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The Ubyssey Mar 4, 1977

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Array SUA refuses to spend money for next fee rally
After a bitter debate Wednesday the student representative assembly refused to spend
money on the March 10 B.C.
Students Federation rally against
tuition fee increases and
education cutbacks.
But the SRA later passed a
motion supporting the rally in
principle and donating the
placards and banners made for
the March 1 tuition rally.
The defeated motion recommended spending $500 for
publicity and transportation of
UBC students to the rally,
organized by the BCSF.
Student board of governors
member Moe Sihota said the SRA
ignored the 1,200 UBC students
who turned out for the tuition
rally Tuesday.
"We had a momentum going
after the March 1 rally and we
should have kept it going for
March 10. We are starting to have
an effect on this government," he
Alma Mater Society president
Dave Theessen, speaking in favor
of the motion said, "we've done
better than many other institutions across this country in
protesting education cutbacks."
The motion required a two-
thircte majority and received 14
votes in favor, 10 against and four
"I was amazed that we could
have a campaign on campus that
was so well-supported and then
refuse to support an off-campus
rally," said arts senator Paul
Sandhu said the SRA is inconsistent in spending $10,000 for
the Tuesday rally and refusing to
spend $500 for a rally which is
just as important, and in which
UBC students will be involved.
"Students on this campus
showed some concern on March 1
and the SRA slapped students on
this campus on the face," said
Sandhu. "We had the largest
turnout at a rally in nine years
and then the SRA says they don't
care anymore."
Sandhu said the number of representatives who abstained and
the "graveyard" voting
procedure which allows the
newly elected reps to vote instead
of the old reps, was largely to
blame for defeating the motion.
"Abstention is basically not
having the guts to show where
you stand on an issue," said
Sandhu. Those who abstained
were AMS secretary-treasurer
Bill Broddy, who chaired the
meeting, senator-at-large Bill
Chow, arts undergraduate
society president Bev Crowe and
science rep Linda Erdman.
The meeting was the first at
tended by  the new  SRA  reps
elected in last month's elections.
Sandhu said the new members'
inexperience was a further
reason why the motion was
defeated. "The new members
tended to vote against it solely for
financial reasons," he said.
Theessen said the SRA was
willing to support the tuition rally
Tuesday because it was at UBC
and involved only UBC students.
They are unwilling to spend
money on activities outside the
university, he said.
"It is sort of ludicrous to pass a
motion of support and then not
back it up with dollars," Sihota
said. But he said the motion was
"tactically wrong."
"It seemed like the money was
going to be given to the BCSF,
rather than the AMS external
affairs committee," he said.
Sandhu said the money would
have been used only to publicize
the rally to UBC students and to
transport them to the Queen
Elizabeth plaza.
Community colleges in the
Lower Mainland and Simon
Fraser University are supporting
the rally. "I've heard figures as
high as $800 for Douglas College's
contribution to the rally," said
Sihota. "It's too bad we can't
contribute $500," he said.
But Sihota said other student
groups on campus may donate
funds to the rally. The external
affairs office has $150 it can
contribute he said, and the arts
undergraduate society, the
graduate students association
and the student association of the
school of social work will
probably donate money.
There should be no problem in
raising $500 from these other
sources, he said.
vVol. LIX, No. 56
VANCOUVER, B.C., FRIDAY, MARCH 4, 1977     4®°"   228-2301
'Fund request
chances slim'
EVERY PICTURE WINDOW tells a story at Vancouver Theological
College,  where  students  of  religion  are provided with  inspirational
— jon Stewart photo
surroundings. Others must relieve book sore eyes with stares at gloomy
grey concrete or drab drywall.
Tuition telegram campaign launched
UBC students are being urged to send
telegrams protesting education cutbacks and
tuition fee increases to their MLAs, student
board of governors member Moe Sihota said
Sihota said he had a list of students from
different constituencies in the province and
was contacting them about the telegrams.
The telegrams will back up Tuesday's board
decision to ask the Universities Council for
more money before raising tuition fees, Sihota
The council divides the  provincial  grant
between the universities, and cannot give UBC
more money unless it receives more from the
He said the student representative assembly
decided to send the telegrams at its Wednesday
Council also decided to send representatives
to Victoria to lobby MLAs, Sihota said.
"We want to talk to them (the MLAs) before
the education budget is discussed in the house,"
Sihota said.
Sihota said he is also planning a meeting
between   student   representatives   and   the
Universities Council to discuss funding and
accessibility to universities.
"I sent a letter to (council chairman
William) Armstrong today asking for the
meeting," he said. "We want to have it before
the next board meeting on April 1."
Sihota said council also wants to start a letter
campaign and will ask deans, department
heads and the faculty association to write to the
Universities Council asking for more money for
the university.
They will also prepare a petition for students
to sign, he said.
Universities Council chairman
William Armstrong said Thursday
he is not optimistic that UBC will
receive additional funding from
the provincial government.
He said he will meet with the
council's business affairs committee to discuss the request, made
Tuesday by UBC's board of
governors after a protest by 1,200
students protesting tuition fee
"The chances (that UBC will
receive more funding) don't look
good," he said. "The government
probably doesn't have the money.
I'm not too optimistic, but I'll
certainly make every attempt (to
get extra funding)."
If the board's request is turned
down, tuition fees will increase by
25 to 30 per cent.
The Universities Council has no
more funds, because it divided all
of the $184.5 million allotment
among B.C.'s three public
Board chairman Thomas Dohm
said Thursday the board took its
request for additional funding to
the council because the council
serves as a buffer between the
universities and the government.
"If we (the board) approach the
government they'd only refer us
back (to the universities council),"
Dohm said.
200 Alberta
protest fees
hundred students demonstrated in
front of the Alberta legislature
building last week against differential fees for visa students as
government MLAs entered the
house for the opening of the spring
Shouting "Two-four-six-eight,
Hohol's fees discriminate" and
"Hohol's fees are a racist disease"
the demonstrators, led by the
Alberta Committee for Equal
Access to Education, marched and
distributed leaflets for an hour and
a half.
Advanced education minister
Bert Hohol recently announced a
$300 fee differential for out-of-
country students attending Alberta
universities and $150 increase for
those attending colleges, effective
September. The two-tiered system
affects all first-year visa students.
Inside the house before the
opening, Social Credit and official
opposition   leader   Bob   Clark
See page 3: ALBERTA Page 2
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The Community Legal
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These free classes will be held in
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Prof. Vogt, a key figure in the
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experiments carried out on the
unique meson-producing machine.
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Purim   party,   8  p.m.,  Hillel  House.
First-ever color processing course, 2
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Variety snow, 2 p.m., SUB
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Exhibition: A Stitch In Time, 11:30
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Free    Cantonese    class,    noon,    Bu.
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Meeting, 5:30 p.m., SUB 206.
Important    organizational    meeting
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Page 3
JPQ defends money interests'
The Parti Quebecois is giving
major U.S. and English-Canadian
corporations a free hand to exploit
Quebecers, two Quebec socialists
■ said Wednesday.
Suzanne Chabot, a leader of the
Ligue Socialiste Ouvriere and
editor of the socialist newspaper
Liberation, said the PQ should
nationalize all major companies
not owned by Quebecois.
"The PQ really defends the interests of the capitalists in
Quebec," Chabot said.
Chabot told 40 people in SUB that
U.S. and English-Canadian corporations in Quebec discriminate
against   Quebecois   workers   by
refusing to allow them to speak
French at work.
And Jean-Paul Pelltier, a leader
of the Groupe Marxiste
Revolutionaire, said the only way
Quebec can be independent is if the
workers control the province's
Pelltier cited a recent speech by
Quebec premier Rene Levesque to
the Economic Club in New York as
evidence the premier is not serious
about making the province
economically independent.
"The whole history of Quebec
nationalism is a struggle against
foreign domination," he said.
"Recently we have seen a mass
movement in Quebec against the
domination of foreign imperialist
Chabot said Quebec needs a new
labor party to represent the interests of workers and to make
Quebec function as an independent
Cabot said the federal NDP has
betrayed workers by supporting
federalism. She said federalism
cannot work and attacked
statements by prime minister
Pierre Trueieau that Confederation
is like a marriage where both
partners must agree to a split.
"I disagree with Trudeau's view
of marriage. Quebec is a beaten
wife and English Canada is the
husband. So in that case, the wife
has the right to call for a divorce."
Pelltier said Confederation was
forced on the people of Quebec. He
said that although Levesque is
drafting a referendum on whether
Quebec should leave Confederation, there was never a
referendum to decide if Quebec
should join Confederation.
Pelltier charged the federal and
provincial Liberals with hypocrisy.
He said that during the November election campaign the Quebec
Liberals made Quebec independence the main issue but then
after the election said the PQ was
not elected for its stand on independence.
Board returns low rise
rent hike to UBC admin
The board of governors has sent
back 18.9 per cent rent increases
for Gage low rise to the administration for reconsideration,
chairman of the student housing
access committee, said Thursday.
The board decided at its
February meeting to increase
rents to $936 per person next year
from $787. Gage low rise is a three-
storey apartment complex for
childless married students.
The rent increase for Gage low
rise is the highest increase set for
next year. The lowest increase is a
3.2 per cent increase for a double
room in Totem Park.
Van Blarcom said he wrote a
letter to the board asking that low
rise rent increases not exceed the
10.6 per cent a year maximum
allowed by the Landlord and.
Tenant Act. He said all 59 of the 110
low rise residents contacted signed
the letter.
Other UBC residences are not
covered by the act.
Van Blarcom said he expects the
board to make its final decision
about low rise rents at its April
He said he thinks one reason the
joint residences committee
recommended the highest rent
increases for Gage low rise is that
it is the only campus residence
without student representation on
the committee. The joint residence
committee suggests rent and food
rates for residences to the board.
Van Blarcom said the ad-,
ministration tried to increase fees
more in Gage low rise and towers
than in Vanier, and especially in
Totem because Totem Park
always has trouble renting its
rooms. He said the administration
wanted to make the Gage low rise
relatively less attractive.
This term there are 98 vacant
beds in Totem Park.
But Van Blarcom said married
childless couples are not allowed to
live in residences other than the
low rise, and there is no reason to
raise its rent more than other
residence rents.
"It's fallacious reasoning," he
"We had a meeting with low rise
Alberta march
From page 1
supported the protest saying the
fee "is another instance of the
government trying to walk over
some aspects of our post-
secondary education."
"But," Clark added, "I'm not
sure whether this is the place for
them (the protestors) to plead
their case."
NDP leader Grant Notley, the
lone NDP representative in the
house, joined the picket line with
his staff and talked with
tenants," Van Blarcom said. "We
received overwhelming support for
the principle of being brought
under the Landlord and Tenant
Van Blarcom said he listed four
reasons in his letter to the board
why low rise tenants' rents should
not be raised by more than 10.6 per
cent. He said low rise tenants had
no representation in the
negotiations which set the increases.
The lawyers think the low rises
are covered in the Landlord and
Tenant Act because they are really
three-floor walkups, he said. And,
he said, residents are mostly
married students and cannot
support their spouses.
He added it is more difficult for
married students than for single
students to fall back on their
Van Blarcom said the AMS
lawyers think the Gage low rises
are covered by the Landlord and
Tenant Act, and will talk to the
administration this week about the
"Rent increases aren't the only
reason for bringing low rises into
the Landlord and Tenant Act," he
said. "Students are particularly
vulnerable to landlord and tenant
hassles. Disputes could ruin
someone's academic year.
"The administration will make
all sorts of arguments about
human rights until it affects the
pocketbook," Van Blarcom said.
"They have been known to evict
tenants on 48 hours' notice."
In September, 1974 five residents
of a ninth-floor Gage high rise quad
were given 48 hours' notice after
guests at a party were alleged to
have thrown beer bottles over the
"Under the Landlord and Tenant
Act there is a minimum of 30 days'
notice and there is an appeal
procedure if threatened with
eviction," Van Blarcom said.
AGM short, sweet
The Alma Mater Society passed
its outstanding business Thursday
at the annual general meeting with
the help of the Bellamy Brothers
The unadvertised meeting was
held in the SUB conversation pit.
After 45 minutes of music, AMS
president Dave Theessen asked the
meeting to approve four motions,
which passed in less than three
The meeting approved the AMS's
1975-76       audited       financial
statement, which had been on file
since Oct. 15, 1976, and approved
Peat, Marwick, Mitchell and
Company as auditors for the
society in 1977-78.
And the meeting received the
financial statement of source and
use of funds for 1976, as well as the
president's and general manager's
There was no tiresome debate.
The band resumed playing after
the five-minute intermission.
minutes. There was no tiresome debate.    ALL THE COMFORTS OF HOME become necessary as stu
The meeting approved the AMS's    The band resumed playing after    themselves to carrells preparing for final exams and term pape
1975-76        audited        financial    the five-minute intermission. on kettle is designed to foil students scrounging money to rr
improved tuition fees.
Expect oil spill a day, says NDP MLA
By FRANK KUERBIS show that the entire northern B.C. coast would        The solution to environmental prob
There will be an oil spill a day if the proposed    be affected by the oil spills. He said spills would     said,   is   to   fire   Nielsen,   and   hire
tanker route along the B.C. coast is established,    destroy the commercial viability of the whole    dependently   appointed   and   financ
There will be an oil spill a day if the proposed
tanker route along the B.C. coast is established,
NDP environment critic Bob Skelly said
Skelly, NDP MLA for Port Alberni,
told about 40 people in SUB that one tanker
whose only navigational device was a magnetic
compass had already run aground in Barkeley
Sound, Washington, dumping its cargo of
Datsuns on the shore.
Skelly said the projected quota is 300,000
barrels of crude oil per day. Tankers will
transport 600,000 barrels a day when in full
But oil companies don't consider the high
probability of a major oil spill, he said. The
Queen Charlotte Island coastline is treacherous
and weather is often bad, Skelly said.
Hurricane-force winds of 80 to 120 miles per
hour are common, he said.
The oil tankers, which need ten miles of
water to turn in, would not be able to negotiate
the narrow channels, he said.
The public would have to expect one major oil
spill every four years, he said.
And disasters would increase, Skelly said.
Skelly said Kitimat Pipeline's own studies
show that the entire northern B.C. coast would
be affected by the oil spills. He said spills would
destroy the commercial viability of the whole
area for 10 years.
And, Skelly said there is no proper equipment
on B.C.'s north coast to fight oil spills. There
are few slick lickers, booms and containment
systems for use in an emergency, he said.
He said environment minister Jim Nielsen
refused to comment on these facts. And he
accused' Nielsen of giving in to "fear tactics."
"I don't think he can answer the question,
because he's been advised by premier Bill
Bennett to shut upon the whole subject," Skelly
Other provincial cabinet ministers took
stands in favor of the pipeline and oil
development in northern B.C., he said.
Skelly also said he is concerned about the
proposed MacGregor diversion of water from
the Peace River through the Parsnip River to
the W.A.C. Bennett dam.
The crucial issue, he said, is the impact of the
diversion on the Fraser River. It will cut the
Fraser s water flow to 25 per cent, he said. The
volume at Hope, would be reduced by 17 per
cent, he said.
The solution to environmental problems, he
said, is to fire Nielsen, and hire an independently appointed and financed ombudsman.
Skelly said the environment should be
protected against exploitation for future
He said although NDP leader Dave Barrett's
proposal to ship oil by rail was laughed at, a
similar scheme to ship oil from Utah to Los
Angeles was successful.
A pipeline only serves the oil companies,
which use it to by-pass middlemen such as
marketing agencies to bring products to
market. But railways would be multi-purpose,
he said.
He said the issues are transportation of oil,
alternate energy sources and energy conservation. Skelly said B.C. could cut energy
consumption by 50 per cent and still keep its
current standard of living.
"We should not be prepared to sacrifice the
environment of our north coast," Skelly said.
He said concerned individuals should write to
Bennett and Nielsen, and collect petition
signatures and forward them to the provincial
government. Page 4
Friday,   March   4,   1977
First forward
and then back Tuition arguments answered
Perhaps it was too good to be true.
On Tuesday, after weeks of hard work and preparation
by the tuition rally committee, UBC witnessed the largest
student rally since 1968.
The leadership that student board of governors
members, student senators and student representative
assembly reps showed — and the participation of 1,200
students in the rally — was a spectacle rarely seen on this
campus, and everyone involved deserves congratulations.
The SRA and UBC students took three steps forward
On Wednesday the SRA took five steps backwards.
Our politicos voted against giving financial support to
the B.C. Students' Federation tuition rally March 10.
The SRA clearly had a mandate from the students to
continue the fight against education cutbacks. Students who
attended Tuesday's rally urged the SRA to spend money to
support the down-town rally of Lower Mainland students.
On Tuesday, the UBC rally was the lead item on radio
and television news coverage.
Students had clearly demonstrated their cohesjveness
and power; they were treated as a force to be reckoned with.
The limp-wristed behavior of those reps who abstained
or voted against financially supporting the rally is all the
more tragic when compared to the exceptional leadership
they showed Tuesday.
Just when student politicos were getting it together
they've let us down, particularly the 1,200 students who
attended Tuesday's rally.
The Alma Mater Society spent about $5,000 on the last
rally. The defeated motion recommended a paltry $500, to
be spent at UBC, for UBC students.
SRA reps will go to Victoria next week to lobby against
education cutbacks. Strong student rallies in Vancouver can
only strengthen their hand when dealing with education
department officials.
Because UBC students were the first to demonstrate
genuine student opposition to education cutbacks, it is ironic
and sad their leaders are the first to give up the fight.
AMS hacks will be getting together this weekend at
Mount Whistler. We hope the mountain air will clear their
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MARCH 4, 1977
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It's election time at Trie Ubyssey, and today, tne staff was busy making
election promises. "If you elect me, I promise not to mention how the
McCafferty brothers murdered their mothers with an aaaaaxe," said Chris
Gainor sincerely. Mike Bocking promised Terry Ades, Simon Warner and
vjcki Booth never to attend another SRA meeting again. Ralph Maurer
said "If nominated I will not run, and If elected I will not serve," and
David Morton, Doug Rushton, Bruce Baugh and Merrilee Robson promised
to make sure he kept his promise. Sue Vohanka, Kathy Ford and Heather
Walker promised to keep tne paper running smoothly, as they have all year.
Shane McCune promised to stop drinking, so Steve Howard, Frank
Kuerbis, Jon Stewart and Paul Wilson promised to try to believe him.
Verne McDonald promised free marijuana to all, and Marcus Gee promised
to take geography lessons. And all staffers should promise to vote for
editor by noon Wednesday. And that's serious.
I would like to answer the
argument about tuition fees made
by Ken Pivnick in a letter in
Tuesday's Ubyssey.
You think it is "fine" that most
students who go to universities are
from middle class families. You
then say: "Obviously people from
rural and working class families
are not geared towards university
because of the people around
Let me answer you, Ken Pivnick,
by pointing out that you are
ignorant and lack insight about a
major sector of our country —
working people.
Certainly you are not an ideal
university student. You are an
example of an inferior, unscholarly
byproduct of this university.
Many young people of working
class families would love to go to
university — at least to gain the
skill, diversity and working conditions of the potential job which
may result from a university
Why do you think many do not
come here? Lack of motivation?
Love of typewriters? Love of the
assembly line, or the outdoors?
We are in a position that is
especially susceptible to economic
pressures. Most people are. Some
parents can afford to help fund
their kid's post-secondary
education, and room and board.
Others can't. So their kids either
have to work during any spare
time they can find, including
taking a year or two off — or their
parents can't even afford to have
their kids continue to live at home.
Then they must fare on their own
The problem with rallies
The problem with student rallies
is that they don't have any impact
on the real powers-that-be.
And who are the real decisionmakers? The Socreds, as everyone
knows, are nothing but puppets for
the real powers — the large corporations and businesses that run
B.C. Students have to direct their
protests at that group if they want
tuition fee increases taken off.
The best way to do that is
through the labor force. When
workers walk off their jobs, job
sites close down and money tops
rolling in. Then and only then will
the corporations and their Socred
puppets be affected to an extent
that will make them change their
education policy.
In 1961 (not 1968) Parisian
students asked for help from the
labor forces to support them in
their anti-tuition fee increase
French labor responded immediately and Paris came to a
standstill. Tuition increases were
subsequently removed by Charles
de Gaulle.
Concerned UBC board members
and rally organizers must go to the
B.C. Federation of Labor and ask
that they support us in our struggle
against tuition fee increases and
educational cutbacks.
Do we want to raise hell or don't
we? Get labor out to support us.
Helen McDonald
recreation 1
The plan
Yes, let us have a beautiful
Let us have great buildings.
Let us adorn SUB with a gilt-
Let us put statues and fountains
down Main Mall.
Let us have fine residences, with
chandeliers in the foyers, marble
staircases and a live-in maid on
every floor.
Let the cafeterias serve only the
finest food, served by only the most
amiable personages.
Let us hire only the most
eloquent speakers of our time to be
our professors. '
Let our university be free for all
who choose to use it.
And we will make administration
president Doug Kenny pay for it
Vern Staples
commerce 2
somehow,  without  any  financial
support from their parents.
Ken Pivnick, my family is made
up of unionized working people.
With the cost of housing, energy,
food, clothing and dental care —
mostly unchecked by the Anti-
Inflation Board — they can barely
make ends meet.
Do you think they can afford my
tuition? Wouldn't it be more
economical if I went out and
worked as a typist for $4 or $5 an
hour to supplement my family or
Why would you want to stifle my
life, my full growth and potential?
I'm glad that your friend worked
for a couple of years and is now
receiving student loans.
Did he ever live at home during
that time? Did he ever have to pay
more than $150 rent every month?
How old will he be when he finally
receives a degree?
I also worked for a year; I
scramble around every summer
looking for a full-time temporary
job, and I often fall asleep in class
due to working part-time. And still,
getting student loans is a red-tape
Still, with loans and savings,
shared accommodation and any
budget-saving manoeuvrings, I
barely make it to April because
rent, food, tuition and a few books
have spent it all away.
Does you friend have parent's
funds he can always rely on? Do
you know what it is like with no
money in the bank and a month to
go before school is out? Where is
the money going to come from to
pay the landlord and eat?
I'm sorry, Ken Pivnick, but
nobody's going to tell me that I'm
not of university calibre. I've had
A, B and C-plus marks since I was
in primary school, and I happen to
love education.
I am going to be a school teacher,
Ken Pivnick, and you, or education
minister Pat McGeer's mining
friends, are not going to deny me
that right.
Ruth Lowther
education 2
Irresponsible SRA denies rally money
On Wednesday night the student
representative assembly voted to
support the March 10 Lower
Mainland rally against tuition fee
However, the SRA voted against
supplying funds needed to promote
the rally on campus and to provide
buses to transport UBC students to
the rally.
Once again, the SRA has
neglected its responsibility to
students on this campus by
quibbling about a relatively insignificant amount of money.
It is time SRA members realized
that students contribute $9 a year
to the Alma Mater Society, and for
this contribution they want the
AMS to do something constructive
for students. A rally against tuition
fee increases is probably the most
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valuable and constructive thing the
AMS has done in 10 years.
I agree fiscal responsibility is
definitely needed; however, SRA
members have to stop viewing the
AMS as some sort of corporation or
money-making institution.
Banking student money at nine per
cent interest or hiding it under the
president's mattress is absolutely
useless if our objective as student
leaders is to encourage greater
student participation and concern.
I hope the 1,200 students who
participated in Tuesday's rally are
not disillusioned by the ignorance
of some council members. The
fight against tuition increases has
only begun to mount, and many
SRA representatives are still
willing to donate their time and
Possibly, we can arrange a car
pool to the March 10 rally, the
details of which can appear in
Tuesday's Ubyssey.
If necessary, we can just march
all the way to the Queen Elizabeth
Paul Sandhu
arts representative, SRA
student senator
Alternative exists to apathy
Okay, the board of governors won't send the budget back and the fee
increase will be 25 per cent or more, regardless of what the students
Before this campus sinks back into its usual state of abject apathy,
there is an alternative. If you really believe the increase is unjust, then
don't pay the extra money.
If you feel sorry for poor administration president Doug Kenny and his
$60,000 yearly salary, or if you feel that some increase is justified, then
pay an extra 10.6 per cent, but no more. It needn't be an organized action
(although mass participation would certainly help), and it doesn't
require media publicity or a $10,000 budget.
Consider it as a justifiable act of civil disobedience and a necessary
expression of your basic belief in access to a good, reasonably priced
education. For once exercise the courage of your convictions and do
something positive.
As Thoreau said in On Civil Disobedience:
"All men recognize the right of revolution; that is, the right to refuse
allegiance and to resist the government, when its tyranny or its inefficiency are great and unendurable."
Jack Thorhaug
arts 3 Creative Arts Issue
Page Friday
Europe Hotel
The walls are old but made of fine wood. The juke box contains a rare collection of post-war jazz, classic and
champagne. The stairway up to the six-dollar rooms is blessed with a brass handrail that glows in the dark slobbery path of the unconscious heroes that brave the dirty streets and their dirty lonely lives. The beer slinger
humors and loves the human heart buried deep in bad ale and nicotine. He serves the oblivious brew to his friends.
Although the Europe has a geographical and sequential kharma of its own, it has a strange property. If one leaves
the world of walking success stories outside in the streets and drinks his beer honestly, the Europe, in full
technicolor of brown-turd-grizzle in the face of ancient iodine teeth, ash-tray faces, bloodless, sinewless crotches,
swollen livers and intestines, turns black and white. Not black and white of photograph, black and white of X-ray.
And the mind records in a measureless moment, where visions of yester-lives can be seen, the truth of angry faces,
growling engines and feet that stomp the concrete, grind and chew the concrete into money. Yes, money.
Nirmal Sidhu Foreign Vision
And I was off to find my Canada.
Searing above the prairie
I looked below,
A propelled demi-god,
On the order of wired chunks of wheat,
That boxed the food of life;
An ignorant contagion killing the past.
Once tangled grass, uncut, alone.
Buffalo pastures,
Native pride without threat,
The clear wisdom of gods in wind.
Such a bewildered wilderness
To now be but a spirit.
Only these tidy chunks spread now, far as the clouds allow.
I can't yet direct them,
See all.
Still .     ' -
My flaming chariot,
The dart,
Sped on
Ajid did not scratch Toronto's face
But landing dulled its nose,
Ground on stubborn granite.
Out I wandered
Through stifling trails
Carved from the jagged rock
With passing iron centipedes,
Their sting, their clatter:
Too thin a natural disguise.
I saw the city underneath
And rode the sights —
The Kensington ethnic merry-go-round,
A host for fruit and flies, cheese and heat.
The sight-to-see, the City Hall,
Bracketing grey-glass skies.
So what?
Is there no flesh and tree at all,
A naked root for me to call
My own?
Surely some germinating force
Amongst this rubble,
Would be my Canada.
But the Gallery next — a hope.
Some clue a perceptive artist left.
A pastel flashlight incising the darkness
Where perhaps a charming mushroom grew
To tell me where.
I was greeted by a gelded man
With gripping, bleeding fist.
The blackened blood
Solid at his feet.
A displaced Rodin.
How could he stand, I wondered,
Where growth already stooped so low
In white-washed tiles?
And where dead gallery gas,
Choking 'round the art,
Built no molecule of life.
"Such a foreign vision," I think.
"Why castrate in this still hotel,
With no danger in raping polished granite,
Before moving to another
Where roses might be at his feet, around his arms?
The danger is there where life might bloom. . .
Why Toronto at all,
Where the glass shimmers
So mighty and so tall,
A young fighter, content
Shadow-boxing New York
And nothing more?
Oh a damned foreign vision!
Why even look at it?"
No clue, I made for the Maritimes.
Drove them all,
Mapped by green mileage signs
And Chevron Stations,
And roadside elms,
And the roadside attraction of aluminum farms, and. .
I hear the spirit,
Or is it the smelly wind?
Do I see a native on a horse?
No, a tractor and a Martian.
Oh infectious Toronto!
Have I brought you here?
I scream.
Where you ever what I've heard?
Are you impostored?
Has plastic hid you from my eyes?
Do I have blurry contact lenses?
Number 869
I have just as much chance being murdered
as I do winning the lottery.
If I refuse to play this game and not
enter the lottery,
I have infinitely more chance of being murdered
than of winning.
I enter the lottery. Number Series 04 G1936258
Number 1936358 wins. I notice a man
lurking around the corner of my apartment.
Very close.
"I carry a bomb on my flight out of town
to reduce the chances of there being 2 bombs
on the same plane." An old statistical joke.
I have just as much chance of mating for life
as I do meeting a latent psychopath.
If I refuse to play the game,
I have infinitely more chance of remaining single.
I date a quiet, cautious man. We drop each other.
But I hope to be a winner in love.
I start taking chances. I buy a plane ticket
to another city and catch a bus. The one ahead overturns,
7 people die, several injured, some escape.
I notice a man sitting on the left of me.
We start talking. I start my theory about winning.
"I have just as much chance winning the lottery
as I do being murdered."
We compare lottery tickets. Number Series 06 H148699.
His Number Series 07 G 398695.
Imagine. Three numbers the same. That's my plane flight.
No. 869.
Carolyn Borsman
Glorious Tantramar!
Why is my memory of you one long line of radio towers?
Sea-swept Halifax!
Why are you a dank youth hostel
Full of cold Yanks,
God knowing what they look for?
Prince Edward, I admit you try
But are fatally wounded.
Tourism has bled your soil red.
I become a gallery piece.
A displaced Indian,
Wooden, spouting sad legends.
Wish I were the spirit,
With the native pride.
But I join the Rodin who,
I realize,
Is right at home
Without temptation,
In sterility.
Too camouflaged, my Canada,
I slunk quietly back,
air canada,
My chariot doused,
To my Vancouver,
Somewhere in the rock,
Either side of the salt inlet.
Ian Morton
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Friday, March  4,   1977 The Land
Myra comes out to meet me as I am getting out of my
car. I immediately feel over-dressed. I always wear my
oldest clothes when I go to the farm. But as soon as I get
there I feel like part of a farm scene in a fashion
magazine: clean jeans and gingham shirt, new boots,
bandanna knotted artfully around my neck. Myra is
wearing a cotton dress and running shoes; her hair is tied
in one long braid. She is the perfect farm wife.
Eli, Myra and Don's kid, comes running out behind her,
wearing his overalls and no shirt, barefoot. The dog jumps
up on me. The cats wind themselves around everyone's
legs as we try to walk back to the house.
Don is in the kitchen. "Wanna do a number," he says,
handing me the joint without waiting for my answer. I
take it and sit down on one of the yellow kitchen chairs.
Myra sits down too and Eli and the dog chase the cats
around the kitchen. The kitchen door is open. There is no
screen door. Flies buzz slowly around the kitchen, some of
them sticking to the strip of fly paper near the window but
most of them just buzzing monotonously, stopping for a
moment to crawl along the counter or up the fridge and
then starting their slow, buzzing flight again. The smoke
from the joint doesn't seem to bother them at all.
"How've you been doing, Sandra?" Myra asks.
Everything is the same as usual. I work in an office.
Nothing more has to be said. I type letters and I have to
wear a skirt to work every once in a while so my boss will
think I'm still pretty enough to type well. When Myra and
Don first moved to the farm I wanted to give it all up and
moveout here with them. They have a little shed out back
for the hired man to live in. And I was pretty sure that
Myra and Don could never hire a hired hand.
But I've always been pretty sensible and I thought I'd
wait for a while and see how the whole thing turned out
before I devoted myself to one of Don's bright ideas.
"How's the hay coming?" I ask. I'd been to their first
haying. I'd driven out to the farm, ready to stand in the hot
sun and toss bales of hay high onto the hay wagon. I was
even ready to cut the tail grass down with a sweep of my
scythe, to watch my muscles move as I swung my brown
arm forward, but I knew that was a bit too romantic.
But when I got to the farm I could see the small red
tractor and baler out in the field. Of course, I really had
expected Don to rent some equipment. What I hadn't
expected to see were the small masculine bodies out in the
field near the tractor. Don had got some of his friends to
come out and help him.
Myra was sitting on a blanket in the front yard. "You
should have told me I wouldn't have to help with the
haying,'' I said. "I would have at least brought something
for dinner."
I envisioned a trestle table set up at the edge of the field,
under the trees, and Myra and I carrying jugs of
lemonade and mountains of sandwiches out to the men. I
didn't really care which role I took, so long as I was
needed. I felt about as useful as I am at the office. And
when I don't have anything to do I just sit and think about
the things that bother me.
"Oh, why don't you just come and sit down?" Myra had
said. "I'll make something for them to eat when they
come in!! Poor Myra sounded as depressed as I was.
And that was when I decided that I wouldn't go back to
the land. The country was as bad as the city and at least in
town I can go to a movie or send out for a pizza if I feel like
"We might get another cutting off it if the weather stays
good,'' Don answers. I know they could use the money.
They've been having a lot of trouble out here. They
bought four calves but they all died. I think Myra killed
I mean, I was out here just after they bought the calves.
Don came in from the fields for lunch and told me about
them. I got all excited and wanted to go out to the barn and
see them right away. Having animals seemed^ to make
their farm venture a bit more legitimate. Then Don fold
me the calves were sick and my enthusiasm waned a lot.
But I saw them later when Myra went out to feed them.
She picked up the bucket on the back porch and the flies
flew angrily off it. The back porch was miserably hot.
Myra looked at the bit of formula stuff in the bottom of the
bucket. She dumped it out and looked at the pail again. "I
guess I should wash this out," she said, looking at me.
Then she shrugged, "But I'm not gonna bother."
It was then that I started to wonder how badly Myra
wanted to get off the farm. I wouldn't blame her if she
.really was that desperate.
We went out to the barn and one of the calves was dead.
He was lying in the middle of the pen while the omnipresent flies inspected him and the other calves stepped
listlessly around him. They came up to Myra but they
wouldn't eat; they just stood there looking at the pail, with
light yellow shit running continuously from their bodies.
Eli came running into the old barn.
"Hey, what's the matter with him," he yelled, trying to
climb in with the calves.
"Eli, don't go in there," I said quickly. I moved closer to
the barn door. Then I heard a squeal and grabbed for the
pig just before he got out the door.
The pig turned around to avoid me and headed the other
way. I slammed the door shut. Eli forgot about the calf
and ran after the pig. They both squealed.
Myra stopped trying to coax the calves to eat. She put
down the pail and looked worried. The pig came toward
me again. I grabbed for it and missed. Myra started to
We chased the little pig around the dark barn for a
while, trying to forget about the dead calf. The other
calves watched us mournfully, mooing softly. We were all
laughing like crazy. And I'm almost sure that Myra let the
pig get away a couple of times when she could have caught
it, just to prolong the fun.
Finally Eli and I both threw ourselves on the pig at the
same time. We both went down on the floor but I managed
to hang onto the pig. Then Myra and I put him back in the
pen and Eli went back to the house for a hammer and
some nails to fix the loose board.
We were still laughing really hard when we came out of
the barn. Myra left the pail in the barn. I started to worry
about germs from the barn floor. I mean, the calves were
dying. But I thought I might have become too hysterical
about hygiene from living in the city and always buying
things in plastic packages. I didn't say anything to Myra
but I washed my hands when I got back to the house,
although Ididn't think it would do any good, and I tried not
to bite my fingernails that afternoon.
A couple of weeks later the pig did get out and they
never saw it again, the calves died one by one.
They don't have any animals now, only the cats and the
dog. So nothing can go wrong today, an Indian summer
day. The flies don't even bother me. And soon the-nights
will get cooler.
Don is nervous though. He has nothing to do but sit and
smoke dope and wait for the hay to grow. He keeps looking
out the window, as if he hopes it has somehow grown long
enough to cut already.
I've brought some gin and some tonic water and so we
mix drinks and sit at the yellow kitchen table. Don rolls
another couple of joints. I watch the sun on the green
grass in the fields and start to think that I might move out
here after all, in spite of everything.
Then the sky becomes dusky and Myra asks me to stay
for dinner. I get up to pour us another drink, killing the
"I'll have to pick some peas for dinner," Myra says,
"but I guess I'll just finish my drink first. The sky turns
deeper and deeper blue.
Myra puts her glass down. It is quite dark now. I wonder
if I would feel so drunk if I wasn't so hungry.
Wego out to the garden. The dark shapes of the pea pods
are barely distinguishable. I fumble around the plants,
feeling for pods in the dark. I'm starting to get mad at
Myra for leaving this until the last moment. The windows
of the house look bright and inviting. I slap at mosquitoes I
can feel but not see.
Finally we've picked enough peas and we go back to the
house. Don is watching television in the living room.
"What took you so long?" he yells, not bothering to come
to the kitchen.
Myra just looks at me and starts to get supper ready. I
sit down to shell the peas. It's nine o'clock and I'm really
hungry. But I don't blame Myra. I wouldn't want to cook
dinner by myself either if Don had just been sitting around
the house all day. It would be different if he's been out
working on the farm. Traditional roles are all right if
everyone plays fair. Watching television is not in the
I open one of the pods and put the peas into the pot,
throwing the pod into the brown paper bag Myra has given
me. I feel peaceful. And I still feel drunk — too many gin
and tonics on an empty stomach. I open another pod and
find small, white worms waving about on the green peas.
"Shit." I throw the peas and worms into the paper bag.
"I guess I should have picked them sooner," Myra says.
She is peeling the potatoes.
"Isn't dinner ready yet?" Don asks again. I give Myra a
look of sympathy. Now I want to shell the peas as slowly
as possible.
Myra puts the potatoes on the stove and sits down beside
me, grabbing a handful of peas. I check each pod for
worms, throwing the wormy peas away and dumping the
good ones in the pot. The worms disgust me. I'm glad
when I open a pod and find just peas: round, green and
I start to think about Robin; I always do when I'm not
doing anything else. About Robin who, after we made
love, sat up and put his hands over his face, because he
felt so bad about cheating on his wife. And I had to sit up
too, naked and sophisticated, and put my arms around
him, saying, "Don't worry. We don't have to make this a
habit." And he didn't even notice that I was shaking.
Because, Christ, I loved him.
I look down suddenly and see that I'm throwing some
perfectly good peas away. "Shit," I say. Myra jumps and
looks at me, then down at the peas she's holding. She
hasn't been checking hers either. We just look at each
other and start to laugh, over the bag of peas and worms.
In the picture of mountains and lakes
A mother clutches a belt to her breast.
A boy sings softly; he marches in protest
Under her armpits — she yellows with each step he takes.
The mother, I suppose, declined the offer of peace
(Shame, shame on you, woman, for beating a clean boy
Age, rage, but the belt is for him, not your toy)
Tears fell, her mountains sagged, the child cried, "Police!"
Then she told her spite, and he gave in then:
The terror in her wrists, the dust in her eyes
Met the whimpering glance, devoured the lies
Of the child, the beaten boy among beaten women and men.
Last week I saw that ancient photo; on a wall
In the parliament buildings, in some anonymous hall.
Leighton Steele
Friday, March, 4,  1977
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fcB^Sfc* Dispatched Tugboat
Easy now, they stand,
the code and the engineer,
on the winch deck. Gulf Sally
slides out of moorage, turns north.
Going out to the Gulf again,
couldn't hold that shore job,
caught up in this habit, this
throbbing under their feet.
Going to open spaces, in the
closed design. Working along
lines of charts, compass bearing,
steel bulkheads, towing cable.
The wharves slide past. Spiked
coffee like warm oil bathing
rusted wires of nerves.
Now there's time to reflect,
splice their gut for the gale,
gone two weeks this tow — steal
a minute in the light outside
the galley door, as the watch begins.
David Conn
In all its wild red glory
Where has your boat gone in all its wild red glory?
Has it raised its spinnaker
and shot off into sunset and white wavy water foam?
There it will spiral off the table's edge
into the dark abyss of
the world's end.
Fire-breathing monsters
with arrowed tails and snouts long
and in their eyes reflections
of civilizations and knowledge lost:
burning cities and sadness,
a single rider fleeing.
And where has your boat gone?
It has sunk and floundered
and thrashed for hours in a sea
of bubbles and depth,
water in lungs,
where fish friendly hover
and watch this wondrous creation
that has caught the hearts of men in running fury
and sliced them into a thousand
writhing pieces
with its razor ideas and words.
The light thoughts are slashing and screaming
in all the bloody massacres of time
And in all its wild red glory
it sinks a magnificent death
witnessed only by the beautiful fish
Your boat has seen them! Lo!
Its rigging unties untangles
the knots your hands have wrought.
Rope winds with sinuous slowness
round the heart of the boat
to commit its final act of homicide. . .
The fish ignite to raging
bubbles boiling from their scales
to blind the famous death scene
a thousand poets have described.
And in all its red red glory
the world becomes a boatwood mash
The vines and leaves curl out of the ground
with light bred speed.
John Scoff ham
Welcoming Spring
This was to be the year
dead souls returned to confirm
our worst suspicion. The year California
disappeared, the year white
became the style of mourning. My only
ambition was to lose all
sense of direction and see the sun
rise in the West. Now, watching you
undress, the day unrolls
like an old movie. Your hands
move mysteriously through your body.
Each motion is deliberate, sustained
by the moment's persuasion. Water
gushes from the corners
of my mouth. My ass is anchored
helplessly. In this room of flesh
your lips form the shape of a queer
poem. Outside, birds tremble
at the familiar low moans, and already
I am thinking of the open day ahead.
Bruce Wilson
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Friday, .March  4, .1977 February
An unexpected sun shines through the afternoon
bringing a sweet smell from far away.
I sit and tap the thawing ground with a stick
andwatch many small flies crawl from the black mud.
They were surprised into birth by this sweetness,
but early warmth deceived them, easy as death.
It doesn't seem to matter on this fine day I can do
nothing with.
Christ, rising from his tomb, sees his shadow:
six more weeks of winter.
Jeff Schaire
Seagulls soft on the grey sky
you know how it is,
bare trees hung down with winter
reach dissolutely for distant spring;
dogs huddle on doorsteps;
acrid fog ransacks jackets,
plunders nostrils;
cold windowpanes,
cold floorboards,
everything is slow,
for light, warmth
and a quickened pulse.
Bruce Baugh
Pale sunset
Pale sunset
and the stars appeared
later a wild wind
whistled through the pines
i heard each wave
destroy itself
against the rocks
eyes open
the cool grey uneventful
unheralded by birdsong
only the crashing water
piling up yesterday
upon the beach
in preparation for
hardly the advent
of a great new day
no trumpets
flashing banners
no smallest part
of all creation
seemed to shout
but so some days
slip quietly
and are no less
Margaret Murdoch
Friday, March 4, J977
Page Friday, 5 Nothing Up My Sleeve
It was the type of gathering that allowed you to temporarily lose your inhibitions in the chip dip. You couldn't
really call it a party, since that would imply a sense of
celebration. This was more like going to a business
meeting in your underwear.
The Halliwell Advertising Company was entertaining a
prospective client tonight. His name was Les Waldman
and he was one of the biggest manufacturers of under
garments in the country. Ten years ago Waldman had
been what is commonly referred to as "a hippie." He was
the first person to discover gold while tye-dying a pair of
longjohns. Since Waldman was now rich enough to continue his practice of never wearing a shirt and tie,
everyone else was earnestly trying to look cool. All the up
and coming, plus the down and going, executives were
making tense attempts to relax.
After coming in from the cold air the room was hot,
smokey and noisy. The stereo was turned up to an almost
obscene level. Someone was singing about their disco
lady, or baby. It was hard for an old high school
saxophone player like me to tell.
Bob Halliwell, my boss, stepped over a few chicly
arranged bodies to resume playing host. As he walked
toward me, it was like seeing him for the first time.
(Without the restraining influence of a three piece suit, he
closely resembled a life-size version of the Pillsbury
doughboy.) He wore jeans and a tee shirt that read, "Let's
"Poor bugger," I thought.
Halliwell shook my hand. It was like being gripped by
several sweaty pastries, except that in the middle of all
those ladyfingers was a large diamond ring.
"Rich bugger," I thought.
He smiled at me. I was wearing my tweed jacket, with
the elbow patches. This morning I had purchased a pipe,
which now stuck out of my breast pocket. I was a writer.
"Hello Paul," he said. He had taken to calling me by my
first name since I had won an "Andy" for my commercial
oh Prigg's sandwich bags.
It's funny. I could tell that Halliwell was talking to me.
(I could see his lips move and everything.) It's just that
after a few years in the ad business, your mind tends to
take on the characteristics of a T.V. screen. It was
automatically tuning in the sandwich bag spot. The
reception, at this particular moment, was superb. I could
visualize the giant sandwich bags, sitting at the centre
table of a sidewalk cafe. They were drinking coffee with a
housewife. The caption, one of those things that creep
across the screen on election nights, read — TAKE A
PRIGG TO LUNCH! All of a sudden, the horizontal hold
began acting up.
"Paul! Are you O.K.?"
"Yes Sir. Just working on an idea for when we get the
Waldman account."
"That's my Hemingway! Glad you could make it. First
time you've been to the house, isn't it?"
I nodded and coughed. The smoke was getting thicker.
There was a pungent smell in the air. The boss leaned
over. It was his confidential lean.
"Bought some marijuana. Hate it. Evil stuff, but
Waldman smokes it."
"Oh," I said.
"Why can't he drink booze, like the rest of us deviates? "
I gave a hearty laugh, on cue, and tried to remember
what Waldman looked like. (Our only meeting had been
brief and rushed.) The old screen wasn't working. All I
could get was a fuzzy test pattern. I asked Halliwell where
the guest of honor was.
"Somewhere, having a good time: Don't worry. We've
got the little man sewed up."
The boss wasn't smiling anymore. Just for a second, all
of his excess flesh melted away. There was something
hard and disturbingly bright showing itself. This was a
man who could wrench your hand off, or sew you up nice
and tight. You'd never be able to get out.
Somebody grabbed Halliwell by the arm and, before he
could introduce "our writer", swept him away. My screen
flickered on. I was trapped between two pieces of bread.
The boss was stuffing me into a Prigg's sandwich bag. He
sewed up the end. I was trying my damnedest to switch
channels, when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Benton from the records department. Only all of
a sudden, he had a beard. I was willing to ignore him, but
he was determined to offer me some grass.
"No thanks. I don't smoke." I said.
He looked at my pipe and smirked, "Come on. It won't
turn your face green."
The girl beside him tittered. Now, I liked Benton — most
of the time. This, unfortunately, wasn't most of the time.
So, I took a last look at that lopsided expression and ripped
off the left half of his "moustache." The girl stopped
tittering. "-Roll it and smoke it," I said, leaving before he
could tear the patches off my jacket.
I was rapidly developing a migraine headache. The
screen was on again. This time a swollen cartoon head
was going "thunka . . . thunka . . . thunka." I was attempting to slowdown the rhythm when I felt something
around the sensitive region, which my mother delicately
referred to as "the place slightly below the waist and
slightly above the gutter."
I turned around and noticed that the "something" was a
woman. She wore a long, white, dress — with a matching
smile. She had blonde hair that was just long enough to
frame her face. It made you notice her extremely blue
eyes. The lady was alright, if you liked flawless beauty.
"Excuse me!" she said. Her voice matched the face.
I was just thinking how much fun it would be to accept
her invitation. Then I remembered that the last time
anybody touched me like that, I was getting measured for
a suit.
I didn't have to check. She had taken my wallet. It was
times like these that I realized why I stuck to advertising.
I liked money and money liked me. It was a good
arrangement and I didn't like anybody screwing up the
relationship. The blonde was trying to get lost, but I
caught up with her.
"Be a nice lady and give me back my wallet."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Please don't ruin this magic evening by lying to me."
"Not so loud. People will hear."
She pulled me into a nearby bathroom and shut the door.
I waited while she got my wallet out of her purse. I
grabbed it and pressed the button on my watch.
"I'd like to stick around, but it's time for all good little
boys to be in bed."
She grabbed me and gave me the kind of kiss that you
see in old movies, when kisses really counted. My mental
T.V. set blew a tube.
Before I knew it she was babbling something about
needing my help and picking my pocket on purpose and
how she knew I was a man to be trusted. It didn't make
any sense, until I saw the man slumped over in the
"He was getting grabby, so I hit him with a towel rack.
He could have killed me!" she said.
"Why is it that I feel sorry for the man in the bathtub!"
"Is he dead?" she asked.
I looked him over. He was alright, just knocked out and
slung over the bathtub. I told her all he would end up with
was a large bump on the head. She seemed relieved. I
looked for his wallet, but she got it out of her purse.
"You don't miss a trick," I said.
"I'm a working girl. This is my money for Mexico."
"Couldn't you take out a bank loan?"
"I have to earn my money. It's important for me to get
away from someone ... He honestly did try to rape me
— sort of."
"What's his name?"
She looked at the wallet and said, "Les Waldman."
"Jesus," I said, turning pale.
"What's wrong?" she asked. (She could see I was pale.)
I couldn't answer her. I was thinking about getting
caught in the bathroom with an angry Les Waldman. This
made me think about losing my job. My T.V. screen was
back in order. Men were taking away my car and stereo.
Then, the landlady was throwing me out the window of my
penthouse apartment. I was in a basement suite when the
screen started to fade. I was all wrapped up in bandages,
trying to start my novel again. It was hard to use the
"I deserve it allfor chasing after you," I mumbled.
"It's not my fault that you keep your wallet in a side
"It's not funny. This is awful. I could lose my job. That's
a V.I.P. in the bathtub!"
"Very Important Pervert."
She could see I wasn't laughing so she threw her arms
arouid me. She told me that I had a kind face and that she
was sorry, but she saw what I did to the man with the
beard — Benton — and she figured I must be alright. She
also reminded me that I said that Waldman wasn't dead.
She confused me.
"You're some kind of magician, or something," I
"It's not magic. You just hate this as much as I do."
"All the tee shirt sellers and men with false beards."
"Oh, that this."
"We have some self-respect left. I'm leaving here soon,
before it's all gone."
She gave me one of those old movie kisses and any
respect I had, for myself and the sanctity of bathrooms,
flew out the window. I don't remember much, except that
Waldman began to wake up and she hit him with the towel
rack again. (She didn't really hurt him. We just wanted
privacy.) While it wasn't exactly wedded bliss, at least it
was bliss.
My T. V. came on. I could see sunny Mexico as clear as a
bell. Both of us were searching for self-respect on the
beach, while I rubbed suntan lotion on her back. SO THIS
IS LOVE? flashed across the screen.
"Let's go to Mexico, together," I said.
"At least until next Thursday."
"Please don't joke. Let's go now, before it's too late."
"What's your hurry? I have to get vacation time from
my job."
"Now," she said. I think she was crying.
I was just about to ask her what the matter was, when
Halliwell walked in. He didn't see anything embarrassing.
But it was only natural for him to ask one question. What
was I doing in the bathroom with his wife?
We explained it away somehow. Waldman was too
groggy to remember much. We said that I was just on my
way to get help. Halliwell laughed and said that we should
get moving so that he could go to the bathroom. Mrs.
Halliwell looked like Mrs. Halliwell — now. I moved her
off into a corner sitting room.
"You        could        have        told,"        I        said.,
"No I couldn't."
She kissed me on the forehead and asked what time it
"Half past one."
"You better get going. Tomorrow's a working day."
We talked about nothing for a while. I said I would phone
her, but she didn't want that. I was halfway home before I
noticed that my watch was gone. I felt for my wallet. It
was in my side pocket, but I don't remember putting it
FrWqy. -Mflisb, 4^ .J.977 The World-maker
At first there were only shadows
like wings across the ground
not crushing
a petal
every thin space
among the blades of grass
full of the liquid
shadows of them
Then something entered their dark holes
the molecules
parted their spongy
The shadows rose on their feather-weight wings
and slipped sleek as snakes
into a crevice of air:
of air
This will be Light
God said
and the shadows
snaked off under rocks
and logs:
to this very day
they conspire there
God was not satisfied
with the shapes of the mountains
too angular, he said
too much shadow
what I want is light
so he rubbed two trees
and started a fire
the spark ignited
and a whole world burned
the rocks were molten
when the flame had died
and the smoke had sailed
over the seven seas.
He said fine, fine
now see what we have here
a blob of melted metal
and no shape at all that
a wiseman could lay a name to
let's see what we can do
with this mess
and he clapped the mounds
of stone between his two flat
palms and kneaded and smoothed
and touched up a jag here
and poked in a niche there
Voila, said God, perfection!
they have been
slowly falling down
ever since.
Last summer in our town
fifty-two people died
and one dog.)
Lois Gubbe
To Bump Or Not To Bump?
Do you bump? Jive? How about the hustle? or maybe
you flip, flop, fly, rock, roll, dive or crash? Or do you just
loll casually on the edge of the dance floor toying with
your drink, like I used to do, wondering whether or not to
make the move?
For about a year or so, I used to pass my evenings in the
several discos around town. Discothequing can be a
fascinating but frustrating pastime. You need" a quick
brain, a sharp wit and a keen sense of timing. Some hunt
in pairs, but I myself was a loner.
The rules of the game can take some time to pick up. My
first mistake was wearing jeans. I was politely refused
entrance to several respectable establishments before
being welcomed with open arms into a basement that I
can only describe as a cross between a troglodyte's cave
and the inside of an oven set at broil. Wishing neither to
make any world-shattering anthropological discoveries
nor to have an evenly browned exterior, I promptly
The style of entrance into the discotheque is an art
which may take several weeks to perfect. Do you stride in
confidently, grab the nearest girl and take to the dance
floor riding the crest of a self-generated wave of success?
Or do you sidle in, emanating cool, and check things
out? The former is more effective but takes more guts
than I used to possess. The latter was really too obvious
for me. Everyone is on the make but nobody will admit to
My particularly highly sophisticated style was to
precipitate myself into the discotheque by falling
gracefully down the stairs or tripping elegantly on an
upturned corner of the carpet, thus distinguishing myself
instantly as a power to be reckoned with in the machismo
stakes. I would then retire to the darkest corner and
proceed to be intimidated by everything going on around
The question of standards was one which bothered me a
great deal and one which brought about the great turning
point in my discothequing career. When you see a girl at a
table who looks like she is just itching to jerk her body in
absurd spasms to a deafening repetitive rhythm that the
Chinese must have been using for centuries to induce
loquaciousness in their torturees, do you decline to make
the effort to invite her to dance for the paltry reason that
she is somehow reminiscent of all the grotesque nannies
and nurses and policewomen that you have ever had the
extreme misfortune to run into in the passage of time? On
only one fatal occasion did I condescend to commit such a
crime against dignity, and on that occasion I received a
brutal slap in the face in the form of a refusal.
That jolt brought me to my senses. The naive optimist of
former times behind me forever, I had now become a
cynical hustler. Not giving a damn, I would rush in where
angels, or at least naive optimists, would fear to tread,
snatching rare beauties from beneath the very noses of
my competitors. In the infrequent event of a failure, I
would sneer mockingly in the face of the prim refuser,
retiring to my drink which I gulped stylishly, and my
cigarette which I dragged on manfully. Every night I
returned home with a different young thing in tow, and my
collection of trophies, in the form of some piece of underwear or other, grew in such quantity that I thought of
opening a corner store and living the relaxed life of the
petit bourgeois for the remainder of my life.
But one night, after experiencing a strange feeling of
deja vu with the object of my desires, who was
languishing in my arms at the time, I was suddenly struck
by the fact that I had exhausted the possibilities of the
situation. I no longer found the ritual stimulating;
enervating would have been a more appropriate word.
But I am not an early quitter so I resolved to try a little
experiment in order to ascertain whether my appraisal of
the art of discothequing was a reasonable one or not.
I placed a miniature tape recorder in my jacket pocket
with a series of standard questions recorded thereon. The
result was a little bulky in appearance but not so much
that anyone would notice in a room full of smoke, flashing
lights and sweaty bodies concerned only with "moving
with the music".
On entering the discotheque I approached a tightly-clad
blobof colour. I craftily switched on the tape recorder and
a voice crackled, "Ya wanna dance?" The girl got up and
followed me to the crowded dance floor. Periodically I
would lean over to her and the voice would crackle out
from the region of my left nipple. Expressing no surprise
at the location of my voice-box, she replied mechanically
to each question. Applying my strictest scientific principles, however, I concluded that this may well have been
an untypical result.
I asked another girl, but the same occurred. And so I
asked another, and another, and another, all with exactly
the same results. After an hour or two, I was mouthing the
sounds perfectly. I even went through the whole set of
questions with one girl while standing right up by her at
the bar, looking her straight in the eye.
Finally, in desperation, I asked the first girl to dance
again. Surely she would notice something unusual. To my
horror, she returned the same mechanical responses as
before. Convinced now that she too must have a tape
recorder concealed about her person, I started a thorough
frisking. "Not now!" hissed a voice in my ear. Suddenly
realizing that I had violated rule five, section B(2),
governing the rate at which one can progress in the field of
physical intimacy, I grew uncontrollably violent. I pushed
her into a dark recess and with one hand ripped up her
dress and with the other I tore off her panties, my final
trophy. All the time the tape recorder was bleating out its
familiar enquiries and comments, but I must admit I am
unsure whether the girl was still answering them or not.
When I cast a backward glance as I left the discotheque
for the last time, all I could see was the scrum of mannequins convulsing like epileptics. Presumably none had
noticed my act of dissension, or maybe they had just
assumed I was from out of town and was unfamiliar with
the nies of the game.
Whatever happened to the girl I do not know, but I still
have her panties. Disillusioned forever with the moribund
world of the discotheque, I am now involved in a far more
lively art, where at least the reactions are spirited. I
breathe heavily down telephones to housewives picked at
Friday, March 4,4977
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Friday,  March   4,   1977 He likes to watch
he likes to watch the morning sun
trickle under the door
like a clear anisette
breaking into perfect ripples
at her bare, hesitant ankles
it reminds him of all the words
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Diana Schutz
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you continue as if nothing has happened
smiling with that knife in your hand
I'm struck odd
you know what's sure to happen
besides the questions
I have trouble at home
and here you are
all your options gone
this won't help at all
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UBC utility man John Dzus will
make the trip to the Canada West
nockey finals this weekend despite
missing the last two games of the
season because of a letter written
by Calgary coach George Kingston
to hockey league president Robert
Osborne, a UBC physical education
In that letter Kingston accused
Dzus of using "cheap-shot tactics"
and the UBC team of "head hunting."
UBC coach Bert Halliwell's
decision toleave Dzus at home was
meant to avoid any further action
which could have caused the team
harm. Halliwell considered Dzus to
be "too valuable to lose" since he
felt Calgary may have "tried to
take advantage of the situation."
The timing of the letter and the
direction it took are both suspect.
The letter arrived prior to the last
weekend of the season in which
UBC travelled to Calgary. Obviously it caused a great deal of
concern on the UBC team. Was this
the intent?
A pair of wins by Calgary would
have made the Dinos eligible for a
wild card berth in the national
League president Professor R.
F. Osborne earlier issued a letter
in which he expressed concern
about the quality of league play.
Quality is basically a factor of
the players and the officials. Since
most teams are endowed with good
talent, officiating must be of an
acceptable standard.
Quality hockey players will play
quality hockey if supervised by
quality officiating. A hockey
player can only get away with
those things a referee does not see
or chooses to ignore.
Kingston elected to take a cheap
shot at Dzus instead of the source
of the problem, the referees.
From his vantage point Osborne
would say only that Kingston's
letter was not normal procedure.
He will take steps at future league
meetings to remedy the officiating
The best of three series will be
held Friday, Saturday and, if
necessary Sunday, between UBC
and the Golden Bears. Games
times are 7 p.m. Friday and
Saturday and 1:30 p.m. Sunday.
The games can be heard on CITR
radio (650 AM).
'Bird skiers third
Thunderbird rugby team wins
third straight conference victory
The Thunderbird rugby team
strengthened their hold on first
place in the Northwest Intercollegiate League Saturday with
their third straight conference
victory, 31-6 over the University of
Washington Huskies.
UBC broke a slow-moving game
open with four unanswered tries
late in the second half.
The Huskies were a much improved team since the last time the
two sides met. Two years ago the
'Birds coasted to a 113-0 win over a
hapless Washington squad. The
score could have been higher in
that game but UBC elected not to
convert any of their tries in the
second half.
The 1976-77 Huskies proved to be
a more disciplined opponent. They
tackled well throughout the match
and performed well in the rucks.
The Huskies main offensive
threat was the kicking of prop Dan
MacTaggert. He opened the
scoring of the game with a 35-yard
penalty goal at nine minutes.
UBC scrum half Preston Wiley
matched MacTaggert's kick with a
penalty goal of his own to put the
'Birds on the board. Rob Greig set
up Rob Jenkins for the first try of
the game. Fullback Graham
Taylor squibbed the ball into touch
then fell on it for the second try of
the half at 18 minutes. The half
ended with UBC nursing an 11-3
The Huskies MacTaggert opened
the scoring in the second half with
another penalty gcal to pull the
visitors to within five points.
On the next rush UBC prop
Frank Carson bulled his way
through most of the Washington
team then fed the ball to John
Oleson who scampered down the
sideline for a try.
Jenkins started the UBC barrage
with a fine crossfield run then set
up Jim Burnham for the score.
Five minutes later Taylor set up
Oleson for a try and then added one
himself shortly thereafter.
Bill Collins made a difficult run
down the sideline and dumped the
ball off to Oleson who went in for
his third try of the match as the
game ended.
Despite the lopsided score it is
apparent the UBC attack needs
improvement. Most of the tries
resulted from fine individual runs
rather than the culmination of a
precise attack. This can be at
tributed to a rash of injuries since
Second row Ro Hindson is still
out with a knee problem, fly half
John Billingsley is nursing a
shoulder injury, and Dave Whyte
suffered some ligament damage to
his shoulder last week in Oregon.
The 'Birds next test is Saturday
against the Fraser Valley Rugby
Union Rep team. The game will be
the second leg of UBC's bid to
recapture the McKechnie Cup.
Game time is 2:30 p.m. at Queen's
Park in New Westminster.
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The UBC men's ski team placed
third in the team results at the
Northern Collegiate Ski Conference Championships held last
weekend at Showdown, Montana.
Mt. Hood community college
won the event and Central Oregon
community college placed second
in the eight-team meet.
Randy Davis led the men's team
with a third in the slalom and
fourth in the giant slalom. Stu
Harrison managed tenth in the
giant slalom while Fred Cook came
eighth in the cross-country events.
Kathy O'Sullivan led the
women's team with a second in the
slalom. O'Sullivan's performance
was UBC's best of the meet.
Anne Webster came in tenth in
the giant slalom.
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Other team members at
Showdown wereDianne Koch, Deb
Attenborough, Don Andrews,
Bruce Harland and team coach
Ron Ozanne.
The final marked the end of the
UBC ski season. Although they
only entered two meets this year,
compared to four last year, they
considerably improved over last
year's performances.
School District Representatives will be conducting
interviews with prospective
teachers for the District at
and on the following:
University of British Columbia
MARCH 17 & 18
Hyatt Regency
(During Northern
Zone Spring Recruiting)
MARCH 28, 29 & 30
Campus candidates are asked
to arrange for appointments
through their respective
campus agencies. Candidates
wishing a specific
appointment time for the
Hyatt Regency should
contact in writing:
Wm. Maslochko,
District Superintendent
of Schools,
P.O. Box 680,
Vanderhoof, B.C.
V0J 3A0
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UBC    versus    Fraser    Valley
2:30 p.m., Queen's Park.
Skagit Valley plays UBC (varsity), 1
p.m., Trafalgar Field.
New   Westminster  Blues  play   UBC
(men's), 2 p.m., Queen's Park.
All-comers    meet    hosted    by   the
University   of   Washington   Huskies
(Indoor),    all    day,    Seattle    Civic
King Kong takes on Tarzan of the
Apes, all day, SUB Room 241-K.
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Job after
Nomination Forms Available
In The Grad Centre
For More Information Call 228-1650
Will have openings as
of September 1977 for
covering a broad range of the
educational curriculum.
These positions, both in the City of Prince George and
in the surrounding communities of Mackenzie, McBride
and Valemount offer the new graduate the challenge
and the opportunity of becoming involved within the
educational framework of this growing interior region.
Prince George representatives will be on campus to
conduct interviews from Monday, March 14 through
Wednesday, March 16 at the campus Placement
Office, Building F, Ponderosa Annex, near the
Ponderosa Cafeteria.
Students may arrange for an interview by going to the
campus Placement Office and scheduling a time to
meet with one of our representatives. Page 16
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