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Array Muskrats die happy, says professor
By PAISLEY WOODWARD
Allegations that the provincial
government spent $16,000 Ja*****
ture muskrats in an^iexperiment
conducted at LTBC (Jprjgg 1976 are
completely untru^.says a UBC
zoology professor^who headed thp
research. -I ^ u?   - *'
Responding to pharges'levied by
their desire to breathe, black out
and die.
"-^Sje tests, which measured the
iheartB^Bt and other vital signs,
shoWedfnn muskrats experienced
no stress Wken they died.
,rjHe? said re is difficult to understand this phenomena because
humans dofift have a correspon-
MLA Eileen Dai%/l5pP-Burnahyxdjnig pb^sjjjfogical mechanism
North),    David   ^ojle^  Wrtild      ^e^iAthis method of trapping
Thursday that the reae^refci^iclH 'initQjdB^ounds inhumane because
consisted of submarging*afcaBt,2fr-*e' only way. for humans to die
muskrats   underwater   for   long   under water 'is by drowning, but
periods of time with leg-hold traps
clamped to their legs, was in any
way cruel to the animals.   Jones
explained that it is natural  for
diving animals such as muskrats
to hold their breath and then die
when they go underwater for long
periods of time.  He emphasized
that the muskrats don't drown, but
hold their breath until they lose
that it is not the case with
muskrats.
Jones said he consented to the
study because he has been working
with diving animals for 16 years
and was aware that muskrats can
die this relaxed, non-traumatic
death.
"I would not have undertaken
this study if I thought there was
any chance the muskrats would
experience any stress during their
death," he said. •
Jones said he wouldn't agree to
animals suffering even if it is to
prove that leg-hold traps should be
banned. "Not in any event do
means justify ends. I myself
believe fur is for animals and not
for people."
Jones also denied charges by
Dailly and Bunty Clements,
president of the Association for the
Protection of Fur Bearing
Animals, that the provincial
government had funded the study,
saying that it had been paid for
entirely by Woodstream Corp. an
THE UBYSSEY
American owned manufacturer of
leg-hold traps.
Woodstream, which is the
largest leg-hold manufacturer in
the United States, was asked by the
provincial government to contribute $4,000 for the research, he
said.
He said he was originally asked
by the NDP Government, shortly
before they lost the last provincial
election, to conduct the research,
but that when they were ousted
from office, the Social Credit party
refused to endorse the study until
they could find a private company
to finance it.
Jones said he told Clements
before the study began that if
Woodstream was to finance the
study in a private laboratory it
would cost $20,000.
He told The Ubyssey that the
See page 3: MUSKRATS .
Misconduct
condemned
By MIKE BOCKING
Charges of misconduct against
two UBC professors prompted the
faculty association Thursday to
condemn such actions as "intolerable."
The association's statement says
"the faculty association is gravely
concerned about serious
allegations of misconduct by some
faculty members, and allegations
that the university is unable to deal
effectively with such circumstances."
In the past year there have been
allegations of misconduct on the
part of engineering dean Liam
Finn and animal resource ecology
professor Julius Kane.
Kane is alleged to have used the
university computer for his own
business dealings and Finn to have
accepted outside remuneration in
addition to his UBC salary.
"The L^BC Faculty association
will not condone or tolerate
breaches of trust, or administrative procedures and
policies that seem to be incapable
of responding effectively when
breaches of trust have occrred,"
the statement says.
Faculty association president
Richard Roydhouse said Thursday
"allegations in the press have hurt
the faculty's public image and the
association's statement is an effort
to improve that."
Roydhouse said the press reports
have been "adverse and unfair,"
und that "university bashing has
become a popular sport these
days."
He said he is "worried that attacks on faculty members may
degenerate into a form of Mc-
Carthyism."
"I don't think the university has
descended into corruption or ever
will. In an institution where ideas
are highly important and where
one's colleagues observe one very
closely, one is very careful about
professional ethics."
Roydhouse said "many of the
questions from the press are of the
nature: When did you beat your
wife last?"
Roydhouse defended off-campus
work by faculty members.
"If we go to a lot of trouble to
recruit a world expert we can
hardly expect him just to teach
when there are many government,
B.C., and world problems, he
should be involved with," he said.
On other business the association
passed unanimously a resolution
condemning changes in the
ITniversities Act by education
minister Pat McGeer.
The changes are contained in Bill
91, an omnibus bill containing
amendments to a number of acts.
The association's statement says
"the association strongly objects to
this measure on the following
grounds;
• it is wholly unwarranted intrusion into the affairs of B.C.
universities;
• access to the Labor Code is a
right generally available to British
Columbians and Canadians, including professionals;
• contrary to previous undertakings, this measure was
drafted and submitted to the
legislature without the benefit of
consultation with faculty, or so far
as we know, with university administrations;
• arbitrary, unreasoned
government initiatives without
benefit of consultation, such as Bill
91, are both unnecessary and
damaging to the prospects of
achieving sensible solutions."
—lee coulter photo
FONDLING MUTANT BEGONIA, student tries to decide if man-eating plant would make good pet for
residence room. Fondler and friend were among hundreds who flocked to plant sale at UBC botanical
gardens. Sale sponsored by the Friends of the UBC botanical gardens was sold out in two hours.
Kenny aide resigns position
Donald Soule, assistant to UBC
president Doug Kenny, has
resigned his position effective
Sept. 30.
Soule is the second Kenny
assistant to resign in the last
month. UBC information services
director Arnie Myers resigned in
late August for "personal
reasons."
Soule also resigned for personal
reasons and to devote more time to
his work as a theatre professor, a
UBC spokesman said.
Soule, who underwent lung
surgery last spring, has been
assistant to Kenny since July, 1975
when Kenny took office.
Kenny said Thursday Soule's
resignation was not a complete
surprise.
"He wanted to leave as of July l,
but agreed to stay on for a while
longer as my assistant to complete
some   work   started   before   his
three-month convalescent leave,"
he said.
Soule has been a UBC faculty
member since 1958.
Kenny came under attack in the
downtown press last week for
having Soule, an American citizen
who commutes to LTBC from his
home in Blaine, Washington, as his
personal assistant. Soules' duties
included writing Kenny's speeches
and advising Kenny on administration affairs.
University graffiti occasionally philosophical
REPORTER LOWTHER
. .. v ehind closer doors
By MARIO LOWTHER
and HEATHER CONN
Need a witty remark to close your thesis,
a brilliant line for your essay or a snappy
test answer? Don't run to the library for a
solution, check a LTBC washroom for
graffiti.
A tour of LTBC's washrooms Thursday
turned up mostly crude, back-alley humor
but the occasional witty or philosophical
phrase was also observed:
Buchanan, the Main Library and Angus
were the most richly furnished with finely-
honed thoughts. Brock Hall, Henning,
Scarfe and SLTB were boring.
"Anal sex is a bummer," "Why look up
here? The joke is between your legs," and
"Only anarchy can save the world" are just
a few of the gems in Buchanan. The Arts
student goes either way. He can be sharp
and witty or profanely vulgar, depending on
his mood.
Commerce students are truly deviant,
commenting with authority on practically
anything. "Stalin's grave is a communist
plot." and "Nothing beats the sheer anal
ecstasy of a good shit" are examples of wit
from Angus, as was "Warning! You are
being filmed as a part of a doctorate
dissertation in Psych. Please behave as you
normally would, and face the camera."
Biology students aren't really "into"
graffiti the way other students are. They
profided one limerick which was too good to
print, and the saying "Frampton comes
alive. If we're lucky, he'll die again."
The Main Library, that former science
building, has the best collection of pure filth.
When students aren't in a bad mood after
two hours of homework, they get humorous,
and.provide such jewels as "What do you get
when you cross an ape with a computer? An
IBM 360 that can scratch itself under the
arms."
'Tonic is the root of all evils. Haven't you
got that wrong? A root is the tonic of all
evils," "Toilet Paper: B.A. take one, M.A.
take roll, PhD call janitor" and "Flush hard
- this water has to make it to the SFU
Fountains."
Different strokes for different folks, so to
speak.
You can find filth anywhere you look, but
who's looking anymore7 When people use
graffiti to express their opinions, that's
when washroom walls become interesting.
Sadly, the walls of the women's
washrooms were only sparsely adorned with
the fruits of creativity. There were no
academic callousness, serious washroom
wit, or finely-distilled intellectual
statements.
The women's walls were adorned with
plain perverted sex jokes, lacked originality
and. in short, were boring. Either women at
UBC feel no need for self-expression or they
have better things to do than scribble obscenities.
The best contribution from women was an
interchange scrawled in a second-floor
washroom in Buchanan: "These are the
worst toilets ever. I feel like I'm riding some
kind of horse."
The reply: "Tf you'd ever ridden a horse
before you'd know different. They're nice
and vnrm and comfortable, not like these,
where you can catch frost bite." Page 2
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Page 3
UBC hikes rent on solar home
A low-cost, solar-heated house,
designed and built in part by UBC
students, will open in Acadia Park
in mid-October.
But UBC, which sponsored the
cost of Acadia House, is trying to
get its investment returned by
charging rent about $100 a month
more than other housing in the
area.
The house was originally intended to provide low-cost housing,
but the university will charge $250
per month rent in order to pay off
the costs within five years.
The house, designed by UBC
architect Charles Haynes as a-
thesis project three years ago, was
built with recycled materials and
cost $15,000. Most solar-heated
houses cost between $80,000 and
$100,000.
UBC student Patsi McMurchy,
one of the original builders of the
house, will be raiting the house for
one year to monitor the results of
the solar heating systems.
Acadia House was sponsored by
LTBC's centre for continuing
education, the Acadia Camp
Tenants Association and UBC
family housing as a self-help
housing project.
Work on Acadia House started
last April with participants in the
project working on weekends
throughout the spring and summer.
B.C. Hydro, the UBC school of
architecture and the self-help
housing association will be
examining the house closely in the
next year and making , any
necessary modifications.
Acadia House has 1,000 square
feet of living space with two
bedrooms, a loft and a bathroom on
the top floor and a living room, a
dining area and a kitchen on the
ground floor. The house uses up to
70 per cent of the solar heat
provided by two separate systems.
First there is the south facing
solar wall constructed with concrete and glass. To construct the
wall the volunteer builders stacked
concrete blocks without mortaring
them together and covered the
block wall with a mixture of
fiberglass and cement.
The blocks were painted black
and two layersof glass were placed
in front of the wall with an eight-
inch space between the wall and
the glass. The black bricks will
attract the sun and heat up.
The heat, stored in the space,
enters the building through vents
in the wall. In the summer vents
located on the outside of the wall
will carry the heat outside.
The second method for collecting
—matt kiri9 photo
UBYSSEY REPORTER Lloyanne Hurd takes notes outside new $15,000 solar home in Acadia Park. Home
was designed and built partly by UBC students from recycled materials, but university now charges them
extra rent to get back its investment in project.
Big loan too small for new pool?
"For example, if LTBC got money
for road improvement and then the
sewers burst, they would have to
make a new application for money
to repair the sewers," Affleck said.
"And the application takes about
six months to process.
UBC has borrowed $3.7 million
for the completion of two buildings
but university officials are not sure
the loan will be enough to finish one
of them — the aquatic centre.
The loan, $1 million of which is
for the pool and the rest of which is
for the library data processing
centre currently under construction, is funded by the B.C.
educational institutions capital
financing  authority   (BCEICFA.)
UBC treasurer Allen Baxter said
Thursday that if other fund-raising
has been successful, the $1 million
completes the funding.
"To my knowledge that would
complete the funding," he said.
.Student board of governors
member Moe Sihota agreed.
"As far as the board (of
governors) is concerned they've
got enough money," Sihota said
Thursday. "It's not even an issue
any more at board meetings.
"But they may need half a
million for touch-up work."
But pool planning committee
member Marilyn Pomfret said the
loan does not complete pool funding.
"There are still campaigns going
on among the staff and alumni,"
she said. The committee is waiting
for answers to requests made to
various foundations for money,
Pomfret said.
Pomfret said the $1 million loan
probably completes funding of
actual construction.
"But it doesn't complete funding
of all the equipment necessary,"
she said.
The pool, which will have cost
$5.7 million by the time it is
finished, is scheduled for completion in April.
The university will have to repay
the $3.7 million sooner or later, but
Baxter said payback terms have
not yet been negotiated.
Ted Affleck, financial advisor to
the Universities Council of B.C.
which makes recommendations to
the BCEICFA, said the authority
replaces  capital  grants  funding.
Until six months ago, when the
authority was legislated,
universities received lump sums
for buildings and other projects.
He said one drawback to the new
program is the university must
specify what the loan will be used
for and cannot divert the money to
other areas in emergencies as it
could under the old system.
"This is a long-term loan
payback plan," he said. "But some
things will wear out before the
money that bought them has been
repaid.
"For example, some lab
equipment last about seven years.
You can't ask to borrow money and
. pay it back after 20 years when the
equipment might only last seven
years."
Affleck said money for shortlived projects such as lab equipment should be funded under a
system similar to the former one.
He said B.C.'s three public
universities and the B.C. Institute
of Technology have applied for
about $275 million so far. Of this,
the UCBC has approved about $15
million.
He said the money for the fund
will be included in the education
ministry's budget request early in
1978.
heat is through four solar collectors on the roof.
These are boxes full of copper
piping through which antifreeze
flows. The antifreeze heats in the
sun and flows into a large tank
inside the building. In the antifreeze tank is a smaller tank full of
water that is heated by the hot
antifreeze in the outside tank.
Antifreeze is used instead of
water in the solar collectors
because low temperatures in the
winter could freeze the water and
stop the heating system.
The solar collection system was
built by architect Chris Mattock, a
specialist in solar energy design,
application and research.
The house has a gas heater as a
back-up heating system that will
be used if the solar energy system
fails to provide enough heat during
the winter.
Acadia House is located in
Acadia Camp on the southeast side
of the campus to the left of Acadia
Road going south from University
Boulevard. Acadia Camp is a UBC-
owned student residence for
married students.
An instruction manual and house
plans are available at UBC!s
centre for  continuing  education.
Pickets loom in
cutback protest
A group of students will picket
the next board of governors
meeting Oct. 4 as one of the first
steps in their fight against
education cutbacks.
Arnold Hedstrom, chairman of
the Alma Mater Society cutbacks
committee, said the committee
wants education minister Pat
McGeer to come to LIBC and explain his stand on cutbacks to
students. Hedstrom said the
picketing might encourage
McGeer to respond to the committee's invitation.
Hedstrom said the group is also
considering petitioning people in
Point Grey for support against
education cutbacks.
"It is essential to get into the
community. That student protest
alone isn't enough was proved last
year."
Hedstrom, who is also AMS
secretary-treasurer, said the
committee also plans to lobby
Victoria and is organizing a
publicity campaign to educate
students about the effects of
education cutbacks.
Hedstrom said the group is also
considering petitioning people in
Point Grey for support against
education cutbacks.
"It is essential to get into the
community. That student protest
alone isn't enough was proved last
year."  .
Hedstrom, who is also AMS
secretary-treasurer, said the
committee also plans to lobby
Victoria and is organizing a
publicity campaign to educate
students about the effects of
education cutbacks.
Hedstrom said, "the effects of
education cutbacks are obvious,
but are rarely identified as such."
"Peopleare not exactly aware of
the causes of higher tuition fees or
larger classes, particularly first-
year students," he said.
AMS president John DeMarco
said the purpose of the committee
"is to mobilize students to try and
do something about university
finances."
"Students this year are concerned about education cutbacks
more so than last year because
they are now feeling the effects of
last year's cutbacks in the form of
higher tuition fees and larger
classes."
The purpose of picketing the
board said DeMarco, "is to keep
the board aware of what our
concerns are, so they will keep us
in mind in spending priorities and
when they approach the government."
"But there is only so much the
board can do, which is why we are
raising our sights and making our
case to the community and the
provincial government," said
DeMarco.
"Our objectives are very similar
to the university's, in that we both
want to see that the university is
properly funded."
DeMarco said the committee will
be producing leaflets and setting
up information booths in SUB to
advertise the demonstration.
The committee will be holding
another meeting next Thursday in.
SUB 230 to organize strategy for
the demonstration. All students are
welcome.
Muskrats
hold breath
From page 1
university was able to do the study
for $4,000 because two unemployed
post-doctorate students volunteered to do the research for $500
each.
The only funds the provincial
government paid to the study were
to fly in 11 muskrats from
Manitoba, he said. Jones said he
did not know the cost of the flight.
Clements said that even if leg-
hold traps kill muskrats
"relatively quickly" under water,
the APFBA wants use of the leg-
hold traps banned entirely.
She said that because it would be
difficult to enforce the handling of
leg-hold traps inland, there would
not be any guarantee that leg-hold
traps would not be used to trap
land animals.
Free liquid lunch
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Ifbyssey staffer looks like?
Come up to the Ubyssey office
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Come up and say hello. We'd like
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SUB. Page 4
THE       UBYSSEY
Friday, September 23, 1977
Jumping off a sinking ship?
major  administration
saying they quit for
Within the past month, two
figures have stepped down, both
personal  reasons.
The resignation of information services head Arnie
Myers indicates that not all was quite right within the
administration. Myers quit the job, which on the surface
would be one of the more desirable public relations posts,
despite the job security it offered and despite the fact that
he did not have another job to go to.
"I'm not enjoying the job the way I did 10 years ago,"
was all Myers would say. Doesn't that sound like a polite
way of saying, 'I'm sick and tired of the current situation?'
When Douglas Kenny succeeded Walter Gage as
administration president, UBC's public relations
underwent a fundamental change. Over the past two years,
there has been silence except for the usual press
conferences announcing new buildings or blurbs for UBC
research projects.
And thanks to this silence from the president's office,
UBC has stood mute in the face of strong criticism over its
various policies.
Could that be why Myers quit?
And Thursday, theatre prof Donald Soule's resignation
as assistant to Kenny was announced. Soule's health and
the fact, related in the announcement, that Soule had
wanted to quit during the summer, certainly played an
important part in the decision.
It was a well-known fact that Soule wielded a great deal
of power in Kenny's administration, acting as a go-between
with other people and preparing Kenny's few public
utterances.
And just last week, Kenny came under fire in the
downtown press for having as his right-hand man, U.S.
citizen Soule, who still commutes to UBC from his home
in Blaine. "
The timing of the resignation announcement, to say the
least; is interesting.
This is a disquieting period for UBC, with the
revelations of faculty members making huge sums of
money on the side, and Socred cutbacks hurting teaching
quality. These two resignations are perhaps indicative of a
deeper dissatisfaction within the administration.
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Big salaries
revisited
George Hermanson's article
Chasing the big salaries in
Tuesday's Ubyssey is the most
disturbing piece that has appeared;
so far this year. Though the writer
shows an intelligence and
thoughtfulness that is worthy of
respect, several assumptions are
made which cannot be left unchallenged.
Basing his arguments on the
ethics of equality, Hermanson
attacks the disparity of incomes in
our society and the attitudes of
university students toward these
incomes. The "just system" he
proposes is one of "each according
to their need rather than the
present system of getting as much
as one can". I cannot agree with
this.
It is the decision of each individual alone what his or her
needs will be and each person must
be allowed to work accordingly.
Where is the justice in imposing on
a person the point where he must
stop?
And who has' the authority to
make this immensely subjective
decision in the first place?
Taking this a step further we are
told that, in this "just society . . .
no one, no one at all. gets more
than twice the lowest paid in
society." This is not justice; this is
dictatorship. Furthermore, this
arbitrary levelling only serves to
make it easy for those who can't
hack it in the rough and tumble of
life, or those who are too lazy to
apply themselves.
Turning his criticism to young
people, the writer complains that
"more and more students come to
university seeking to move up into
the higher paying jobs." Well,
(here is a reason for this — one that
leaves little room for educational
ideals.
The reason is survival. It's a
cruel world out there, where dog
eats dog and the devil soon takes
the hindmost. Double-digit inflation has become a way of life
and even a comfortable salary is
no longer enough to buy a decent
house. How can one expect young
people to put four, six, or even
more years of their lives without
some thought about the future,
without asking "what is all this
leading to?"
Is it not most peoples' desire to
eventually found a family and
provide a happy home and comfortable lifestyle for these loved
ones?   Is   it   so   wrong   to   work
towards a bread-and-butter
degree? Is it a sin to be pragmatic?
In the same vein, Tom Wolfe is
quoted as calling the 1970s the
"me" decade. Well, so what? Were
the 1960s any better? All that has
been left us by that ego orgy of
supposed soul-searching and
communalism is a shoddy legacy
of confusion, mistrust, and guilt. It
was the most pessimistic decade
since the Second World-War, from
which   we   have   gained nothing.
The high point of the article is the
claim that "we live in a society
that . . . affirms individualism
and hedonism." To equate these
two is both irresponsible and
wrong. Individualism by its very
nature usually obviates the
principle of pleasure for its own
sake, indeed most true individualists    reject    hedonism
THE UBYSSEY"
SEPTEMBER 23, 1977
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: Chris Gainor
"Spruce Bough Is a drag queen," shouted muskrat advocate Paisley
Woodward to an ear-sore Marcus Gee, Bill Tieleman and Heather Conn. "So
what," yelled bar room brawler Verne 'The Ripper' McDonald as he slashed
up David Morton, Will Wheeler, Gray Kyles and his own hand. Mike Bocking,
Greg Strong and Steve Howard hit the floor as a shower of exploding frozen
beer bottles made It another ordinary day at the violence-ridden Used-to-Be.
Carl Vesterback and Tom Barnes hoped for fame but not In the obituary
column. Mario Lowther was bound not for glory but notoriety. Chris Gainor
•threatened Lee Coulter, Matt King and Geof Wheelwright with bodily harm
while Robert Jordan, Bruce Baugh and Ralph Maurer fled the combat zone.
Mike Skinner and Ted Collins challenged Merrllee Robson and Lloyanne
Hurd to step outside for fisticuffs but Les Wiseman and Larry Hill put the
beaters to them first. Matt King, Ken Brown, Nicholas Reid and Eric
Promlslow whaled on Ralph Maurer and Kathy Ford.
because its inherent decadence
hinders their constant drive for
excellence.
Unbelievably, it is travel that is
singled out as one of these
hedonistic pursuits: "the student
(is) part of the upper-class of
society as evidenced by their
frequent trips to Europe and their
taking the summer off." What an
incredible generalization. And
what cynicism!
If he would try it once instead of
so loftily criticising it, Hermanson
would soon discover that a journey
to this fascinating part of the world
can be not only personally
enriching, but often far more
educational than the equivalent
time spent at a university.
I might add that few students
who travel overseas do it
frequently and I have not, in five
years at LTBC, known a student who
took the whole summer off.
Finally we are told that "until
that radical society comes, or until
we have more saints, it seems we
are stuck with the ambiguity of
people getting high salaries." Now
what the hell kind of a statement is
that? High salaries may be a lot of
things, but "ambiguous"?
And what on earth have the
saints got to do with it? Is it
perhaps being suggested that
anyone being either a radical or
taking the vow of poverty should be
canonized?
There can be no doubt that
Hermanson has brought some
crucial questions to light, and his
contribution to the debate on the
purpose of the university is
valuable. But it is hard to accept
the ultimatums proposed as a basis
for this gentleman's just society.
I believe it is every person's
privilege to aspire to whatever
heights — personal, intellectual, or
financial— that he wishes, and it is
no one's business to forcibly limit
these horizons.
Do we want a society made up of
people who are energetic,
resourceful, and ambitious, or a
society in which creatures are
hopelessly doomed to fit into some
prescribed, stultifying niche?
There are those, of course, who are
easily and early in their lives
satisfied with a lethargic and
colorless mediocrity.
But there are may of us, if not the
very great majority, who will
always strive toward the more
challenging heights, for whom
there will always be yet another
mountaintop.
The very desire for education is
the desire to better oneself, to
conquer the insecurity that comes
from ignorance, and to thereby
overcome personal weakness and
consequent   material   instability.
A university education is not an
end in itself — it is only a
preparation. I, for one, do not intend to stop striving the moment I
walk across the platform this
coming April.
For me and for thousands of
other optimists, that day will only
be the start — the beginning of the
greatest adventure of our lives.
Patrick Raynard
librarianship
The Ubyssey welcomes Tetters
from all readers.
Letters should be signed and
typed. Pen names will be used
when the writer's real name is also
included for our information in the
letter and when valid reasons for
anonymity are given.
Letters should be addressed to
the paper care of campus mail or
dropped off at The Ubyssey office,
.SUB 241K. Friday, September 23, 1977
THE       UBYSSEY
Page 5
Let's have an ad-free paper
vertisers. Attracting readers becomes a
secondary consideration.
The newspaper — the product — is important only insofar as that it is what you
attract readers with. First, you decide what
kind of readers advertisers like. Then, you
sit down and decide what those readers like.
Then, youf ill your publication — at the least
possible cost — with print that is likely to
appeal to that particular type of reader.
Some publications take these capitalistic
realities to the extreme. They print
77,890,000,000 copies of their vile, stupid
little publication, and drop them off at the
'77,890,000,000 wealthiest homes in the
metropolis. Then they go to advertisers and
say,   "Look,  we  reach  the  77,890,000,000
By RALPH MAURER
One of the great western myths is the one
that talks about "freedom of the press."
As even a cursory examination of the
economics of a commercial newspaper or
magazine shows, a publication is only indirectly responsible to readers. As A. J.
Liebling, Warren Hinckle and other critics
of (he North American periodical publishing
biz have pointed out, a big circulation is no
guarantee of staying in business, and a lousy
publication does not automatically go out of
business.
Life magazine was one of the three
largest-circulation magazines in North
(freestyle)
America when it folded at the end of 1972. It
went out of business — obviously — not
because it did not appeal to readers, but
because its readers did not appeal to advertisers.
You see, the number of readers is only a
secondary consideration of advertisers.
More important considerations include: are
thereaders rich? Will they buy our product?
Ads control
Many of Life magazine's readers were
indeed rich, but many were also poorer
people. In fact, Life's readership
represented a good cross-section of society.
Advertisers don't want that. Why should
they buy an advertisement in Life
magazine, for example, and reach the 30 per
cent of Life's readership that might buy the
patty-stackers, when they can, for one
quarter of the price, advertise in a much
smaller magazine whose readership is well-
defined, and all falls into the class the advertiser wants to reach?
That's why Life went out of business.
Life magazine illustrates an important
point. The purpose of a magazine or
newspaper is no longer to attract readers,
period.   The   purpose   is   to   attract   ad-
Ralph Maurer, a Ubyssey staffer who last
year served as co-editor, is the office expert
on the art of newspapering.
A frank analogy
looking at how commercial newspapers
operate. Does The Ubyssey work any differently? Not really. Advertisers, not
readers, pay for it, and it is their hand that
will pull the plug, if it ever comes to that.
Last year, it cost $131,011 to produce The
Ubyssey.
The advertiser picked up the tab for
$101,180; the Alma Mater Society (that is to
say, 23,000 LTBC students) paid $29,631, or
about 22.6 per cent.
This year, The Ubyssey will cost $143,922
to produce. Advertisers are expected to
account for about $108,000, and the
newspaper has asked the student council to
pay $35,820,000 or 24.8 per cent.
Four years ago, in 1973-74, students paid
wealthiest households in East Gomorrah."
The advertiser, recognizing a bargain
when he sees one, spends his advertising
dollar there, rather with more self-
respecting publications which actually
expect their readers to like their newspaper
enough to shell out money for it.
(This  is similar to the  way  television
operates. See the Hotdog Analogy, below.)
Back to newspapers. We have finished
406 per cent of The Ubyssey's $89,000
budget.
Put another way, four years ago, students
had 40.9 per cent control of their student
paper. Last year, they were reduced to a
22.6 per cent share.
Thus, The LTbyssey now exists because of
the kindliness of its advertisers, who are
only kind so long as it is profitable. The
AMS's contribution wouldn't begin to pay
for the newspaper if all our advertising
suddenly dried up.
How would that happen? Well, it could
happen if Fred Vyse, the Ubyssey advertising manager, was run over by a bus on
the way to work tomorrow morning. Advertisers don't come to you; you go to them.
Bills menace
If nobody asks them for their money, they
won't give it; The Ubyssey would stop
getting money and would be unable to pay
its printing bill. College Printers is a nice
operation, but they won't print us for free
any more than any other business in Vancouver would do anything for free.
But Fred Vyse isn't likely to get run over
by a bus on his way to work tomorrow
morning. What is likely to happen is that as
the economy continues to go down the tubes,
students will have less money than before to
throw around. The only reason most advertisers spend money keeping a student
newspaper solvent is because they figure
students have a little extra money to blow on
stereos, booze, skiing, sporting equipment,
cars, restaurants, et cetera.
What happens if students as a class
become poorer? Advertisers will waste their
advertising dollar on a class of consumers
more likely to have money for their product.
The money coming in from advertisers will
stop fbwing in; and the newspaper, unable
to pay printing bills, will have to stop
publishing, no matter how good it is, and
regardless of how many readers it has.
Uneconomic
Any attempts by the student administrative council — the bureaucratic
arm of student council — to reduce the AMS
"subsidy" of The Ubyssey (actually, the
way The LTbyssey's budget is evolving, a
subsidy of the advertiser) is to reduce
student control over the destiny of the
newspaper.
Control slips into the hands of economic
forces which the AMS has absolutely no
control over.
The debate over The Ubyssey budget thus
becomes a debate over whether students
should control their own affairs as much as
possible.
By HOWARD GOSSAGE
Hot dogs are nice, but they are
not the reason people go to the
stadium. They go to see the game,
but as long as they are there, why
not have a hot dog?
That is also, somewhat, the
operating principle of commercial
television: Once the crowd is there
to see the show, you also sell them
something.
However, to get the big picture
about television, you have to
reverse the analogy: Suppose that
the proceeds from hot dog sales
were greater than ticket receipts.
Moreover, hot dog-wise it is more
profitable to have a full stadium,
even if you have to let spectators in
for nothing, or at greatly reduced
admission, than to charge full
admissions to a smaller crowd of
diehard fans, who are the only ones
who regularly show up when the
home team is on a losing streak,
anyway.
This would shortly affect the
complexion of the audience, and
eventually the game, because it's
never quite the same thing when
you get it free, and the type of
people who are willing to pay for
their pleasure expect a different
quality of show than those who get
it on die cheap. But as we are now
only interested in numbers, things
would be going along famously;
the  stadium   is  packed  and  the
This piece is reprinted, absolutely without permission, from
If You Have a Lemon, Make
Lemonade, by Warren Hinckle,
who was editor of Ramparts, a
magazine that went out of business
because advertisers have nothing
to sell to left-wing commie pinkos.
Fuck you, Putnam's. Fuck you
too. Bantam. This is what you get
for publishing a good book but
making it all but unavailable.
bleachers happy, even though by
getting in for free the spectators
have been demoted from fans to
potential hot dog consumers.
Now, along comes that old
spoilsport, economics: High
football production costs make it
necessary to bring in more money,
and, as it is impractical to call in
the Pinkertons to bust up the
players' union, increased volume
is the only answer to the profits to
which you have become accustomed. However, once the
spectators have become accustomed to seeing games for
nothing, you certainly can't expect
them to pay. And Phase III of the
Federal Price Controls has a mean
thing about hot dogs, so you can't
raise the price of them, much. The
only thing to do is to sell more hot
dogs.
The simplest marketing solution
is to create 10-minute intermissions between quarters, on
top of the traditional half-time
break, so the fans can better
stretch their pocketbooks and hear
their stomachs growling. But, so as
not to extend the game so much
that it runs over into the game
which immediately follows in the
same stadium — the late game —
five minutes are chopped off each
period.
So spectators wandered in and
out the open gates with varying
degrees of interest; and sometimes
hardly anybody was interested,
even for free; attendance dwindled. To cope with that, the games
that pulled the biggest and most
enthusiastic crowds were studied
for their successful formats. Soon,
all games were alike — including a
mandatory five interceptions, one
bloody field free-for-all, and an
upset victory in the last 10 seconds
by a 40-yard pass or 70-yard run,
interchangeable so the suspense
did not become monotonous.
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THE       UBYSSEY
Friday, September 23, 1977
Handicapped
info offered
Facilities for the handicapped
in Vancouver are poor, studies
have shown, and UBC is one of
the worst areas. But handicapped
persons can get information on
the services that do exist from a
social work group devoted to
helping the handicapped.
Information on services and
facilities for the handicapped in
the   Vancouver   area    has   been
Hot flashes
compiled by the Disabled Citizens
Resource Council. They have an
office at 2215 West 10th Avenue,
third floor. Phone 736-2971.
Penficfoii?
Ever been to Penticton? Ever
really want to?
If you are a new foreign
student at UBC this event is for
you. International House is
organizing a trip to that lovely
interior city, which leaves Sept.
30 and returns Oct. 2.
'Tween classes
today
BAHAICLUB
Discussion, noon, SUB 115.
LE CLUB FRANCAIS
First   meeting,   noon,   International
House upper lounge.
CHINESE VARSITY CLUB
Disco   dance,   evening,   SUB   party
room.
RECREATION UNDERGRAD
SOCIETY
Party,    8    p.m.,    graduate   student
centre garden room.
CONTEMPORARY
DANCE CLUB
Meeting, noon, International House
lounge.
AMS
Free skate,   7:15  p.m. to 10 p.m.,
winter sports centre main rink.
LUTHERAN STUDENT MOVEMENT
Opening barbecue, 6 p.m., Lutheran
Campus Centre.
DEBATING SOCIETY
General meeting, noon, SUB 113.
SATURDAY
CHINESE STUDENTS'
ASSOCIATION
August     moon     dance,     members
$1.50,   non-members   $3,   9   p.m.,
graduate student centre.
Film There's No Place Like Home,
50 cents for members, 2 p.m., SUB
auditorium.
SUNDAY
CHINESE STUDENTS'
ASSOCIATION
Event, 10 a.m., Spanish Banks.
UBC SPORTS CAR CLUB
Slalom, 9:30 a.m., B lot.
The Cat and The Fiddle
Bookshop Ltd
4529 W. 10th Avenue   224-1121
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They're specialists in
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MONDAY
RUS
General   meeting,   noon,  recreation
lounge.
TUESDAY
HAMSOC
First general  meeting,  noon Brock
annex 258.
POTTERY CLUB
Organizational meeting, noon, SUB
251.
CHARISMATIC
CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP
Weekly   student   fellowship,   noon,
SUB 205.
WOMEN'S BIG BLOCK CLUB
Meeting for sizing of BB sweaters,
noon,    War   Memorial   gym,   room
211.
m
Students must register by 4
p.m., Sept. 27 at International
House. Penticton isn't really that
bad, if you like fruit and stuff.
"It's a nice place to visit but I
wouldn't want to live there,"
Penticton residents are fond of
saying.
Third World
Saturday night's alright for
listening. Isn't it?
This Saturday at 8:15 p.m. in
IRC 2 John Dunn, Cambridge
historian will give a lecture on the
relationship between the Third
World and the West.
Entitled Envy, Fear and
Interdependence, the lecture is
sponsored by the Vancouver
Institute. Admission is free.
BLACK & LEE
TUX SHOP
NOW AT
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CONVERSATION PIT SUB
Monday Noon-12:30
QUESTIONS ARE WELCOME AT THIS TIME
INTRAMURAL
SKATING PARTY
SEPT. 23, 1977
7:15-10:30 p.m.
MAIN ICE RINK
Thunderbird
Winter Sports Centre
Everyone Welcome!
FREE ADMISSION
PAYMENT OF FEES
THE DEPARTMENT OF FINANCE, GENERAL
SERVICES ADMINISTRATION BLDG., WISHES TO
REMIND STUDENTS THAT THE
First Instalment is Due On Or Before
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1977
Interested In C.A. Employment
ARTHUR ANDERSEN & CO.
is seeking 1978 graduates for Vancouver and all other offices of
the Firm. Mail an original or photocopy of your personal resume
(UCPA form or AA&Co. data sheet contained in brochure is
suitable and available in Placement Office) by October 24, 1977
to:
DIRECTOR of PERSONNEL
ARTHUR ANDERSEN & CO.
2300-1055 W. Hastings,
Vancouver. V6E 2J2
All resumes will be acknowledged. You will be contacted on or
about October 31 regarding campus interviews which will take
place November 7-10th. Additional information is available at the
UBC Placement Office.
Fall Courses in
READING, WRITING,
VOCARLLARY AND
STUDY SKILLS
The University of British Columbia Reading, Writing, and
Study Skills Centre is offering a number of non-credit
courses in reading, writing, vocabulary and study skills
development commencing the week of October 1, 1977.
Classes last for 7 to 10 weeks and meet in Mechanical
Engineering Annex A.
For registration information call 228-2181, loc. 245.
Pre-registration is required for all classes.
THE CLASSIFIEDS
RATES:   Campus - 3 lines, 1 day $1.50; additional lines 35c.
Commercial - 3 lines, 1 day $2.50; additional lines
50c. Additional days $2.25 and 45c.
Classified ads are not accepted by telephone and are payable in
advance. Deadline is 11:30 a.m.. the day before publication.
Publications Off ice. Room 241,S.U.B., UBC, Van., B.C. V6T 1W5
5 — Coming Events
FREESEE: Wed., Purcell String Quartet. Free Concert, Music Bldg., Recital Hall. 12:30-1:30 p.m
FRIDAY HAPPY HOUR, YAC, at Cecil
Green Park, beginning September 23,
4-6 p.m.
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ORGANICALLY   CROWN   UNSPRAYED
Okanagan fruit in season. 25c per
pound by the case. Free delivery.
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85 — Typing
PIANO LESSONS by experienced teacher. Graduate of Juillard School of
JVPusic. Both beginners and advanced
students welcome. 731-0601.
30 — Jobs
NEED EXTRA MONEY! We have a
couple of subsidized adult Province
newspaper routes in Kitsalino open
Earn $100 a month or more. To applj
call   732-2732.
15 — Found
20 — Housing
FURNISHED SLEEPING ROOM. Non-
smoker male student preferred. Near
all facilities. Telephone 224-9319 after
6:00 p.m.
STUDENT to share deluxe two bedroom apartment with one other.
Dishwasher, w.w. shag, garborater.
Available Oct. 1. $157.50/month.
Phone  738-8026  near  VGH.
25 — Instruction
TEACHER   OF   PIANO   AND   THEORY.
Excellent tuition for all grades and
ages. Prep, for Royal Cons, exams
and festivals.  682-7991.
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65 — Scandals
SUBFILMS WILDERLY presents "Sherlock Holmes' Smarter Brother." Sec.
ond clue for the five hidden tickets:
" 'Information' will get you anywhere."
UBC BOWLING LEAGUE, Monday
nights in SUB lane. Still room for 12
more bowlers (particularly women).
New bowlers welcome. Phone Walter, 228-8225.
85 — Typing
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rates. Call 731-1807, 12 noon to 9 P.m.
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Primitive art from New Guinea
Page Friday this week features a photo essay on the
exhibition of primitive art from New Guinea at the Fine
Arts Gallery, on PF4 and PF5.
Captain Beefheart is interviewed on PF3, while
elsewhere in the music scene, the VSOs Orpheum debut is
reviewed on PF2 and Quebecois singer Robert Charlebois is
reviewed on PF11.
There are several theatre reviews. The Blood Knot is
reviewed on PF2, The Cherry occhard on PF6, and A Moon
for the Misbegotten and Ashes are reviewed on PF8.
Every week, Page Friday publishes creative writing and
graphic art works submitted by U.B.C. Students. This
week. the feature is a short story on PF7.
Vista, weekly column examining the calendar for the
cultural scene in Vancouver, is on PF11.
Finally, on PF9 we pay tribute to a former Page Friday
=taff member, Eric Ivan Berg. A selection of his poetry is
included.
A I entertainment
Play probes racial conflict
By GRAY KYLES
During the past few years the
political situation in South Africa
has been of great concern to
millions of people throughout the
world.
After the Soweto uprisings and
the subsequent massacres of black
students in 1976 the apartheid
system in South Africa has come
under increasing attack from
many sources.
The Blood Knot
By Athol Fugard
Directed by Ernie King
At the Flamington Theatre
until Oct. 1
Many South Africans who reject
apartheid have attempted to tell
the world about conditions in their
country through books, pamphlets,
documentaries and demonstrations.
But some have turned to art,
notably poetry and theatre, to
explain the tensions within South
Africa to the outside world.
The Sepia Players, a Vancouver
theatre   group,   are   currently
staging The Blood Knot by one of
South Africa's most renowned
playwrights, Athol Fugard.
Fugard is vitally concerned
about the political and social injustice which exists in his country.
Yet his plays are not overt political
statements which resort to the use
of dogma and strict political
reasoning.
He is principally concerned with
how people live, what they do and
how they interact with others. As a
South African then he is
necessarily interested in exploring
the relationship between races.
The Blood Knot consists of only
two characters, one black and the
other white. They are brothers, the
offspring of a mixed marriage.
The allegorical implications are
obvious but Fugard is not a simplistic writer. He does not fill his
characters' mouths with easy
quotable jargon representing the
two sides of the South African
question.
Instead his characters, Morrie
and Zach, are trying to understand
just who they are and how they
relate to each other.
Zach is the black brother who
MANKUMA AND ADAMS .. . search for common ground
spends his day standing at the gate
of a large park for a pittance. His
brother Morrie does not work, but
stays home where he keeps house
and plans the brothers' future.
That future involves a two man
farm in the country, away from the
squalor of the shanty town where
they are currently living. It is as
much a pipedream as anything
Eugene O'Neill ever invented.
The great strength of Fugard's
play is the clear picture it gives us
of these two men. Through the
seven scenes of the three-hour
production the playwright lays
bare the souls of his two characters. They are the internal
problems of South African society
are exposed.
To stage The Blood Knot successfully requires a thorough
knowledge of South Africa,
Fugard's work and most importantly the human mind.
Director Ernie King clearly has
all three. Last year he introduced
Sepia Players to Vancouver with
another Fugard play, Boesman
and Lena, which was a resounding
success. All of the plays that his
company have performed since
have been concerned with the
condition of man. There is no light
comedy in King's repertoire.
Which does not mean that it is
not entertaining. The Blood Knot is
amongst the finest theatre to be
offered in Vancouver in recent
years. It has both humor and high
drama and is an emotionally
moving, intellectually stimulating
experience.
And the acting is tremendous.
Neither Blu Mankuma nor John
Destry Adams are well known
actors on the local scene but if
there is any justice they soon will
be.
Mankuma plays Zack, the
illiterate, hard-working black
brother. He comes close to stopping the show several times,
especially in an imaginary conversation with his dead mother.
Watching Mankuma we can feel
Zach's tiredness, his total
resignation to the system which
VSO debut success
ByROBERTJORDAN
ThePrelude to Act III of Richard
Wagner's Lohengrin ushered in the
48th season of the Vancouver
Symphony Orchestra with quite a
flourish. Raucous horns, thunderous brass and swirling (through
undernourished) strings set the
scene quite nicely for the star
attraction of the evening, extremely famous baritone Robert
Merrill.
In Merrill, a certain crowd-
pleaser was obviously sought.
Sixty years old last June, Merrill's
voice sounds amazingly youthful
and agile, though judiciously
chosen repertoire certainly
displayed this famous voice to its
best advantage.
The brief Serenade from Don
Giovanni and Non piu andrai from
The Marriage of Figaro, both by
Mozart, were performed with
consummate skill, reaping
bountiful, well-deserved applause.
Verdi's La Forza del Distino
Overture intervened between the
next pair of vocal numbers. Also by
Verdi, they were Di Provenza il
mar from La Traviata and Iago's
famous aria. Credo in un Dio
crudel, from Ottello. The latter
aria, is a superb example of Verdi
at his most dramatically effective
— anutterly spine chilling piece of
music. The orchestra, understandably zealous over the
dramatic excellence of its role,
literally swamped poor Merrill
with sound in the more vehement
passages. What was audible
vocally in these Verdi arias was
superbly sung, however.
The audience certainly thought
so, as applause continued until the
orchestra launched into what must
be the world's most famous
operatic aria and vocal display
piece, the Largo al factotum from
Act 1 of Rossini's Barber of Seville.
Merrill had his admirers agog with
the vocal pyrotechnics of this
brilliant bauble and a very happy
audience crammed into the Orpheum lobby for the important
Being Seen at the Symphony intermission.
Those who search in music for
tenchically sophisticated compositional technique are usually
very bored by Bruckner symphonies. However, those who are
deeply attuned to and moved by the
essential spirit and substance of
the music itself love his symphonies very deeply.
This musical essence of the
symphonies renders them
perenials of the orchestral
repertoire. Year after year,
however, those driven to near
abstraction from boredom by
Bruckner's music sit next to those
to whom there are few, if any,
greater composers. Apparently the
twain ne'er shall meet.
TTie VSO, guided by Mr. Resident
Conductor,   Kazuyoshi   Akiyama,
did themselves proud on Monday*
night with a superbly empathetic
reading of the work.
Compared to the Queen
Elizabeth Theatre, the Orpheum is
undoubtedly an acoustically
superior environment in which to
listen to a symphony orchestra
concert.  All sections of the or-
oppresses him. He conveys the
utter hopelessness of Zach's
condition. As the white brother,
Morrie Adams equals Mankuma's
superb performance. Morrie hides
his hatred and fear in a never-
ending stream of conversation. He
is acutely aware of the differences
between him and his brother and
carries the inner guilt of the entire
white population.
But Adams also captures that
secret yearning that Morrie has to
be really white, pure and of unmixed blood.
Slowly Adams, Mankuma, King
and Fugard bring us through the
web of intricacies that confound
not only South African society, but
relations between nations, races
and people in general to a climax
that is chilling yet optimistic.
It is a remarkable achievement,
and constitutes one of the most
powerful theatrical productions
ever staged in Vancouver. Ernie
King, the Sepia Players and the
Flamingo Theatre should be
congratulated for presenting the
kind of theatre that makes people
both think and feel as they are
entertained.
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THE       UBYSSEY
Friday, September 23, 1977 interview
Beef heart reveals sanity
By LES WISEMAN
Once upon a time, about thirty-three
years ago, a slightly chubby three-year-old
was sitting in his bathtub when he decided to
embark upon a career as a sculptor. He
began sculpturing his genitals, from there
his large liquid eyes went to the soap and a
life's work was begun.
At the age of five, the little fellow began an
eight year project to sculpt all the animals
on the continents of North America and
Africa.
At seven, the child had his own television
show on which he demonstrated his
sculpting techniques. When the prodigy
reached his adolescent years, all his
production suddenly ceased and in his own
words, he went back and became a baby.
Then, eleven years later, the cocoon
cracked and where once before had stood
Don Van Vliet, child sculptor, there
emerged a very complex, unorthodox
musical entity known as Captain Beefheart.
It is doubtful whether contemporary
music will ever get over his appearance.
Amplified hoover
Armed with his four and one-half octave
voice, which can invoke the finest blues
tradition or alternately can curdle milk at
thirty feet, he conjured up The Magic Band.
Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band
were not to be ignored. Their music defied
every law of convention; their appearances
were punctuated with odd-ball
choreography, and such bizarre stage
gimmicks as plugging a Hoover vacuum
cleaner into an amplifier.
The first album, Safe as Milk, was well
received by many critics, yet the sales were
nothing to rave about. As time rambled on,
the personnel of the band changed and the
music evolved into an avant-garde blend of
multiple-layered rhythms, unheard-of chord
progressions, and surreal lyrics.
Trout Mask Replica and Lick My Decals
Off, Baby (Beefheart's favorite album)
stand as iconoclastic art statements which
haveconfused and delighted critics and fans
alike.
Albums such as The Spotlight Kid and
Clear pot. while retaining the Beefheartian
integrity and vision, became a bit more
accessible and received good FM airplay.
The future looked bright, but the band
made a bid for commercial, hence
monetary, success by releasing two albums
Unconditionally Guaranteed and Bluejeans
and Moonbeams, which Beefheart himself
caDs "shit".
This July, Beefheart returned to Vancouver after an extended absence, with a
new band, some new material, and his integrity, eccentricity, and joy in entertaining
intact. The fans at the Old Roller Rink were
there welcoming their man with cheers and
encores. The novices left either confused,
repulsed, or converted to Beefheartianism.
The performances included all the "hits":
China Pig, Abba Zaba, Orange Claw
Hammer, Blue-eyes Beans from Venus, On
Tomorrow, The Blimp and a taste of some
new material from an album called Bat
"Chain Puller for which Beefheart is looking
' for a record company. Songs such as Floppy
Boot Stomp and A Carrot Is as Close as a
Rabbit Gets to a Diamond are reminiscent
of classic Magic Band material.
Captain Beefheart is different things to
different people. To some he is the most
innovative artistic mind of the decade, to
others he is a joke, to some he is a cult idol,
Vitamin B freah
to others an enigma. He has been called a
Surrealist, a Dadaist, and a freak, but he
knows what he is: a sculptor, a musician, a
painter, a poet, a telepath, a devout
ecologist, a whale enthusiast, but most of all
an animal..
One thing that is certain is that the man is
a joy to talk to. Conversation with Beefheart
is somewhat like playing ping-pong with a
square ball; you never know in which
direction it will take off. Beefheart has one
hell of a good time with the English
language and adores tinkering with the
conventional flow of speech.
Beefheart: (pointing to a fluorescent
light) You mind if I turn this off? They
deplete vitamin B to such a degree that its
almost... (hegrunts). And vitaminB costs a
lot of money.
What is that on your shirt (points to a
button)?
PF: That's Dr. Strange. Do you ever read
comic books?
Beefheart: No, I think they're anti-art,
actually, but that's a nice button. What is
that? I'm really interested. I've never seen
one like it and I've seen a lot of those things.
I mean they just about bash your eyes out.
everywhere you go. Everywhere you go
there's one of those things. I did "Lick My
Decals Off Baby". Up here they say DEC-
als its actually de-CALS. The say I meant it
was de-CALS because its more... (growls).
Do you know what I mean ?
PF: Ya. Do you mind if I smoke ?
Beefheart: I wish you'd give me one,
please. I love French cigarettes. But what I
do is this (tears the filter off the cigarette),
because cancer came in with the filter, I
think. Don't you ?
PF: I don't know. I have such a bad
conscience every time I light up a cigarette
that its ridiculous.
Beefheart: Oh ya, me too. I'll quit
someday. (There ensues a conversation
about the various merits of French
cigarettes.) I'm sort of a phony smoker, I
hardly ever inhale. You see, my moustache
gives the impression that I'm really on the
thing. I feel so funny doing this (smoking). I
mean you never see a whale with a cigar in
his mouth. Its silly.
well off over there now. Everytime I go
there I can go to a lot of peoples houses. I
mean I can just step from house to house all
over that country.
(At this point Beefheart changes to the
subject of rivers as we are very near the
Capilano river)
Beefheart: Thereare a few rivers down in
Santa Cruz. I did Blabber and Smoke there.
That was a funny song. My wife came up
with the title for that and then I thought, oh
man, that's the whole thing, blabber and
smoke. And then I wrote the thing; that was
a lot of fun, I remember that.
I remember the smell of the air. The
rivers are nothing like this (the Capilano). I
mean this is an overabundance of beauty,
just fantastic. Especially this place right
here. This is one of the ones.
I mean its still got a plug in where you can
play an electric guitar, if you're so inclined.
I'm not convinced that's the thing to do...
play an electric guitar.
PF: But there's so much fun you can have
with electricity.
Beefheart: Oh, I know! You fell for
Frankenstein too... I mean the bride of
Frankenstein... Boris Karloff.
PF: Son of Tonette.
Beefheart: Right!
BEEFHEART ... his heart belongs to dada
—doug field photo
PF: You never see cows with burning hay
in their mouths.
Beefheart: But you know in Texas the
land where they go psssst (imitates a
cowboy branding a calf, then raises his
voice) It don't hurt 'em! You know when
they brand them? Those people are
frightening! I don't eat meat, do you?
PF: Ya, but my budget doesn't allow me
to do it very often.
Beefheart: Well, that's good for you, if you
could get a budget where you couldn't
smoke you'd be better off even more.
PF: I find that when I eat meat I just want
to fall asleep.
Beefheart: It takes too much to digest. We
don't do the activity that the caveman did.
An orangutang is extremely powerful and
they don't eat meat. Now the chimpanzee
eats birds, but not the orangutang or the
gorilla. An elephant doesn't eat meat.
Stronger things don't, and if I may say so,
neither do the smarter things. Although,
whales do feed on Crustacea.
PF: Apparently "Safe As Milk" was
really big in England while it didn't sell
much over here.
Beefheart: It was extremely big. I'm very
(the conversation now turns to telepathy)
Beefheart: It (telepathy) is there for
everybody. You do it to a degree. I know
you're open to that kind of thing. You know
that don't you?
PF: I don't deny my "mystic" whatever,
or natural things that we don't understand.
Beefheart: Right, I don't even think it is
mystic. I think it's something we've lost like
the tail, or the whale... they still have
remnants of little things that they had when
they were on land.
Some children these days are being born
without appendixes. I think we don't need it
(telepathy) because we've got a telephone,
that's one of the biggest cut-offs of
telepathy.
PF: I remember reading that you can go
to the phone before it starts ringing,
knowing that its for you.
Beefheart: Oh ya, that happens all the
time. Ohya.and a lot of other things happen
that are very involved... well they're not
very involved unless you try and talk about
them. Because complication like speech
breeds anxiety.
That's what I was saying on Clear Spot..."
I have to run so far to find a Clear Spot". I
ean feel that (telepathy) with you. I could
the other night.. I knew who you were... I
could feel it... before I even walked in. (At
this point the telephone rings, Beefheart
grins, shakes my hand) You did that didn't
you?
(The conversations turns back to ecology
and the Captain begins to plug a book called
Autonomous Technology by his good friend
and longtime Beefheart chronicler Langdon
Winner.)
Beefheart: Autonomous technology...
that's, can man control the machines or will
the machines control man? I think possibly
its out of control, its frightening. What about
that neutron bomb!!,
Langdon Winner called me from Maine
and he told me that the clams have cancer...
in the bay in Boston! A little paranoia is a
goodpropellant. Progress is Chanel No. 5 on
the rocks. (He lights up another cigarette)
Anything good is gonna getcha. (We proceed
to compare tar and nicotine ratings of our
cigarettes.) These (Gitanes) are a lot better
than American cigarettes... they put all that
Saltpeter smohes
chemical echhh in them to make money and
keep them burning. Saltpeter and glycerine!
PF: Saltpeter!! Oh, oh!
Beefheart: I know! This guy told me a
joke once, he was an older man, a recluse
and lived in a trailer in the desert. He was
about eighty-eight and had been in the
service.
Anyhow, he told me, 'You know it never
worked on me, they'd put saltpeter in the
food in the army, to keep us under control.
But it never... uh... worked on me... uh...
until I turned... uh... eighty!' It was so
funny, Tiim being out in the desert like Don
Juan.
PF: You said you were going to read
Autonomous Technology while you're on the
road, yet I recall reading an article that said
you didn't have much use for reading...?
Beefheart: I'm starting... everybody gets
to it eventually. I never went to school. I've
said it a lot of times but if you want to be a
different fish you've got to jump out of the
school. But that doesn't mean it applies to
everybody. It just suited me not to go to
school due to the fact that I'm" an artist.
I just take my pattern. I'm trying to do art
and I don't want anything getting on top of
my art. So I don't ever listen to anybody or
anything... very seldom... then I'm very
careful of who I listen to. And its a sacrifice
because there's so many good things that
I'm missing.
But I have to do it as an artist. But its not
because I feel weak, in that my mind can't
discriminate enough to know which is me
and which isn't. I just want to do something
new and different. I want to do something
that I do! That's why I avoided school.
PF: You had a television show when you
were seven in which you demonstrated
sculpture. How did you get into that?
Beefheart: I was over at a zoo all the time
throughout my young life. From the time I
was three until I was thirteen I worked on
sculpting and it just snowballed... (at this
point Beef hearts audio attention wavers to
the noise of the traffic going by) I can't hear
with all those cars! I don't need that music,
man! I don't like metal rock! I mean that's
where that comes from... that motor-city
society! I don't dig it!
Now let's see if lean pick back up.... I was
sculpting animals. Most of my friends then
were animals, only they were in captivity.
Psychotic animal
But I knew at the time that it's better that
they be there for children to see if they have
to keep man out with a jail.
I-think they're in jail for protection. Isn't
that awful? Well they may be psychotic but
at least they won't be put on somebody's
wall for a trophy.
PF: There's one-polar bear down here...
Beefheart: (aghast) Oooh, its not on the
wall is it?
PF: No, down in the park and it walks
backwards all day, does a pivot, and then
goes around again! And it does that all day!
Beefheart: Oh no! But, if they put it up
north some Russian airplane with a scope
and a propeller would come down and go,
'Oh there he goes, we got him now! You
know, like they do to the whales.
PF: I saw a neat thing in the zoo the other
day. I went to look at the fruit bats...
See PF10: ANIMALS
Friday, September 23, 1977
THE       UBYSSEY
Page Friday, 3 Primitive art: Conjuring i
By DAVID MORTON
New Guinea has been a haven for
thropologists in recent years due to varii
discoveries of primitive tribes that hi
remained     virtually     untouched
civilization.
One recent find revealed a tribe which 1
remained so isolated, not only from Westi
civilization, but other New Luinean trib
that it had only discovered the wheel wit]
the past half century.
The art of this uniquely primitive lane
the subject of the Fine Art Gallery's curn
show, entitled Ngwalndu.
Naturally   the   mood   of   the   show
predominated by the darkness of the lai
its black magic and witchraft.
The exhibition cannot be viewed in t
same way as a show of paintings by
modern artist. The "works of art" in t
case are artifacts of an entire culture whi
even the most qualified of anthropologi
could not begin to comprehend.
But fragments  oT  the  culture  can
gathered frony close examination of t
artifacts.
Their mystical quality stem from t
conditions of their creation.
The artist in this culture is not a povei
stricken individual trying to live off Cana
Council grants, but a priest — one who is
direct communication with spirits of t
underworld.
Everything he creates is a message frc
the spirits, and with each mask, carving
piece of pottery, there is a spiritual purpoi
Many of the artifacts on display are t«
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THE       UBYSSEY
Friday, September 23, 1977 > spirits of a magical vision
such as spearthrowers, basket hooks or
shields. Each is carved with various
spiritual motifs which would ward off evil
spirits and bring the hunters or fishermen
into good favor with their gods.
In some instances this fusion between
spiritual purpose and practical purpose
obscures the utility of the object. Is it an idol
or a tool?
Not only is the spirituality of the New
Guinean culture reflected in the art, but the
environment as well.
The undulating rhythm of the ocean can
be seen in pattern designs of the masks and
the skull paintings. Various seashells are
embedded in the masks as either simple
decoration, or rather effectively as eyes.
The decorative use of bird feathers and
the recurring image of birds in different
objects reveal the importance of the bird in
New Guinean culture. One motif that is
easily discernible is the Fish Eagle perched
protectively on the head of the figure of a
man.
Obviously Anthropology students will get
the most pleasure out of this exhibition, but
an attempt to inform the lay audience of the
New Guinean culture is made in the show's
rather elaborate program.
If the lay viewer can wade through this
densely academic introductory essay by
Barbara DeMott, he can gain a fairly
rounded idea of the culture in the context of
the displayed artifacts.
The viewer won't walk away an expert,
but will at least have a deeper appreciation
for the wheel.
The show continues until Oct. 15.
Friday, September 23, 1977
THE       UBYSSEY
Page Friday, 5 ! theatre f
Director murders Chekhov
By GREGORY STRONG
The West Coast Actors
production of "The Cherry Orchard" is a disappointment to
anyone who has seen their fine
work in past seasons. Chekhov's
masterpiece has been badly
distorted by director Robert'
Graham's interpretation of thei
play.
The Cherry Orchard is about a.
family of Russian landowners and
their servants and friends who do
nothing to prevent the auction sale
The Cherry Orchard"
By Anton Chekhov
Directed by Robert Graham
At the Vancouver  East  Cultural
Centre
Until October 8
of their estate. Instead, the
characters only talk about the
action they might take to save their
land and they discuss their feelings
for one another and their attachments to the cherry orchard.
The focus of Chekhov's drama is
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CHERRY ORCHARD ... bares emotional preoccupations
not on a class, or type of people, but
on their emotional preoccupations; their loves and hopes,
feelings to which a theatre
audience can easily respond.
But director Robert Graham let
his actors lose sight of the overall1
effect of their work and the play
lacked a sense of progression, or
rhythm. The director missed the
laughter that offsets the tragedy in
Chekhov's play and it can never be
expressed too many times that
Chekhov is comic a s well as tragic.
His characters appear comical
because what they say is undercut
by what they do. They are also
tragic becausewe can identify with
their problems.
Director Graham seems to have
produced "The Cherry Orchard"
as a history piece that claims it is a
picture of Russian life in 1903,
fourteen years before the
Revolution. But this is a terrible
error because the richness, and
beauty of Chekhov's plays is in
their sense of timelessness. We are
like his characters, still unsure of
what we do and finding our lives
just as inexplicable and ambiguous.
"The Cherry Orchard" opens to
a dazzling impressionistic set with
long latticed windows at the edge
of a drawing room with narrow
silhouetted cherry trees beyond the
windows. Lopahin, a wealthy
businessman is lounging on a
couch and leafing through the
pages of a book which doesn't
interest him. Finally, he drops the
book to the ground, snickering as
he lay down on the couch.
The director's implication is that
he is a childish, middle class boor
who wantonly destroys what he
cannot understand, like beauty or
culture. And throughout the play,
Lopahin was given this heavy
portrayal as an intense individual
and a graspy representative of a
rising Russian middle class. But
Chekhov's play is more subtle than
class relationships and by the
director's heavy hand, we lost
much of Lopahin's uncertainty
about his own feelings.
The third act of "The Cherry
Orchard" was the weakest section
of the performance because the
actors seemed to be playing the
scenes as high tragedy. Trish
Grainge as Madame Ranevsky
completely lost her manners while
arguing with the student, Trofimov
and by shouting at him, ruined any
credibility she might have had as
the highborn Russian aristocrat
that she played.
It was typical of director
Graham's brutal approach to the
play that he staged a death scene to
end what he had done. Antony
Holland, who had given an
amusing portrayal of Firs, the
ridiculous old butler, moved into a
delicious parody of King Lear's
death which he milked for all the
sentiment it was worth.
However, there were some very
good solo efforts by Bernard
Cuffling as Madame Ranevsky's
spineless brother and by Jim
McQueen as Lopahin, who did well
despite the queer distortion of his
role.
The main question one should
ask after seeing "The Cherry
Orchard" is how a very talented
groupof Vancouver actors could be
led so far astray.
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Friday, September 23, 1977 \creative arts
The seasons and Marie-Claire
By MERRILEE ROBSON
I was there the first time they, Michael and Marie-Claire,
met. Our Marie-Claire was wearing her black and brown
dress and her black sandals, looking small and dark and
pretty. Shehadnotdressed up for him, or for me either, but
just because she likes to be certain that no one could
criticize anything about her. She likes to be in control, our
Marie-Claire.
We all shook hands and sat down around the conference
table or at one end of it, because the room was too big for
our discussion. Marie-Claire picked her white papers with
her small, tanned hands and tapped them once against the
table to tidy them before she started to speak. Marie-Claire
is very efficent.
I saw her look for a moment at the gold wedding ring on
his brown hand. But I knew that it wouldn't matter to
Marie-Claire that he was married. I knew that she was only
wondering why this man felt he needed to make that
statement to her, or why anyone would care to admit that
they weren't entirely self-sufficient.
They were quite a bit alike. That is, Michael and Marie-
Claire were both small and dark, and rather exotic-looking;
both very self-confident. I felt too large and too rudely red-
haired. Maire-Claire picked her papers up when she needed
them, drank her coffee when she wanted it. Neither of them
used their folders as props. They were more subtle. Marie-
Claire tossed her long black hair, tapped her small, pretty
foot. But only because she wanted to; Marie-Claire does not
play games.
That time we finished with our business quickly. Michael
got up to leave and shook our hands again. When he had
closed thedoor behind him Marie-Claire turned to me. "My
God, Peter, what a silly, pompous man," she said. I
laughed. I was relieved that he had not impressed her but I
wondered why she had allowed herself to be antagonized.
Marie-Claire doesn't usually notice people.
The three of us had to meet often. I liked Marie-Claire's
reaction to him. She was polite, efficient. But every so often
she would look at me with her brown eyes and raise on black
eyebrow. That said everything.
They were quite a bit alike,
Michael and Marie- Claire.
But we met often and she sometimes laughed at his jokes.
Still, many times she would look.sideways at me and smile.
We worked for the same company.
And then, one time when our meeting had lasted later
than usual Marie-Claire said, "Well, if our Marie-Claire
wants a drink..."
"Then we should buy her one," Michael finished.
I waited for Marie-Claire to shake her head and tell him
that she always bought her own drinks. She looked at me for
a moment with her wicked, mocking smile; then she said,
"We can buy rounds," and laughed.
I laughted too and said, "Marie-Claire, you really do want
a drink." But she was going back to her office to fetch her
jacket and didn't hear me. Michael chuckled but I didn't
acknowledge that. I didn't want a man from another
company laughing at our Marie-Claire.
We went to the bar across the street. Marie-Claire walked
in themiddle. It was autumn but it was hard to tell. There is
the occasional decorator tree in the city and there were a
few leaves on the grey sidewalk. But usually the city looks
the same, no matter what season it is. The sky was grey.
Marie-Claire wore a brown jacket, like an autumn leaf, and
high-heeled shoes. She walked quickly but I had to slow
down because my legs are so much longer than hers.
Michael is shorter than I am.
Michael took Marie-Claire's arm when we crossed the
street. I waited for Marie-Claire to put him in his place. But
she only laughed nervously. When we were across the street
he let her go and she touched the sleeve of his jacket lightly
saying, "I can cross streets by myself."
The lounge is on the main floor of the hotel. Marie-Claire
doesn't like it very much because the booths are
upholstered in red vinyl and they have black velvet paintings on the walls. But it's just across the street. I don't
mind it.
"Christ, what an awful place!" Michael said. I gave him
an angry look and watched for another smile from Marie-
Claire. But she just wrinkled up her eyes and laughed a lot,
looking at Michael.
She slid into one of the red vinyl booths and Michael sat
down beside her. I was shocked. She's our Marie-Claire. I
sat down opposite them. They looked like brother and
sister. Marie-Claire was still laughing. It wasn't very
dignified.
Going for drinks after the meetings became a habit.
Marie-Claire started to call it "our bar" although she'd
never Bked it. Sometimes Marie-Claire and I would go there
after work and run into Michael. He was always very
friendly to me, even invited me to play squash with him
some afternoon. Marie-Claire said it was very fortunate
that we all got along so well, as we did have to hold these
meetings.
But one day Marie-Claire's car needed something done to
it. I forget what, and she left it at the garage. We were
walking across the street to our bar. It had started to snow.
Marie-Claire looked at the grey sky and then down at her
small, brown leather shoes. "I'm afraid I'm going to get
awfully wet going home on the bus tonight," she said.
And of course I said, "But Marie-Claire, I'll drive you
home."
"Oh, no, I couldn't let you do that, Peter," she said. "You
live in quite the opposite direction." Marie-Claire doesn't
rely on anyone.
But Michael said, "I go your way, Marie-Claire." I looked
at him suspiciously.
Marie-Claire just smiled and said, "Well, if you could just
drop meoff somewhere near there. . . ."I thought of Marie-
Claire's soft, brown shoes in the snow somewhere near her
apartment and laughed at how stupid our conventions of
etiquette are. Marie-Claire knew he would drive her home;
otherwise she might just as well take the bus. Marie-Claire
is not always so polite. Michael is very polite.
Michael excused himself and a while later I saw him
standing at the phone booth just outside the door of the
lounge. His grey suit looked softly luminous in the darkness
of the bar. Marie-Claire didn't seem to notice him. I wondered if he was phoning his boss. No, it was too late in the
day for that. He was phoning his wife. He'd be late for
dinner.
I wondered if Marie-Claire was considering changing
jobs. No, Marie-Claire wouldn't be so disloyal. I looked at
her and smiled. She din't notice; she was looking at the
smallest of her russet fingernails. She was frowning
slightly. I watched her tiny, winter-pale fingers, trying to
find the flaw which was demanding all her attention. She
looked perfect to me, but I guesss I don't really know much
about that sort of thing, and Marie-Claire always looks
pretty good to me. A candle was burning in the red lamp on
ourtable and the light was reflected in the golden bracelets,
on Marie-Claire's wrists.
Michael came Back to the table then. He walked smoothly
across the floor, like a small, well-dressed cat, and sat down
next to Marie-Claire. "Just had to tell them how the
meeting went," he said to me. Marie-Claire forgot her
fingernail and laughed, saying she thought it had gone very
well.
So we had quite a few drinks that night and it had stopped
snowing by the time we left. It was really very early for
snow and it was soft and slushy. Marie-Claire frowned
again and stopped in the doorway.
"I'll go get the car and pick you up here," Michael offered.
"Oh, no. That's find. I can walk," she replied. Maire-
Claire is very independent. But she's rather silly
sometimes. She was obviously worried about her shoes.
They were such silly little shoes too, with very high heels;
not the sort of thing for hiking through snow. We walked to
the parking garage together and Michael took her arm
again. This time she didn't complain. With such high heels
and so much snow she probably couldn't cross the street by
herself.
And after that Marie-Claire stopped smiling wickedly at
me. She would smile at both of us, but not wickedly, and
insist that we were all really good friends. We would go out
to lunch together and we met for drinks after work. Usually
we wouldn't stay too long at the bar though, unless Michael
had made one of his calls to tell them how the meeting had
gone. Then we'd all drink rather a lot and Marie-Claire
would start togiggle. I'd never seen her like that before and
I'd really worry about her driving home like that, especially
as the weather was getting worse and it snowed quite often.
I wondered if he was phoning
his boss. No, it was too late
in the day for that.
He was phoning his wife.
She always seemed to make it home all right. I still
worried about her though.
We still met with Michael often, sitting at one corner of
the huge conference room table. We'd spread our papers
out abng it and leave round marks from our coffee cups on
its glossy surface. We would scribble down notes and toss
wads of paper into the immaculate wastepaper basket.
Once I even spilled my coffee on the green carpet. But
every time we came into the room it was always perfectly
tidy: the heavy, padded brown chairs always evenly spaced
around the table, the carpet spotlessly green, the table
gleaming and the wastepaper basket unsullied.
I always found the atmosphere restricting but it didn't
seem to bother the others at all. Marie-Claire and Michael
would lean close together to look at the same paper, then
slide it rapidly across the shining table top to me. They
would laugh, not noticing how the president's portrait
frowned on that sort of thing. Once I saw Michael wink at
Marie-Claire and she only smiled at him. I wondered if he
knew that Marie-Claire would never let anyone else behave
so frivously. I looked at the other painting in the room, a
landscape painting of a lake in the summertime. If we had
been there instead of the conference room it might have
been all right for them to laugh like that.
Then one Thursday when we were supposed to meet,
Michael phoned me to say he couldn't make it. We talked
for a few minutes and agreed on a different time. I saw
Marie-Claire walk past my office door on her way to the
conference room. I called to her but she didn't hear me.
Michael asked me to say hello for her for him and then hung
up.
I went down the hall to tell her. She was sitting in one of
the brown armchairs, looking at the painting of the lake.
One of her white hands was lying on her whiter papers and
the red spots of her fingernails were moving slowly up and
down, tapping softly. She looked very small at the end of the
long table. I went and sat down beside her.
She looked at me. "You're late and he's later," she said
smugly.
"He's not coming today. He just phoned me." She
widened her eyes a little and then looked down at her
papers. "I guess you weren't in your office when he called,"
Tsaid. "He would have phoned both of us, I'm sure."
"Yes, I came down here a bit early, I guess." She put her
papers in their beige folder and picked it up, holding it
tightly against her beige suit. "Did he say when he was
coming again?"
I told her and we walked back to my office together. I
closed my door and thought about her walking down the hall
alone.
Marie-Claire, you've known
all along that he9s married.
It serves you right.
The next week, on the appointed day, someone knocked
on my office door, I can't remember his name now but I
remember that I liked him quite well. He was much taller
than Michael and he didn't make me feel so huge and
clumsy. He told me that Michael wasn't able to come but
that he thought he had all the information he would need.
I showed him to the conference room. It was empty. We
sat down and I opened my folders, spreading papers untidily in front of him. Marie-Claire opened the door and
stopped there.' 'Is Michael sick? " she asked. The other man
(I wish I could remember his name) told her that he hadn't
been able to come and she sat down beside me.
A few weeks later Michael phoned me again. "Peter, it
looks like I won't be able to come any more," he said. "This
other fellow should be quite competent." I assured him that
the last meeting had gone very well. "I'm glad to hear it,"
hesaid. "I tried tocall Marie-Claire but she doesn't seem to
be in yet. I'll try to get her at home." I was surprised that
Marie-Claire was late for work. I started to worry about
her. A traffic accident, maybe? Marie-Claire is always so
prompt. "Maybe we could all get together for a drink some
time," Michael was saying, "and you still haven't come
over to play squash." That was true, and I was quite sure I
wouldn't. I imagined Michael would be quite good, or he
wouldn't haveasked. I'd need a lot of practice first.
I put the receiver down and after a few minutes the phone
started to ring again. I waited for a moment and then an-
sweredit. It was Marie-Claire; I knew it would be.
"Where are you? Are you all right?'' I asked.
"Peter, I'm not coming in today. I'm not feeling well."
She sounded like she was crying.
"Marie-Claire, you've known all along that he's married.
It serves you right."    -
"What?"shesaid, but she sounded guilty. She knew what
T was talking about.
"Look, Marie-Claire, I'll come over. Okay?" She sounded
surprised but she agreed and I hung up, getting up to go to
the garage. The office could do without me for a while and
Michael had cancelled his appointment again. I took the
elevator down into the dark garage and unlocked my car.
It was snowing heavily. I thought that spring was well
overdue. It had been an awful winter. The traffic was
moving slowly along the street. I pulled onto the street and
waited patiently for the light to change. A few cars crossed
the intersection and the light turned again. I waited.
I thought that by the time I got there it would be too late. I
wondered if I should have called an ambulance. I looked for
a phone booth but there wasn't one around. What if she
hadn't done it yet? It occurred to me that I hadn't the
faintest idea what she would do. Yes, definitely suicide. I
imagined rushing in to her as she gasped her last breath
and realized the mistake she had made. I would put my
arms around her.
I wondered how she would do it. Pills? No, for Marie-
Claire there would have to be blood. It would ruin her
apartment but the drama was essential. The blood would
match her fingernails.
I would have to tell Michael. He probably wouldn't
suggest squash after this. It would be funny to see him at
' the funeral. It would be hard for him to look so smug now.
I was still moving slowly down the same street. I saw a
clear blue phone booth through the snow. But I'd decided
that our Marie-Claire wouldn't really kill herself. She was
too much in control. And even if she was dead when I got
there it wouldn't mean that she had lost control, just that
she was making sure she wouldn't.
Friday, September 23, 1977
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Page Friday, 7 theatre
'Moon9 is poignantly human
By GREGORY STRONG
It was a pleasure to see the
production of Eugene O'Neill's
play, A Moon for the Misbegotten
which opened last week at the
Freddie Wood Theatre. The;
STanley Weese production of this
classic made no innovations in its
interpretation of the play, but the
chief appeal of the production lay
in the emotional impact of.
O'Neill's playwrighting.
A Moon for the Misbegotten
By Eugene O'Neill
Directed by STanley A. Weese
At the Freddie Wood Theatre
Until Sept. 24   ■
Eugene O'Neill has always been
credited with being a founder of
serious drama in America because
of the commercial and critical
successes of his early plays.
O'Neill was a playwright who tried
to express the inner experiences of
his characters from within his own
tragic vision of modern man.
A Moon for the Misbegotten wasj
his elegy for a dead older brother,
Jamie, whom he had loved for his
wit and laughter, but hated for his
self-destructive cynicism and
drunkenness.
In several ways, A Moon for the
Misbegotten is among the least
theatrical of his plays. There is
little stage action during the two
acts of the play and it is filled with-
long and difficult character
monologues.
But this untheatrical play can
still move its audiences very
deeply. The characters completely
expose their dreams and fears on
stage and yet the play has humour
and warmth.
In the play a woman and a man
meet under the moonlight and she
attempts to console him about his
mother's death.
And when Josie Hogan's father
arrives on the following morning
and sees her cradling Jamie
Tyrone asleep in her arms, she
tells him that she is,
Ashes is hot
By KEN BROWN
Seldom can an author, a
director, or a group of actors
manage a two-hour evolution from
gross farce to bitingly poignant
drama. TTie Playhouse Theatre
Company has done so, with David
Rudkin's Ashes, at the David Y. H.
Lui Theatre.
As one enters the theatre, one is
certainly not sure what to expect.
There is an almost bleak sparsity
to the clinicly black-and-white set,
with its quasi-marble floor.
Ashes
By David Rudkin
Directed by Susan Ferley
At the David Y. H. Lui Theatre
until Oct. 1
Brief fears may arise that the
play will involve some kind* of
prolonged dissection of small
animals. But his apprehension is
quelled as the lights go down for
the first scene, and we hear in the
dark the voices of Anne (Heather
Brechin) and Colin (Terence
Kelly), as they make love. The
play begins with an orgasm, and
we in the audience are unsure of
how to take this, until we learn, at
the end of the scene, that part of
Colin's ecstatic moaning is caused
by his wife's attack on his
blackheads.
Fooled into thinking that we are
now securely on the ground of
farce, we in the audience giggle
and titter, until the lights come up
on the next scene: a gynecologist
groping about with Anne's organs,
and ridiculously describing them
as "robust and healthy."
A jarring image becomes
irresistibly funny.
This is the dramatic point of
much of the play, which extracts
wry, warm humor from situations
that simply ought not to be funny.
The plot concerns the long
struggle of Colin and Anne to
become parents, first by conceiving a child themselves, and
later by adopting one. Much of the
comedy in the first half of the play
arises out of the encounters between the young couple and a series
of gynecologists and sexual
specialists, all most ably portrayed
by John Innes. ("Jennifer," he
lisps to his nurse, inviting her to
stare with him through a
microscope at Colin's sperm, "I
think these sperm are dead,
wouldn't you say?")
In fact, it is neither Colin's impotence nor Anne's sterility that is
the cause of the couple's barrenness, but rather a kind of chemical
imbalance between them. The
doctors prescribe such theatrical
delights as a twice-daily scrotum
bath for Colin, and an unprotestant
sexual technique for the couple.
Colin's long asides to the,
audience take on a more serious
tone. Talking about his fear of
impotence, he quips, "Jack's seed
is fit for transcendental sex alone,"
and, "Man's sexuality emancipated from propagation!" These
kinds of philosophical headlines
are spliced through the play.
Colin and Anne, after months of
heroic effort, finally manage to
conceive' a child.
Ironically, the pregnancy is
fraught with complications, and
Anne is forced to stay abed for an
unspecified but lengthy period.
This puts a strain on the marriage,
and the true value of the pair's
mutual support and company is
tested, and passes.
Mr. Innes' third or fourth
"doctor character" makes his
appearance, this time a sympathetic G.P., advising that the
chances of a successful childbirth
are not gre&t, and a sombreness
settles upon the play.
The baby miscarries, and Anne
is hystorectomized. The couple
make application for adoption,
while Colin flies from their home in
rural Britain back to his home city
of Belfast to attend the funeral of
his uncle, a Protestant militant
who has died in a bombing explosion.
We learn in Colin's soliloquized
monologue that his family has
rejected him for his rational
position of non-violence vis-a-vis
Northern Ireland, so he is isolated
from his progenitors on one end,
and by his lack of progeny on the
other. These considerations give
rise to a few more gems of diction:
"However a cosmos might absorb
calamity, extinction is final for the
thing extinct."
Mr. Kelly brings a warmth and
sensitivity to the role of Colin that
is deeply moving, and Ms. Brechin
accomplishes a heroism touched
with irony in her struggle to
preserve the life of an unborn
foetus.
Full marks also to Ms. Susan
Ferley for her direction. The comic
pacing of the first half of the play is
impeccable, and most impressive
is the complete shift in the play's
tone, carried off so subtly that in
the course of a few minutes, that
reaction to the piece moves from
the ludicrous to the bittersweet
almost without notice. There-is an
invisible adeptness to the businesslike way in which scenes change to
a diversity of locales, which they
do with great frequency.
In addition, the sparse and
functional design of Judith Lee,
and the solid supporting performances of John Innes and
Nicola Cavendish all make for an
entertaining, enlightening and
touching evening in the theatre.
the virgin who bears a dead
child in the night, and the dawn
finds her still a virgin. If that isn't
a miracle, father, what is?"
The play is working with several
mythical illusions and Josie is
described as being a large woman,
an earth mother who becomes
Jamie Tyrone's confessor, an
earthly Mary who absolves him of
his guilt.
The two main roles of Josie
Hogan and Jamie Tyrone are
among the most difficult to play in
the modern theatre, and though
Judith Matsai and Lee Taylor
made great efforts to play them,
they didn't always succeed in
making credible characterizations. Matsai seemed too
frail and quick and her voice was
too high for the big farm girl, Josie
Hogan. Taylor didn't have the
casual yet self-destructive
qualities of a Jamie Tyrone.
However, Barney O'Sullivan
stole the first act of the play as
Philip Hogan, the tough Irish
tenant farmer who hates Standard
Oil and farms a rockpile. Act two,
which is almost a duet between
Josie and Jamie, verged on the
melodramatic, but had some
moments of deep emotion where
the audience felt genuinely uncomfortable with so much exposed
on the stage.
Director Stanley  has shown
courage in attempting such a
difficult and demanding theatrical
event. A Moon for the Misbegotten
is unwieldly at times, but with the
power of O'Neill's playwrighting, it
is easily "best show in town".
TYRONE AND JOSIE . .. dreams substantial as moonbeams
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Enjoy the smooth,
light flavour. f
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Itn memonam
Goodbye 9 Erie Ivan Berg
By TED COLLINS
There were not enough words for him. I'm
sure if he had lived, he would have used
them all, and then invented more. Eric Berg
died this summer in a logging accident. He
was a regular Ubyssey staffer for several
years and a graduate of the Creative
Writing Department. He was also
associated with Vancouver's Co-op Radio
and with Echo Magazine. Mostly, though, he
was a poet.
It was once said of him that he lived on
Toby and frozen peas, but it is more likely he
lived on poetry. His room was stacked with
poetry magazines, a major proportion of
them contributor's copies, and then another
stack of his own manuscripts. He had an
enormous output, some of it good, some of it
very, very good, some of it pure rant. Eric
did the best rants in the business. It was part
of his charm. He liked nothing better than to
lambaste the ICBC, or to dedicate a poem to
the editors he most loved to hate.
Which brings us to another of his eccentricities. He saved rejection slips. No one
got louder rejection slips than Eric. This
was owing to his policy of writing cover
letters. His cover letters could have been
framed and entered into the loudmouths'
hall of fame. It was just his manner. There
was no harm in him. Eric was probably the
only writer in existence who Xeroxed his
rejection slips and handed them out to his
friends.
His friends will miss him deeply. Already1
a small plaque has been erected in his honor
in the Austin pub where he used to go to
drink and chat every Thursday. Eric,
although he published widely, never had a
book. His friends are now in the process of
editing a manuscript.
He was only 27 when he died, as full of life
and joy and energy as ever. He had only
been logging about 10 days in his whole life
when the accident occurred. The death was
pointless, ludicrous, and it has deprived us
of a poet. His career was on the upswing. His
poems were better than they ever were.
There are manuscripts probably even now
that arein the process of being published, as
a consequence of the time lag between
submission, acceptance and publication.
His friends will miss him, but Canada
should miss him also. We lost a major voice
in Eric Berg, and the tragedy is that few will
ever know it.
Another poem
for Pat Lowther
She's gone out again in the rain. Gone on
into that charged darkness where the wet resumes
soft shrouded. Rinsing in slow dissolve the rain wraiths,
the ghosts of rain, fall cleanly from her face.
Drips lie stilled — lie pooled into the shape of lips
pressed moist to her rain lover's tongue. All of it
comes a'tumbling down quicksilvered,, puddles here.
For now there's no more gull and sparrow swooping while
wet Fall's flurry plashes down upon our raincoast again.
Died, yes. Yet who could have predicted it?
For there was no more sunshine stepping out on
the waves — only that sunken octopus' cold embrace.
Only he saw her skin soaking through, rippled it rough as bark.
So blinded by her migraine headaches she went out in pain,
in the pain that poured blood in again and again.
But who then could have predicted salty raindrops in
her ducts or warmrivulets of blood or the love of another
lover? Or who was it, remembered, that thing hovering in
the branching dark much more demanding than its music?
Remembers how it sometimes rises to its white madness?
To its momentary madness? O she remembers how it rose.
And who was that one foresworn to silence?
The one who forgot how to make love, one deafened by that
ugly drumrattle hum — the mallet music of the rainsquall?
She's left us, gone out again to swim the creek veins
of her last blood sponged poetry. Yet only she predicted it.
Patsy Lou's gone, gone out into the rain —
yet she never, never came back again-. . . .
By Eric Ivan Berg
Land Change
Lint grey edges of light
soften their focus, refract, and break up
here at the edges of the prairies —
luminous in its moldings and beating down
this darkness as the ironing-out of the land
begins its slow land change again.
Heard here,
in that low moaning of the train
hawked at its near midnight hour
in the longthroated
howl of coyote,
as these vast flat wings
of all dissolving sound descend.
Below this night's sheets of snow lie
rumpled and adrift — licked here in their rifts,
white rippled and soothed over again
by this wind's wide tongue both tinted
and glowing pale green in the frame
of this narrow morning's northern aurora.
For here the night freight's ghost winds away,
onwards and endless of distances,
of prairies,
of nighttime in its pools.
It winds on past the shrill new babies being born
in the hives of the scattered loaf towns
where all still lies under the cover change
of this new child's spell cast by those
rings around the old skull jewelry
of the moon,
with its blue edgings chilled in the shivering air.
Far out here, flat time has slipped in frozen pools,
as now it slips up again to the foothills of the giants
and past, to where the land's mass emotional geography
changes — west of west — in a rocky heaving of backbone
borne up from the buried spool-discs of the earth
and wrapped in that thick loamy silence
lying so red rich in its secret germ seedlings
that are yet frozen fast
to the flats
of the prairies.. .
This windswept prairie, a painted witch
with its frozen tumbleweed skeletons,
simply rolls along with the wind's song.
It rolls on and on long after the engine has gone,
winding its way up through the slough rinks and coulees —
rushing night right on up into the tunnel's eyesockets
set deep in those  ''
high and distant heads
of the whitegiant mountains.
There the CN thrusts itself up that thin ledge line
of steep alpine gradient and suffers the cut
of the land change.
Yes of the very life change that is heard crossfading here
where our great lone land changes heart
and severs those soft grey edges of its echoes —
focused from way back there where
this stiff wind's shirt
of white bearded
hoarfrost
lies prone
on the platter
of these cold Canadian prairies....
By Eric Ivan Berg
Friday, September 23, 1977
THE       UBYSSEY
Page Friday. 9 interview
Animals hold Beef's heart
From PF 3
Beefheart: Oh they're cute... a flying fox.,
They're wonderful! I think human beings'
fall so short of animals in looks... animals
don't have all those hang-ups.
Did you hear me the other night when I
said, "someone's had too much to think!"
PF: You were working up here in B.C. as
a lumberjack, weren't you?
Beefheart: No, somebody said that about
me to try to deface my art. To try and get
me out of the way, the same as they do with
Greenpeace and all the others that are
trying to do good things.
I've always been trying to help any living
thing. I haven't been out putting blindfolds
on any human being. And these people
obviously wanted to make it look like I was
an they said that I was a lumberjack... now
FUCK THOSE PEOPLE!!!
I have done a little bit of putting large.
spikes into trees so that it would destroy
those mills, so that the spikes would break
the saw. I would never do anything like that
(cut down trees). Although I use paper, I'm
an artist, its very hard to get around.
PF: Are you a very private person?
Beefheart: You know that. I'm a recluse.
But I like people. If people realize they're
animals then I like them.
(The conversation takes another turn and
we talk about future projects.)
Beefheart: I was talking to Frank Zappa,
T've known him twenty-two years, and we
were discussing some things that we'll be
doing. I can't say anything, but we have
some things in the works. Like we did Bongo
Fury.
PF: 'Sam was a basket-case.'
Beefheart: Meaning the tragedy of war,
like those war veterans who defended us.
And still they'll have another war. I hope
not! They're at war with themselves.
Remember Ant Man Bee, 'It's that one lump
uh sugar, That they won't leave each other
be, Uhuru, freedom, ant man bee.'
PF: Where do you live?
Beefheart: I live in the high desert. I have
coyotes in my back yard and lizards, too. I
have one lizard, at first, my mother knew
(his lizard, they called it Clyde. The thing
was about an inch long and now its an
alligator lizard about eight inches long. Its
grown up and stays at the place as a pet.
I mean a human being would think its a
pet, it's just living its life, but a human being
has to think that they're superior. I don't
think that way. I'll get down on the ground
and look at it and talk to it and it talks to me
in its way. And I feel that we have a . . .
(rapport).
I've always talked to animals. I was in
love with a baboon until I met my wife.
"Abba Zaba, that big baboon, comin' over
pretty soon." I loved that thing, that very
highstyle black fur, with a rainbow arpss tje
sje was beautiful.
* * *
Showtime was drawing near and
Beefheart's manager was telling us to wrap
up the interview, but Beefheart was in high
gear. He wanted to explain why he played
his soprano sax the way he does. "I want to
sound like an elk up there on a mountain,
bellowing out and ripping the clouds with his
antlers." With that, his wife came out and
pulled him into their room to get ready.
Before the door shut, he grinned, eyes wide
with inspiration, and with fingers for antlers, tossed his head about like a human
elk.
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THE       UBYSSEY
Friday, September 23, 1977 vista
By NICHOLAS READ
Have you always wanted to own
a Rembrandt, but were too poor to
afford the original? Well, you can
pick up the next best thing at the
[ ma gin us Exhibition and Sale of
fine arts prints and reproductions
to be held at the SUB Gallery
starting Sept. 26. Over 1200 different prints will be on sale
featuring the works of such
masters as Cezanne, Van Gogh,
Renoir and Rembrandt. Prices
rangef rom $1.75 for small prints to
$3.50 for larger ones. Gallery hours
are 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. weekdays to
Oct. 4.
Also for art enthusiasts, the
Western Front, 303 E. 8th, is
presenting an exhibition of paintings and drawings by Bill Bissett,
a prominent artist, poet, and
publishereditor of the Blewoint-
ment Press. The show is on view at
the gallery from 1 p.m. to 5 p.m.
Tuesday through Saturday until
Oct. 6.
Today and tomorrow are the last
days to catch Ngwalndu, an
exhibtjon of objects from sacred
spaces in New Guinea, at the Fine
Arts Gallery in the northwest wing
of the Main Library. Gallery hours
are from 10:30 a.m. to 5 p.m. and
admission is free.
The Vancouver East Cultural
Centre, 1895 Venables, in keeping
with their tradition of bringing
Vancouverites only the finest in
cultural entertainment, is
presenting an evening of
fragments of sound and language,
sneezes, stutterings, and
meaningless syllables, all made
into poetry and music. The show is
called Merz-Sneeze Poems and the
Like, and is a theatrical collage of
the writings of dadaist Kurt Sch-
witters, performed by Peter
Froehlich. There is only one show
on Sunday, Sept. 25 at 8:30 p.m.
Tickets are $3.
Authentic New Orleans dixieland
jazzcan be heard on Sept. 27 when
TTie Preservation Hall Jazz Band
comes to the Orpheum for one
performance only starting at 8
p.m. Tickets are $6.50, $5, and $4.
Attention all ski bums! In order
to get you in the mood for the
coming season, The Orpheum will
be presenting the ski film In
■Search of Skiing, on Sept. 24 at 8
p.m. The film will be followed by a
commentary by its producer,
Warren Miller. Tickets are $4.50,
$4, and $3.50.
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the Kootenays Are ng for our
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By ERIC PROMISLOW
Robert Charlebois, Quebec's
premier singer, failed to meet his
explosive reputation at a
nationally televised concert that he
gave here last Sunday.
The concert celebrated the 25th
anniversary of Radio-Canada, the
French television network. There
were 14 popular Quebecois singers
spread out across Canada from
Moncton, N.B., to North Vancouver's Centennial Theatre. Parts
of each performance were
broacast live across Canada in a
four-hour special.
Although the publicity agents
seemed to avoid advertizing
Charlebois's concert in any
English media here, the about one
half English capacity crowd, took
advantage of the opportunity to see
the man who has had more effect
on Quebec's present culture than
any other singer.
Robert Charlebois  is a   living
legend in Quebec. Since he was
first "discovered" singing in 1965,
he has become omnipresent in
Quebec's performing arts. He has
represented Quebec in North
American pop and rock festivals,
played often in Europe and was a
start act at Expo '70 at Osaka,
Japan. He has starred in film,
theatre, and television. Some say
he was instrumental in instigating
a separatist climate in Quebec, as
his songs were more influential
than political dogma.
Last Sunday night, Charlebois
came off as if he was just another
mediocre middle-of-the-road
singer. He didn't project his
characteristic — forceful style and
the show quickly degenerated into
mere monotony after about six
songs. By contrast, his back-up
band" was excellent They apparently realized it and raised
their volume about half-way
through the ninety-minute concert
as if they deliberately wanted to
drown out Charlebois.
Charlebois was singing about
ideas he believed in, the way the
English had suppressed the
French; the plight of the North
American Indians; his own people,
"the potato-eaters"; and a
separate Quebec.
Unfortunately, he seemed to
present the songs in a very compromising manner and adapted to
the television cameras. His bet-
ween-song repertory was limited to
asking if there were an Francophones in Vancouver.
Perhaps, at the mellow, old age
of 32, Charlebois has lost much of
his energy. For the people of
Quebec, he now represents the
hope of an independent province,
but for the Vancouverites who saw
him last week he was a curiosity
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THE        UBYSSEY
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Page Friday, 12
THE       UBYSSEY
Friday, September 23, 1977 Friday, September 23, 1977
THE       UBYSSEY
Page 19
SPOR TS
Gridiron clash with invaders set
The UBC Thunderbirds football
team takes on the Eastern Oregon
State Mounties Saturday, in the
first of its two tests of strength this
year against U.S. teams.
'"Hiey area competitive team in
a fairly good college league," said
UBC offensive line coach John
Marquardt. "But if we don't make
big mistakes we can beat them."
UBC has a tie and a loss to show
for two Western Intercollegiate
league games this season, and
head coach Frank Smith says the
time has come to start winning. He
wants a win in Saturday's game,
which starts at 2 p.m. at Thunderbird Stadium.
"This game is important to us
because we need a win," says
Smith. "The object of college
football is to have a winning
season. In five years people are
going to look at our record, not at
who we played."
The game will be played using
American rules, which will cause
problems   for   the   'Birds.   Each
team has 11 players, not 12, on the
field at once, and in the U.S. rules
only one back can go in motion
before the ball is snapped.
This could lead to illegal
procedure penalties for the 'Birds
early in the game, before they get
used to the U.S. rules. When UBC
played Western Washington last
year, the 'Birds had trouble adjusting during the first quarter.
The 'Bircfe dominated the rest of
the game, piling up 500 yards total
offense compared to 200 for the
—doug field photo
THUNDERBIRDS PRACTICE Wednesday in preparation for exhibition football clash against Eastern
Oregon State Mounties Saturday at Thunderbird Stadium. 'Birds are seeking first win in three starts.
Vikings. The referees decided the
game, handing out so many fourth-
quarter penalties to the 'Birds that
UBC lost 26-24.
U.S. football also has four downs,
compared to three in CaYiadian
rules, so the running game is more
important, which changes offensive tactics. Smith doesn't think
the change in rules will affect his
team's performance.
"We are going to go with the
same basic offense we've used all
year," said Smith. "We're just
going to make the obvious adjustments to fit within the rules."
The 'Birds offensive line will
have its hands full containing
Eastern Oregon's Joe Joyce and
Frank Marr, defensive linemen
who were outstanding last year.
The Mounties' offense leans
heavily on halfback Tim Rust and
split end Brad Rice, both of whom
have the speed to break any play
into a long gain. Rice also handles
the punting, doing so. well that
Dallas Cowboys of the National
League have put him on their draft
list as a punter.
"We had a common opponent
last year in Western Washington
State," said Marquardt. "Eastern
Oregon lost to them 24-21. The
score was about the same as our
game. Iexpect they have improved
about 25 per cent from last year so
we have our work cut for us."
The strength of the teams in the
league in which Eastern Oregon
plays is comparable to that of the
teams Simon Fraser University
plays for most of its schedule. The
traditional comparison between
UBC and SFU will no doubt be
made this weekend,  raising the
issue of a UBC vs. SFU game.
Giving rising travel costs, it seems
unlikely that such a contest can be
put off for long.
In their last game the Mounties
defeated the College of Idaho 16-7.
For those who must make the
comparison, Idaho will play
Western Montana this weekend.
SFU played to a .7-7 draw with
Western Montana last week.
It should be made clear that the
Canadian football program is not
inferior, but fundamentally different, from U.S. college
programs. Head to head comparisons are not a true indication
of quality. There are many differences, including different
training regulations, recruiting
rules and scholarships.
UBC's football program under
Smith is approaching SFU's in
quality, and is still improving.
UBC plays a tougher, more
competitive  schedule than SFU.
The other U.S. team UBC plays
this season is the University of
Puget Sound, which the 'Birds
meet Oct. 29, a week after UPS
plays SFU.
If the 'Birds performance is
credible in neither game, Smith
thinks the rest of the season won't
amount to much, and people will
insist UBC's Canadian program is
inferior to the American program
of SFU.
LTBC has played Eastern Oregon
twice in the past, in 1949 and 1951.
UBC won both games, by scores of
13-8 and 13-0. But this tradition is
not expected to affect the play of
either team.
UBC's next league game is at
home against Calgary Oct. 1.
Jayvee hoop starts
Step aside, Harlem Globetrotters. Lookout, Michigan Wolverines. The
leader of UBC's frosh basketball team has been taken by an excess of
enthusiasm.
Gradstudent and rookie coach Terry Wood is at the Jayvees' helm this
year, and he claims to adhere to an "anything goes" approach to sport.
"I'll use whatever medium is available to improve the performance of
my players," he said. "If that includes ballet or consciousness-raising
activities, then you're apt to see 6' 7" men pirouetting around the gym to
the tune of Swan Lake."
As long as they make it onto the gym floor.
TTie Jayvees are independent of a league, and will play 10 teams this
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