of
this;growing University. Typical of this line of persuasion
was the editorial which appeared in the Ubyssey Sept. 28,
It is generally acknowledged
by all who have striven to
interest the people of British
Columbia in the movement "to
get out to Point Grey" that
the sympathy of the public has
definitely been enlisted, and
the university is looked upon
as a provincial possession now.
Apparently, however, a considerable number of people are
unwilling to lake-more definite
action because they fear that
the present is scarcely a fitting
time to add to the public expenditure by the increased
financial burden which seems
to them an- inevitable concomitant of University development.
We   believe   that   the   fact
-should be  stressed  that  this
development can proceed with-,
out subjecting the tax-payer to
any such increased taxation.
After all, we are not unreasonable in asking that some
plan be adopted. We always
had looked upon our present
habitation as a make-shift, to
be endured while a great war
"called for every available dollar" to quote the time-honoured
preamble to the Calendar.
That time is past, and we are
not so much asking a favour as
claiming our heritage.
It has to come, sooner or
later; we cannot go on indefinitely putting new wine into
old bottles. Every dollar spent
in patching up our present
"annex to hte pest-house" represents ultimate waste: spent
on the Point Grey buildings it
stands for a definite advance
to a permanent goal. And so
we commend the student campaign to all connected with the
University. It is the greatest
thing that we have ever attempted: there is every reason
to believe that it will be the
greatest triumph tha we have
ever experienced."
But not everyone was quite
as enthusiastic about their
The Cairn which is now the
focal point and the symbol of
their efforts aroused at the
time considerable animosity.
The Editor comments, October
26, 1922:
"The memorial Cairn owes
its useless life to an unfortunate departure from the ordinary procedure of student administration. Apparently, the
Students' Council had taken it
upon its own initiative to authorize the expenditure of one
hundred dollar sof the campaign funds for the erection of
the Cairn.) Surely, the Cairn's
most ardent supporter can see
that the results obtainable from
a pile of stones are hardly
commensurate with the other
possibilities of one hundred
It does appear strange even
now that the Council should
have authorized the expenditure of one- third of the entire
funds for a 'pile of stones' but
what a remarkable piece of
luck for all th egenerations of
undergraduates to follow that
they were autocratic enough
to force the motion through.
And the students also saw
the point . . . the point being
that if anything was going to
be done for students, students
would have to initiate it. In
(Continued on Page 4)
The Mummery  .  .  . Jabez
Not long ago a letter signed
"Confused" came to my dispensary of ineffable light.
This Province reader asked:
"Why are students so preoccupied with toilets? Toilets are
always popping to the fore—
they figure in initiations —
they loom muggingly in car-
. toons —• they -add prestige to
the residences whose front
steps they >occupy. "Pot's four' is
always on a scavenger trophy
list. (Everybody knows what
a pot's-fur.)
"Is there something about
the atmosphere of a luniversdty
that quickens* the pulse of the
vulgar? ... I will admit humbly- that I find sex excrutiating-
ly funny. But toilets . . . where
did I folank out?"  ■
I was glad that Confused
came to me with his problem,
instead of trusting it to some-
tody without the proper aca-
•demci •background.
I-sat-down >»red wrote what I
considered to be a column displaying a remarkable combination of tact and erudition, explaining the undergraduates'
bidet-mania with the warm,
chuckly sympathy of the Old
The Province editor killed
the  column.   He   said   it  was
Well, I guess it just goes
to show that there's something
about university -life that remains with us always. With
some it's education. With
others — and I seem to be
marked for the platoon — it's
a certain type of humor.
Why is the toilet part of
that humor? I'd say it's because university is a sudden
freedom from various restraints of high school, and to
find Rabelaisian release for his
•high spirits the undergraduate turns to the toidy.
The toilet is the symbol of
all that has been hush-hush in
the young person's life. From
earliest childhood he has been
admonished to refer to the
object in a whisper. He ha's
hear ^iis mother ask large,
moustached matrons if they
want to use "the little girl's
In his new, intoxicating
freedom the university student
brandishes the chamber-pot, as
Perseus held forth the severed
head of Medusa, to signal the
death of the tyranny of taboos.
To those of us who have
learned "that the monster was
far   from   dead,   who   cower
cribbed and craven behind
convention -and the demands
of good taste, college humor
seem)!   merely   gross.
But robust humor has always been gross, from Aristophanes through Rabelais, Boccaccio, Swift, Fielding, right
down to the burlesque comedian   of   today.
Humor that concerns itself
consciously with good taste is
like a bridegroom whose first
solicitude is that the bridal bed
doesn't squeak.
Those familiar with the
plays of Moliere, probably the
greatest of writers of comedy,
will remember that in addition to the high comedy, and
in lieu of good taste, he employs the standard gag of the
doctor chasing somebody with
a huge enema syringe.
Vulgar but vital, that
comedy, as is college humor
at its best.
Upon my own crude efforts
at university I look back wistfully, ready at any time to exchange the ermine of mature
judgment for that rare and
wonderful pot's fur.
Yes, dear Confused, college
humor's penchant for bathroom plumbing is jtist part of
the flush of youth. Friday, February 27, 1959
President Sends
Ubyssey Message
It is a pleasure for me to write a brief message on the
occasion of the 40th anniversary of The Ubyssey, for since
I first became President, of this University I have been
constantly aware of the important role played by the
student newspaper in the life of the campus.
Those who control any medium of communication
possess power of a quite extraordinary kind; for, to a large
extent, they can form opinion and direct thinking. Those
of us who have lived through the decline and fall of more
than one dictator know something of what can happen
when the power of the press is put to improper use, just as
we know what benefits thoughtful and impartial reporting
can bring.
Freedom of speech is a much cherished possession here
in Canada, whether it be in private conversation, from the
public platform, or in the press; but any kind of freedom,
automatically carries with it responsibilities, and readiness
to accept the consequences of what we say and do is the
true measure of maturity in men.
It has been traditional at this University that the maximum freedom — and so the maximum responsibility —
should be given to the student, not only in his academic
•' studies, but also in his social life: his clubs, his athletics,
his student government.   We learn by doing, and those who
are about to become Jeaders in provincial and national
affairs should, in my opinion, be given responsibility at the
earliest possible moment, always provided of course that
' such  responsibility  is commensurate  with their  level of
, achievement and development.
I know of no university — and during my career I have
been associated with a large number — where students have
so much liberty of action as they have at the University of
British Columbia.
This, in my opinion, is a healthy and proper state of
affairs, for I have generally found that when human beings
. are entrusted with special duties and responsibilities, they
• can be counted on to act in a proper and dignified manner
' and so justify the trust which has been given them.
Fortunately for us all, The Ubyssey has had a long succession of able young men and women on its editorial staff
who respect the freedom they enjoy and act .accordingly.
At some universities student newspapers are under the
direct control of the faculty and are, to a greater or lesser
extent, subject to some measure of control. Any restriction
on what reasonable people may say or think is completely
1 repugnant to the ideas I hold, and certainly, if freedom of
speech should exist anywhere, it should exist on the cam-
. pus of a university.
When I mention the freedom given to students, I j&o not
mean that there are no limits to that freedom. Those of us
who have a continuing responsibility in the affairs of the
University sometimes find it necessary to correct or modify
the statements made in the student newspaper.
On the whole this comes about because we have additional information to that of the students, or because we
must consider particular events in terms of long-range
policy. In the past, diferences of opinion have generally
been sorted out on the basis of frank and sympathetic discussion to the satisfaction of students and faculty alike.
Some of you may recall moments of uneasy truce in the
past over policy matters which have been hotly debated;
I know because I have had some anxious moments. But
on the whole, the teaching members and the student members of this University get along extremely well together.
Any newspaper has many services to provide and many
tastes to satisfy, but I think that within the limits imposed
on it by budget and by the time which can reasonably be
given to it, The Ubyssey is a good student publication.
Those who serve on its staff expend a great deal of time,
energy and imagination on our behalf, and we must be
grateful to them.
See PRESIDENT SENDS . . . Continued on Page 18
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Expelled UBC Editor Tells
Old   Pub   Board   Legend
Editor-in-chief,  1930-1031
What I know about the
Ubyssey controversy of 1931
might have gone with me to
the grave had I been asked to
write of it on merely the 39th,
or even the 41st, anniversary
of the student newspaper.
For the task is hard, since few
understand the complexity of
the affair and probably no one
has the whole picture clearly in
mind. And what would we do
without the legends by which
we live? But at the risk of
spreading disillusionment I
yield to the strange appeal of
a   40th anniversary.
Unhappily my revelations can
be no simple and heroic tale of
a student struggle for free
speech. Nor is this a story of
rebellious youth. The issues
were confused and the editor
involved never felt less rebellious in his life.
Perhaps the defiance attributed to him was deserved on at
least one occasion.
Though just suspended from
the campus, he lingered under a
misguided sense of duty to arrange for the next edition and
on being ordered out of the
cafeteria by the acting President,
he deliberately gulped the rest
of his coffee instead of making a
bee-line for the door.
For the rest, what happened
in 1931 was caused not so much
by conflict over principle as by
misunderstanding and odd turns
of circumstance and the intrusion of "the human factor."
And far from being a hotbed
of rebellion, the "Pub", that
haunt of eccentric characters
whom the academic gown clung
while all about them reverted
to the prosaic garments of the
street, the Pub was heavy with
It was really tradition that
caused all the trouble. The
tradition of journalistic competence, going back through the
exacting Pillkington, the fervent
Desbrisay, and into the dim past.
The tradition of a free press,
particularly impressive to an
editor who had heard of its defence in the days of his cousin,
Phyllis Mackay, and of Geoffrey
And so strong was the editor's
oedipus complex that, it must
now be confessed, for the sake
of Alma Mater, he was prepared
to put free speech in chain and
might have been persuaded even
to act as executioner.
For President K1 i n c k explained that Ubyssey support
was embarrassing him in delicate negotiations with a cabinet
some members of which apparently did not appreciate student
advice on how to run the province.
To The Ubyssey, the proposal
of depression-minded politicians
to slash the university budget
was a battle challenge that must
be taken up if a state-supported
institution was to be worthy of
the name of university.
But in the circumstances,
when the President kindly
though very firmly ordered his
allies of the press to leave the
field, the editor was not minded
to raise any question of student
self-government  of  self-speech.
Though The Ubyssey fell officially selent, columnists and
letter-writers directed pot-shots
at Victoria. But Dr. Klinck had
expected a complete "cease
fire." Whether the editor would
have complied had he understood this requirement must remain one of those interesting
questions with which history is
And the history of this affair
might have been different had
Dr. Klinck heard an explanation, but in his absence from
the campus Dean Brock had his
authority to suspend the editor
from the campus for two weeks
—Dean Brock, who kept a file
of Ubyssey editorials with objectionable passages marked in
red, and who on a previous occasion had made plain his disapproval of criticism of the
Officers' Training Corps.
After the AMS lawyer, Sherwood Lomacy arranged for the
editor's return at the end of the
week, a new crisis was caused
by that Sense of Responsibility
which sometimes obsesses student editors and councillors,
with consequences that can be
About this time beautiful
calla lilies from the University
of Manitoba's student newspaper inspired shades to be
drawn in the pub and the corpse
of Free Speech to be laid upon
an improvised bier, mourned by
black-gowned scribes and visited
by a reverent throng of the
campus public.
For despite rumours the citadel of free speech had been
surrendered, the agreement with
the President was simply that
controversy would be suspended
pending investigation of the
status of T h e Ubyssey by a
committee of faculty and students.
Worried toy these rumours, the
editor explained the matter to
the campus, carefully refraining
from-any expression of opinion.
To Dr. Klinck, this was clearly
a.breach of agreement and must
be repaired by a statement to
that effect in the next Ubyssey.
To t h e pubsters, it seemed
likely that John Wilkes and
William Lyon MacKenzie had
struggled for a free press in
vain. So that time might be
gained for finding a way out
of this dilemma, The Ubyssey
was not published that night.
Again a question mark stares
from the pages of history. What
if the solon had rallied to The
Ubyssey's aid? But seized with
the notion that the newspaper
must come out they sent Margaret Muirhead to beard the
pubsers in their den. No more
persuasive an emissary ever
went on a foul errand, but not
even she could split editor and
staff. She was permitted to depart with life and dignity intact.
Then the staff resigned en
bloc, but the editor rejected this
gesture. For if tyros took over,
what would happen to The
Ubyssey's standards? And might
not fratmen use this opportunity
to seize control? Unmoved by
these demonstrations of solidarity and public spirit, the solons
dismissed the chief scribe.
With Himie Koshevoy in
charge, the pubsters began
pressing for vindication of their
ex-editor. The ex-editor left his
personal cause to  the students.
But the novelty of the affair
having worn off, Maurice Desbrisay, undertaking his last crusade, could not get an Alma
Mater Society quorum.
Whatever its errors of tactic,
perhaps the pub had strengthened an old and rather sound
tradition. vAmmm
^Friday, February #Zfl&59
In Search of Paradigmes
By Robert H. King,
Arts-Aggie '39
SCENE: A Den of Iniquity,
located NW of the auditorium
foyer, just around the Corner
from Prosperity. The Lost
Souls who dwell herein serve
Shrdlu Etaoin. the Mighty
Muse of Muck, in his endless
quest for an answer to that
cosmic eternal question; Qwer-
It is a busy place, this Pub
of the Thirties. Off in a shadowy corner though is a Quiet
One dreaming of a host of
Golden Daffodils. He is an Om-
niscent Third Person who has
really just come in for a few
minutes to get warm, having
lost his way after being
thrown from an Old Victorian Novel while travelling over
a very Rough  Road.
Assorted Pubsters mill
about, the Society Editor
SQC-ED. How about this
chief the commodore has a
springy floor the Spanish grill
has kenney engineers have
hairy ears but aggies haven't
any? ■<■>.■
THE CHIEF:.Don't sass me
Sasamat. ■    -.,   ■
MAiNAG-ED: All,. together
now drinkink drlmkihk drink-
ink and follow us tonight we
work on richards .street the
old days , composing leaders
from the font on forty first
are forever gone now we must
A   PIONEER:   When   UBC
opened its doors on September 30, 1915, there were 379
students. By 1922 there were
1176 . , . classes were held in
shacks, tents, a church basement, attics and nearby homes.
(soft musics is heard swing
low sweet chariot and dominant slow theme on alto ochar-
ina with rhythmic tenor sweet
potato obligato to the tune of
fwee iitie fillies in double
time orchestral turgidity
swells from two tin whistles
six coke bottles and a syrup
CHORUS: Comin' for- to
carry nie home.
AN ARTIST: Kiss me goodbye peggy the hig ere over
the mountains you go.
AN ARTIST: The rain rains
the grass grows green and
rivers flow to the sea but the
thrusting light of sunshine
past lives on eternally.
ASSOC-ED: Sun summer
warm on weathered wood and
bright on sprakling sand sun
autumn miellow in the muted;
woods sun winter crisp on gar-!'
ibaldi snowfield up the sound
sun springtime soft beieath
imperial tree. ;     j
""" A     FAUN:    SPRING     IS
THE CHIEF: We will celebrate Christmas.
(they do,  elaborately)  (2)
AN    EX-ED:    (to     himself,
mostly, quietly cutting his lit-
(Continued from Page 2)
1936. they mprjgaged ,tjto JXTO  two hundred and fifty students
thstlfihey had buiMl»«ed
their fees for nine years and
put up o u r present stadium.
The year after, with the stadium mortgaged to the hilt, they
started work on Brock Hall.
Since 1924 the .students of
this University have contributed over $130,000 to the capital:
assets of the University. In
aptual cash they have raised
$21,000 now in trust towards
fhe proposed Brock Memorial
L- Since 1924 the Provincial
Government has added practically nothing to the accommodation provided for university students in spite of the
fact that the number of those
seeking advanced education
has nearly doubled. And now
the conditions of overcrowding
are as miserable as they were
fci the days before the Point
Grey site was ever occupied.
To quote President Klink
"The present state of overcrowding can produce either a
further decline in the standards, thai have gained so favourable' a reputation for the
university, or else a further
limitation in numbers."
Why should the University
suffer a serious blow when increased accommodation would
remove it from the present danger?
The bridge at New Westminster was too crowded, so a new
$3,000,00 span will take its
place. Forty-two interns at the
General Hospital were too
crowded, so a $60,000 home is
being provided for them. The
provincial -Mental Hospital was
too crowded, so it got a $500,-
O0Q  addition.  Two  thousand,
are too crowded in buildings
designed for a maximum of
1500, but not a cent is allowed for increased accommodation.
The students have done their
part. Now let the government
"In another year or two
there wiU be over 2500 young
men and women seeking to attend the University of British
Columbia, and "If accommodations are not increased, some
will have to be undeservedly
Turned awayi|fiince it would
take at least a)|ear to complete
new buildings,} they should be
started now.
But surely the students
should not have to go through
another strenuous campaign to
force the government to act.
Surely it would leave a far
better taste in the mouths of
British Columbians if they
could say "The government is
providing better accommodations at the University than
"Our University is so crowded
that the students themselves
have had to campaign and petition the government twice before it would act."
Go to the Cairn ceremony
today but keep in mind: Do we
need a Cairn Ceremony ... or
another Cairn?
Things looked very black,
and then someone thought of
how to get the government to
act, without marching to Victoria:
History,^ lias been observed-
repeats itself.    i: 'i'-.>•?;■ ;= -;
tie paper dolls the while):
That's right be gay and joyous free of care let not crusading thoughts consume thee the
paths of righteous indignation
lead but to the door marked
out all hail the Muse of Muck.
A NOVICE: (looking very
much like a White Rabbit):
Dear oh dear i shall be late
again . . . (looks at his watch
and hurries off pink nostrils
twitching at visions of sugarplums chanting to himself):
My crusade must not fail will
not fail shall prevail.
AN EX-ED: (sympathetically: All we like sheep.
AGGIE JOE: (eargerly): I
got a whole bunch of clippings
from the cow path.
AN O-T-P: Pathways pathways t^ glory yes there.is a
beckpnmg leafy pathway in
:the forest to a hundred steps
or more through bracken alder
latfrel maple fir and salmon-
berry glowing glinting shifting shadows in the slanting
sun arid; the heady moist per-
'^fume of we forest floor gently
jJa«Dun<i and dowjn it leads t©
where the salt and skookum -
wteters meet and the strand is
^afnv the weathered granite
rdcks and drifitwood half-
buried by the sea give shelter
from the soufflant breeze arid
there is peace peace in out*
time while numberless' little
fayecrests break in glittering'
foam and the gray-green timbers of the old hulk rot.
..(a telephone jangles, the
reverie is lost)
ASSOC-ED: Hello . . . yes
... I see . . . three weeks eh
. . . (click) . , . ye gods (suddenly he realizes . . .): If she's
coming down with mumps ,
we're all bound to get 'em!
AN G-T-P: Ah yes then they
fell away one by one to pine
for a time at home by a phone
alone with their lumps in ere-
bus slowly returning to learning wan by wan and hungry.
see now steak and kidney pie
is fifteen cents a la carte or
twenty five cents for the complete luncheon.
SPORTS^ED: You can't
bounce a meat ball hurray hurray hurray.
SHRUMIUS (from the corridor loud and clear in toga):
We've already established that,
extension of the method to
Salisbury Steak has proved to
be quite difficult, however it
is hoped that further work will
lead to a solution of the problem.
THE CHIEF: Let's get down
to fundamentals.
ASS'T-ED: What's a fundamental?
SPORTS-ED: Horseback riding makes you want to eat
AN EX-ED (wistfully): Where
are the puns of yesteryear?
them with my tea I thought
they were crumpets.
A BUS-RIDER: Sic transit,
sic sic sic-
AN O-T-P: Gloria mundi sun-
- shine and rain I must go down
to the sea again.
(Silence descends and there
is only the westbreeze blowing
softly then on the wings of the
wind a distant voice is heard)
SYLVAN-US (guardian of the
temple, speaking for..all); "For,
so the Ark be borne to Zion
who Heeds how they perished
or were paid that bore it? For,
so the Shrine abide, what
shame-^-what price—If we, the
priests, were bound or crowned
before it?" (3)
(1) Aubrey Roberts, The
Great Trek, ., UBC Alumni
Chronicle, vol. 11. no. 1, p. 16
(1957). ..,;      ,
tb !&'ritarriiage
ider   thii
"Why wouid'%j
five pay: wkmi
bureau?" a^ke
"If jshe's\' under thirty the
Cpnimohwealth" Bureau will register her for nothing," answered
Marion. Besides being Jean's
'good friend Marion is secretary
at the Commonwealth Marriage
t | "The man I'd like wouldn't
have to go to a marriage bureau," said Jean stubbornly.
"You'd be surprised how
many charming, interesting,
thoroughly eligible young men
are coming to this bureau," said
Marion. "It's something that has
never been tried before — a
trained sociologist helping
people to find marriage partners. Some very intelligent men
are coming. In the "under 30's"
more men than women apply.
"Good looking?" asked Jean
mischievously. "Even good looking," answered Marion.
"Btut why?" asked Jean,
"can't they find girls on their
"Some of them have jobs that
keep them out of touch with
girls. Some don't have time to
do what they consider a good
job of looking. Some Of them, I
suspect, are a little lazy. Some
regard looking the field over as
a fearful waste of time and
money and prefer to let us narrow it down a bit. You must
admit this way is logical."
"Put not very romantic," said
(2) Margaret Eckex Francis,
A Tale of the Pub — and After,
UBC Alumni Chronicle, vol 10,
no. 2, p. 22 (1956).
(3) Blythe A. Eagles, Makers
of the University, UBC Alumni
Chronicle, vol. 11, no. 1, p. 24
Mrs. Lin Brown graduated from
UBC in Arts and Social Work.
She studied further al the University of Pittsburgh School of
Social Work and has worked in
B.C., Saskatchewan and England.
"Romance can end in divorce
Romance is not enough for marriage.   This   way you   look  fc
romance   and   something   moi
"You know," said Jean, "you
have a point there. Perhaps I
will see your Mrs. Brown,
If you have reached the age
of discretion and would like to
get married, why don't you
make an appointment to see
Mrs. Lin Brown of the Conrmon-
wealth Bureau, Ste'. 14, 709
Dunsmuir, MU. 3-3045. ,
To Remain
Ubyssey Editor — 1959
The good old days were lousy.
The first day I dropped down
to The Ubyssey office in September of 1953 there wasn't a
girl in the place.
How times have changed.
Nowadays it's hard for a self-
respecting fellah to walk through
the  Pub  office unmolested.
There is a reason for this.
Under the Fotheringham
regime in 1953-54 arid the Symp-
nowich crusade of 1954-55, the
Ubyssey was a training ground
for reporters.
But we younger types had a
chance to see what became of
the editorial wheels after they
graduated and overnight lectures
became, popular again amongst
People stopped trying to make
like reporters.
The Ubyssey office became an
annex for the Players Club.
Jazz Society types wandered
down and tried, to turn the
Ubyssey into a swing paper.
In 1956-57 under Sandy Ross
and in 1957-58 under Pat Mar-
chak the Ubyssey became alternately a playboy's cutup parlor
and a psuedo academic symposium. ,
But this year in 1958-59 the
trend has gone to its logical extreme.
The girls discovered that The
Ubyssey has a higher marriage
rate than any comparable group
on the campus.
So The Ubyssey office has become a happy hunting ground
for girls looking for mates.
But too many girls came (Jown.
They frightened all the boys
The boys foolish enough tf) ';
stay are just smothered witli at- [
tention. "j
CIG^RITTES Friday, February 27, 1959
Chronical  Small Beer
Hello Out There
Ubyssey Columnist, 1922-23
Backwards, turn backwards, O Time, in your fleeting,
Make me an undergrad just for this space;
Back to the Ubyssey's once-a-week greeting,
When I scrambled to fill the Lit. Editor's place.
We had two tiny rooms with one desk and one table,
(Any cat that was swung would have gone into shock)
And our chief claim to fame was not that we were able,
But that the Pub door was the one that would lock
In the whole of the Arts Building (Fairview shacks vintage);
A fact which I do not want misunderstood,
For although "Flaming Youth" gave some high voltage hintage,
(And, of course, there's no doubt we'd have flamed if we could)
The fact still remains that it wasn't so easy
To work up an orgy in quaint days of yore,
And the truth that came out—and did make the Dean queasy—
Was that two of us SMOKED — after locking that door!
Ah, Youth! Ah, the twenties! Ah, cigarettes solemn!
(For they symboied revolt in those halcyon days).
And what is this question that fills up a column?
"Should amateurs kiss in the Players Club plays?"
It was generally felt that the course of discretion
Was to fake the embrace — about one inch apart —
But for further research or. a first hand confession,
I must send you elsewhere; I could not get a part. <
Did they kiss or not kiss?   I could never be certain, : . ..
C$!a kiss or not to kiss was an issue-at-large).
But one thing is sure: at the fall of the curtain
What was done or not done had produced quite a charge. '
To-marry the girl was a Players Club habit;
(She did or she didn't; she wouldn't or would)
And I shall not carp, or --- to speak "twenties" — crab it,
For the Clynes and the Caples are proof it was good.
Tliere was also the time we were all public sinners —
TBie great Newbolt scandal, in spring '23; —
Harry Cassidy's stand helped to make us the winners,
WEen our editor fought for each pubster's degree.
Our criminal issue held no line erotic,
BQt we'd satirized Britain — and heads were to fall —
Yet you can't call a veteran unpatriotic;
Harry's record — and sense — saved the day for us all.
The other guy's album is always unheeded;
I hope you'll forgive me as memories flock; ' ' -
I remember the Pub. as a refuge most needed,    '   :'
I cried- there one day and thanked God for that lock;'
It "was also more fun than all other endeavor,    '    ; '
And some of us found — you may think it's for birds —
A.dream that the Ubyssey gave us forever:
Y^t you can't call a veteran ft unpatriotic;
And whether our acts were approved or unlawful)' \t\
One trait of the twenties was shared by us all;
Wfe.att scribbled verse which was; mostly just awfuj-i---
That's why I've used rhyme for this random recall).;.|L.
ft There was a war in 1914-18. iii   5   f
The 1958 goon.edition was all
about Jefry and Jane.  ,,
You know all about Jerry^and
J^ne- .; . ■ '!:-.i
Jerry  and Jane  came  to  UBC
with   Dean  Neville  Scarff.
Jerry   liked   pictures.,
He colored pictures, all the
'One day he took a picture
Someone told the'AMS that
one day Jerry took a picture
The AMS took the picture
away' from 'Jerry.
Professionally Laundered
3 ^ 59
Jerry said it was all a prank.
The-* AMS could- not spell.
Tbegr said,it was a -theft
Jesry had his composition
book taken tiasvags by. the AMS;
Jany thought Jerry said Jane
was. a prank..
Jane left Jerry and took bis
Dean.. Scarff is still here.
Pub Board
This   official  Pub   Board   anthem is sung to Beetoven's 9th "
There's a thriving congregation in the depths of old Brock
Where they feed the kids on
bottles from the time that they
are small,
They sleep on beer-scaked
Ubysseys and Forrest in the Lord
Of the illegitimate children of
the  Publications Boaru.
Barb Hansen was an editor,
drank whiskey by the tub,
She's the girl who made the
Georgia the annex to the Pub.
Rosemary is of'different stock,
teetotalling is her boast,
So while we call Barb Hansen
"God," Rose is,. "The Holy
Ghost." ',' """_;' .
Kerry was a hep cat of boogie-woogie stock,
He never is quite happy unless
he has a crock.
But Jerry is a Sun-ray kid,
who write quite funny prose,
Sometimes for the Ubyssey •
and sometimes for Ron Rose.
Willy has a microphone—h«i •
used to call it "Mike,"
He took it every.' place he >
went, (a case of abnormal psych)
But as the days and months
went by our William grew quite
vexed     "'''/
The trouble with the mike,
was, the darn thingwasn't sexed.
Frain wrote CUP stuff, and ,
had a funny laugh.
She giggled in the Pub Board,
and she giggled in the Caf
When   she   sniggers   at   our.
(Cofitintred on Page 16)
The headline at the top of
these two pages is unfamiliar
to  our regular readers.
In former! years it was the
motto for aj^age called "Muck-
a-Muck."    | j;
The closest thing we have
to muck 4s; the Critics Page.
RathefclNhan have Muck-a-
Muck at the top of these pages
we decides! to suckle fools and
cronicle ■: small beer.
It seemed closer to the truth.
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Friday, February 27, 1959
Ancient History
And Rah Rah
By Flight Lieutenant
A. T. Paton, DFC
I was glad to read in a recent
national magazine article that
the Ubyssey is still "the most
ramlbunctious' has the most freedom from (faculty) control, and
takes itself least seriously" of
all Canadian college papers.
Now that it has reached its
40th birthday, it must work
more fervently than ever to retain this fine reputation. Pubsters of ny era, most of whom
are approaching the same milestone, know this from personal
We entered the third war
year of 1941-42 in battling mood
at UBC. The banner headlines
on our first issue read, "Military
Training Remains Six Hours per
Week," and the lead editorial
plugged for airforce training as
an alternative to COTC. I still
rrjaintain our campaign was the
forerunner of the RCAF's University Air Squadron set-up you
have on the campus today, but
it caused us in the Pub a few
embarrassing moments at the
time. When the authorities finally did approve the plan, we
were determined not. tp let volunteer n a -v i g a tion instructor
Walter Gage down. Result: half
his class of airforce trainees was
composed of Ubyssey staffers—
including Totem editor Lionel
Salt, columnist Eric Nicol and
sports editor Jack McKinley.
That was the year when at a
tumultuous meeting early in the
term students voted to pay the
tuition fees of AMS president
Ted McBride, treasurer Keith
Porter and yours truly. Ex-pub-
ster and McGoun Cup debater
Airvid Backman led an unsuccessful campaign against this
generous move, and when he
reversed his stand the next
spring (having been elected
treasurer for the following year)
the Ubyssey couldn't resist the
temptation to chide the big
scienceman editorially.
As a matter of fact, we were
chiding just about everybody on
the campus that year — mostly
to support the fine efforts of
the War Aid Council which was
created in November. By term's
end nearly $6,000 had been contributed by the 2,500-strong student body and turned over to
various charities. WAC chairman Dorothy Hird and her council members did a terrific job
organizing such fund-raising
events as the Mile-of-Pennies
campaign, weekly Self-Denial
days, Victory Bond drives, etc.
Largest single contribution was
$1,900 from the Greek Letter
Red Cross Ball.
Meantime, down in the Pub,
an enthusiastic group had a lot
of fun putting together two
issues a week. Our senior editors were Les Bewley and Jack
McMillan. News manager was
Andy Snaddon, my successor as
editor-in-chief, who is now a
wheel on the Calgary Herald.
Jack Ferry, Lucy Berton and
i Marg Reid were associate editors. Jack McKinley had fellows
like Bill Gait, Chuck Claridge
and Harry Franklin to help him
cover sports.
Our columnists, almost without exception, have become
well-known personalities in the
mass media world. "The Mummery" by Jabez foretold the
popularity humorist Eric Nicol
has since won right across the
country. Lister Sinclair's "Pearl
Castings" were often as highbrow then as are many of his
present - day TV productions.
Radio executive Dorwin Baird,
an old grad even in those days,
contributed regularly under the
title "After Some Time"; as did
newi-grad Pierre Berton, beginning a career "On the Outside"
which has led to both fame and
fortune. Vancouver newspaperman Lionel Salt lived up to his
name with his savoury "Gatepost," prompting more irate
letters to the editor than any
of the others.
Ubyssey Editor
"Fly away, Sheedy", said J. Paul's* tweetie,
"Your hair's too seedy for me".
theedy was sitting on his girl's front perch. "My love for you", said he.
"is plain as the nose on my face. Toucan live as cheeply as one, so .
"Stop", she cried. "Ill never be yours till you do something about that
nessy hair" So Sheedy hopped down to the store and
jecked up some Wildroot Cream-Oil. Now his tweetie
s happy because his hair always looks handsome and
lealthy without a trace of grease. Nest time you're at
he store get a bottle or tube of Wildroot Cream-Oil.
it's guaranteed to make your hair look good to other
'of131 So. Harris Hill Rd., Williamsville, N. Y.
Wildroot Cream-Oil makes you
feel good about your hair!
hing about that
Anti- Greek
By   Maurice   DesBrasay
In 1928-29 the Ubyssey conducted a campaign against
Thoughts, thirty years later
. . . was this campaign successful? Evidently not,—fraternities
still flourish on the campus.
In retrospect, was it worthwhile? Definitely not. The time,
work, and energy involved,
along with the antagonisms engendered in battling windmills
were wasted. In a world where
special privilege, social rifts, and
blind loyalties flourish, the
fraternity is an excellent kindergarten.
The fraternity brothers and 99
per cent of his fellow students
will graduate into service clubs,
lodges, churches, trade unions,
business firms, professional
societies, ,political parties
governments, nations, Nato, the
Bagdad Pact, the Warsaw Pact,
the United Nations ...
Here the unthinking loyalty,
limited viewpoint, and passive
acceptance of the fraternity will
stand him in good stead. Seldom
will he think an individual
thought, question a belief learned in the play-pen, or set his
course by what is good rather
than by what is good for his
The campaign of 1928-29 was
futile. To have asked a university student to run counter to
the social tenets of his forefathers since they emerged from
the mud was pleading with a
boy to do a superhuman job.
Not school-boy fraternities that
should have been dissolved—but
a whole new set of social values
disassociated from wealth, and
class and privilege should have
been  evolved.
Someone Thinks
We Have Changed
By  Dorwin  Baird
The last thing in the world
I wanted to say in this article
is that "things have changed"
out at the good old Pub Board.
However, overwhelming evidence is that the passage of the
years does have some effect. The
other day I tried to get the
editor of this special edition on
the telephone. The first three
times I called there was nobody
in the Pub.
Imagine—-nobody in the Pub!
No Eric Nicol dreaming of
France. No Norm DePoe decorating the walls with charcoal
murals. No Zoe Browne-Clayton or Nancy Miles playing
How in heavens name can
they run the place with nobody
Then—when I finally found a
person actually prepared to
answer the telephone, I was informed that the editor Was at
A second tradition gone. Pubsters attending lectures. Probably getting scholarships too, and
having their fees paid for by Mr.
Where are the budding newsmen we knew only yesterday?
Come to think of it, where are
the newspapers we knew only
yesterday? What with mergers
*nd so forth killing off thf
papers, perhaps the Pubster of
1959 is reduced to attending lectures so that'he may qualify for
a job as a CBC TV producer,
where a knowledge of practical
affairs is of no value—unless
you are attached to the Montreal
This line of thought' of course
is brought about because we
Pubsters of the late Thirties
were .a pretty care-free lot. The
Depression was still around, and
only Engineers were getting
jobs anyway. There was, however, a better, than average
chance of getting employment
on the Vancouver newspapers
and the percentage of Pubsters
graduating into employment
probably    compared    favorably
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We didn't go to too many lectures. Classrooms were overcrowded anyway, with about
2200 students enrolled. We did
manage to pass our exams, but
the scholars amongst us were
few. A great deal of effort went
into non-credit courses, such as
beer-drinking—and in many
ways these have paid off in
later life.
I left just as the Ubyssey was
about to move into fancy new
quarters in the Brock, so am
stuck with the memories of the
inadequate but comfortable room
in the Auditorium Building, from
which we signalled Spring each
year by jumping out of the window in full view of the officials
across the way in Administration.
For all that, the files will show
that the paper didn't suffer too
much. It is an established fact
that a degree of insanity in the
editorial staff is required for any
good newspaper—which is probably why our dailies have declined so much in recent years.
The 1959 editor asked me to
recall some of the campaigns of
those years. Frankly, I've forgotten them. I do remember that
a small group of us went to Victoria about the overcrowding,
with much the same results that
accompany delegations to that
same city these days.
Perhaps our major contribution was the Brock Memorial
campaign, which the Ubyssey
handled with force and effect.
The Brocks had just died, and
their loss was deeply felt on the
campus. We were determined
that a suitable memorial should
be erected. The fire in the Brock
a few years back brought the
whole story to life again in my
own mind.
Twenty years serves to erase
details, so that the over-all impression gained from looking
back is that the years on the Pub
were good ones, that some of
us learned a tremendous amount
that has since been of great
value, that an active and somewhat troublesome student newspaper is a good thing for any
university, and that we hope our
own children have the same kind
of enjoyment out of student
activities at U.B.C, without telling us too many of the details!
At the age of 40 The Ubyssey
can join the rest of us in middle
age. Let the staff take heed
though that this is the age when
fat appears, when the* blood
stream gets sluggish and vision
These symptoms can be overcome and even avoided by the
annual tranfusion of fresh outlook that is part and parcel of
the Ubyssey's history. Don't
turn to us oldsters for inspiring
words on this anniversary . . .
instead, look downwards to your
kid brother, and make sure you
hand over to them a paper as
fresh and vital as it was in the
beginning. Friday, February 27, 1959
In Early  Twenties
Saw Point
Before Pub
1928 Editor
In our Freshman year we
helped the Government "see the
Point," and my most vivid memories are not of the Pub, but
of the Trek, and the Campaign,
and of elbowing my way the
length of a steamy rush-hour
street car to emerge with a
petition replete with signatures.
It was not until the Fall of
1923 that I recall contributing
anything to the Ubyssey, and I
think Earle Birney and Ball
Murphy became cub reporters
at that time too;
Earle first drew my notice in
English 2 when Freddie Wood
read out one;:,# his th^iries, »i
perceptive ^Sfe apiece irisptret£
by an audience at a Heifetz: recital. Bill 1 rem^Bibet; encountering on theippposite side =pf a
hot debate in one of Mr.;>-£o>
ward's Canadian History- discussion groups held in St.
George's Church, into which the
University frequently overflowed.
Lloyd Wheeler (now head of
the English Department at Manitoba) was top man, and Earle,
Bill and I worked our way up
the masthead under him, and
later. under Tommy Brown (at
present a British Columbia
judge) until in September of
1925, when we finally occupied
the Promised Land, Earle was
Editor-in-chief, Bill fathered the
Friday issue, and I produced
the Tuesday issue.
Two papers a week was the
great stride toward newspaper
maturity decided upon by Earle
when we abandoned the old
Pub hovel in the depths of the
Fairview shacks to expand into
drive the
smart new
Vl    J7 at
10th and Alma
Premier Bennett did not attend
university in the Twenties. In
fact  .  .  .
the bright splendour of the
northeast corner of the Auditorium; building.
Settling in and adjusting to
Point Grey provided ample editorial ammunition, and the
Ubyssey launched a two-pronged
attack each week on the many
restrictions placed upon free
student enjoyment of cafeteria
(the name "Grill" never did
stick), campus and library. Objection was taken to the exorbitant cafeteria prices. In Fair-
view; we got a good lunch for
25c; here wje had to pay almost
In an open letter to the Librarian we demanded no further
delay in granting stack privileges to honour students. Then
one day, following up a printed
assault spearheaded by Marion
Smith (Ball), we stormed
through the forbidden main
dqor \ of the Library in a fine
gesture of protest, our indignation clothed in the dignity of
our gowns.
Later in the term Council's
secret vigilant committee to
maintain discipline, and the introduction of American football
at UBC roused Earle, Ted Morrison, Dave Warden and Don
Calvert to eloquent editorial
pugnacity, and Bill (now Brig.
General W. C. Murphy) closed
the year wjth a violent front
page tirade against the "beating of the tom-tom" on Campus,
and enforced military training
for University men.
We thrived upon contentious
issues, and when there were
none we created them by planting letters in the Correspondence Column. These we cooked
up as we sat around at the
printer's, writing heads and eating pie brought in by Eric Dunn
or one of the "muck" (feature)
editors, or whoever happened to
have some money. Then like as
not, when the paper had been
put to bed, we would dash over
in a body to the gods of the
old Lyric (Cinema International)
to see one of the many good
plays that found their Way here
in the twenties. Darcy Marsh
always brought his field glasses
and we took turns peering
down at Julia Arthur in "Saint
John" or at Lady Martin-Harvey
portraying an enormous Ophelia
who shrank eventually into a
tiny coffin. It was all great fun,
and the stuff of abundant memories.
Big Time Editor Started
Here In Birney Era
I first went to work on the
Ubyssey in the fall of 1925
(Eheu! fugaces . . .) under the
lash of Earle Birney, who was
then editor-in-chief.
Earle belonged to the slashing, crusading school of journalism —■ he was in the tradition of, say, Oswald Garrison
Villard — but he also had a
fancy for sunning himself upon
the slopes of Helicon, and then
he would coo in the gentle accents of the late Sir John Squire.
To give scope to both his manners, he ordered at once that the
paper should publish twice a
week instead of once.
This bold step doubled the
staff, and I caught a lowly place
on the third page, Which Was
then abandoned tp that peculiarly repellent brand of humour
that only undergraduates -can
recognize, They salute it with
unabashed braying that they intend for genteel and discriminating laughter.
The man who guided me
through these cellars and underground passages of journalism
was Eric Dunn, whose bright
elfin wit now plays, alas, no
more upon the scene.
One of the senior editors that
year was Bill Murphy. His restless spirit and combative mind
enlivened many an editorial in
those days, and together they
bring him before us now as
Brigadier William Cameron
Murphy, with honours and distinctions doughtily won at the
two shrines (not, in some ways,
utterly dissimilar) of Minerva
and of Themis; for he is also a
leading member of the British
Columbia bar.
The other senior editor was
Sadie Boyles, whose Irish good
humjour and diplomacy had
often to be a guffer between
the quick-flaring personalities of
her colleague (also somewhat
Irish) and the .editor-in-chief.
Sadie went on to serve the
goddess Minerva in the aspects
of learning and wisdom. She is
today an associate professor in
the College of Education.
All these people taught me
more  about  journalism  than  I
had wit to remember or apply	
but teachers must ever resign
themselves to reaping less than
they sow.
I took over the post of editor-
in-chief next year hardly qualified to continue the Gatling-gun
typing of Birney in the heat of
composition, or the quill-brandishing of Murphy, or the sweet
reasonableness of Boyles.
However, two stout senior
editors came to my rescue, and
between them, they looked after
the editorial page. One was Don
Calvert, a trenchant wit, who
now practises law in Niagara
The other was Dave Warden,
a brilliant classics man, who
wrote the solidest sense the
Ubyssey displayed that year.
His death in a mountaineering
accident at the end of the term
It will not even allow me to
name all the happy spirits that
spent the hours so; but I may
say that of them all, I remember
only two — Darcy Marsh and
Mamie Maloney — that contin
ued in journalism.
And nowi the mark of 30
comes 'most strict in his arrest'
when most I want to run on.
was a sad loss to us all, and I
know the world is the poorer
for his untimely passing.
Space will not allow me to
give rein to recollection of the
happy hours on the ■ Ubyssey
when we indulged in (the ; immemorial undergraduate pas-
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Friday, February 27, 1959
On A  Bus, Taking A Bath
(Ubyssey Feature Editor, 1955-56)
One interesting (and noticeable) feature of London is that
probably every third Londoner one meets on the street, on
buses, in the underground seldom, if ever, takes a bath.
Fortunately enough this does not include me, for I distinctly recall' having one two weeks ago. It was on a Sunday—
T remember the day vividly — when I tried to snap an unusu-
aHy-angled photograph of Westminster Bridge and plopped
instead, too abruptly for my liking, into the Thames.
ot everyone in London, however, is lucky enough to fall
into the Thames or to own his
awfrt bathtub. According to London County Council statistics it
is estimated that of the 1,300,-
000 people who live in London's
"^Stt.OOO bathless homes, only an
a'ppKHEima'tely 9®,000 use the
Lptribiic bath housea.
This leaves about 1,200,000
people, more than one-third the
metropolitan population, -who,
like Bathless Ctawgginsv are not
too keen on washing themselves.
The every third Londoner
notwithstanding, one is quite
likely to get the impression that
the English are a clean lot, for
the city has numerous public
bathing houses hidden far below
the streets where, for as little
as 14 pennies, one may wallow
in gallons of steaming hot water.
Or, for five times that price,
one could lose one's London
grime (if the grime is distinctive
for anything, it is for its thickness) in one of the many Turkish
baths scattered throughout the
Finally, there is, for the elite
and the brave, a Finnish
"sauna" (which also offers swim:
m/ng lessons).
"In Finland," the stately Manchester Guardian: reports, "a
sauna is so highly regarded that
a family builds the sauna first,
and then, if money and materials last, a house to go with it"
The real Finnish sauna is
usually a wooden building and
the steam is produced by pouring water over hot stones.
The Finns, or the more sturdy
ones, art least, beat themselves
or each other with birch twigs
and then rush madly outside to
hurl themselves into the snow
or an icy lake.
Rolling naked in the snow in
London (or in Manchester, for
that matter, where the second
English sauna has been installed) is, as the Guardian reminds trs, largely discouraged by
the authorities; and there is no
silliness about getting smoke in
one's eyes in the English sauna.
One still disrobes, as do the
Finns, to get steam-cleaned. But
here you deposit your body (excluding the head) in a small,
electrically-heated cabinet
Where it is subjected to a thorough steaming.        ■
Of course, the more literally
minded Finns argue that the
English sauna is not a "real"
Finish sauna, but then, the
English never said it was.
London boasts of other paradoxes besides the fact that there
are almost as many different
ways of getting clean as there
are dirty people.
In January, for instance, there
Was more than eight times the
average pollution in the air; the
concentration of smoke exceeded,   even,   the   peak  figure   in
London's 1952 blackout, and the   duced   several   editions    of j
concentration «f sulphure dioxide  in   the   air  was   over   six
times the January average "and
again considerably higher than
the 1952 peak.
No wonder people get dirty
(and thank heavens for the
Thames!). Nevertheless, the
weather man reports without
even a hint of there being anything wrong with him or with
London, that January was also
the sunniest January since 1956.
Apparently the English accept this strange marriage of
dense smog with sunshine as an
accepted state of affairs which
has been graciously handed
down either by God, the Crown,
or "British Tradition", which
ever way one wants to look at
it, for they never question the
"Yes, it is a bit thick," they
might murmur as they muffle
themselves up in their woollen
scarves. But that is about as far
as you can get an Englishman
to commit himself.
It was amid all these pleasant
distractions that I received from
a friend a copy of the latest
Raven, which, in turn, became
the excuse for this article.
It was an interesting, even if
a somewnat untidy and loosely
arranged edition.
How different, though, it is
from our original conception of
Raven when Gerry (Jeremy
J.F.) Brown and I talked about
it far into the night five years
ago and constructed plans for
a "provocative and politically
conscious journal of university
Our philosophy was then (and
mine still is) that what the university needed was not just another mediocre literary journal
but a "journal of opinion" which
included literary wbrks.
We visualized essays on world
affairs by history majors and
discussions of politics and of the
arts as well as the usual short
stories, poems, and "articles."
Brown decided to work for a
living rather than return to UBC
in September 1955, so the
emerging Raven lost his assistance. By then, however, Doug
Howie and Sandy Manson had
joined the staff, and soon after
Gretyl Fischer and Maurice
Manson disappeared (he also,
it turned out later, had decided to work for a living) but
the remaining four of us toiled
all summer long, in 1955, to j
produce our first, and perhaps
the most elegant of all Ravens.
We defiantly asserted then
that Numiber 1 was not the last
Raven, for more editions would
certainly appear. Two more appeared that year and the magazine has, in one shape or other,
lasted five years.
Nevertheless, the first year
v/as not without its struggles.
The editorial board was riddled
with dissension, Gibbons produced several editions of
"Pique," a humour magazine
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noon, UBC students are likely to
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Ubyssey Tradition
A Word Of Wisdom
From He Who Made It
Editor-in-chief, 1931-32
In the many thousands of
words that have hailed, wailed,
praised or pummelled the policies and history of the Ubyssey
little has been written of two
key men who helped change
this mirror of campus activity
from a semi-literary chronicle
to the semblance of a modern
They were Maurice Desbrisay
and Rod Pilkington and their
era was the late twenties.
Desbrisay, a husky man with
a FDR smile and a grim determination to bring practicality
to a somewhat effete product
ventured into the then awesome
headquarters of the town newspapers and wrung from their
leaders a job.
He was the cubbiest of cubs
at the time but he learned the
jargon, the practises and the
styles of news writing. All of
these he would bring back, in
the manner of a panting, friendly labrador, and deposit them
before his sub editors.
Gradually they became a part
of the Ubyssey pattern. Literary
and country weekly writing
faded. The assignment book,
beats, interviews, pictures, all
the paraphernalia of the dailies
came into being and, I presume,
are still bringing hot university
news to students who still avidly
seize on this product as a bonus
source of lunch-wrapping material.
While Desbrisay brought
reality to the Ubyssey, it was
Pilkington who combined the
techniques of newspapering with
a form of pamphleteering.
He developed the city methods but at the same time pushed
what was called, appropriately
enough, the Muck Page in which
events and personalities were
held up to the cruel but revealing light of satire.
It was there that the foibles j
of professors and the ascininities
of pomipous student councillors
were   given   full  and   deserved
Pilkington was a patient
teacher, as were most of his
predecessors, and it was at one
of his bony knees that I learned
my first journalistic precepts.
Others w h o trailed in the
wake of his flying gown were
Dr. Malcolm MacGregor, now
head of the department of classics; Stuart Keate, now a publisher; Malcolm Pretty, now an
advertising executive; Nicholas
and Frances Mussalem, the
former now a prominent lawyer;
Edgar Brown, a highly placed
government official; Ron Grantham, now an Ottawa editor and
dozens of others, who will curse
me roundly as soon as they see
that their names are not listed.
All were eager learners and
Pilkington managed to endow
the newspaper business with
such a golden aura that some,
as did I, continued to pursue
this muse (could it be named
Shrdlu Etaoin?) up to this moment.
As for Pilkington himself, he
remained as brilliant in his post-
university life as he did while
guiding the Ubyssey. The moment he left he abandoned journalism and undertook the study
of law. I understand he is now
living happily ever after.
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By Slu Keate
Ubyssey Editor-in-Chief
One thing I remember distinctly about my first Ubyssey story
—it was nearly my last.
I had been assigned to write an
"advance" for the Frosh Reception of 1931 with the injunction
that tickets weren't selling too
well and it would be my simple
duty to lash the student body
into a frenzy of anitcipation with
my purple prose.
By the time I finished this
confection I was so enthused
that I very nearly went to the
party myself. With leering verbs
and titillating participles I managed to suggest that this was to
be an orgy.
With a journalistic eye-wink
I managed to convey that bedizened houris would dance to
music provided—though this was
implied, and not stated—by the
reigning band of the hour, Gus
Arnheim and his Coconut Grove
The fable went on, and on,
and on, for almost a full column.
The food was to be supplied by
a Chef trained by Escoffier.
Decorations were in the hands
of Cecil Beaton. Favors were
from Van Cleef and Arpels.
When this yarn was prominently displayed on page 1 the
editor, one Roderick Pilkington,
was sick. No sooner had the
Ubyssey arrived from the presses
in Kerrisdale than he called an
extraordinary meeting of the
Pub staff.
"This," he cried, waving the
noxious piece aloft, "is a perfect
example of how NOT to write
a newspaper story." For half
an hour he lectured, while I
stood, quietly bleeding to death,
in a corner.
Brevity, said Pilkington: that
was the  thing.
And how right he was I
thought years later, when I sat
down in a lofty eyrie in Rocker-
feller Center and struggled to
reduce a correspondent's 5,000
words to 500, for Time magazine.
Memory can play tricks and
since the following recollections
of the Pub in 1931-32 are written entirely from memory, editors or others with access to the
record will have to be tolerant
of minor inaccuracies.
Himie Koshevoy was slated to
be Editor-in-Chief of the Ubyssey that year and when he had
to withdraw from college for
personal reasons the writer was
drafted to fill the vacancy.
Key staff members were: St.
John Madeley as News Manager,
Frances Lusas and Mairi Dingwall as Senior Editors and Nor-
rrtan Hacking and Day Washington as Associates.
Gtordie Root handled sport,
Tom How appeased shrdlu
etaoin with the Muck page and
Wes Tavender produced the cartoons. A few graduate students
contributed either to the paper
or to Pub atmosphere and there
were, of course, many more who
did a great deal of work.
Accommodation was limited
to the single office on the north
side of the Auditorium and here
would gather daily a dozen or
so personalities drawn from
those mentioned above. These
would perform essential editorial duties and, what was of
njuch greater importance to
themselves, attempt to settle
verbally the affairs of the world,
the nation and the campus.
The bi-weekly Ubyssey of
1932 was printed at the Point
Grey News Gazette in Kerrisdale. Each Monday and Thursday night the faithful few would
repair thither to read proof,
alter headlines, concoct fillers
and usually to Wait for infrequent street cars to take them
home long after midnight.
Editors of that era interpreted
their role as-something similar
to a political opposition. Independence and freedom to criticise were inalienable rights
zaleously guarded. Targets for
editorial criticism were mainly
Students' Council, the Officers'
Training Corps, Greek Letter
societies and sometimes the
Faculty and Administration of
the University.
On one occasion this free
swinging editorial activity resulted in suspension of publication though just who imposed
the ban and for what, I cannot
now recall. One or two issues |
were missed, someone hung a
dirty towel on the Pub door to
represent crepe and the University of Manitoba wired flowers
for the demise of freedom of the
Cardinal event of the 1931-32
year was the student campaign
against the government grant
cut. During the canvass for signatures to the petition the Ubyssey
provided special coverage which
was to be published in an Ex
edition for which the Public
Committee agreed to pay.
Reporters covered the c
wide progress of canvassers v
worked throughout the day i
snowstorm, and by eight o'ch
the staff was at the printers m
ing up the single sheet wh
was to spread the good tidir
Tavender had drawn a (
toon depicting a figure labe
'Powers that Be' riding a 'Gr
Cut toboggan down a steep h
Squarely in the path of the
boggan was a sturdy tree ma
ed 'Student Petition.'
Exactly where and when
caption for the cartoon origi
ted was never definitely del
mined but as the sheet came
the press the caption re
"Maybe he'll break a rib." V
couyer papers that evening c
ried a story that Hanoura
Joshua Hinchcliffe, Minister
Education, in a fall that afl
noon had suffered a fractui
Initial distribution of
Extra was to be at the Sciei
Ball taking place at the Cc
modore that evening. F i r
copies were barely on the tab
when I was called over to whi
Dean Brock, acting president
the University, Ken Martin, P
licity Committee chairman s
Earl Vance president of Al
Mater were studying the carto
They felt it was in bad ta;
would do the cause of the U
versity harm and asked that '
paper be suppressed.
This conflicted with The Ub
sey tradition of independen
However, the reasoning that ■
Publicity Committee was pay:
for the issue and was theref
entitled to stop publication, p
vailed. Distribution was stopt
and arrangements made to h<
the papers at the printers. I
to an error one bundle did re;
the campus next morning wh.
the few copies acquired
students became museum piec
The cartoon with altered c
tion appeared in the next re
lar edition of the Ubyssey.
After considerable soul sear
ing, a telegram was despatcl
to Mr. Hinchliffe who repl
he was confident that no offei
was intended and thus the rat]
sad story of one of the very f
extras in Ubyssey history.
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1956 session, he jumped uf
in  the  middle   of  the   CO
speaker's address, ran to the
front   of  the  room  and  an
nounced:   "Colonel    Nassei
is here to speak."
In walked white coated li
Rhodes Scholar Wayne Hubt
then a member  of the Play
The CCF member, Bill M
chak^ through tears of laught
ordered MacFarlan remo\
from the House.
Jim MacFarlan has receh
the Honorary Activities Awa
the UCC award and is a meml
of the men's honorary fraterni
Jim MacFarlan is presidi
of the LLP 'Communist" CI i-y, February 27, 1959
Set  In  Thirties
Yes It Was Twenty Years
Ago-Records Don't Lie
Friendly Man
By Dorthy Gordon
I think the Publication Board
was very different when I was
editor twenty years ago. As
young journalists we fanatically
practised the cult of Bohemian-
ism. The old office . . . the
last year in the Auditorium
building . . . was a carefully
preserved higgly piggly of battered tables, wonky typewriters,
broken chairs, leftover lunchs
and dirty coffee cups. Only a
diligent janitor deprived us of
the ultimate touch . . . mice. The
four drab walls had been widened into cartoon scenes of Mont-
marte and The Left Bank by
Norman De Poe, the high priest
of la vie artistique.
Most of the staff contrived
mightily to cover their fresh
youth with blase ennui. The
greyed look we lost to the soapsuds at home we repaired with
carbon paper and typewriter ribbon daily, Dissipation was a
little harder to effect at nineteen.
However we managed to fool a
naive fraction of the campus.
The Pub Board Ball was
"known" yearly as a "debauch "
I attended five of these parties at
which the journalists stared in
plain dismay while non-staff
guests acted like they thought
they were supposed to.
I won't plead that virtue was
the reason. We couldn't afford
any   other    course.    We    could
Light Veil Of Legend
Softly Descends On Miles
artling thought! Is it pos-
a light veil of legend has
;nded on me? An invita-
from your editor to a hap-
obscure graduate of twen-
ree years ago for a 40th
versary missive can't have
out to all of us medium-
re mid-1930'ers.
lat era was well into the
t Grey location days and
big legend then was the
Jreat Trek days. Only per-
ant buildings then, I think,
;- the library and the
ice building.
ie others were the stucco
tnistration building, arts,
:ulture, applied science
forestry buildings which
designated temporary but
itill there.
) Brock Hall, not even the
one,   just   a   temporary
down   that   way,   and   a
t open space between the
ice  building  and  the   Cat
Parrot    which    probably
there  any more, but ad-
;d the small  general post
e   for   the   scattering   of
ersity    Endowment    land
y own personal head-
ters then were The Pub,
Ubyssey office in the
2d College end of the ad-
stration building which
housed the auditorium,
trar, health office, book
, and I think the ROTC.
TC people on their army
were the tycoons of the
)us in those days.)
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The pub was a single room,
large and orderly when I began reporting there. Our immediate past legends in those days
were Rod Pilkington who got
involved in a rather spectacular rebellion, Himey Koshevoy
and Nick Musallem of the
astonishing wit, Arthur (alternatively Gus) Madeley and
Mamie Maloney.
We had three typewriters—
one known as Elsie, a three-
legged L. C. Smith which was
a last resort.
We had a frantic mad spell
about 1934 or 35 which must
surely have been release of depression inhibitions.
The great D. C. Macdonald,
(now roughly air vice-marshal)
invented a box-hockey game
where cups, saucers and plates
served as the myriad of simultaneous pucks,. every player
was on his own and the steel
radiators were the goals.
Stu Keate—his predecessor
as sports editor was particularly apt at it. Eventually chairs
got thrown into the deal. Then
Norman Hacking, who was
editor, called an abrupt halt
to it.
This was succeeded by murals on the two non-window
Chief artists were Norman
De Poe who practically owns
the CBC now, Jimmy Bever-
idge whose special property is
the Canadian Film Board, Kenny Grant who is practically
admiral of the Canadian Fleet,
and Lloyd Hobden.
I feel sure their murals of
invented animals had something to do with the evolution
of Pogo. Their masterpiece was
as perishable as the rest of
their work, a portrait on a
window blind of St. Nancy
Ascending to Heaven, which
she did in the briskest fashion
when the string on the blind
was pulled.
There was the perpetually
mysterious advertising manager, Reg Price, who, a few years
later as a Vancouver taxi driver
vanished forever, for 20 years
an unsolved mystery.
There were literary lights
abolt to incandesce—Arthur
Mayse and John Cornish, there
was Zoe Brown-Clayton and
Margaret Ecker destined to enrich Canadian journalism. Is
that how legends are made?
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Puff after puff
of smooth
mild smoking
The choice of sportsmen everywhere
make ten cents worth of beer
last three hours in the Georgia
Tavern hearing about LIFE
from the one who had actually
lived in Greenwich Village and
whose relative was a real name
author. We had to. Ten cents
was all we had.
Sometimes we had to pool
resources for the Spring Festival. The first warm day after
the thick bock beer went on
sale, everyone jumped out the
window as soon as deadline was
past and drove downtown to
salute Bacchus.
Ours was the dedicated life
. . . the search for the real meaning ... it was ours to interpret
truth for a soul hungry humanity ... we prayed for a
CAUSE. The villians we downed
were usually windmills and the
two important causes that year,
we muffed. The political columnist rose to defend a student
"downtrodden by faculty"! He
took a closer look at the facts
and learned that sincere apology
is the path to mercy from the
rightfully indignat.
I knew the history of every
editor who had been martyred by
a criticized administration . . .
but in this case we were so
There was a strong smell of
embezzlement that spring.
Those who knew the facts declined to smear a rising young
man whether innocent or guilty.
I let myself be persuaded not to
smoke it out and I still wonder
which was the right course.
At least half the men went on
to journalistic careers editors,
reporters, film documentary,
advertising, radio and television
production, public relations.
Seven or eight are lawyers, one
is an M. L. A., one chief librarian for UNESCO in Paris, a
professor a naval captain,
Rhodes Scholar. Of the dozen
women navigating the stormy
rockbound coast of intelligent
motherhood, three are smart
enough to write and publish
regularly. I have lost track of a
few. John Cornish publishes
prize novels. Humorist Eric
Nicol published in the Ubyssey
the first time in 1938. He was so
shy he had a secret depository
for his copy. What I heard from
him recently makes Physchol-
ogy I's analysis of shyness more
This special 40th Anniversary Edition has been
produced by present staff
members   of  the   Ubyssey.
Ex-staffers planing to attend the Re-union party are
asked to contact the Editor
Professionclly Laundered
3 for 59 S3
C^/.U.     U ■!
He says he does it by Steady Saving
at the Bank of Montreal*
*The Bank where Students' accounts are warmly welcomed.
Your Campus Branch in the Administration Building
Friday, February 27, 1959
By Norman Hacking
Editor 1933-34
So it was 25 years ago I was
editor of The Ubyssey.
I don't believe it, but if the
records say it was 1933-34, the
records must be right.
Those were the hard time,
. . . the hungry thirties. No
jobs, and • little money, but we
had our moments.
U.B.C. boasted about 1500
students in those days, and we
thought we were big time in the
academic ' league. And so we
were. U.B.C. academic standards
were high, and we were proud
of the fact.
We were rather a family affair on the campus in those days,
for everyone knew practically
everyone ' else. We may have
been companions in adversity,
but we were good companions,
all 1500 of us.
The Special Editions Editor
writes that she is particularly
interested ■ in hearing about incidents of - students drinking on
campus, and also the Arts versus Engineers' riots.
Perhaps: my memory is slipping, but the only student drinking on campus that I can recall
was a surreptitious 'rum and
coke' on the parking lot.
Most of us were too poor for
steady drinking. An occasional
glass of beer on a Saturday night
in the Georgia tavern was all
we could afford, although I recall the lamentable affair of a
young lady 'Pubster' who drank
the best part of a bottle of sloe
gin, under the impression it was
medicinal prune juice.
Perhaps the Special Editions
Editor was led astray by some
of the old issues of the Ubyssey.
I remember we ran a highly
colored and improbable, series
of stories, in which chemistry
students were accused of distilling vast quantities of raw spirits
in their labs, and honor students
were accused of indescribable
drunken orgies in, the library
And as for the Arts versus
Engineers riots, all I can recall is a few mild scuffles on the
greensward, with one or two
characters being debagged and
joyously dunked in the lilly
There was no traffic problem
and no parking problem in the
hungry thirties. Few of us could
afford cars, although I remember the pride with which the
late Max Stewart arrived in a
1925 Star, for which he had paid
There was something wrong
with the steering gear and it
could only be driven along
University Boulevard by tacking from side to side, like a
squar rigged: ship.
If we had little money, at
least a nickel went a long way.
We could buy a full course meal
in the 'Caf for 25 cents, and
room with full board in the
University area averaged $25 a
Summer jobs were rare and
ill-paying. A couple of my friends
went peddling magazine subscriptions in the Interior, and
were stranded at Manyberries,
Alberta, when their ancient Ford
gave up the ghost.
I worked for the Sun newspaper that summer, and was
rich at $15 a week. I sent them
$10 so they could come home.
Those were the days when the
Publications Board had a reputation for uproarious and immoral behaviour, just because
we were untidy, and covered the
walls of the Pub with deplorable
murals. We also went in for
table-tapping, which had little
effect on our morals.
In the early 30's we didn't
worry much about significant
social problems. Political clubs
on the campus were anaemic affairs, and even the ubiquitous
Tim Buck was treated with respectful attention, and so was an
extremely unpleasant visiting
Italian prince, who tried to convert us to Fascism.
Not until the later 1930's as
the depression grew blacker, did
social conscience develop. The
Radical Club thrived and we all
became bitter partisans in the
Spanish Civil War.
The University realy felt the
economic pinch, when the provincial government reduced our
grant by $50,000. Joshua Hinch-
liffe, the education minister, and
Jimmy Jones, the finance minister, were the villians of the
That paltry $50,000 was a
really sizeable chunk of cash in
those days.
Several professors were dismissed, and all had to take
salary cuts. The Aggie faculty
took the worst beating. Prize
herds of cattle had to be sold
and departments cut to the bone.
The student body organized a
huge petition to the people of
B.C., asking for the return of
$50,000. Stu Keate, now publisher of the Victoria Times, was
one of the organizers of this
I was given a section of Lynn
Valley ot canvass one wet Saturday morning.
It was then that I really learned the significance of the depression. Lynn Valley is now
one of our most prosperous
suburbs, but in the early 1930's,
poverty there was almost universal.
As I went from door to door
I found children without shoes,
tar-paper shacks without heat,
desperate grinding poverty and
unemployment in every home.
Everybody   in   Lynn   Valley
signed by petition to help save
the University. The had nothing
to lose but their hunger. It was
only such prosperous areas as
Shaughnessy and Kerrisdale that
people refused to sign in droves.
It gave me a new respect for the
All that was 25 years ago, but
I still don't believe it. There
must be something wrong with
the calendar.
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A  Very  Sporty   Letter
To  Great  White  Hunter
Dear Lee:
Remember the day we bombed the campus?
It was February 21, 1940. We
took part in a stunt to publicize
the UBC - Air Force hockey
game. We got the publicity, all
right — and nearly got killed
in the bargain.
I wouldn't be writing this
letter if I hadn't cut my Psych
7 class that morning. You found
me caressing a coke in the Caf
and asked me to drive you to
Jericho. There I learned that
we were going flying in a gigantic seaplane—a Stranraer bomber.
Thirteen of us went for the
ride — including Stu Keate,
representing the Province. As
we climbed out of a boat into
the plane, one of the crew said:
"If anybody can loop this thing,
Maudsley will do it. He's insane!"
Ajnd I think he was. We
leveled off at 3000 feet over
Point Grey. On our left the
University district was laid out
like a model village in a high
school exhibit. It was beautiful.
Then — all was chaos. Suddenly the toy village started to
spin crazily upward. We were
rushing to certain destruction
straight towards the side of a
hill  that had the Library,  Bus
Stand, and Mall clinging to its
side. The two engines became
screaming devils . . . death
howled derisively at us from
the wing struts.
We waited for the crash. This
was the end.
Maybe Maudsley was a maniac, but give the guy credit. He
sure was a fly-boy. Within
seconds everything had returned
to normal. Earth and sky were
back in place. And below us,
floating lazily down in the noonday sun, were hundreds of leaflets advertisig the hockey game.
We bombed the campus again
. . . and again. We were getting
used to it. It was fun. Diurkin
and Straight were becoming air
crew veterans. Bring on Hitler!
Where's that Luftwaffe!
And then it happened. Maudsley dived one big ship just once
too often. As he pulled out of
the dive—about 100 feet above
the Library — the port engine
back-fired, spluttered, and quit.
There we were — hanging
on one engine, and far too close
to earth for comfort. But we
made it. We headed for the
water, losing altitude all the
way. And I still think we
brushed the tree tops as we
cleared the campus and glided
to a normal landing just off
Point Grey.
Wonder what ever became of
Maudsley? He was 55 years old
then — so he's probably in some
special part of Heaven they re-
Actual Films shot in Germany of the rise of the
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Wednesday, March 4th —
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serve for wild men that try to
stunt two-ton bombers.
Maybe there's a special section for us up there, too. We
were nuts to go along that day.
But I wouldn't have missed it
—and I'd do it again. It was
the top spot in my campus reporting career.
HoW about you, Lee. Do you
That Paid
Ubyssey Colomnist, 1947-1949
What ho, you parboiled little
Your ancient Uncle Was being
assisted by his chauffeur into
his verdigris - coloured Pierce
Arrow the other morning, when
up comes old Postie, grinning
his toothless grin, tugging his
forelock like mad and hands
him a letter.
It is an invitation from the
miuck-raking Anniversary Editor
to "tell the truth (o, who can
resist that call?) about a rumoured invitation "you inserted
asking women interested in
Machiavellian intrigue to meet
you" and adding: "this issue
would be a good place to set
these rumours at rest."
Well, sure, sister.
But it wasn't no rumour. It
were a fact.
The advertisement actually
read: "Wanted: Machiavellian-
minded female to assist intrigue." It cost $1.75. The Vancouver Province (a real gamy
publication, back in 1947)
popped the fee into the canvas
sack that served as a cash register those days, and ran the ad.
It appeared in the Personals
The words: "Matrimony if
suited" did not appear in that
advertisement. Up to that time,
no one considered it necessary
to require an advertiser to include that giggly and hypocritical little phrase.
But your did Uncle wanders.
His old pal R.S. ("Buttermouth")
Alexander, then just a bum, but
now Canada's foremost portrait
painter, put up fifty cents toward the ad; and I, the scion
of a multimillionaire bathroom
fixture manufacturer, put up
the balance.
Then Buttermouth and I sat
back and waited.
Thirty-two replies in incarnadined envelopes, we got; some
of um smellin' real purty and
all of um jist bustin' to get on
with the intriguin'.
Well, sir, old Buttermouth and
I had a real Christmas that
year. When you're recruiting
intriguers, you have to sniff the
envelopes; and as nearly as we
can recall, Evening in Paris led
all the rest. On letter smelled
of Indiscret; but we didn't hold
that against the lady, not at all.
Your Uncle is getting on and
a bit doddery, but he recalls
one letter. It read, simply, succinctly and starkly: "I'm your
women," That, plus the phone
number, was all. I forget what
perfume wafted from that envelope. I think it was gun oil.
We met Your Woman later.
She turned out to be a drab
pharmacist's assistant, with
crooked stocking "seams and
Yet another turned out to be
a generous-busted wench with
a warm smile. She, on reflection, resembled remarkably
Staff-Sgt. Knox of the RCMP,
a gentleman I have been associated with in latter years.
Still, there were some straight
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Friday, February 27, 1959
Pierre Berton Says.'.
i 1341
When I went to the University of B.C. it was to me enormous, exciting, terrifying and
electric place to be. There were
2100 students on the camlpus
which was more than I had
even seen in one place in all
my life. I was confused and bewildered and elated all at the
same time.
I went straight to the offices
of the Publications Board, Which
were at that time in the build-
ink known as the old Caf. A
pretty girl in a yellow sweater
Was seated at a typewriter near
the entrance and she gave me a
big smile. "That girl is in love
with me," I thought, "and I am
in love with her." The year was
1939. I was in love with everybody.
? Things have changed a lot
isiriee those days and the 'University of B.C. has. become far
more confused and populous and
exeiti&g than it was in my day,
I*iit;l airn Still in love with the
' iarlih the yellow sweater, who
I married in 1946,  and I am,
I still in love with the Publications Board of the University
of B.C.
They Would not let me write
anything for the Ulbyssey for
two weelts. Then they gave me
an assignment. One of the senior
editors, (I think it Was Jim
McFarlane who now worfes for
the Sun) handed me a list of
books that the library had
bought that week, and told me
to do a paragraph about it.
I sweated for hours over that
paragraph Whch Was the first
news story of mine that ever
saw print. I wrote: "A new and
exciting series of titles will
grace the library shelves this
week as a result of shrewd purchases by the librarian, John
Ridington . . ." and I tore that
And I wrote: "Librarian John
Ridington today announced the
acquisition of six valuable volumes for the University Library . . ." and I tore that up.
And I wrote: "Library shelves
bulged today with six newly-
acquired tomes . . ." and I tore
that up.
It finally came out as: "The
following six books were purchased this week by the lib1
rary . . ."
And I still remember snatching the Ubyssey off the pile of
papers and turning to my story
and reading m|y own printed
words over and over again.
I did not have another assignment for two weeks. I hung
around the pub offices, getting
cokes and potato chips for the
senior editors and trying to
strike up some sort of conversation with the girl in the yellow
sweater. Finally I decided to do
something about it. (Not the .girl
—-the .paper.)
™ I *was living at Salisbury
Lodge at the time and three of
us laid a trap for three Union
College students; We wore black
m£sks and beat the hell out of
them. The following day I
turned in a story to the Ubyssey
about three Union College students being Waylaid by bandits
in black masks and they gave
it the main headline on page
John Garrett, the editor-in-
chief of the Publications Board
(whom we all referred to as
"God") personally commended
me for .my enterprise and so,
flushed W&th success, I wrote:
"Student Attack Proves Hoax,"
which also made the front page.
From then on my rise was rapid
for I had learned a cardinal
principle of journalism: "Don't
wait for the news to come to
you; go to it."
That year my picture appeared in the section of the
Totemj devoted to the Pub. At
least a picture of my back appeared. It shows Doug Waft and
[Do your thirst a Hngpzefavor
Taste that natural orange flavor!
I moving the Old Pub to the
New Pub in the new Brock
Memorial Building (which the
Ubyssey for sake of brevity
called Brock Hall). You could
look it up.
The   following   year,   which
was   my   senior  year  at   UBC,
I   was   Tuesday   editor   of   the
paper   under  Jack Margeson  a
Greek scholar who was the only
sober member of the  Drunken
Zetes.   That  was  the   year  we
invented the Pub Song. Lionel
Salt thought up the title and I
wrote  the words to  the   tune
of The Darky Sunday School.
The first verse went like this:
John Garrett was an editor
Drank whiskey by the tub;
He's the guy  who made the
An annex to the Putn
Jack Margeson's of different
Teetotalting's hisrboast-^-
So While we call John Garrett
"God?\> '.-:;;■. ■" "-'  •'••;-  ;
Jack's trailed The Holy Ghost.
I Would rather have-Written
those words than taken Quebec.
There are many other verses
but as they bear a remarkable
resemblance to person or persons living or dead I will not
go into them here.
The Ubyssey that year was
graced with several names who
continued to appear from time
to time in the public prints. I
wrote a column on page one
called Behind the News. Lister
Sinclair wrote two columns, one
titled Pearl Castings, the other
calledcalled Garlic in Hydrophobia. Fjric Nicol, under the
name of Jabez, had just launched The Mummery. Pat Keatley
Who is now a big wheel on the
Manchester Guardian wrote a
column called Fruit Salad.
I spent two weeks trying to
find Nicol who had two years
before anonymously written the
Ubyssey's famous Chang Suey
serial. Finally Nicol walked into
the pub, an incredibly modest
and scholarly young man. I
collared him and thus The Mummery was borm_It went on forever.
The Pub, in those days, was
a closely-knit family group. A
great many pubsters from those
years married each other. I was
one. Lionel Salt married a
beautiful Ubyssey reporter
called Marg Reid. Jim McFarlane married the beautiful Canadian University Press editor,
Joyce Cooper. Dorwin Baird,
Who had been on the pub a
year or so before, married the
beautiful Verna Mackenzie, who
was features editor. Everybody
married everybody else and as
a result there are many legitimate children of the publications board.
We all sat at the Pub table
in the Caf and sneered at the
world. The Players' Club had
the table next tc us and they
used to sneer at us. Both tables
sneered at the fraternity; men
and the sorority girls who sat
at larger tables nearby. We pubsters felt, rightly it seems to
me, that admittance to the Pub
table was gained by sheer merit,
while admittance to the frat
tables had more to do with who
your old man was and what
race and religion you belonged
to. I did not like fraternities in
those days and I like them even
less now and I don't care who
knows it.
My two years at UBC (I had
spent the previous two at Victoria College) revolved almost
entirely around The Ubyssey.
On Tuesday, which was press
day, I did not g» to lectures at
all. It seemed to me then that
it wfeis more important for me
to learn the newspaper business
than it was to learn about the
Renaissance. I am afraid if I
had -"id do it all over again I
would follow the same cOurse.
When I come back to Van-
cOuver for a holiday my life
still revolves around The Ubyssey. For the friends, I see —
mjDst vof them ,— are friends
from those days. We usually
have a Pub party for old Pubsters and we sit around and
talk of old times on a campus
that has changed out of all
recognition. The parties, I fear,
are not quite as lively as they
once were. Gin is no longer
poured down the necks of pretty
girls. Very few of us land up;
under the table among a welter
of cigarette butts and empty
Pilsener bottles. We do not sit
up until four a.m.-—as we used
to do in a little club called
La Fonda on Fourth Avenue-
shouting our heads off. We
simply sit around, exchanging
old nostalgias until midnight
when we go home to free the
baby sitter and to dream of days
that are no more.
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The Pub Board was responsible for me being in the business, boy and old man, for
better than a couple of decades.
Perhaps, looking back, I should
hate the Pub to pieces for this.
But then, there have been moments.
And you DO meet a lot of
interesting people as people
always say you do. (Stock reply,
of course, is yes, ■ other reporters, one that is bound to end
the condescending).
:The short, short story had. just
made its appearance at that time
and the U.Si magazine Liberty
was offering what, seemed like
small fortunes fpr readable
ones. So I worked laboriously
over one and more, laboriously
typed it out for presentation.
It came back, of course; but
there it waS, all typed out when
the Ubyssey announced the annual Literary Suppliment.
There were two main awards,
one for poetry, one for prose.
So I popped in the brain child.
Perhaps I was the ;only one,
for I wound up the League of
Western Writers prose: winner
for '29 (or was it '30?). To go
with the title and a membership
in the league was $5, and that ,
could be considered a fair chunk
of dough for a depression era
undergrad if not as fair as
Liberty's offer.
The story was called "Curiosity," as I recall, and was set
up single column on the slick
paper of the suppliment along
with a postscript telling of the
award. The central figure's
name was Himie.
In the next issue of Ubyssey
there appeared a story called
"Retribution," set up in the
sam|e- style, replete with postscript admitting this hadn't won
anything, and carrying a vaguely similar theme. It was written,
of course, by one of the more
famjous characters to edit the
campus paper and now a well-
known Vancouver writer and
editor, Himie Koshevoy. In his
brilliantly-barbed r i p o s e he
managed to spell my name
Wrong, and differently, 17 times!
So I went into the Publications Board, looked him up,
introduced myself and explained
I certainly didn't have him in
mind when I wrote for Liberty.
Not too long after that I
looked him up again, this time
in the news room of the old
News Herald. And wound up
working for him and with him
for more than a few years —
long enough at least to get me
stock in the business. Perhaps
I would have been no farther
ahead if I had skipped Koshevoy and gone into the ministry
as my grandmother suggested.
Hard to say from this distance.
Thus my only connection with
those always deddicated, mostly
zany, Pubsters.
Aind good luck with the anniversary issue. Jfej
Friday, February 27, 1959
mt WiH!
UBC's FOOTBALL TEAM has been criticized muchly by Sports writers in the past years,
but Laurie Dyer, (see page 15) claims we used to have a winning one in the 1940's.
Here a 1956 sports cartoonist expresses his feelings on the subject.
UBC WillAlways Belrr Forefront
...First In Competative Athletics
' (Sports Editor of The Ubyssey, 1938)
One of the favourite expressions of older people whenever asked for a comparios of
anything" today and a similar anything yester-day is: "It's certainly not like the good old
Professor Bob Osborne and his  proper   perspective—sport   is   a
colleagues won it in '31. {great teacher. "Play up play up
I and nlay the game" is not nearly
REORGANIZATION | as trUe ag some geem to think
There is one thing I must say
.'Though I've been guilty of
this same prejudiced attitude on
opCasioh in the past; never more!
U.B.C. has been, is and probably
always will be in the forefront
in some form of competitive
athletics. In every decade of our
Alma Mater's 4-decade-plus existence someone or some team has
excelled nationally or internationally.
Glanding back over, those two
decades and beyond, it's difficult to select one or two people
or teams as an "All-Time, All-
Star" effort.
But there's no harm in praising the great U.B.C. Girls'. Basketball team in the twenties—
which captured a World trophy.
On today's campus, the brightest
starts in sport are of course,
those World-beating Rowers!
In between—many trophies
and titles have been won. For
me, there never has been a more
thrilling finish in a more exciting series than the 1937 Canadian Basketball final UBC versus a superbly confident Windsor Fords. Incidentally, the
average attendance for those
games played in the Forum (and
that's 22 years ago) was something like 5,000 per game!
With games tied at one each
in a best of five final, Windsor
held a point edge in the third
game with about five seconds remaining.
The late- Art Willoughby took
the ball in his own back court,
dribbled to almost centre, let
go and the ball arched high in
the air it swished through the
basket just as the gun sounded
ending the game! UBC took the
next game and brought the
Canadian title back to the UBC
campus for the first time since
—on behalf of many alumni I'm
sure. This year's student body
deserves a great deal of credit
for action taken to re-enter the
Canadian Inter-Collegiate field
of athletics, plus "City" competition and for establishing a
better all-round set-up. After sad
Saturday after sad Saturday over
too many years, things are bound
to be both brighter. And, if
you'll excuse me saying so,
healthier in every sense of the
word. Congratulations are due,
also to the UBC Senate and Administration for agreeing to the
re-organ iza tion.
Finally, this brief opportunity
should not slip by without one
word being said about sport in
general and team sport in particular. In the give-and-take involved in the game of life, plus
the strong sense of humour needed to put everday problems in
these days. "Win at all costs" is
THE BIRDS! At least it never
was; let's hope it never will be.
Writing 5,000 words a day out
of this place has left me no
time to contribute to your anniversary edition. And anyway, as
J. R. Williams says, those days
are gone: forever.
Peter Syprowich
Sports Columnist 1946-47
What is it about an ancient
history lesson that makes you
people so restless? Well, you
may as well settle down 'cause
I'm long on nostalgia today.
You see, it was just the other
day that I found myself in the
company of a group of ex-Blue-
and-Gold types just as bewhis-
kered as myself. Naturally
enough, the conversation talked
itself around to "those days on
the campus" and the great
teams of yesterday.
This is not to detract from
the present crop of athletic artisans . . . but man, what teams
we had to shout about back
there in the mid-forties. The old
trophy case was literally bulg-
i ing with battered silverware and
empty polish tins.
I guess basketball was always
my favorite sport, and my favorite story dates back to Jan.
11, 1946. It was high noon and
somewhere over 2000 high-
spirited c a s a b a fans were
squeezed into a gym that was
built to hold 1,700 midgets.
Some even climbed onto the
roof to watch through the windows. Many hundreds were
turned away at the doors.
Those who screamed their
way through those 40 minutes
of superb hoopla will never forget the day their amazing Thunderbirds pummeled the mighty
Harlem Globe Trotters.
A young sophomore by the
name of Pat McGeer was the
hero that day, hitting for 14
points with that deadly left-
handed push-shot. Truthfully
they were all stars on that team.
Names like Sandy Robertson,
Ole Bakken, Ron Weber, Harry
Kermode, Ritchie Nicol, Hunk
Henderson, Harry Franklin, Reg
Clarkson, Hal McKenzie . . .
everyone on the campus felt
that they knew them all personally.
When I was talking to Pat
the other day, he had to admit
that the Harlem victory was
probably the greatest thrill
among his campus memories.
After all, how many teams have
beaten Duke Cumberland,
Roosevelt Hudson and friends.
Roosemary Kent-Barber is a
very funny girl. She likes anniversary editions. She wallows in
them. They bring tears to her
ears. That is one of the reasons
she is a funny girl.
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Pat reminded me that this
was the same team, of 'Birdmen
that took every game from that
point on including two successive victories over the famed
Oregon Ducks . . . and right in
their own back yard at that.
Their winning ways contributed to history in that they became the first Canadian cagers
to take an American inter-collegiate conference crown. Winning 28 of their 34 games, their
nine and one win-loss record in
conference tilts, brought them
the Pacific Northwest Inter-collegiate Conference championship in their first year of this
high calibre competition.
The Coyotes from Idaho must
have thought the end of the
world was coming when the
'Birds piled up 234 points in
their two-game series. I believe
it was in the first game that the
high - scoring captain of the
Thunderbirds, Sandy Robertson,
set an individual record of 40
points during h i s evening's
We were still pretty proud of
our hoopla magacians when
they placed second in the Conference the following year. But
that was just a prelude of things
to  comj&.
Second place was ours again
when the 1947-48 Conference
schedule wound up but the boys
weren't satisfied with that. In
the spring of '48, our Birdmen
took the floor at Toronto's
Maple Leaf Gardens and became
Canadian Collegiate champs at
the expense of Western Ontario.
From there, the "Wizard o£
Oz" as coach Bob Osborne had
been dubbed took his team to
the Olympics to represent Canada. McGeer and Kermode were
still there but newl stars were
out to shine. Bob Haas, Bill
Bell, Nev Munro, "Long John"
Forsyth, Dave Campbell, Gordy
Selman, Reid Mitchell, Gerry
Stevenson, Jim McLean, Bob
Scarr . . . any of those names
ring a bell?
Golly, how we get carried
away. All this chatter and still
no mention of rugger. And what
a contribution those boys made
to the trophy case year after
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>€@WAfXlAN ^AM«m>f|V40  STYLE
Keeps Tabs On
Pub By Book
"Austerity-"   Ubyssey.
Bumped Into Q/d
i -    i"       V.
Professor . . ,
■    1940  s  ''
Last month, I 'bumped into
one of my old' professors at >a*
cocktsil D3rtv ■* *f'
"Ah,"   he   sard,   waving ftfel stradght, with, no tricks,; no k>
,      . ■ ■     I: i
Pierre  Berton,   who.  has , since
mined more'gold in the Yukon
than, all the sourdoughs of '98.
And.4he:*te was   the. one  in
104o„   when   we   played   it
sherry   glass.   "Ah."  And rthtotfif
with a professorial leer
"L'm, taking your  lousy rag,;
now."  (he meant 'The Sun, fdr
which I now work}:
Well,, by gosh, with that one
remark he took me back to the
days of the Ubyssey,:, the^beer-'
soaked Ubysseys of the Publications Board. And it seemed like
only yesterday that I was an
undergrad catching the cheerful;
insults that are always the lot
of a Pubster. it
Only yesterday? So much
water has flown over the dam
since then that Bennett is trying
to sell it to Wehner-Gren. But
it  seemed  like only yesterday.
Well, for that matter, the hell,
with.the faculty, too. I havep't
ffargptten either.
"Too journalistic," the-smart
young history assistant scrawled
an my freshman essay, and,: I
found out later he had a Ubyssey masthead pinned to his desk
with my name, and Others,
underlined. "• ' ■ ■ ■
"The •Pub?' YoiTleft your1 book
Sn a beer iparlbr?" asked the
fett I*renchi:prttfessor'as--ihe, too,
tihfew me but.;   ;      : •     l!;
Things like that, you remember. You j -rememhex., ,and, letters
marked ' 'University Development Fund" go jintojhe fire,
see. .,,
Ah,   but  there  are  the   good
things   to   remember,   too,   and
what's an anniversary issue for,
if not for remembering them.
I rememiber a couple of
"goon" issues of the Ubyssey,
that traditional last issue of the
year   in   which  anything   goes.
There was the one with half
the front page given over to
an anthropoid leaping over the
* Library.
;'TUe Beast Is Coming"
screamed the banner line. That
was a trick photo pasted .up; by
BillAGraTBd.and the "beast" was
suits '•■— just one- little story on
the sports-page: 4* a Wartime
measure the university has decided; to adept compulsory physical education, far all undergraduates, it said. It worked like a
charmv The downtown papers
(there were: three thehj, remember?) picked it up jhook, line
and volleyball. And1 the C',J.
hounds sweated like they ne^er
would in Phys. Ed.
.  ; i    - c!   ■ ;
GOOD DODGE     .       < ■■,-.
\ The Totem was"* good dodge,
too. I was editor ofi feat one
year, and it was .'Iways good
for a pass to skip the Saturday
COTC route march. Have to
take picture and get some copy
on the boys for the yearbook,
y'know Col. Shrum. The secret,
of course, was to wait until the
last" parade -before- ■ taking » fche
CO's picture. Somehow, these
things sort of come-natural to
a Pubster. - < ■
„ But it was a special issufe that
I remember best, I think. That
was the one in January of 1940,
and I can't recall what it was
we were celebrating. Anyway,
it. was-, the Christmas holidays,
marks-hadn't been posted yet,
and* we were moving from the
rat's nest in the Auditorium
building to the new Pub in the
new Brock Hall. Workmen still
swarming around, and us moving and writing, and racing
under   the   floor   of  the   main
lounge to: the other side where
,the darkroom was:located, all
dotstbled -up,. because, somebody
goefed: and only exeavated%att|
a basement.
> That was the way things were
planned, yes, even In those days*
The Puljh and the 'women'£ laya?
toiy in one wing; the darkroom
and the-men's, away on the Other,
side. *
And it was there ki fee paint-
new Brock Hall- that I Scored,
my beat.
I  Was   the   first   to   use  the
women's John.
Tuum. Est!
By Kemp Edmonds
Editor  1937-38
A look back at the Pub from
twenty-one years beyond is to
remember names and people,
more than any great deeds of
journalism. Those great gods,
the preceding Editors-in-chief—
Archie Thompson, John Cornish,
Zee Browne-Clayton, Norman
Hacking—come to mind.
People who have made their
names in newsp'aper and allied
writing fields—same Cornish,
Arthur Mayse, Stuart Keate,
John Dauphinee, Margaret
Ecker, Dorwin Baird, Alan Mor-
ley, Dick Elson, Jim Beveridge,
Lee Straight, and many more.
1937-38 saw the formation of
the Canadian University Press
as a medium for the direct and
speedy exchange of news and
Opinion from each campus to the
others across Canada. Between
.'Christmas and New Year, the
editors of all the college newspapers met in Winnipeg.
What we gave birth to then
has just now come of age. I can
only   hope   that   the   child   is
worthy   .of   such   distinguished
s parents, and has shown the vir-
(Continued from Page 13)
tues that we had in mind for it.
h Trie Pub has, of course, grown
tremedously since our day. We
published twice a week a, four
or six page sheet. We -operated
from a single small room in the
Auditorium Building, amid such
bedlam and clatter that anyone
using the only telephone had to
lean out the window with it in
order to hear and be heard.
We learned, if nothing else,
the art of concentrating, and
working in the most impossible
atmosphere. Withall we put out
a good newspaper—far better in
many respects than the professional journals we suffer: with
One aspect of the growth of
the Pub has given us oldsters
concern. In our day we sent a
reporter to the meetings of the
Student's Council, and felt free
to report what we liked and how
| we liked, and to comment favour-
! ably or unfavourably as we
Later, the Editor himself began to go to those meetings, and,
inevitably, his position developed into that of a consultant and
participating, if not voting, member of the Council;
, In that way two results obtained: first, the usefulness of
the Ubyssey as an organ of criticism vanished; and secondly,
the paper came more and more
under the domination,and direction of Council.
Independence had gone. I do
not know whether that situation
Stil exists, but if it does, it should
stocking  seamp  and not   all  of
them resembled Sgt. Knox . . .
Ah, yes. Old Buttermouth and
I met, by arrangement, 29 correspondents; mostly in the
Georgia Beer'Parlour (Charles
I. was not 'then' occupying the
rrtain floor):'   ,,
Those 'days''(and even now)
old Buttermouth and I were
generally "held to be the handsomest men in town. Wearing
pinstriped, dmitolebreasteds, red
'carnations jCfor recognition) grey
fedoras pulled down low and
yellow gloves, we cut pretty
Machiavellian,, figures, boy.
When one of us, flicking the
ash from a cigarette, fixed you
with a shuttered glance and said
across the suds: "I presume you
can, if the occasion should require, use a handgun or a
swordcane . . ." then you knew
you were in Intrigue up to your
armpits, sister. And if, on leaving, ycfu still didn't know what
th©" hell ; the < Intrigue waa. all .be cured. The Publications, board
about, well — admit it, it was is a branch of the Alma Mater
fun. Society,   not   of   the   Students'
Now let the rumour rest. Council.      ,,,
A paper like the Ubyssey can
attain an independance almost
non-existant in journalism today.
No publication is free from pressures, but the economic fears
that hamper most newspapers—-
fear of offending advertisers;
fears of losing mass circulation
—do not concern us.
That being so, the Ubyssey is
in a wonderful position. Long
may it thrive.
By Margaret Ecker Francis
Totem Editor—1936     ,    ,
It was a fine April day some1
time in the mid-thirties. ,:Thie
wind off the Gulf of Georgia was
balmy, salt-scented, and it mixed into an intoxicating cocktail
with the fresh smell of bursting
buds, new grass and spring1
It. went to our heads.* In the
old ' Pub office some .iBnruig-
struck' Ubyssey or Totem staffer
even threw up a window to let
tHe fh-st breath of ^resh jaifiin
months mix with the+ iKibis,dwn'---
body odor—forgotten sandwich
lunches rotting, in drawers, ,
cigarette" smoke, souring milk in
half-finished bottles.
Someone remarked that he,
or she, must get to a lecture.
Another contributed that bock,
had come to the Georgia (ope of
our chief symbols of spring); an
artier member of the Staff
moaned fthat if we had a record
player we could play Stravinsky's; Sacre du Printemps (if we
had the record), and dance.'
Then an Editor mounted
solemnly on, a littered desk,
held up!his, arms to silence the
babbles : and pronounced. "We
will   celebrate ,Christmas."
We all; .turned our backs on
each other and made presents— ;
verses scribbled on copy paper,
yesterday's peanut-butter sandwiches wrapped in newspaper,
I can't remember what other
touching mementoes. Father
Christmas delivered the gifts
with suitable ceremony and benevolence and we sang; some
(Continued from Page 5)
funny jokes, it really does quite
vex us
For Frain she is a specimen
of "frigitanus sexus."
Now Marilyn wrote Features,
from Province haunts she came
But then she met the Editor
and lost her own sweet name.
He took her in his beat-up car
right down to Spanish Banks . . .
Well, there's always room for
kiddies in the Publication Ranks.
M Friday, February 27. 1959
"THE BEAST CAME OVER THE CAMPU S . . ." screamed the banner headline on the
front page of the 1941 goon edition. "Beast" Pierre Burton has since become one of The
Ubyssey's better-known graduates.
(Ubyssey City Editor, 1948)
I must admit to a feeling of gratitude that my presence at
UBC «nd on The Ubyssey staff has been remembered to the
extent: that I have been invited to appear in this special anniversary issue. '
Sure- I wrote the  occasional
TJbysey column, an odd editorial
(they certainly were Odd) and
went through the mill aa a re-
' porterj> city editor, sports editor
and Canadian University Press
(clipping editor).    '
But I never managed to get
called on President Mackenzie's
* Carpet, I was never thg subject
of faculty discussions, =hor was I
ever denounced by the engineers.
As a college journalist I was a
failure! '■        ■
In fact, I'm sure that the only
thing I ever did' around The
Ubyssey office to raise any recognition was to permit the use of
my name in a goon -Issue headline.
The result was an eyebrow
Raising announcement:
In the one paragraph story
appearing below it the headline was amplified to explain
that "Jack Wasserman is positive that Nora Clarke is the president of the Women's Under-
dent  of the Womanen's under-
And so my brief fling at fame
Was flung. The uproar about that
headline lasted all of 38 seconds.
As a result my university reputation remained so dull that I
was froced to go on bended
knee to beg a job from The
Vancouver  Sun.
Usually The Sun's city desk
staff spends weeks culling over
prospective employees whose
university careers had been in-
terupted or even completely terminated by some journalistic
The case of my friend and colleague Ron Haggart, is a fine
example. Haggart is now a staid
chronicler of the problems of
metropolitan government for the
Toronto Star but he. caused almost as many headlines as he
wrote during his hectic association -with the Ubyssey.
During the . rather hectic
period when the benchers of
the law society of B.C. refused
to accept a communist law student for admittance to the bar
(the legal kind) Haggart took
up the cudgels on his behalf and
waged such an effective campaign that he was able to arouse
the otherwise dignified law stu-'
dents into an outright denunciation of the Ubyssey.
I won't go into details, other
than to say you can imagine
Haggart's effectiveness when
you consider a mass of dapper
law students behaving like engineers.
Later that same year one of
our photographers, Mickey
Jones, snapped a picture at an
engineers's stag party. It showed
two eminent members of the
engineering faculty,—one was
assistant dean, I believe—doing
a clog step with an entertainer.
It so happened that the entertainer was fully clothed, and in
fact was a singer (both unusual at
engineer stags) but when word
reached the Applied Science
faculty that this picture Was going to appear in The Ubyssey the
ugly specture of faculty interference raised its head.
Haggart was ordered to withhold the picture.
Now every student newspaper
knows the fine tradition established .by editor in chief Ron
Grantham who defied the administration and got canned for
his troubles.
The faculty has seldom interfered since that 1931 date much
to the chagrin of generation after
generation of student editors
who hoped to have future job
offers assured by getting
So Haggart pleaded for permission to use the picture but he
was pleading very hard. He already knew what he^d do if the
faculty  intervention  persisted,
which it did.
The Ubysgey appeared that
day, on schedule. Everything
was as it had been planned be*
fore the picture was lifted,.-But
that's all that had been lifteo.
The caption remained under*
neath a large blank space which
would have held the picture.
In the middle of the white
space wafe a short note, in small
print explaining that the picture
had been withheld because of
faculty  pressure,
The caption said the picture
showed two professors having
a good time. The. picture itseli
turned up on page pne of, the
Sun over a caption saying "this
is the picture The Ubyssey
couldn't print." The picture also
nit several hundred!other papers
in North America.
Apd Mickey Jones, then in his
final, year of Applied Science
and now a Ford Motor Com*
pany executive lived in fear un-t
til his graduation day ,£hat the
faculty would discover the
author of the pix that became
the famous story of "The Dane*
ing Profs."
Haggart also left school that
year. He didn't get bounced
But he could no longer refuse
the blandishments of The Sun.
And I went along and ASKED
THEM for a job. Because it nag
been a dull year on The Ubyssey,
with only one near bounce, they
took me.
Deadline for the following
positions must be received by
Wendy Amor, AMS Secretary,
Box 150, Brock Hall by Monday
Manager of College Shop,
Chairman of NFSUS, Chairman
of WUSC, Chairman of Special
Events, Editor of Totem.
The Ubyssey has been printed
by College Printers since 1937,
For Engineers
Editor, The Ubyssey, 1949-50
This little piece is designed both as entertainment and as
a sort of text book for the care and feeding of Engineers.
I wjant to tell you how we,
the mid-century editors of The
Ubyssey, dealt with Redshirts
at a time when the rivalry first
broke out and there were no
precedents. to fall back on,
The episode I am about to
describe ended, of course:, with
the Engineers utterly defeated.
They appeared in my office late
one day in February, 1950, with
the damnedest hang dog expressions on their faces and within
a minute they wer dragging
yieir tails out the door in utter
But I'm getting ahead of myself. The circumstances which
led to the pathetic little scene
just described began five
months earlier on October 13,
1949, when the Ubyssey's lead
story carried the headline "Rampaging Redshirts Quelled Police
After Near Riot.','
I.'l    .   \
What we had meant to say
Was that the Engineers had been
quelled "by" police after a near
riot, but the story broke late
at night and proof reading in
those days was just as haphazard as it is today.
The lead story told how the
Redshirts. slashed: trolley coach
wires and paraded through taverns in thej downtown ate &'
chanting their war songs following their annual banquet.
DISQRAjC^IM* ■..'-'!;.
I was at the banquet — I
still wonder how I -got on the
invitation list; — and I can vouch
for its disgraceful character.
It was characterized by some
very accurate throwing of bun*
and ice creamy and the guest
speaker — a big name in the.
construction world ^— was told]
to "Sit down, you've had your
time" in ith& middle of a rather
thoughtful address on engineering ethics. Nearly everybody
was drunk.
Our lead story of ^October 13
and an editorial of the 14th resulted tin an angry scene In my
office. The redshirted delegation
whieh bearded the lion in his
den threatened physical violence
if another word about the banquet was printed.
But we were a brave lot in
those days and on October 20
we pricked the Engineering Ego
again with an editorial entitled
"Showj Us, Bun Throwers.." In
it we chided them for not measuring up to their promise to
match, pint for pint, donations
of blood made by all other
The editorial had some effect
because when all returns were
in the Engineers stood second
in the donors column behind
nurses, fulfilling 81.6% of their
1950, as none of you will remember, was an "austerity"
year. I shall not burden you
With explanations of why we
were austere but one result had
been the slashing of the Ubyssey
budget with the result that the
number of issues per week of
the paper had been cut from
four to three.
During the fat years it had
been customary for each undergraduate society to take over
the paper for a day to publicise
their forthcoming dance.
The editorial b'o a r d of the
Ubyssey had decided that this
practice would end in 1950 and
that each undergraduate society
should get only one page for
such publicity.
This ruling, I learned subsequently, was the straw that
broke the camel's back. It was
the final outrage which launched the Engineers on their subsequent, desperate course of
In short, I was kidnapped.
On the morning of February
20 I was waylaid on my way
to the AMS offices by a group
of Engineers, headed by Donald
Duguid, and asked to read a
piece w'hich they said they were
planning to publish in their edition next day.
As I concentrated on this epic
I    was    seized   from    behind,:
dragged to a waiting-automobile,
and spirited off to an auto court
far  out on  Kingsway.
Later,  a -secerjd parity of EngH
neers arrives with * If ugh' Cam-"
eron,  editor; of the Totem and
champion   Engineer   baiter,   ip.
Meanwhile the Engineers had
simply walked in and taken
over the -Pub* and were busily
publishing their edition.
Oh, we had a jolly time that
cday. Cameron and. I lounged on
a bed all day eating fish and
chips and reading,magazines and
wishing we had a case of beer
to make it all worthwhile.
One Engineer kindly dropped
around to my home and picked
up my pyjamas as it was
planned that 1 should spend the
night at the motel.
Now Hugh Cameron, good
editor that he was, was a rather
excitable type at that time. As
I lounged on the bed concentrating, on m|y copy of '"Sunbathing" — I suppose today it
would be "Playboy"—rCameroa
stomped about the bedroom o|
the ajito court thinking up some
sort of Dante's Inferno fdr our
He suggested that; the front
page should be given over to
the day's events, that we should
ask student council to fire the
president of the EUS and, cut off,
their budget, ete, etc, As $, remember he endjed, up b*S diatribe by saying, "Banham we've
taken enough from this bunch
Of b       ,        ....  ;."      ::,■-'
I wasn't paying much attention to all this and In quite an
off-hand way I replied, "Hell,
maybe we won't print a line
about it."
I should explain at this point
that search parties, mostly head?
ed by law students, were out
looking for us by this time and
about ten o'clock at night they
caught up with us and I was
ransomed for two bottles of
beer, which tasted quite good I
might add.
We parted in good spirits and
when we returned to the Pub
to start Work'on the next edition
of the paper I ruled that not
one wtord of the events of Feb.
20, 1950, was to appear. PAGE EIGHTEEN
Friday, February 27. 1959
(Continued from Page 3)
Many of those who write for The Ubyssey plan to make
journalism a career and, in a way, they are serving an
apprenticeship while completing undergraduate training.
In this connection I am sometimes asked by students as
well as by other members of the community whether a
School of Journalism should be establishhed here.
Quite frankly, I consider that the general education
provided by the University is the best possible training at
. the undergraduate level for the future journalist, and I am
not convinced that we need to offer specialized courses. I
realize, of course, that first-rate reporting is a complex,
difficult and demanding task and that good journalists are
no easier to train than good engineers, good teachhers, good
doctors or good social workers.
Yet there are general skills and talents common to all
human endeavours which the University has traditionally
fostered and encouraged.
Anyone leaving this University, if he has applied him-
: self diligently and seriously, should be able to think clearly
and honestly, to make proper use of facts, to give order and
form to his ideas, and to write clear, simple and direct
If the future journalist can carry these things away
with him, then he is already well equipped for his chosen
career. In addition, I would advise him to get as wide a
background as possible in literature, in social and political
science, in the fine arts, and in the natural sciences, because in his future career the journalist will be called upon
to evaluate the full range of human institutions and activities.
Above all, the future journalist must leave the University with the continuing desire to make himself a more
sensitive and cultivated human being through a carefully
planned programme of reading and reflection.
I congratulate The Ubyssey. on its first forty years and
I wish it continued success for the future.
Feels Graduates
May Make Good
ON   A   BUS
(Continued from Page 8)
to complement (or to compete
With) Raven ("Pique" was a
name that earlier had been rejected in favour of "Raven"),
and the original ideas about a
"journal of opinion" were left
by, the wayside.
By spring 1956, towards the
end df my own tenure as Raven
editor, some of the people now
on the editorial board began to
.emerge as either critics of or
workers for the magazine.
In general, the critics remained to work and the workers
began to criticise, but the magazine continued to march unsteadily forward along the politically unconscious track for
which all UBC'campus journals
appear destined.
I can remember that my one
faithful supporter (I used to loan
him money), Ken Lamb, would
cluck sympathetically whenever
I complained that Raven was
becoming what Raven wasn't
meant to be. But even Lamb,
for all his clucking, never wrote
the "essays of opinion" that
•wanted to see.
In the second year, September
1956, Doug Howie assumed senior editorship, and Raven continued. By that time, however,
I had safely escaped Vancouver
and Fischer and Gibbons were
no  longer  associated   with  the
magazine, and Brown reappeared but worked on the
Ubyssey rather than Raven.
So now1; in this fog-bound city
full of dirty people and public
bath houses at every corner,
there arrives Raven 7 at its "most
daring — not too <unlike an,
envelope of old Obyssey scraps
that one hasn't yet had time to
file away.
One could easily disagree with
the editor's policy (however
avant grade one wishes to be,
wouldn't it be nice to have a
magazine come in one piece?)
and the content was not overly
exciting, yet it was more than
pleasing to see that Raven still
And, although it can scarcely
match the elegance of that first
issue published in September
1955, largely through ceaseless
efforts of Fischer, Gibbons and
Howie, Raven No. 7 sets a new
and different standard which
may be difficult to equal.
Raven editors were always in
favour of literary innovations,
and in this sense No. 7 may
justifiably flap his wings with
pride and a sense of accomplishment.
I await, with eager anticipation, in my miniature attic garret towering somewhat above
the thickest layer of London
smog, the arrival of No. 8. I
may even celebrate its appearance by arranging to fall into
the Thames again.
By Ed Parker
Ubyssey City Editor—1953-54
Is journalism a "trade school"
subject that has no place among
the academic disciplines in a
This controversy concerning
journalism (or mass communication, a more general term now
coming into vovgue) recurs
periodically on university campus and among mass communication people responsible for
hiring staff.
There have always been many
newspaper editors who feel that
a bright university graduate
with a liberal arts background
and some experience, perhaps
obtained on a college newspaper,
is much better prepared for a
career in journalism than a
journalism graduate.
Columbia University resolved
the dilemma of liberal arts versus practical journalism training
by establishing a graduate school
of journalism which provides
the practical training, but requires a bachelor's degree as a
prerequisite to admission.
Most other recognized schools
of journalism have provided an
undergraduate curriculum consisting of about 25 per cent practical training courses and about
75 per cent liberal arts.
Even the best of these have
usually left themselves Open to
the criticism that the journalism
major can complete his liberal
arts requirements without systematic study of any particular
A major problem faced by
universities considering communication courses is how much
specialization   to   provide.
Many people preparing for
careers in journalism will go
into specialized branches of
writing or editing for a variety
of publications.
Others will go into completely |
different types of jobs in radio, j
television   or  film.   Still -others i
will go into advertising or public relations, or use some form
of journalism as a stepping stone
to less related careers.
Should a university provide
all the specialized training required for such diverse branches
of the communication arts?
The answer to this question
depends largely on the resources
and philosophy of the particlar
university in relation to the
needs of the community in
which it is situated.
My recommendation for the
University of B.C. is that the Extension Department should provide whatever specialized training might be required, through
short courses, seminars, evening
It appears that a major expansion of the work the Extension
Department is already doing in
this area would be extremely
However, this approach does
not attempt to answer the question about what is the best
education a university can provide for students planning to
enter the growing field of mass
My recomendation for UBC is
that several courses relevant to
mass communication should be
added in the Faculty of Arts.
Some possible course titles
that come to mind are: "History
and law of mass communication," "The role and responsibility of mass communication in
society," "Theory of communication," 'International communication," "Social psychology of
propaganda and public opinion,"
"Introduction to mass communication research." Several other
posible course titles could readily be suggested.
Red Cross
Blood Donor Clinic
Visited   UBC   in   1947
Students and Staff
have given 35538
Feb. 1959        2189
Red Cross Ready
1959  Anniversary Editor
This Was
Hard Work
This special Anniversary
Edition was the brain-child of
Editoress-in-Chief Pat Marjak,
1957-58   "God."
Pat drew up a list of contributors which formed the basis of
the Anniversary's Editor's own
Unfortunately, Pat's staff
wern't able to complete the 39th
Anniversary Edition last year
so Editor-in-chief, Dave Robertson and Special Editions Editor,
Rosmary Kent-Barber sat down
last September and planned
This edition represents more
than 200 hours of work (including three full evenings and one
all-night stretch at the printer's)
by reporters, editors, photographers and Advertising men
As Thursday's deadline grew
nearer and nearer the pace grew,
Worse with at least one Managing Editor (who shall be nameless) sending his copy out by
Special, Delivery on the evening
of Press Day.
Matters were complicated
with a regular (although unscheduled) four-page edition of
the paper appearing also today.
Special credit goes to City
Editor, Barb Hansen and Advertising Manager, Bill Miles, both
of whom worked on both
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Feb. 27 and 28
Friday and Saturday
Charles  Dickens'
A New Version of Dickens'
Great Classic
ADDED:   —
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Comedv Friday, February 27,' 1959
From UBC's Past
i Ubyssey AsLJciate Editor 1357-58
It seems that with every anniversary edition of any
journal, be it the Ubyssey, the Atlantic Monthly, or the
B.C. Electric Buzzer, someone writes a remember when column.
Yours truly has been asked to write a remember when
column which is supposed to cast the memory back over five
or six years of misdemeanours.
I tried four or five times to
summon up the fractured images from the past, but unable
to do this successfully alone,
dropped in for help with the
resurrection on an old buddy.
The buddy's name is Sam.
You know his kind. He's the
guy who never did or said much
around the hall of fame, but
he's always strong with the
memories of the hell that was
raised there.
"Sam, old buddy, old pal, old
•headline writing friend, remember with m]3 some of the days
known as the good old."
"You mean when we was
young, and printer's ink was as
sweet as alcohol?"
"That's the time, Sam old boy,
sing the songs of the good old
days, when we were young, and
our fancy was still free of the
organization.  Sing it,  Sam."
'.'Well, you remember the first
year we were on the Ubyssey,
when Fotheringham was editor?
That was the year the Ubyssey
and the COTC, for the only timej
ill history, got together to kidnap two engineers and hold
them at Cultus Lake for a night?
"Ho, ho," I said. "They don't
do: things like that anymore."
"No," Sam said. "They don't.
That was the year a couple of
reporters burned an effigy of
Bertie McCormack on the main
"Yeah," I said, "and the year
Smith and Ross banded together
to write songs. I remember the
afternoon, you ever heard a
ukelele over top of a March
wind on Spanish Banks?"
"You were probably too
drunk to h e a r," Sam said.
"Wasn't the next year the year
the Brock burned down?"
"YeahT There was a fire, huh?*
It was an excuse for one hell
of a good party in the armouries. You know, it was that year
too that the engineers rioted.
Remember? Smith n' Ross
wrote that column challenging
them to a brawl? So they
brawled for a week. Kidnapped
Ross and me and John Butter-
field and left us at the bottom
of the Grouse Mountain chair-
lift. Then they tried to steal
the Mardi Gras king out of a
basketball game. The ball players beat them off, and the administration was upset for two
"Those were the days. That
was the year Sypnowich named
the discriminating fraternities,
and the frat boys screamed poor
taste until they gagged." Sam
smiled slowly. "My, my. Things
were noisy."
"The next year," I said, "we
didn't do much. The editor was
the responsible sort. He got
along with the faculty and student council. The students never
read the Ubyssey."
"True," Sam said. "But the
next year Ross was editor. They
stole   Premier   Manning's   hat,
and they pulled the big swim
across the library pond, xow
boat and all. What an imagination that guy had. They had
the trek to Victoria that year,
"Yeah," I said. "And then last i
year, the council and the campus
wheels started little get-togethers like leadership conferences
and academic symposiums.
Everybody it seems, wants to
take a turn at being a bore.
Council won't drink with us
"And "then "this- year," Sam
said, "two pubsters try to liven
things up with a second rate
painting and the cruds yell for
blood and talk about the goad
name of the university. Hell, it
isn't a university's purpose to
try to establish a good name."
"Yeah," I said. "People must
think nowadays that Christ was
a public relations man. Well, we
were there when boys still knew
how to laugh, Sam."
"Yeah. How come people
have  forgotten?"
Congratulations UBYSSEY . . .
We remember with affection the boys and girls who
went on from our favorite college paper to make a
name in Canadian letters:
(. . ..- and, of course, our own AB KENT)
LL.D. '51
Congratulation From Vancouver's First Department
Store On UBC s
Fiftieth Anniversary
^tfo$M)zTl>a% (tamjwttg.
INCORPORATED   2?" MAY 1670. PAGE TWENTY THE     UBYSSEY Friday, February 27, 195-9
To the
Visitors, Alumni and Students
of the
University of British Columbia
On the occasion of this special Anniversary, your
Government is pleased to extend congratulations to the
Students, the Graduates, and the Faculty Members of the
University. The Government and the people of this
Province are proud of the splendid contribution which
our University has made, and is continuing to make, to
the development of this Province.
To an increasing degree, we look to our University
for leadership in educating our youth, not only in our
cultural traditions but in the science and technology of
this modern age. All of us should give our wholehearted
support to the University in this special task.
At this time your Government not only congratulates
the University on the occasion of its Fiftieth Anniversary,
but also The Ubyssey which is celebrating its fortieth
year as the official publication of the University.
Hon. W. A. C. Bennett Hon. L. R. Peterson
Premier ^ Minister  of   Education


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