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The Ubyssey Sep 26, 1980

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 Alumni chronicles 60 years ef vilest rag
Joe who?
It took more than 60 years but the UBC alumni
association has finally recognized the best student
newspaper west of Blanca.
In the latest edition of the Alumni Chronicle
freelance journalist Clive Cocking, who regrets never
having graced these pages, tells the touching, poignant
and often humorous story of The Ubyssey and the
people who have been putting it out for the past 62
Cocking's piece describing the trials and tribulations
of former Ubyssey staffers reads like a who's who in
Canadian-journalism. In one 1950s run-in with the
Alma Mater Society, the Ubyssey staff threatened to
resign en masse because of an AMS attempt to remove
editor Les Armour. Among the staff ready to quit were
Allan Fotheringham, Joe Schlesinger and Alex
MacGillivray. Fotheringham currently fills Maclean's
magazine's back page, Schlesinger is the CBC's man in
Europe and Asia and MacGillivray is the Vancouver
Sun's assistant managing editor.
Other well-known scribes Cocking lists as Ubyssey
alumni include author Pierre Berton, Pat Carney, the
former business columnist and current Vancouver
Centre MP, Stu Keate, former Sun publisher, Province columnist Eric Nicol, Toronto Star veteran Val
Sears, Today magazine executive editor Peter Syp-
nowich, Nanaimo Times publisher Stanley Burke, and
the late Norman Depoe, longtime CBC radio and TV
Cocking, who describes the Ubyssey as a "vile,
squalid, smutty, sacreligious, cynical, pinko, weirdy-
beardy, drug-oriented, filthy, controversial, newsy,
entertaining rag that possibly has serious effects on
the impressionable minds of the young," also points
out that many Ubyssey staffers went on to leave journalism behind for greater things.
Ubyssey graduates in the political field include John
Turner, the former Liberal justice minister and leadership hopeful and Senator Ray Perrault, current
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VICIOUS LOG attacks innocent bystander, throwing her into Empire Pool. Shocked bystanders suggested log,
upset at being cut down, timed its attack to dampen forestry week activities. However, hearty foresters have
shown no signs of choking up. They're defending their title as UBC's best beer guzzlers in front of SUB at noon
today, and tomorrow evening they're holding their annual dance at 8:30 p.m. in the SUB cafeteria.
RCMP tew neisy parker
A UBC student who had her car
towed away by the campus RCMP
has criticized the university administration for ridiculous and unfair
parking policies.
"The parking at this university is
atrocious," said archaeology graduate student Kathleen Baker.
Baker said she is particularly upset because Chancellor Boulevard,
the location from which her car was
towed away last week, has no "no
parking" signs along it.
She said the only warning made
to students was a notice published
in UBC Reports, the administration
RCMP officer Rod Derouin said,
"the department of highways does
not require that signs be put up for
He said students should know
they are not allowed to park on a
highway and "interrupt traffic."
"You don't put 'no parking'
signs on freeways," Derouin said.
Derouin said the RCMP published warnings in the UBC weekly calendar and The Ubyssey, and has issued several warning and traffic
tickets. He added that warnings
have been aired through radio stations.
(The Ubyssey has published no
warnings at the request of the
RCMP about illegal parking.)
"I never saw them (the
warnings)," Baker said. But what
she did see was several cars parked,
apparently legally, along the boulevard every day. Baker said she
parked at that spot only once be
cause she was late for class, and
when she got back was enraged to
discover her car missing.
Baker also criticized the university for the location of student
parking. She said students are often
forced to park in locations that are
a 20-minute walk away from class.
"It's an awfully long way to
walk," she said.
Geography professor Ken Den-
ike, chairman of the UBC president's advisory committee on traffic and parking, said, "the committee has recommended to the university to proceed with a park-structure in R-lot, next door to the Asian
studies centre."
He said other smaller projects
aimed at improving UBC's parking
situation have been presented to administration president Doug Kenny.
Bus service to the University of
B.C. will be improved when plans
to extend trolley bus wires from
Blanca Loop to the campus core are
completed, the UBC director of
traffic and security said Thursday.
Al Hutchinson said the extension
will have a "favorable effect" on
bus service at UBC. Although there
are no plans as yet to increase the
number of runs, better service is expected with the larger, non-polluting electric buses.
The greater Vancouver regional
district and the urban transit authority recently approved a budget
of $800,000 to install overhead trolley wires from Blanca Loop, along
University Blvd. to the campus
"The (extension) proposal has
been kicking around for years,"
said GVRD transit planner John
Mills Thursday. "It's the logical
thing to do — with it we'll have
peak loads going both ways."
Despite the high cost of installing
the wires, Mills estimated that the
GVRD and UTA will save at least
$200,000 a year when the new system is in place.
When the savings will begin is a
question no one seems able to answer. Both Mills and Hutchinson
said that no date has been set for installation of the wires.
Hutchinson is in favor of the
switch from diesel to electric buses.
"If they don't bring the trolleys out
here, we'll face a reduction in service," he said.
Both the annual savings and the
drop in services if the wires are not
installed are tied to the fact that diesel buses are becoming more expensive to run each year as fuel
costs rise.
Diesel buses are already in short
supply in Vancouver and the problem will get worse when they need
to get replaced, said Mills. Diesel
buses take longer to build than electric trolleys, which also contributes
to the shortage.
"The nice benefit of running
wires out to UBC is that it saves
money and frees up the diesels (for
use on other routes)," said Mills.
Another benefit will be the expansion of the 4th Ave. bus corridor.
Mills said buses on the Oak and
Fourth routes will not arrive empty
at Blanca Loop any more, but continue on with large loads to UBC
where they will pick up a large load
for the return trip. Bus passengers
from UBC will have a greater range
of routes available to them, he said.
UTA will pay $600,000 of the
capital costs of installing the wires,
with the GVRD picking up the rest
of the tab, said Mills.
There will be no changes to the
bus schedule during peak periods
once the wires are installed, but
Mills did not rule out the possibility
of expanded service during off
hours to the UBC campus.
Gov't task force
runs around aid
A federal-provincial task force
appointed to look into the student
aid situation seems to be doing little
for students, a spokesman for the
B.C. Students Federation charged
Steve Shallhorn said the task
force appointed by the Council of
Ministers of Education (Canada)
and the federal government to look
into student aid is dragging its feet
in confronting the problem.
"We think we're getting the run-
around," he said.
Shallhorn also said the task force
does not have student representation, despite a promise by the Liberals to that effect during the last
The task force is coordinated by
the federal government, which provides much of the funds for student
assistance, but includes provincial
government officials because administration of student aid programs is mainly done by the provinces, he said.
A BCSF presentation to the task
force advocates restructuring student assistance programs so that all
student loans would be replaced by
grants. The BCSF estimates that if
the tax credits now available for tuition costs were eliminated this could
cover up to 75 per cent of the increased costs generated by grants
replacing loans.
"The tax credits for tuition fees
only benefit high income earners,"
said Shallhorn.
But BCSF does not hold high
hopes that their recommendations
will be implemented. Though the
task force report is not due out until
December, Shallhorn said he's not
"It's beginning to look like it's
not going to be what we want," he
The CMEC met this week in Vancouver, where B.C. was represented
by Pat McGeer, minister of science,
technology and universities, and
Brian Smith, minister of education. Page 2
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SFU stalls on transit problems
One of the biggest problems of
university life at Simon Fraser University is getting to the campus, but
the university's student society
plans to change all that.
According to SFSS president Bill
Goodacre the SFU administration
"has not been pushing forward
with solutions" to the parking and
transit problem at the university.
Students are now planning to
take action on their own — perhaps
to the extent of filing a class action
legal suit to get the greater Vancouver regional district to improve bus
service to the Burnaby campus, he
SFSS transportation representative Anita Morris said Wednesday
the university administration and
the GVRD, which operates the transit service, have done little to improve transit service to SFU.
The parking problem has increased this year because the percentage
of people driving cars to school is
up, reflecting a trend towards older,
more established people returning
to SFU as students.
SFU has 13,000 students but only
3,800 parking spaces. Yet more
parking decals than spaces are sold,
creating many problems for student
The SFSS will be meeting with
the SFU administration next week
to strike a joint committee to "seek
ways to alleviate transportation
problems in the short and long
term," said Goodacre Thursday.
A public forum was held at SFU
Wednesday to discuss solutions to
the combined parking-bussing problem. Although the turnout was
small, a lot of good ideas came out
of the meeting, said Goodacre.
A major complaint of the SFSS is
the inadequate bus service to the
campus. "People who miss buses
miss classes too," he said.
Only three bus routes service SFU
and Goodacre said they have "horrendous schedules" — every half
hour at peak time, one each hour
during off time.
SFU president George Pedersen
approached B.C. Hydro transit in
the spring to discuss improving the
bus service but according to Good-
acre nothing was achieved. "B.C.
Hydro's, and now UTA's, biggest
excuse is the hill," said Goodacre.
SFU is on top of Burnaby Mountain.
"They (transit) say the bus engines aren't strong enough to take it
and they only have a few buses
which can make it up the hill. And
they tell us we're getting as good a
service as we can get."
College students
boycott banks
— Capilano College's student society has decided to boycott banks
with investments in South Africa
and will transfer its $70,000 account
to a credit union.
"Banks have a policy of lending
large amounts of money to South
Africa, which keeps thousands of
people oppressed," student society
Ubyssey roll of
honor goes on
and on and on
From page 1
government leader in the senate.
Poets Earle Birney and Tom Way-
man broke their journalistic teeth
on the paper before pursuing a different style of writing, while UBC
professors such as former classics
head Malcolm McGregor, Paul
Tennant of the political science department, associate arts dean Peter
Remnant and Walter Hardwick,
former deputy education minister
and current geography department
member started off their education
at The Ubyssey.
Although one former editor, currently working for the Vancouver
Sun, claims The Ubyssey has now
lost its sense of humor because
those writing for it are only interested in getting a job with the
commercial press, most of those
staffers interviewed by Cocking said
the paper has for decades been
regarded as one of the finest training grounds for journalism in
Canada. In fact The Ubyssey, often
referred to as a farm team for the
Sun and Province, does not have
any staffers connected with either
Despite cheap shots and criticism
levelled at the latest versions of The
Ubyssey by former staffers, or
pubsters as they were once
known, Cocking concludes his piece
on an uplifting note.
"The Ubyssey," he writes, "is
going to be around for a lot longer
yet, making things hot on campus,
scandalizing people off-campus and
along the way turning out many of
Canada's most entertaining,
brightest and toughest journalists."
officer Catherine Ludgate said. "If
banks are aware of what's going on,
they might clean up their act a bit."
Ludgate said she felt the boycott,
organized by the B.C. Students'
Federation, would make students
aware of world issues "instead of
confining them to classroom
Student society president Scott
Sudbeck voted against the boycott
because he said the move would be
costly for the society.
"Transfer of money will have no
effect because all banks are
chartered banks," he said. "When
you start shuffling money around,
you lose money."
The society currently has an account with the Toronto-Dominion
Bank, which invests in politically
repressive countries like South
Africa and Chile.
The boycott motion narrowly
passed by a 3-2 margin Sept. 18.
Society executive member
Stephen Howard said he felt it was
hypocritical for the society to print
news of the boycott in its student
handbook while at the same time
banking with the T-D bank.
BCSF staffperson Steve
Shallhorn said, "Our policy is that
students' money should not be placed in banks that deal with controversial countries like South
Africa. We don't think students'
money should be used to finance
that type of society."
The parking problem isn't as serious as the students claim, according to the coordinator of ancillary
services. Tom Bennett said the
parking spaces are oversold by approximately eight per cent and not
25 per cent as reported in the Vancouver Sun Thursday.
"It's not as bad as it looks," said
Bennett, explaining that many students who purchase parking decals
are not on campus full time. "There
is a parking problem, but it's not a
disaster as we expected it to be."
But Goodacre questions the statistics. "There was a lot of oversell
ing in the spring semester, well in
excess of 25 per cent in certain
areas," he charged. The traffic department admitted it had grossly
oversold the spaces available in the
spring, he said.
Goodacre is in favor of improving the bus service first. "We don't
need more parking on the hill," he
said. "We don't have the space for
that kind of thing. Besides, half the
mountain is going to be chopped up
with a research park."
One plan which came out of the
meeting was to start a shuttle service to the campus, with pickup
points at Lougheed Mall, Edmonds
Loop and Kootenay Loop, to assist
students who have missed buses or
haven't been able to get a place on a
full bus.
Other suggestions at the meeting
included: a call for more car pooling; temporary roll-out parking so
cars could park on some of the
grassed areas of campus; ferry-style
parking for students who follow a
regular 8:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m.
schedule; and a request that the university administration assign security patrol cars to shuttle students on
campus in the evening as UBC does.
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RESORTING TO PRIMITIVE METHODS, intrepid students of realism attempt 18th century re-creation of Texas
chainsaw massacre. Chains and bondage play large part as forestry student sacrifices log to Druid sawdust gods.
Young Fellini in cap follows script, sprinkling ketchup over appropriate areas. Today scene five will be filmed in
Doug Kenny's office when ax-murderer attacks large oak desk. Stay tuned.
J-school possible by '82
UBC could have a graduate journalism degree program in operation
by 1982, an English department
professor said Thursday.
Fred Bowers, who headed a committee which investigated the feasibility of a UBC journalism program, says the plan has received
preliminary approval from the arts
Although Canada currently has a
surplus of unemployed journalists
due to several recent newspaper
closings, Bowers said the need exists
for another journalism program.
He said the 1970 senate report on
the media recommended that at
least one university journalism program be established in each of Canada's major geographic regions, but
the Pacific region is still without
Bowers says the UBC program
would be open to all students with a
bachelor's degree in arts or science
and would lead to a master's degree
in journalism after about two years'
The 30 units of study would be
divided between workshops, studies
in Canadian journalism and courses
in a student's specific area of interest.
Bowers said the journalism program is currently in the hands of the
arts curriculum committee. After
more input is received from the
media industry, the faculty will consider giving the program final approval, he said.
However after arts approval is
obtained the journalism program
must still be accepted by the UBC
senate and then the Universities
Council of B.C., an administrative
body which acts as a buffer between
universities and the provincial government. UCBC approval is needed
because the program will require
new and separate funding, Bowers
Students slam sexist rag
OTTAWA (CUP) — Sexist content and humorous
stories about rape contained in a Carleton University
engineering students' newspaper has not amused the
campus community.
"Rape is an act of violence and anyone who finds it
amusing is not only insensitive but also condoning violence," said one student, who declined to be identified. "While there were some humorous articles this
one went beyond the bounds of good taste. It makes
light of rape."
The paper, called The Orifice, has also drawn the ire
of students' council, which intends to warn the engineers to clean up their newspaper.
But despite the protest, engineering students seem
unconcerned. "We don't have to restrict ourselves,"
said Pat Kelly, an engineer who has a seat on council.
"Nothing is sacred. It's good to laugh at things now
and then."
Orifice editor Gordon Jasechro said he hopes female
students will not be offended by the publication.
"Most students seem to like it," he said.
Members of the Carleton women's centre found
nothing to laugh about in the paper however.
"They (the engineers) feel they can publish anything
they want and then cry censorship" when someone objects, said centre member Jean Frances. "It seems a pity that there is not enough material for a paper so they
fill it with garbage."
While the newspaper was intended to be self-financing through advertising, no ads appeared and the $225
cost was covered by a loan from the engineering students' society.
According to Bowers, there is a
great need in Canada for reporters
specializing in local government, international relations, French Canada and science and technology. He
said more than 150 sources in the
media industry, faculty and other
universities have been consulted in
formation of the planned program.
Protests over
Kissinger go
OTTAWA (CUP) — A group at
Algonquin College which says
Henry Kissinger suppressed third
world governments through U.S.
foreign policy is unhappy about
him coming to Ottawa courtesy of
their school.
The former secretary of state in
the Richard Nixon administration
will be one of the speakers at a one-
day seminar at Ottawa's National
Arts Centre, sponsored by the Algonquin College Management Centre on Oct. 21. A group of anti-war
individuals are planning to protest
in order to draw attention to Kissinger's role in the violation of human rights in third world countries.
John Hamilton, Algonquin dean
of business, said Kissinger has been
included in the seminar because
"lots of businessmen would like to
hear what he has to say."
Hamilton said the seminar is not
for students, but planned for "clients of the management centre."
He said he was aware that some
people objected to Kissinger's presence.
"They're entitled to their own
opinions,"   he  said. Page 4
Friday, September 26,1980
Back to '50
Sometimes, sitting in our isolated office, we consider this possibility: that a large portion of the university has been swallowed up
in a huge time warp.
It's easy to delude yourself when you sleep all day and work all
night but still, the theory does every now and then gain credence.
How else can we explain away things like this year's leadership
conference and now, just when you thought it was safe to go back
to Camp Elphinstone, leadership conference II, also known as the
first year retreat?
It must be 1950. A shortage of cheerleaders, and not university
funding, fills the headlines. The goals of the administration and the
students are, of course, identical. And after a few drinks ifs easy to
see that the university really functions in the best interests of
everybody, right?
Well golly gee, Archie, we sure hate to spoil the party. But unfortunately UBC isn't Riverdale High any more. It's nice and easy to
live in a world where everything is black and white and all a first-
year student needs to get through his or her university education is
to be given the right "direction" by senior students and the administration.
But it isn't realistic. Neither is the first year retreat.
When professor Nathan Divinsky speaks on "Your Challenge for
the Future" ifs not likely the challenge to the first year students will
be to discover why very few of B.C.'s native Indians are students
here. It won't be to analyze why there are so few students whose
parents are working people from the East End are at UBC. It won't
be to force the university to divest itself of millions of dollars of
stock investments in companies which operate in the repressive
countries of South America or the racist government of South Africa. In the UBC of 1950 those issues do not exist.
When Alan Eyre explains what the board of governors at UBC
does ifs unlikely he'll say why it is that nearly all the provincial government appointees on it are big businessmen like himself. Ifs
doubtful he will ask them what having a board with a majority of
businessmen means for the university, its policies and priorities. Or
why the board of a public institution is not representative of the
community at large.
When Erich Vogt, vice-president of student and faculty affairs,
speaks to the new UBC students it won't be about why the university is consistently unable to find qualified Canadian scholars to fill
available positions and is "forced" to hire Americans and other
foreigners. He probably won't tell them why students have no say
in granting tenure to professors who can't be fired unless they
embezzle university funds.
But don't worry. Even if impressionable minds do get temporarily
lost in that tricky time warp, sooner or later they'll come to realize
the questions we could all ignore in 1950 won't go away in 1980.
And someone will have a lot to answer for.
September 26, 1960
Published Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays throughout the
university year by the Alma Mater Society of the University of
B.C. Editorial opinions are those of the staff and not of the
AMS or the university administration. Member, Canadian
University Press. The Ubyssey publishes Page Friday, a weekly commentary and review. The Ubyssey's editorial office is in
room 241K of the Student Union Building. Editorial departments, 228-2301; Advertising, 228-3977.
Editor: Verne McDonald
Steve Palmer viciously crunched his fist into the already pulpy face of Steve McClure. Wendy Cumming, Evan Mclntyre, Pat Ireland and Nancy Trott joined in with steel-toed boots, each kick shattering
a rib in the writhing bodies of Kerry Regier, Greg Fjetland and Grandee Engelhart. The Campbell clan,
Charles, Nancy and Doug sharpened their razors with glee, then began carving out the livers of Scott
and Verne McDonald, the hot red Wood spurting out as far as Pat Ireland. Evan Gill popped Gene
Long's eyeballs with two flicks of his thumb white Roes Burnett, Jan Bryant, Steve Rive and Gerre
Garvin quietly chuckled at the sight. Heather Conn with three skillful strokes of an axe got Eric Eg-
gertson. Glen Sanford and Stuart Davis with full-force crotch uppercuts, then drew their intestines out
through their prostates and draped them over hamburger-like corpses of Bill Tieleman, Gray McMullin,
Randy Hahn and Chris Fulker. "At least there's no objectionable sex," Julie Wheelwright said to Lori
Reader rips into reviewer
In Charles Campbell's review of
the Timothy Leary show 'Drug
messiah proves poorer comic than
pop philosopher,' (Sept. 19) we are
told that his 'stand up philosophy
routine at the SUB auditorium was
neither funny or enlightening. It
was tragic'
However, after reading the
review it is quite clear that the real
tragedy lies in Campbell's irrelevant
comments and his inability to attend to what Leary was saying.
As the review opens it is stated
that Leary "strode onto stage with
an affected Monty Python like
walk" and "twirled the microphone
cord like a stripper with a
stocking." Since it is obvious that
such a comment is totally irrelevant
to anything Leary was saying, the
only conclusion that can be drawn
is that Campbell wants to call Leary
This conclusion is further confirmed when he states that Leary
'flop(ped) so pathetically like a fish
out of water' and, when under a
photograph of Leary and a horse,
we are asked 'which is the ass? All
of this name calling is merely ad
hominen and only demonstrates an
inability to listen what another has
to say.
When Campbell does get around
to mentioning some of the content
of Leary's talk, again his inability
as a listener is displayed. For
although he points out that Leary
attacked 'God and Darwin with
equanimity' and goes on to quote
some of Leary's related satire, he
fails to have noticed why Leary
made such attacks and how they
related to each other.
Leary's whole point in criticizing
the Judeo-Christian concept of God
is that such a view caters to and supports the male dominated society in
which we live, god the 'Father' is a
dominant male who punishes His
disobedient children, who busts into paradise and throws out Adam
and Eve.
Thus here we have a prototypic
model for the authoritarian man of
the house who batters his wife and
throws his children out of their
home. And, in Leary's words, too
many families are ruled with the
male muscle and fist.
Related to this was Leary's attack
on the Genesis myth of creation, for
as is to be expected the first human
being was a male. When woman
finally appears it is only as an after
thought, a 'help meet' for the male.
She does not rest on equal foundation with her brother, for she is
created from him.
She owes her existence to the
priority of the male. And of course,
says Leary, it was that hip-
swaggling  temptress  that   got  us
kicked out of the garden. And she
has suffered ever since.
As Leary says, the whole story is
'comic book stuff, but as he also
stressed, there are people in the
twentieth century that still believe
Leary's criticisms of Darwin
which followed were unleashed for
the same reason. For although Darwin saw the inadequacies of the
Judeo-Christian story of creation,
his proposed view of the origin of
the species embodied the same picture of male supremacy that laden-
ed the earlier view.
With Darwin it was the active aggressive males which fought with
one another over the passive
female. Then once the female has
been impregnated all the male's
gametes fight with one another on
their way to the uterus to see who
will rape the ovum.
Leary pointed out that, contrary
to this popular male romanticism,
there is now evidence that the
ovum, far from being inert, actually
selects which sperm will fertilize it.
Further problems with the review
are evident when we are told that
"often his (Leary's) ramblings were
distorted versions of another's
views." For there is no way of
evaluating this claim unless some
specific examples are given — and
they are not. "He mucked.about
with Gerard O'Neill's speculation
on space migration," the reporter
tells us, but what does mucking
about with something have to do
with distorting it?
When, at the end of the review,
the reporter asks himself, "I
wonder if reality will ever bring him
crashing down," the naivete with
which he has approached Leary is
clearly betrayed.
If Campbell has listened to Leary
both at the Page Friday interview
which he attended and SUB presentation he would have heard him say
that we create the reality we are in.
If this is the view that Leary holds,
then to make the statement that
Campbell does is to beg the question, i.e., he is assuming the truth
of his own position in order to
criticism Leary's position.
Leary's theme throughout his
talk was the fundamental uniqueness and sovereignty of the individual. As he stated in the Page
Friday interview, this is the inevitable responsibility to "get in
control of your own body ... to
get in charge of your own brain."
One becomes what Leary calls the
"terminal adult" when he stops
allowing himself new experiences,
when he stops developing.
Therefore, when complaining
about Leary's stage mannerisms the
reviewer laments, 'This from a
former Harvard professor' and
feels 'pity at the tragedy of the mind
he has lost', he is exhibiting just the
kind of growth inhibiting attitude
that Leary sees as detrimental to
human self-actualization.
It is the attitude of one who is
embarrassed by human freedom, of
one who lives only for the sense of
the appropriate.
James Giles
Graduate Studies
Writer replies to reply
I was quite dismayed to read William Clark's comments re my article
on separatism of Sept. 12, 1980.
Much of what he stated was not
mentioned in the text of the letter.
For example, I did not mention
"the Chinese problem" anywhere,
though I really believe that the
numbers of foreign immigrants are
a matter of concern for all British
The fact is Mr. Clark, that the resources of this province belong to
the people who live here, not to
Canada (Ontario). Separatists only
know "how to make money and
how to steal?" Come, come now,
Mr. Clark. How can we steal what
is already ours? There is a limit to
how much "sharing" can go on in a
country like this one when one side
constantly sucks the other dry.
I do have a social conscience, but
I, and most British Columbians,
think that this liberal b.s. called
"responsibility for our fellow man"
can only go so far. I too am in the
faculty of arts.
"Also as B.C. is so beautiful
everyone in Canada would be
here," you say. Now I have heard
nonsense many times before, but
your statement takes the cake. I
won't dignify it with a response, but
it certainly gives a good idea what
kind of stuff the citizenry base their
voting behavior on at election time.
We owe the east nothing. Do you
really believe that you get value for
the 50 per cent of your tax dollar
that goes to Ottawa?
Equalization payments are nothing more than legalized extortion,
and I have no doubts that many
people would agree that we are only
our brother's keeper insofar as we
don't suffer ourselves.
That's half the problem with this
university; UBC is the only place in
the province where it is still slightly
daring to be a Liberal. You're behind the times, Mr. Clark.
Chris Fulker
arts 3 Friday, September 26,1980
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BCFL demands college course control
The position recently put forward
by the B.C. Federation of Labor
regarding the Capilano College
labor studies program (The Ubyssey, Sept. 12) can only be described
as mind boggling in its total arrogance and its basic contempt for the
educational process.
The Federation's main criticisms
of the Cap College program are
based on two points:
1) The federation and the Canadian Labor Congress don't control
the content;
2) The federation and the CLC
don't control who can enroll in the
program, i.e. members of non-affiliates are allowed to participate.
The reason for the first complaint
is, according to federation spokesperson David Rice, that if the
BCFL/CLC don't control the
course content "there is the likelihood some of the things you hear
won't be the policy of the federation and the CLC."
According to this philosophy the
purpose of labor education should
be for a group of people to sit
around like a bunch of automatons
and mouth various resolutions approved at various BCFL/CLC conventions.
There would be no room to discuss whether such resolutions are
correct or to discuss issues which
have yet to be scrutinized by the
federation or the CLC.
To people who believe that education is a process whereby people
exchange different views and engage in honest discussions of issues,
such a vision of the educational
process is unacceptable. If BCFL/-
CLC policies are indeed as infinitely
correct in their logic as their proponents claim, then they should
stand up to classroom debate.
The attempt by the federation
and CLC to limit who can enroll in
these publicly-funded courses is
particularly galling. We would have
thought that it is important to support on principle labor education
programs for working people, regardless of union affiliation or whether such workers are unionized or
The BCFL/CLC bureaucrats obviously view things differently.
They see access to educational programs as another way that they can
blackmail and intimidate workers
into joining the "House of Labor."
They want the government and
the taxpayers to join with them in
this ignoble cause by limiting enrollment in public educational institutions to only those who have "seen
the light" and accepted membership in the federation or the CLC.
There is, of course, no room in
this vision for workers preferring
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unions which in many cases have
better records of service to their
membership than their BCFL/CLC
Common sense would dictate
that, given the educational institutions' decades of neglect of the labor movement, organizations like
the federation would welcome the
Capilano labor studies program. A
bit of history is necessary to explain
why the common sense approach
does not meet with BCFL/CLC approval.
In 1977 the federal Liberal labor
minister John Munro introduced a
new tactic in his government's ongoing campaign to achieve tri-part-
ism, a system of high level decisionmaking involving government,
business and CLC labor leaders.
Munro signed an agreement with
the then CLC president Joe Morris
to provide that organization with
$10 million over a five-year period
for educational purposes.
Since becoming the B.C. conduit
for these monies, the CLC's Art
Kube has spent much of his time using this position to reward his
friends and punish his enemies in
labor education circles.
The federation initially avoided
this type of arrogant behavior but,
from Mr. Rice's comments, it seems
that this period of "restraint" is
now over.
Many members of our union
have taken various courses offered
in the Cap College labor studies series and their reaction has been very
positive. The calibre of the instruct
ors is very high and there is no question that their sentiments are clearly
There is no principled reason for
the federation's failure to endorse
the Cap College program. The most
charitable criticism that could be
made of the federation position is
that it is an exercise in petty politics
at the expense of working people.
There is one thing the people at Cap
College might think of after this latest outburst.
Possibly they could follow the
federation directive and design a
course solely for federation members. But why stop there? Why not
one for federation officers and full
time representatives only? May we
suggest the title Trade Union Principles 101?
John Bowman
research director
Canadian Association of
Industrial Mechanical and
Allied Workers
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from all readers.
Letters should be signed and
Pen names will be used when the
writer's real name is also included
for our information in the letter or
when valid reasons for anonymity
are given.
Although an effort is made to
publish all letters received., The
Ubyssey reserves, the right to edit
letters for reasons of brevity, legality, grammar or taste.
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'Tween classes
Hosdown with squars dancing. 6 p.n
Campus Csntrs.
Organizations! mssting, noon, Buch. 12S6.
Gsnsral mssting. noon. SUB 212.
Fs> osnes. 9:30 p.m., Gmd Csntrs bsiiuuiii.
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T.G.I.F. vossybst. 2:40 p.m.. Luthsran Campua
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Vstarsn Csnsdisn journalist Jsrsmy Boultbss
apssks on Tha irresponsibility of ths Western
mscas. noon. SUB 241k (Ubysssy officsl.
Gams against University of Calgary. 2 p.m..
Ganaral mssting. noon. SUB 215.
Gsnsrsi mssting, noon. SUB 212.
This is s new dub bsing formsd for muaicisns in-
Mjtsstsd in rock music to most, sxchsngs idsss
snd jsm on campus using svsssbkt practise
apses. Al inlsisstsd psrsons should contact
Msrk or Roman st 22SS44S, 9 a.m. to S p.m.
Ran: North Chins Communs. noon, Buch. 106.
N.B.: room Changs.
('Bird droppings)
The UBC men's soccer team will
be out to extend their undefeated
string this weekend.
With three games gone from an
eight-game schedule the 'Birds are
currently 2-0-1. Coach Joe Johnson
has said that because of the short
schedule, he is pleased that his team
has gotten off to a strong start.
The 'Birds ran into some injury
problems last weekend in their
games against Saskatchewan and
Alberta. Starting 'keeper Ben
Becker sustained a knee injury and
captain Eric Jones broke his nose.
Although Jones will be able to play
this weekend, Becker is lost for the
As Becker was the only goalie on
the 'Birds' roster, his loss has posed
problems for Johnson. David
Jones, a forward, filled in last
weekend, but Johnson says that he
is still on the lookout for another
The league-leading 'Birds play
the University of Calgary on Friday
and then meet the current Canadian
Collegiate Champions, the University of Alberta, on Saturday. This
will be the first time that UBC and
Calgary have met this year. The
'Birds and Alberta played to a hard-
fought 2-2 draw last Saturday.
Both games are at 2 p.m. on
Wolfson field.
Also in action at home this Friday is the UBC football team.
The Thunderbirds, currently 1-2
in league play, will be out to make
up for a loss last weekend against
Saskatchewan (34-10) when they
meet the University of Calgary
Coach Frank Smith said he feels
that the Dinosaurs, who are the current conference leaders with a 2-1
record, will give the 'Birds a tough
battle. Calgary has a strong offensive team with quarterbacks Greg
Vavra and Paul Colborne operating
behind the largest offensive line in
the league.
Smith is hoping that his squad,
the youngest UBC team in the past
seven years, will be able to rebound
from last week's disappointment.
At press time Smith had not yet
decided who the starting quarterback will be. He will decide between
Greg Clarkson and Dave Thistle.
Clarkson, who has led the 'Birds to
their only victory of the year against
Manitoba, was replaced by Thistle
at half time in last week's loss to
Game time is 7:30 p.m. at
Thunderbird stadium, under the
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hockey team travels to Edmonton
this weekend to play the first of
three tournaments that comprise
their season. The Thunderettes are
hoping for a successful season, especially after last Saturday when
the Thunderettes downed a strong
Washington State team 3-0.
Gams sgsinst Univsrsity of AJbsrta, 2 p.m.,
Wolfson fMd.
CV.C gym night. 8:30 p.m. War Msmorisl gym
Undercut dsnes featuring Rosdhouss country
snd m—stsiii music, 8:30 p.m., SUB caf star is.
Canadian beer svsisbk).
Wins and chssss party. 7:30 p.m.. SUB 212.
Gusst clsssss with Jspsnsss modsm dsnesrs of
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Gsnsral mssting snd sisction, 7 p.m.. Intsms-
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Worship with Eucharist st both ssrvicss, 9:30
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Roman Catholic/Luthsran dialogue:  Exploring
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Annual Sukkot opsn houss, noon, HM Houss.
Organizational   mssting   snd   bsroqus  dsnes
dsss, 7 p.m., SUB 207.
First of • asrisM on international development:
Chile — tiw most peinful hour, noon, Buch. 206.
Dinner fosowsd by discussion Studying ths Bible
part III — foot fstishss, 6 p.m., Luthsran Campus Csntrs.
Reading by Thomas Shspcott, winner of Can-
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Gsnersl meeting, noon, Grsd Csntrs gerden
room. Msmbsis onfy.
Singing, fellowship and praysr mseting, noon,
SUB 211.
General meeting, noon, SUB 130.
Speekers from Vancouvsr volunteer buresu and
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October 4
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Solar Energy Research Institute
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October 11
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October 18
Professor Stanley Coren
Department of Psychology
University of British Columbia
October 23
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October 25
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McGill University
November 1
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November 8
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November 15
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Geological Survey of Canada
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If Knowtton Nash leaves you
gnashing your teeth in anger with
the way international news is treated, you are not alone.
Jeremy Bouttbee, a veteran Canadian journalist currently teaching
at the University of Lisbon, says the
western media is completely irresponsible in its presentation of
news from abroad. Boultbee should
know — he's spent years working
for papers such as the Vancouver
Sun, the Toronto Star, the Toronto
Telegram and also for Maclean's
He says the western press consistently distorts its news coverage
of foreign events to slant it in favor
of the West and against the Third
World and socialist countries.
Boultbee says there is little difference between the censorship imposed on eastern bloc journalists
and the biased editorship western
journalists face.
Boultbee will be speaking today
at noon in The Ubyssey offices,
room 241k in SUB (second floor,
northeast corner).
Forestry frolics
The forestry undergraduate society will be out to defend its title as
UBC's most capable beer drinkers
in front of the SUB at noon today.
Boat races are the traditional climax to forestry week activities, and
a large turnout is expected. Any
four person teams can enter the
competition, and registration
doesn't close until the races begin.
While the boat races complete
forestry week as far as competitions
go, there's still the forestry dance to
consider. Roadhouse will be playing to any interested UBC students
at 8:30 p.m. in the SUB cafeteria
Saturday night.
"It'll be big," promise dance organizers.
Tickets are available from the forestry undergrad society or the Alma
Mater Society box office.
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Graduate Representative Assembly Coordinator; AMS
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Hey kids! Ifs time for
the Fleischers'frolics!
Oh boy kiddies, it's time for your
favorite cartoon show, and today
we've got Popeye, Olive Oyl, Wimpy, Grampy and Betty Boop. So
'warm up the old tube and we'll start
the projector.
Everybody who grew up with a
TV in their home will remember
Popeye, that famous sailor with his
can of trusty spinach and a voice as
salty as hardtack. But the names of
the Fleischer brothers have gone —
virtually unknown.
On Sept. 12 and 13 the Pacific
Cinematheque showed a series of
10 Fleischer cartoons much to the
delight of an audience of both
adults and children. For someone
who has been a fan of animated
film since childhood it was a rare
treat to see such detailed, humorous and well-crafted cartoons.
The Fleischer brothers Max,
Dave and Joe started their own
animation studio after Max saw
Windsor McKay's Gertie the
Dinosaur in 1915.
But McKay had spent two years
making this nine-minute film and
Max realized the need to devise a
method of tracing live action footage frame by frame to achieve lifelike motion.
Max, Dave and brother Joe set
up the first rotoscope, a vertical
light table mounted to a film projector which magnified onto a table
a single frame. The previous figure
was traced and a crank moved the
film to the next figure.
It took the brothers two years to
complete the film with Dave as the
central actor. Dave's figure was
traced after the film was processed
and then photographed again using
animated figures.
The brothers then moved on to
complete an experiment entitled
'Out of the Inkwell.' A month was
spent drawing the figures and another four or five to complete inking
the characters.
After a short stint at Paramount
Studios Dave left the studio in 1918
and Max left a year later to form
Out of the Inkwell studios which
was set up at the cost of $600 in a
New York basement.
With Max as producer, Dave as
director and Lou as the music director the Out of the Inkwell cartoons
were half live action shots and half
animation. Each epidode opened
with Max drawing Dave's character
Koko the clown and ended with
Koko being driven back into the inkwell until the next episode.
During this period the brothers
also developed the now famous
bouncing ball musical cartoons,
their first sound cartoon in 1926.
The next year Paramount Studios
offered to finance and distribute the
Fleischer cartoons and the brothers
foolishly signed away their rights to
the films and were only left with
copyrights to the original characters.
Though most people think of cartoons as kid stuff the Fleischers
produced their shows for adult audiences and were often shown as
shorts before feature films.
One of the Fleischers' most famous characters, Betty Boop, was
produced in 1930. Betty first appeared as half woman half dog but
she became human in her 1932 debut. Betty later became a source of
trouble because of her suggested
sexuality and Paramount Studios
cautioned the brothers to tone
down this human quality.
One of the reasons that the Fleischers' cartoons were not as popular as their Disney rivals was due
to their gritty quality. The films reflected New York in the 1930s with
their grey colors and bold inking,
but Disney chose to escape from
the realities of life with their light-
hearted, California-produced films.
The cartoons produced by the
brothers also reflected their interest
in machines and inventions. One of
the films from the Cinematheque
series, Christmas Comes Once A
Year features Grampy, an eccentric
inventor who visits a poor orphanage to cheer up the children's
Christmas. Grampy empties the kitchen of all its utensils and magically
turns them into tricycles, toy trains
and a hobby horse.
This obsession with machines
was also evident in a cartoon where
a typical country couple head into
the big city to visit the World's Fair.
As they enter they are invited to put
their pennies in machines dispensing everything from mechanical
dance partners to orange ju;ce fresh
from a tiny orange tree that grows
right before their eyes.
It is also clear that these movies
aren't really for kiddies. At one
point Mr. and Mrs. Hayseed pass
an automatic housemaker and as a
finishing touch a stork drops a baby
down the chimney. The woman
says wistfully "Isn't that
wonderful?" and her husband replies "No."
The pre-1934 Popeye managed to
get by the censors and often mumbled curses, wisecracks and puns
under his breath. When the cartoons began Brutus went under the
name of Bluto, a play on Disney's
dog Pluto but the name was changed.
Popeye was originally the creation of Elzis Segar who introduced
the famous sailor in his comic strip
Thimble Theatre. Max saw the cartoon first in 1931 and when others
protested that the character was
too ugly Max replied that the funnier he looked, the better he would
King Features syndicate allowed
Max to feature Popeye in one of the
Betty Boop cartoons in 1933.
Brother Lou found Jack Mercer to
do the voice but after the first session of reading the Popeye script
Mercer's voice was raw. He soon
adapted to the role and was Robin
William's coach in the upcoming
film version of Popeye.
Popeye's use of spinach had
been minimal in his Thimble
Theatre days, but when Paramount
saw Popeye digging into the vegetable in Fleischers' cartoon the
powers that were demanded that
spinach be used in every film.
Another distinctive feature of the
Fleischers' films were the three-dimensional backgrounds that added
an unique quality to their cartoons.
At a cost of between $10,000 and
$20,000 the brothers built elaborate
sets with two-dimensional characters on three-dimensional backgrounds.
Among their other achievements
the Fleischers developed a series of
cartoons that many have
speculated were the forerunner of
Hanna-Barbra's Flintstones. The
Stone Age cartoons depicted stone
age characters in modern situations
using stone-age inventions that
paralleled 20th century inventions.
But the show was not successful
and ran for only a year.
All of the Fleischers' short series
led up to the creation in 1941 of the
17-cartoon Superman show. The
cartoon was animated realistically
and though it was very costly Paramount decided the project was
worth the money and it went
Besides inventing the phrases
'faster than a speeding bullet,' and
'look, up in the sky,' it could be
argued that the Fleischer cartoons
were better drawn than the comic
book originals.
In 1941, after a feature film that
flopped and Paramount Studios
asked the brothers to take a cut in
pay, Max moved on to produce educational films in Detroit and Dave
moved to Hollywood and in 1942
was appointed head of production
at Columbia pictures.
Some of the animators who
worked with the Fleischers now
meet once a year to reminisce at an
event organized by Max's son,
But watching Fleischers' cartoons now brings a sense of sadness. The Fleischers captured and
produced something unique. Their
genius is evidently lacking in the
sterile Saturday morning flicks that
children watch now.
Research assistance thanks to
Grandee Engelhart.
POPEYE . . .Fleischers' famous seafaring sailor battles with a brutish Brutus.
Friday, September 26,1980
Page Friday 3 \out therel
Adventuring in the weird wilds
There's a land where the mountains
are nameless.
And the rivers  all run   God knows
There are lives that are erring and
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There   are   hardships   that   nobody
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There's a land—oh it beckons and
And I want to go back and I will.
Robert W. Service had the right idea as all
wilderness lovers will agree, but as the 1980s
roll on there are less and less unpeopled
valleys as more and more people venture out
past the city limits into the mysterious wild.
Jack Kerouac started something with his
pilgrimage to Desolation Peak in the
Cascades of Washington that has seen a recent revival via the 70s fitness fad. The result
is that close encounters of the wild kind can
be made with some very strange and peculiar
people out where one would expect to find
only sane, rational hikers.
There are those who are strange only
because they're ignorant. How many horror
stories have you heard about people "just
going for a stroll" on the North Shore moun-
* tains and ending up lost or dead at the bottom of Suicide Bluffs? These are the types
who think they're immune to accident and
take along (if they pack anything) a first aid
kit or a map or compass without really knowing how to use either at all.
The so-called fitness boom has compounded the problem as people who would
not normally do so turn to the outdoors for
healthy activities of all kinds.
One classic example typifies the problem.
Two young women in one of our mountain
parks went out for a day of horseback riding,
wearing only cut-offs and halters. They
returned almost physically ill and delerious
from bug bites.
There is no excuse for would-be Edmund
Hillarys to be ill equipped since in today's
marketplace there is a huge selection of
relatively inexpensive yet good quality gear.
The cause can only be that a lot of people
just don't take the outdoors seriously
But so much for the ignorant. There are
many other people out in the woods who are
just plain weird, from the guy bringing a gun
down from Black Tusk to the couple stumbling into camp after dark wearing sunglasses
and stoned to the gills on hash brownies.
Two personal incidents stand out in my
mind. The setting for the first was fork in a
dirt road near Kamloops. I was sleeping
beside the car in the wee hours of the morning after a pub crawl in the big 'K' (we didn't
have far to crawl). This of course did not
happen in the middle of nowhere (unless I
wanted to make another Kamloops joke) but
still illustrates a point. I was rudely awakened
by the screeching halt of a pick-up from
which Take It Easy was blaring at such an incredible volume that every loon within five
miles must now be stone deaf. I cautiously
peeked out from the safety of my sleeping
bag and watched this young chap in a ten-
gallon cowboy hat saunter out guzzling a
beer and cursing his friend asleep in the
camper part of the truck.
After a lot of noise and farting around this
guy determined which fork he wanted and
took off but not before he had
unceremoniously deposited his beer bottle in
the woods. A few minutes later as I was
foraging in the trunk, the truck returned, and
the young man stumbled out again, this time
minus the hat. It seems he had taken it off
the first time he'd been there and had placed
it on the top of the truck. When he had sped
off it had to (as he concluded) have fallen off
right near where I was sleeping.
"Fuck man, I need that hat. You haven't
seen it, eh?"
In fact, it was obvious he thought I had
seen it and strange game of verbal cat and
mouse developed. Over beer, a joint and idle
conversation he let it be known that he
"needed that hat man" and that it was worth
a quarter ounce to him. I carefully let him
know that I hadn't seen it and that I had a
friend asleep in the car. In the end it boiled
down to him actually offering to leave a
quarter ounce of pot behind a certain log if
when he came back later the hat was behind
said log. By this time the vibes were getting
downright scary.
After depositing another beer bottle into
the woods and lamenting over the fact that
he hadn't brought his gun "to shoot some
fuckin' ducks, man" this chap reluctantly
left. The thoughts I'd been harbouring of a
fight erupting were replaced with thoughts
of him returning while I was away and
slashing my tires. This lasted for only a few
seconds though, as he stopped about 500
metres along the road and hooted and
hollered and honked that he had of course
found his preciousss...
The second incident took place a little
closer to the middle of nowhere: the South
Boundary Trail in Jasper Park. Three of us
were trucking along, high on the sights and
smells when we stumbled (almost literally)
over a fellow resting in the shade of a
warden's cabin. We were interested in talking since he was only the second person
we'd seen in a week. He seemed to know
what he was doing but was suspiciously
vague about where he'd come from and
where he was going.
"Oh, thar's tracks an' trails goin' all over
the place out here an' in the foothills," he
told us.
So we left him still sitting in the shade and
there was nothing peculiar in the encounter
except that later one of our party said that he
had had a strange feeling about the guy and
BLACK   MOUNTAIN   . . .   fitness  boom  compounds problems of the wild kind.
looked back to see if the guy was following
us, thinking he might rob us. The truth of the
matter came out when we finished the trek at
the highway. The warden there told us that
this guy had, just after seeing us, held up a
warden at gunpoint and stolen his horse.
Furthermore, he was an escapee from a mental hospital in Edmonton.
Is it me? Do I bring these close encounters,
these terrible twilight zone occurences upon
myself? I think not. Rather the great outdoors is no longer the haven it once was — it
has become a home to the really weird and
wired. I leave you with these words by Service:
It's the great, big broad land
way up yonder.
It's the forest where silence
has lease;
It's the beauty that fills me
with wonder.
It's the stillness that fills me
with peace.
It's the urban backpacker that
makes me ponder
Why Eagles fans would want
to shoot geese.
In the mountains with dogs and Tolkien
It was a hot day. Perhaps the clear sky and
soothing heat enhanced the experience to
the point of bias, but the Sunday that Dillon
and I forged our way up Black Mountain was
a Utopian frolic along the lush growth and
warm outcrops of a superb hiking trail. While
the trail itself was enticing, the view that
awaited me on the crest of the mount induced a desire to climb higher and higher until I
could somehow catch a perspective of the
entire world in micro-motion. But that damned Dillon just was not in a good mood, and
having to chastise him every ten strides
somehow spoiled the glorious ascent.
Here was a malamute bom to tame the
wild country, wimpering uncontrollably at'
each turn of the trail. Perhaps cruelly, we had
him saddled up to carry our bagels and juice
to the summit but, after all, he was supposed
to be a pack dog and should have upheld his
role with dignity. Dillon: brave hound of eter
nal wilderness. Instead, my cries of "Mush!
Mushl" were answered only with whines and
increased salivation from the muzzle of that
uncooperative brute. Yes, a human did indeed end up carrying his saddlebag. I was
sure his snout sprouted a sly grin after this
and pace picked up rather considerably.
The Black Mountain trail begins in thick
forest, following an old logging road up a
mellow incline. It's not the most exciting segment of the hike (count the rings on the alder
trees). Gradually, though, you emerge into a
Tolkien world of Douglas firs and soft,
luminous sunlight filtering through the
greenery overhead. Struck by the surreality
of the silver dust particles in the sun's rays I
half expected Elrond to appear from behind a
fir and invite me back to Rivendell
comfortable in those woods — no
undergrowth to hinder your progress and the
temperature just cool enough to kill the
sweat on your cheeks. Sanctuary.
Suddenly, an ominous sign looms ahead:
Steep Terrain Beyond This Point or some
such gibberish. But Dillon and I know better.
We sally forth in grim determination and find
the grade quite negligible. In fact, for someone in reasonably good shape, the trail is
only a brisk walk — which may explain the
difficulty we had achieving the Eagle Bluffs.
We struggled up the winding trail, discerning
teasing panoramas behind our backs. Only
the knowledge that conquering the tree line
ensures a fantastic view drives us upward.
Rest and sweat, rest and sweat. If only I'd
tied some Gatorade to that dog's collar.
Finally I pull Dillon over the crest of the first
outcrop and collapse beside him, staring at a
mass of blue above. This stark facing is the
true reward of the climb. The actual summit
is anti-climactic: a glimpse of Cypress bowl
and the protruding Lions a few miles distant.
The Eagle Bluffs overlook, well, just about
While Dillon finds shade and solace in a
shrub, I perch blissfully on a rock and contemplate: the Island, the city, the Fraser
Delta, Horseshoe Bay, Howe Sound and the
white dots in the bay drifting past the ferry.
I'm inspired to run up the West Lion and try
to look right over the top of Vancouver Island
but the delirium passes and I lie content,
engulfed by this awesome vision, delighting
in the whiskey-jacks.
Oh nol I think I see the French approaching from the eastern face, but it's only
a hiker in hot-pink shorts taking pictures of
his mate in the raw. And what better place to
do it, I ask, focussing more directly on the
phenomenon. Up here — the sky parched,
the rock dry — bare yourself to the fire of the
mountain, watch the land make love with the
sea, the city with the people and feel the exultation of this trail which leads you to this
very point, this very scene. Yesl Black is
Page Friday 4
Friday, September 26,1980 Vancouver hikers find
Mount Rainier snow
For someone used to hiking our local
mountains the climb up Washington's Mt.
Rainier presents an entirely different dimension in mountaineering. The snow, the rocky
bareness that makes up no more than the last
push up to the top of Brunswick or Crown is
with you from the moment you leave your
The climb begins at 5,000 feet where most
local mountains end. Between the parking lot
at Paradise lodge and the howling wind at
14,488 feet on the peak you see only snow-
fields and glaciers torn by crevasses and separated from each other by crumbling black
volcanic rock.
The climb is not technical but it is necessary to rope up when crossing the glaciers so
a harness and climbing rope are needed, as
well as an ice axe, crampons, and a pair of
thick dark, glacier goggles.
The first day we drove to the lodge from
Vancouver. We arrived at three in the afternoon and hiked across a wide snowfield up
to the 8,000-foot level. At the parking lot we
were in fog but as we approached our first
night camp we came above it. We camped
on the lee side of an outcropping of rock, all
alone, two tents pitched on terraces cut into
the slope of the snow field.
Below there was a vast plain of cloud
broken only by the peak of Mount Adams
and the gutted crater of Mount St. Helens. I
felt elated as I ate some rich slop out of a tin
pot and watched this bright world fade and
glow; turning from blue to white and
deepening into purple, orange and pink.
The first day was quickly over. The hike in
the fog, a marmot we saw in the mist below
seemed to belong to a different day. And
then the two, three hours in this bright other
world I had never imagined. I didn't really
sleep well; uncomfortable and excited, I tossed all night.
The next morning nothing had changed.
The cloud lay below us like a fixed part of the
landscape. The glare off the snow was intense. We continued hiking up the snowfield
for about half an hour until we came to Camp
Muir, a collection of huts which marked the
beginning of the Cowlitz glacier.
This camp is used by guided parties and in
bad weather by the people who would otherwise have tented. We reached Muir in a haze
of sweat, relieved to get off the snow which
was by now slushy and slippery and not at all
pleasant to walk on.
It was here that we broke up for the first
time to cross the glacier.
There was something unpleasant about
Camp Muir. The black rock is hot and the
huts looked damp, fetid and ugly with
their tin roofs. There were always people
around, on the way up, on the way down,
and they seemed to be scrutinizing every
move you made as you tied your harness for
the first time.
There was something stagnant about the
place and I felt impatient to go on. I mentioned this to one of the group members and he
told me a story: "One time we got this far,
just this far, and there was a howling blizzard
and we were happy to sit in those huts as
miserable as it was with some people trying
to sleep because they were going to give it a
try later and others, cooking and the door
flapping open every two minutes."
Anyway, the door flaps open and in walks
this guy from . . . where was it? Tennessee
or Alabama — some place in the south —
who'd never been on a mountain before and
just hiked up to see what it was like, just to
Muir because he didn't have any equipment
to go any further.
We talked to him and he was really excited
and interested in all the equipment and
everything, and he talked to us like we were
heroes or something.
And you know, when we got to the lodge
and checked into our room the woman said,
"Oh, there's a bottle of champagne here that
a man left for you." It was him.
The plan for this second day was for resting. We would only go from our first camp
below Camp Muir to the head of the Inger-
ham glacier above Muir.
This was a new way of doing the climb for
our group. The idea was that our bodies
would have a better chance to adjust to the
altitude by doing the climb in short chunks.
We crossed the Cowlitz glacier between
Camp Muir and the Ingerham glacier where I
saw my first crevasse, stopped for a leisurely
lunch on the rock between the glaciers, and
then hiked for another up the Ingerham glacier where we made our second camp.
The final climb to the peak requires crossing the Ingerham glacier and getting up onto
a short ridge called the Cleaver. From there
you just keep climbing straight up to the top.
The route was steep and crooked as we
picked our way through the crevasses. The
safest route, which is constantly changing as
the ice shifts, is marked by the guides with
bamboo wands.
Even this relatively "safe" route involved
crossing three snow bridges which meant
that each person on the rope was belayed by
the others as he crossed the bridge.
These bridges get soft and unreliable in the
full sun so climbers try to get up to the peak
and back down again before the full heat of
the day has set in. This in turn means leaving
your final camp at about 2:30 a.m.
I was sleeping fitfully again, telling myself I
should sleep, and worried that I'd be too
tired, but at the same time excited and eager
to go on.
So far, in the midst of one of the worst
summers I can recall, we've had perfect
In the middle of some tangled reveries I
heard voices as clear as if they were standing
right beside me. A woman asked a man what
time it was and he answered "2:45." It was
time; we'd overslept. In the darkness I
groped for my flashlight, put it in my mouth,
and began putting on boots and clothes and
getting my gear together. I stepped outside
the tent and discovered where the voices
were coming from.
Away below I saw a string of tiny lights
winding their way up the glacier. It must
have been a group coming up from Camp
They are wearing head lamps that miners
wear to see their way in the dark. Except for
their voices all was very still. The moon was
sinking in the west and to the east there was
a faint glow beginning.
We ate quickly and hurried off so as not to
get stuck behind the large group approaching us.
It felt very good to be there, it was cold
and bright and made you feel very alive. That
kind of feeling can't last very long and eventually all the shades and colors of the dawn
were wiped out by the intense white glare cf
the snow and the deep blue-black sky.
It was at this point that I lost track of time.
I felt unable to think about anything except
the immediate situation in front of me, to
concentrate on keeping going.
You sweat, the snow hits soft and your
breath gets short. Despite all your training
your chest is pounding and you are plodding
along one foot in front of the other.
The first snow bridge: this was it; now I
had doubts about the wisdom of the whole
trip, what if, what if? I tried to imagine what I
would do in every imaginable configuration
of disaster. I didn't like this.
When it was my turn to cross I walked
fast, looking not to right or left (and certainly
not down) with that irrational feeling of
"thinking light." Later I developed more confidence and the procedure of belaying each
other seemed to go more smoothly.
We crossed the last bridge with great elan
It was like being in a plane, the whole
world seemed to be at our feet. I wasn't tired
anymore, I wasn't worried, I just wanted to
get to the top.
We continued hiking and we saw a group
of people up ahead; it was the crater rim. The
last push to the peak was a bit of an anti-climax because the route led to the lee side of
the rim.
To get to the highest point you have to
cross the top of the crater and walk up the
other side. The crater is huge inside, about
the size of four football fields. We crossed it
and then climbed slowly to the top. As soon
as we stepped onto the top of the crater rim
we were hit with a tremendous and steady
We could see Mount Baker to the north
and Mount Jefferson to the north in Oregon.
To the west we could see the mountains of
the Olympic Peninsula and at their feet the
flat glare of Puget Sound. I was very happy.
It was a long trip down, especially the first
stretch back to our camp. I could see why so
many more mountain accidents happen
when people are going down. At this point
you feel that it's all over and you have to
force yourself to be just as attentive crossing
the crevasses going down or you were going
You want to eat real food again, and the
heat conjures up cold glasses of beer which
you know are waiting at the lodge; but you
have to be patient.
We had a slide night last week. We all
showed our pictures and discussed the trip.
There had been some talk before that because the perfect, definitive you might say,
the big traverse beckons to Vancouver hikers.
and I was so very happy.
I seemed at that point to snap out of the
daze of fear and fatigue I was in and to start
enjoying the trip again. We stopped and I
turned around — the view. I realized I hadn't
been looking at anything but the snow in
front of me since the sunrise.
Rainier trip, had been done it was time to
climb something else. "You want to go
again?" someone asked. "Sure, sure, we'll
go again—but you have to bring someone
new; that's what makes it interesting now,
taking up someone who's never been
Friday, September 26,1980
Page Friday 5 Long journey falls short
The Freddy Wood Theatre did
about the best that could be done
with Eugene O'Neill's Long Day's
Journey Into Night last Friday.
Long Day's Journey is rarely performed now, with good reason. It is
nearly four hours long, and very,
very boring.
The play is autobiographical, and
deals with the lost illusions of the
four major characters; but the time
could be spent reading Balzac on
the same subject. Balzac does not
have his characters endlessly telling
each other to shut up.
Long Day's Journey Into Night
by Eugene O'Neill
Frederic Wood Theatre
As I said, the company did the
best possible with the vehicle at
hand. There are some fine scenes,
and it is worth snoring through the
tedious intervals to see, for example, the confrontation between
father and son near the end.
Young Edmund Tyrone, played
by Roy Vine, is a frustrated poet,
and his father James Tyrone (Antony Holland) is a terrific miser. Edmund has just faced the reality of
his own tuberculosis, and in this
scene his father bares his own
miserliness to himself and his son
for the first time.
The two constantly keep some
object between them, a chair, a
table, or whatever, as if to remind
them of the barrier separating
them. Ultimately they end up hating
each other across this barrier, each
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think except at the end, when he is
crushed by that act.
The Edmund of Vine is by contrast very inward-looking, almost
Byronic in his dreamings. What his
father accomplishes by grand outward gestures, Edmund achieves
with the tiniest movements.
At one point the importunate servant woman is trying to get Edmund to do something; Edmund is
reading, and simply does not wish
to notice her. The only sign he gives
of her presence is a very slight
drawing of his book towards
himself. This small motion serves to
consolidate his armor, to display his
displeasure, and to convey his
uneasiness behind his armor all
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Edmund's brother James Jr. was
ably portrayed by Morris Panych. It
is not a difficult part for most of the
play, as Jamie is little more than a
swaggering braggart who boasts of
his love for his brother. But the moment when he destroys this illusion
by drunkenly confessing his hateful
rivalry had me on the edge of my
The boy's morphine-addict
mother Mary was played by Alma
Thery. Her vacuity was perhaps too
self-conscious to be convincing,
but her pain was very real.
The cast as a whole shared one
flaw, which is common to theatre
and film almost everywhere: they
did not recognize the value of the
pause. What Mozart said of the rest
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little break in the flow, or a lingering
on a point, can make the audience
sweat with excitement. Action
without pause, on the other hand,
just leaves you tired.
And after four hours of O'Neill
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Friday, September 26,1980 Middle age film mediocre
There are no surprises in Middle
Age Crazy. It doesn't break any
new ground as it rehashes the old
theme of a middle-aged man
wondering if he can still cut it with
the chicks. Two lines from the
theme say it all: "A young thing
beside him that melts in his
hands/He's middle age crazy trying
to prove he still can."
Middle Age Crazy
Directed by Paul Trent
Playing at Vancouver Centre
Bruce Dern plays Bobby Lee
Burnett, a contractor who has
made his fortune building taco
stands. "Sex-kitten" Ann-Margret
plays his dutiful wife. Sue Ann.
Some of the other main characters
are named T.R., J.D., and Betty
Jean. As you have probably guessed by now the film is not set in
The movie opens in the bedroom
of Bobby Lee and Sue Ann with the
required amount of moaning and
groaning. Sue Ann yells "Bingo!"
when she hits the "big 0".
According to a jubilant Sue Ann
they have matched their all-time
record — five "bingos."
Somewhere between the fourth
and the fifth "bingo" Bobby Lee
has turned forty, and for the next 15
minutes of the show little else happens other than a group of his
friends getting together at his birthday party who keep reminding him
that he has finally hit forty.
The movie relies on overstatement to tell us that not only is Bobby Lee worried about getting old,
he is also tired of all the responsibilities that come with being a
middle-aged man who is supposed
to have all the answers.
Bobby Lee's escape from responsibility is facilitated by his fantasizing. His fantasies don't take shape
until he spies a girl in tight white
jeans in the Porsche showroom in
Houston. Nancy (played by Van-
couverite Deborah Wakeham) immediately becomes the object of his
Bobby Lee trades in his three-
piece suit for a silk shirt and blue
jeans (Western style, of course) and
his Chevy Oldsmobile for a $40,000
Porsche 928, and takes off for
Dallas with his foreman J.D. By
chance he encounters Nancy a second time. She is one of the Dallas
Cowboy cheerleaders.
Nancy is Bobby's fantasy come
true. She says, "why don't we cut
all this bullshit and go up to my
place?" She wants a relationship
with "no big hangups, no responsibilities, no strings." But, as Bobby Lee discovers, "if you have no
strings, you have no people."
Middle Age Crazy is not a progressive movie. Neither the women
nor the men deviate from their
stereotypic roles. Perhaps a more
appropriate title might be "Middle
Class Crazy" as it reflects middle
class values to the detriment of
what might otherwise have been a
good movie.
Bobby Lee is expected to have
the answers to all of the problems
of his wife, his son, his mother and
his sister. In the end he comes to
terms with his "masculine destiny
and learns to take his responsibilities like a man." Sue Ann
wants to be a good wife for Bobby
Lee. She makes sure they have a lot
of sex so he won't "have to go
looking around." Nancy and the
Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders aren't
people but "first class pussy."
The acting is mediocre to fair.
Ann-Margret and Bruce Dern are
credible as Sue Ann and Bobby
Lee, but they are playing the same
roles they have been playing for
years. Ann-Margret is a sexpot and
Bruce Dern — despite many press
releases to the contrary — is still
playing the psycho. There are
moments in Middle Age Crazy
where he looks positively deranged,
even though the script only calls for
him to act a little crazy.
Middle Age Crazy probably won't
be popular enough to warrant a
long run in Vancouver, so my guess
is that if you still want to see the
movie, you'd best see it soon. If
you take my advice, though, you'll
stay home and save yourself the
four dollars.
DERN . . . and Ann-Margret playing 'bingo' under the covers.
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Page Friday 7 \out therel
Roughing it in 'skitter country
Our traverse for the day promised
to be a good one: a fair, not extreme rate of descent, virgin timber
not yet mauled by the logging company, and along the creek edge a
fair tumble of boulder and rock.
Even the weather indicated a good
day with only wispy high cirrus
marbling the azure.
Gently our Hughes 500D hovered
down and, as the skids touched
firmly, my companion and I alighted
from the machine. We walked forward along the skids and stepped
onto the harsh, real granite. Then
we crouched right beside the miraculous machine that blew and lifted
itself off the clutching Mother
Earth. With the pilot steady at the
joystick, it rose rapidly and disappeared from our sight.
"Where the Hell are we?" I
shouted at Bull as soon as the
choppers' buzz had faded to a fly.
"Pretty damn close," said Bull
and we flashed happy smiles at
each other. "Looked pretty good
from the air," said Bull.
"Always does. Think I'll have a
cookie," I said, opening my pack.
"Ah, shit," I said slapping at my
arm, "looks like 'skitter country.
Time for the bug juice."
"Yuh, teeth like chainsaws."
And in a moment, the
preliminaries complete, we
shouldered our packs and commenced the day's work.
"Get a sample here," I said.
"Yeah, you get it."
"No way. I'm carrying the axe."
"Bullshit, you lazy bastard."
And so forth. Of course the
comeuppance of this was only
dividing the labour evenly, which
consisted of taking samples of silt;
the mud generated by the swash
and tumble of water over rock.
These silt samples were bagged and
tagged and sent to the assay lab in
Vancouver. The grand theory
behind it was that the silt was
representative of the bedrock types
all the way back to the creek
source, including any ore bodies
that lay on the creekbed or one of
its tributaries.
Any anomolous readings the lab
reported would be checked out by
us the field crew.
Bull, good Bull Simson, stooped
at the creek edge and submerging
his great hand extracted a silt sample. Bull was a big, heavy kid,
vociferous and initially appearing to
be less endowed with thinking
skills; but he was usually capable of
amazing us other guys with an
astute observation or such. We
were fine friends.
With our first sample collected
we headed downstream. It was
really a great way to do a little hiking. This high-tech machine would
drop us off at the highest point of
elevation and we would start
downstream, in no particular hurry,
doing our duty to the company as
well as taking leisurely lunches and
not hesitating to stop for a few
minutes if the desire moved us. The
day would pass, sometimes too
quickly, or if the country was steep
and formidable, then the helicopter
couldn't come early enough.
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beautiful. We were in a narrow, verdant valley, squeezed in between
two grey granite giants rising fractured and worn but not yet yielding,
ancient enough to earn snow-white
fringes on their lofty peaks. We in
our valley lay in shadow. The sun
had not yet crested the shielding
mountain but its fierce halo radiated
up from behind making our valley
seem darker than it was in fact.
Slowly we moved down along
the creek edge. It's a novel experience to a city dweller to walk in
the wilds, where the path is not
smooth and regular, cement
squares laid butt-end to end,
unyielding and straight beneath the
feet. Where we walked eye-foot coordination was more important
than eye-hand. The eye by nec-
cessity had to guide the advancing
foot to a secure rest. If one's attention wavered for a moment from
this task then down one came. You
couldn't always be sure of your
step. Was that rotten log strong
enough? Will my boots hold on that
moss? Sometimes even 'where is
the ground?' The undergrowth was
so rich and so thick. Today on our
creek, the Nickneuclonick, though
the underbrush was not light, it was
of no concern. Our path led along
the boney and bare creekbed.
As we walked Bull and I talked
back and forth, occasionally
bursting into song. It was true we
acted mad sometimes. The bush
seems to do that. There are no conventions, just you and your buddy
and sometimes when the little voice
inside gets tired, then whoee! Away
you go, howling like a mad dog. Of
course you watched your buddy
when one of these bouts came over
him. I remember one day when I
was booting down the creekbed
leaping from one boulder to
another, Bull, who was inclined to
be rather awkward, finally caught
up to me when I waited for him. His
ruddy face dripped sweat from the
end of his nose and his poor shins
were bruised by the unyielding
rocks. He grabbed me by the throat
and pinned me to the bank. He was
kidding and he was serious but I
wasn't sure which was in greater
"Listen, you bastard," Bull said
breathing hard, his face mere inches from mine, "we're going to
walk on the bank like real people.
We're not going down this fucking
creekbed anymore."
"Sure, Bull, "I said easily, "sure,
we'll walk down the bank."
But that was just Bull. You really
can't blame him.
We stopped for another sample
and this time I grabbed it, reaching
into the cold clear creek, lifting
out the silt by one scooped hand.
Then we sat for a few minutes. I
considered that a big plus of this
job, having no boss to order us
about. Of course we did have a party chief we were responsible to but
his influence was rather meager and
remote, especially now as we
lounged on a mossy bank slapping
mosquitoes. The mosquitoes were
still sluggish from the morning chill
but with the morning sun their activity and numbers would increase
as more of their brethren, and
black-flies, horse-flies and no-see-
ums joined them from the breeding
swamps. We moved on.
"We should be out by noon," I
shouted back to Bull sometime an
hour after drop-off. Today was not
a usual day in this respect. Usually
the chopper would carry us far
afield and return later for us. But today our valley ran into the main
Bella Coola valley where our base
camp lay and Bull and I had been
dropped off low enough on this,
the Nickneuclonick, to easily walk
out in three or four hours. Now,
looking at the topographic map I
had re-assessed this ETA by an
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or boulders, impossibly large and
immobile. By retreating into the
woods and skirting these obstacles
we lost a little time.
The first rays of sunlight, lambent through the trees but warm,
reached us now, eliciting rising
plumes of vapor from the logs and
rocks, illuminating dear cobwebs,
hung out with drops of dew.
Perhaps I was more sensitive to
these matters than Bull (he stepped
on frogs) and I wondered
sometimes if he realized what truly
rich and marvelous country we prospected. The country defies
description: it exceeds the mind's
eye and Bull I suppose had become
jaded to it all. Now he looked forward only to getting out by noon
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woods. I looked back to Bull
lumbering along and thought of
how he wasn't made for the
We came now to a long stretch
where the grey granodiorite bedrock reached to the surface free of
overburden. The creek had sluiced
its way over this rock since time
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smooth twisting forms, ripples and
deep potholes. It was as though a
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doused with streams of hot water. I
was so heartily impressed with this
natural wonder I burst into song:
"Super-Natural . . ." Bull looked at
me and shook his head.
"Whoee, Dad, we're nearly out."
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Friday, September 26, 1980 \music'drama\
VSO sacrifices depth for thrills
The Vancouver Symphony
displayed some improvement over
last year, but their first concert of
the season on Sunday was basically
the same old orchestra under the
same old conductor.
The most exciting orchestra
moments came in the Boccherini
Cello Concerto in B Flat, with
Leonard Rose playing the solo.
Rose, with his old Amati cello,
simply could not produce a big
enough sound to property fill a
modern concert theatre, as his instrument is still fitted to its original
Baroque specifications. This is fine
for chamber music, but not for a
symphony orchestra.
Rose's performance was disappointing. As well as producing
much too quiet a tone for the Orpheum, his intonation and phrasing
were very sloppy for someone of his
reputation. The Boccerini concerto
he played, as well, is written by a
cellist for cellists and for most people it is not a very interesting work.
Surprise! Akiyama restrained his
orchestra to match Rose's delicate
tone, and though one had to listen
carefully to hear anything at all, it
was clear and balanced.
This astonished me, as I am used
to Akiyama conducting as if he
were trying to bury the soloist
under mounds of sound. Last year
this sort of careful and considerate
playing occurred only sporadically;
perhaps Akiyama was trying
something new on, as it were, and
plans to continue in this new trend
of delicacy. If this is so, let me wish
Akiyama all encouragement.
Akiyama began a move away
from his usual bombastic interpretations as well. Of course there
was the Boccherini, but Brahms'
Haydn Variations were warmly
done without stooping to
showiness, especially in the big
final variation.
Richard Strauss is a different
matter; his Also Sprach Zarathustra
eagerly invites bombast, with its
eight horns, massive percussion,
and enormous tuttis. In the past
Akiyama has shown uncharacteristic restraint with this
work, aiming for thoughfulness (in
the Nietzschean sense) rather than
big noises.
Sunday, being the season
opener, needed a showpiece. So
we had a brash, bold Zarathustra.
Even the opening World-riddle, for
example, which Akiyama used to
keep to an almost quiet mystery,
came out on Sunday like a World-
This is all very well and exciting,
but once the crashing and banging
is over, then what? It's much better
when taken slowly and broadly, so
that one can feel where the ten
sions are coming from and going to
in the music, instead of experiencing an exhilarating rush and nothing
else. Afterwards one has something
to think about.
The cello section should be a
model for the rest of the strings.
Their ensemble was almost
flawless, and their vibrato was
dean and could be heard almost as
one, all moving together, audible
clearly even in large tutti passages.
By contrast with the cellos which
get better every year, the violins
seem actually to be losing
something. I write "seem" because
they responded admirably in the
Boccherini, though in the Brahms
and Strauss the rule was a muddle
of contrasting bowing, muddled
ensemble and irritating intonation.
I know critics are supposed to be
omniscient, but I can think of no
good reason for the violins' odd
behavior, except that Boccherini is
a lot easier to play than Richard
Strauss, excluding the solo.
So in the end of it all, we had
heard a friendly set of Haydn Variations, a delicate little Boccherini
concerto, and an exciting
Zarathustra, if not one to raise the
dead. It could lead to another
season of alternation between
boredom and great crashing noises,-
or it may mean Akiyama is working
up to something less ephemeral.
ROSE . . . disappointing cellist with VSO
Mimes make the right moves at Market
Silence really can be golden, I
decided after viewing performances
at Vancouver's Mime Festival. This
five-day event (Sept. 16-20) involved a series of workshops and productions staged by professional Canadian mime artists to create a
greater understanding of their unique art.
Vancouver's Mime Festival at the
Arts Club Theatre in Granville Island
marked the Second Annual Canadian Mime Festival, in which
troupes participate from all across
the country. (Axis Mime Theatre
[B.C.], Mime-Light [Alta.], Adanac
Mime Co. [Ont.], Mime Omnibus
Inc., La Grosse Valise [P.O.], and
several others.)
Quebec's La Grosse Valise, a collective mime based outside Montreal performed On Livre a L'annee,
short scenes which describe the
stages in the creation of a book. Beginning with the inspired writer
who approaches an arrogant editor
with his novel, Quebecois mime artists Sylvie Oaigle and Sylvain
Emard successfully interpret various characters and processes involved in the making of a book.
Next, adorned in rainbow-colored
eye glasses, Sylvie silently portrays
the eccentric painter who illustrates
the book. With a multitude of facial
expressions and quick, innovative
gestures, which are so characteristic of mime, Sylvie and Sylvain
create an imaginary printing office.
Here, as the morning shift begins,
the printers appear half asleep (or
completely hungover) as they shuffle mechanically through their
The next scene certainly displays
mime's versatility when Sylvie portrays the typical book buyers. She
mimics first an old woman who
delves through her purse to find her
change, and then a school girl who
tries to steal the book by stashing it
in her pocket.
The final scene is set in a library.
where after stumbling up and down
flights of stairs, getting lost in the
stacks of books, and avoiding the
silent rebuffs from the librarian, the
student, sweaty and breathless, finally retrieves his treasure — the
In between scheduled performances, several mime artists performed silent skits and improvisations in Granville Island Square, and
delighted their audiences, especially when they picked participants
Amidst children licking ice cream
cones and adults sipping capuc-
cino, these artists, with their simple
gestures, evoked spontaneous
lightheartedness and laughter,
which enhanced this colorful fall attraction. For those of you who
missed the Mime Festival, not to
worry. Both the Metro and the
Robson Square Theatres have
scheduled mime productions for
Bluesman's crisp blues good news
GOLDEN SILENCE . . . mimes delight audience.
Glistening Portraits of sable-white
Framed by the landscape of the dark, empty night
Shifting spectres pursue the light
Forced again into darkness and out of sight.
A child's shrill cry rings
In the brains of those about to die
The heartbeat slows to a painful stop
And the child within flies away
A spectre in the shifting light.
— Pat Ireland
It might be a rejuvenation of the
spirit of the blues. It might be the
abundance of students in the city
with the housing "blues." It has to
be something drastic for promoters
to feel confident booking Muddy
Waters, Big Miller, James Cotton,
Ray Charles, Jimmy Witherspoon,
Paul Butterfield and B.B. King all in
the space of thirty days. If King's
Sunday concert at the Orpheum indicates the current spirit of the
blues, or the zeal of those who
listen to it, the promoters have little
to worry about.
Eight o'clock and out step ten
spiffy dressers who look like they
mean business — six sporting shiny
brass instruments, the rest oiling up
the smooth rhythm machine. Suddenly: powl a left jab from the horn
section and the evening is underway. The rhythm section chugs
along real tight, the horns bring us
to the edge then drive us back into
our seats. So crisp, so acute it
shoots energy into the adrenal
system. More, morel Brass addic
tion — the ultimate goal of a big
Two tunes go by and it's B.B.'s
turn to strut out looking sly. Dressed in a blue plaid sports jacket and
steppin' high, a huge smile lighting
up his face, the bluesman throws a
Gibson Lucille around his massive
neck and the Orpheum is filled with
sighing laments. King plays
gracefully, smoothing the licks out
of his guitar like it was the most
natural thing around.
His solos were all tasteful and
pleasing, complementing the
band's impeccable execution.
When he was through wailing on
his instrument. King would swing
his ax around until he was shooting
from the hip, grab the mike and let
his tonsils dispense tearful, resonant appeals to a variety of evil
Whenever the bass player started
funking out things would become
frighteningly potent. He'd be
violently plucking away, the brass
would respond immediately and in
perfect   unison   and   King   would
serenade the audience into climactic oblivion. The bassist was
definitely the prime mover.
The only drawback could not be
blamed on the musicians. The
sound men at the Orpheum must
have been listening to everything
but the monitors because the lead
mikes were all set too low.
Whenever King sang or one of his
band members soloed, he would be
drowned out by the zealous horn
The piano player was all but inaudible. Perhaps the technicians
have yet to hear of a revolutionary
procedures known as a sound
check and, even barring this obvious safeguard, why can't they
pick up and remedy these irritating
flaws while the concert is in progress?
One of King's songs was a
tongue in cheek tirade called, "How
Blue Can You Get?" In King's case:
extremely blue. Yet blue, green or
whatever, the only tears that King's
music induced Sunday night were
ones of pure joy.
Friday, September 26, 1980
Page Friday 9 lout there\
Chicken disagrees with accountant
We were halfway up the mountain when the Kentucky Fried
Chicken began to take hold. Trudging up the trail beside me was my
chartered accountant who was
beginning to have a mild coronary.
The Colonel was not going to be
able to make it...
It all had started a few hours
earlier when my chartered accountant and I pulled into Jasper, Alberta on the Greyhound bus. Despite
the 12 hour bus ride from the coast
expectations were still high for our
week in the Canadian Rockies.
My chartered accountant busied
himself unloading our baggage and
trying frantically to find a porter.
His energy level might have had
something to do with the fact that
sometime in the middle of the night
the bus driver had cackled into the
microphone, "Cache Creek, 20
minute rest stop" and my chartered
accountant thought that he had
said "20 minute mesc stop."
My chartered accountant talked
vaguely about some project involving tax breaks in the Rockies as his
reason for coming along. I was here
because I had convinced my editor
that a good article could be forthcoming about the little town of
Jasper in the middle of the mountains. What I had originally figured
on doing was a quick little piece on
the commercialism with the natural
backdrop angle, good ugly
American sort of anecdotes. Then
my chartered accountant and I
would grab a case of beer and do
some fishing.
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in order that we can go fishing/' my
chartered accountant explained in a
surprisingly congenial tone to the
lady standing beside the cash
register in the liquor store.
"No beer."
"What do you mean, no beer,"
my chartered accountant asked,
"Strike. Annual sort of thing."
"Well, the Bronfmans will do
well off of me," said my obviously
disappointed chartered accountant
and walked away.
"And make sure you hang up
your food in a tree."
My chartered accountant and I
were at the Parks Canada information centre in Jasper trying to find
out directions to the nearest lake to
fish and what we had encountered
was a young woman who was telling us to hang our food up in trees.
"Ifs so the bears won't get at it,"
she explained.
"Bearsl" gasped my chartered
accountant. He gave me a long cold
hard look and said, "You never told
me there were bears," then he turned his back to the young woman
and asked, "How the hell do you
hang your food up in a tree?" and
she actually began to explain it to
After we had confirmed our plan
of attack we headed off to the local
Smitty's restaurant. There was a
sign on the door. It read, "No Shirt,
No Shoes, No Service."
After we had waited 20 minutes
with no service forthcoming, my
chartered accountant decided he
had better heed the warnings of the
sign and took off his shirt. A worried manager hurried over. We got
our coffee and pancakes.
After breakfast we managed to
find the trailhead and began to
make our ascent. A quiet little lake,
a few days rest.. .Ah, it would be so
Then we met the guys from Ohio.
They were going fishing. They were
going to the same little lake that we
were going to. This was not going
to be good, I thought. One of these
guys is going to have a Big Mac attack or something.
When we stopped for lunch
beside what most writers would call
a brook, one of the Ohio guys pulled out a bucket of Kentucky Fried
Chicken. "Mmmmmmm love the
Colonel," he said gleefully, a big
smile coming to his face. My
chartered accountant and I nibbled
on the dried apricots we had
bought at the pool hall in town.
'Tell me," I said to one of the
Ohio guys. "Don't you feel guilty
eating this shit at a place like this?"
A look of horror came to the Ohio
guy's face. "Sensitive bastard," I
"There's a bear," he said. I
quickly turned around and sure
enough there was a bear, big and
brown. It wouldn't keep its head in
the right position long enough so I
could identify it by the helpful guide
Parks Canada had given me. We all
quickly began to run up the moan-
We were a good ways up the
mountain when the Kentucky Fried
Chicken began to take told. Trudging up the trail beside me was my
chartered accountant who was
beginning to have a mild coronary.
The Colonel was not going to be
able to make it.
The Ohio guy who was the
keeper of the Colonel made the
wise decision of leaving it behind
for the bear. The bear liked it. Bears
are usually into natural foods pretty
heavily, but they can munch out as
well as any human.
The bear clawed the grecian
bread trying to make some sense of
it, unaware that no human ever
We didn't hang around waiting
for the bear to try the fries. After we
were out of sight we stopped for
breath when one of the Ohio guys
said, "Sheeet, what are we going
up the mountain for, when we
should really be going down?" We
all agreed to try to get down and
hoped that the bear had moved
elsewhere. It had. But now there
was a park warden in its place.
"You fellows run into that bear?"
he asked. We told him our said
plight. "Well," he said, "good thing
the bear didn't get mean."
We all followed the park warden
down. His name was Bob and he
was an easygoing sort of fellow.
Upon arrival in town he said, "Hey,
you guys want to grab a beer at the
Atha-B? They have beer there, you
know." No, we hadn't known.
And so there we were sitting
around the tern/clothed table in the
bar. On the television was the image of Ferguson Jenkins proving
junkies can make meaningful contributions to life. Bob, the two Ohio
guys, my chartered accountant and
I sipped our beers.
On the walls of the bar were
mounted heads of dead animals.
One was a bear. It had a glazed look
on its face. Underneath it sat an old
man. He had the same glazed look
on his face.
I turned to Bob, the warden.
"This is pathetic," I said. "Pathetic.
Someone should do something for
you people. The government
should intervene. Who's the
member of Parliament for Jasper,
"Joe Clark."
It all then became so clear. And
to think there are those who deny
unity in the universe.
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Friday, September 26, 1980 \ drama-music \
Lazarus' duellists obsessed with fantasy
If neurotics build castles in the
sky and psychotics live in those
castles, then John Lazarus new
play, Dreaming and Duelling, which
premiered Wednesday night at The
Waterfront Theatre, has a resident
architect and many mortals trapped
on earth by physical or emotional
Everyone in the play is trying to
get something he does not have or
be someone that he is not. The
dissatisfaction inside all of the
characters manifests itself in emotional and implied sexual violence.
But this adds to the substance of
the play that, although realistic in
setting, is like a nightmarish fantasy
about the trials of adolescence.
Dreaming and Duelling
By John Lazarus
At the Waterfront Theatre until
October 18	
The play follows the developing
relationship between Joel (Robin
Mossley) and Eric (Doug Greenall).
They are the top fencing students in
a course a gym teacher, Mrs.
Thorpe (Patricia Ludwick) has finally succeeded in getting on the curriculum. Their lives are complicated
by a macho jock, Skelly (Derek
Boyes) and a friend/sexual goal,
Louise (Brenda Robins). All this is
set in a high-school somewhere in
Joel lives within an elaborate fantasy about an eighteenth-century
swordsman. He has gone to the extent of re-creating documents from
the period which he shows to Eric,
in deepest trust, in the early part of
the play. This sequence did not ring
true; Joel's fanaticism is not well
developed at this point. While Joel
moves ever further into his dream
world, Eric is attempting to deal
with the fact that he was sexually
excited by the embalmed body of
his father, who had committed
suicide the year before. Eric wants
to get Louise into bed. She has acquired the reputation of slut around
the school and is dealing with the
problem of being a teenage girl with
a large red birthmark on the side of
her face. Do they sound like an
average group of teenagers?
The attempt to present the sexual
ambiguity of these characters
works to a certain extent. The standard jokes about being gay are
made in a very light-hearted way.
Joel seems to have no sexual
preference in any direction except
within the context of the lady-in-
distress stereotype of his romantic
More significant is Eric's desire to
fuck Louise. The immediate need to
prove himself sexually is in conflict
with the friendship that exists between himself and Louise. She, in
turn, does not want to ruin the
bond with one of her only male
friends in the school by having sex
with him.
So, what we have are these two
males playing out their sexuality
and consuming dreams with the
ritual of fencing. The first act is slow;
there is little significant development of character or action.
However, the pace picks up quickly
in the second act. Being kicked out
of his beloved fencing class
because of his attempt to protect
Louise's honor, Joel becomes more
obsessed with his fantasy of the noble eighteenth-century.  He forces
DUELLISTS . . . aim for the jugular in tense drama.
the action to its climax but there
does not seem to be a clear resolution; if anything the characters' problems are worse at the end than the
As a play about high school and
the troubles of adolescence,
Dreaming and   Duelling does  not
really work; everything is too extreme. But this does not mean that
the exploration of the line between
reality and fantasy and the
manifestation of internalized problems are invalid. The play works
on a magical, scary level
somewhere near madness. The acting is solid and believable. The big
gest problem is that Lazarus attempts to create some situations
that just don't make it. But this is a
small consideration in a play that is
engaging and exciting. The tensions are maintained throughout
and the sword-play is well
Springsteen and friends wow anti-nukers
Jackson Browne is reserved. "I
have a right to know why my life is
in danger."
Graham Nash is frustrated. "I
look out my window over a bay
where they're dumping this garbage."
Carly Simon is majestic. Her hair
is blown slow-motion by the wind
at an outdoor rally as she sings,
"Take your poison atomic power
Bruce Springsteen is energy city.
He and his band rock and roll.
The music continues. James
Taylor, Bonnie Raitt, Stephen
Stills, David Crosby, Jesse Colin
Young, John Hall, the Doobie
Brothers, assorted back-up vocals
and musicians. If it sounds like
there is potential here, there is. And
it works.
No Nukes
with various artists
at the Denman Place
This film should not be controversial. It is straight and honest.
And it should prove that anyone
who says music and politics don't
mix, doesn't understand either.
This is not to say the film doesn't
have its problems. The action is
sometimes contrived and the sound
is not the greatest. But these are
mostly technical problems which
are offset by a completely genuine
presentation of content. The
message here is neither heavy-
handed nor out of context.
Early in the film, the star
members of MUSE (Musicians
United for Safe Energy) are meeting
to plan the logistics of five New
York concerts and a final anti-nuke
rally, held in August, 1979. The
question of dealing with the press is
raised. "What are we going to say
when they ask 'Who are we as ar
tists to be doing this kind of
We don't hear the response to
the question, but it isn't necessary.
The film itself proceeds as a pointed
refutation of the notion that music
should be apolitical.
The film is loosely structured as a
documentary of preparations for
the New York concerts. Interviews
with the musicians, scenes of committee meetings and backstage
chatter   are   interspersed   with
lengthy clips from the actual concerts.
The show moves towards final
preparations for the big day — a
march and rally at Central Park. The
event is a huge success as 250,000
people show up. We get more
music, a fast, dynamic speech by
Jane Fonda thanking the musician
organizers, a few words from Ralph
Nader, and more music as the musicians lead the massive crowd in a
moving version of the sixties rallying song Get Together.
What is most striking about the
film, and the MUSE organizing effort, is the total lack of pretension
on the part of the superstars involved. There is a humanizing process
that develops during the film. Performers come across as real people
who are a bit freaked out by what
Jackson Browne calls the "bullshit
lack of information" on nuclear
There is a strange effect to the
concert scenes that enhances this
process. While the sound is not
very concert-like, the photography
brings you right on stage, into
every moment and expression.
You feel the intensity of the harmony when Crosby, Stills and Nash
sing Suite Judy Blue Eyes; you grin
with James Taylor, and bounce
with Jackson Browne as he marvels
at "the energy here tonight"; and
of course, you're amazed at Bruce
These people put their guts on
the line. There is a contribution to
be made in challenging nuclear
power — they put their hearts, and
ability to raise money, into it in a big
At one point Bonnie Raitt is
bubbling-over backstage about
how everyone has "for once, put
their egos aside to work together."
It is that evident selflessness that
embodies the politics of this film.
BRUCE . . . what, me socially conscious?
Friday, September 26, 1980
Page Friday 11 lout there\
Boogie in Bella
From PF 8
logged hillside began. Some two
kilometers after this the hillside
descended into the Bella Coola
valley. "Half an hour," I called. We
were right on schedule. We struggled through a patch of Devil's Club,
an aptly-named plant. It grows tall
and spindly with a tough stalk and
large, broad leaves but its claim to
fame are the spines that cover every
inch of the plant, even the under-
surfaces of the leaves. As plant
spines go, they're not that bad but
they do puncture the skin, break off
and then fester. The patch we went
through now was not very thick but
was some of the thickest growth I
had seen. I slipped and my forearm
brushed a stalk. "Christ." Another
slipped my guard and hit me in the
neck. "Bastard," I called but then
I was out and down to the creek. I
waited for Bull and in a minute he
joined me, similarly afflicted. "Oh,
well. Every traverse has its dues."
We continued to follow the
creekbed. We were now focused
on getting out but lost some time
when we had to climb up and
around a thicket of  alder.
I considered staying up on the
hillside, as Bull thought we should
but the creek looked easier to me so
we returned to it only to leave again
when it went through a narrow cut,
churning and swirling.
We descended to the creek and
were forced to grab onto plants as
we slid down the steep banks. I
could see the creek cut deep into
the V-shape of the adjoining
sidehills but knowing we were
nearly out, we decided to stay with
the creek rather than toiling up onto
the hillside. The creekbanks grew
into cliffs, low but with overhangs.
Bull and I were forced down to
the very edge of the churning
water, the cliffs crowded so close
together. Flood waters had cut a
channel back into the rock face and
we went through it now on hands
and knees. Shortly before this indented ledge broadened out, it
tilted down towards the water and
was covered in mud and dead
plants. "No way. Bull. Let's go
We retreated a short distance
and made an effort to get up the
cliffs but were stopped by the
overhangs. It seemed to me that
the cliffs weren't so bad just a little
downstream so again we followed
the indented ledge on hands and
knees and confronted the
troublesome tilted section.
I poised for 10 minutes before
scrambling across. When we had
both crossed we reassessed the
situation. The cliffs were just as bad
but there were plants to pull oneself
up by. I went up first, finding the
rocks were fractured and the plants
were not to be trusted.
I nearly fell in a clatter of rocks to
the mad creek waters below but the
rocks held and I only dislodged a
small one which caught Bull smartly
on the skull. The poor guy clutched
his head for five minutes. Well,
these things happen.
In finally made it to the top and
threw a rope end down to Bull. It
was only a thin nylon rope but I
thought it might hold the weight of
a pack. When Bull finaly gave the
high sign I found the weight too
great. The simple man had tied
both packs on.
Over the roar of the stream I finally made myself heard. "One pack at
a time!" But he couldn't get his
knot undone. Christl I dropped my
knife to him and the task was finally
done. I pulled my pack up first,
hand over hand, then dropped the
rope end and began to pull up Bull's
It held the majority of the silts
and so was the heavier. The rope
broke and the pack, falling into the
stream was swirled away; gone
from our sight. We had lost the
day's work. But Bull finally made
the top, we clambered up to the
hillside proper and started down.
That was our hike. We found the
pack downstream, battered and
torn but intact and silts secure, but
only after searching the lower
reaches of the stream diligently. It
might be said the silts took the easy
way out: Bull and I were bruised up
pretty good. Of course our ETA
was out by several hours; we had
hoped to be out for the lunch instead we were late for supper.
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Friday, September 26, 1980 The Purcell String Quartet will
play music by Beethoven, Weber,
and — who else? — Henry Purcell
on Sunday, Sept. 28, at 2:30 and 8
p.m. Clarinettist Ronald de Kant
will join them for the Weber clarinet
quintet. Call 254-9578.
Japanese modern dancers
Koichi and Hiroko Temano of the
Ankoku Buto Dance Theatre will
give a series of workshops at UBC.
Classes are Saturdays from 1-3
p.m. in SUB 212 for four consecutive weeks starting Sept. 27.
The cost is $10 for students, $15 for
everyone else, or $3 and $5 per
class. No dance experience is
The Vancouver Chamber
Choir opens its tenth season with a
concert of music by Buxtehude,
Corrette, Britten, end Cor-
igliano. The concert will be in the
Orpheum Theatre at 8:30 p.m. on
Friday, Oct. 3. Tickets are available
from the Vancouver Ticket Centre,
Eatons, or at the door.
All the way from Denver comes
the Platte River Jazz Band, and
they'll be playing at the Hot Jazz
Club on Sept. 26 and 27, tonight
and Saturday. The club is located at
36 East Broadway; call 873-4131 for
At Cowboys, on 7 Alexander St.
in Gastown, the Lonestar Cattle
Company is playing until Sept. 27,
after which Blue Northern takes
over until Oct. 4. Cowboys two
(Main Et Terminal) presents Dave
Paul's Silver Dollar Bend until
Sept. 27, after which the Lonestar
Cattle Company moves in from
the other place. Call the clubs at
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Bedroom Ferce by Alan
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at the Arts Club Theatre on Granville Island. Opening tonight, the
play runs until Oct. 25. Showtimes
are 8:30 p.m. Monday to Friday,
Saturdays at 6:30 and 9:30 p.m.
with Wednesday matinees at 5:30
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Box Office, or call 687-1644 for full
Volunteers! Museum Assistants,
swim coaches, tutors, and all kinds
of friendly people are needed by the
Vencouver Volunteer Center to
help around town. Call 732-6168 to
see how you can help out.
Morse Peckham, eminent cultural critic, will speak on "Literature
and Behavior" at the Robson
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at noon.
Charlie Pride appears at the Orpheum for two shows on Sept. 25,
at 7 and 9:45 p.m. Tickets for the
Pride of Country Music can be
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outlets, or call 684-5131 for details.
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Representatives from our Vancouver and Victoria
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Vancouver office October 29,30 and 31
Victoria November 7
At this time we will be interviewing 1981 graduates
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Arrangements for an interview should be made
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