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lucid article on the natives’ viewpoint was by Boyce Richardson of the Montreal star (October 23rd).

Richardson, who has been to Saddle Lake before and met with Indian parents and the English principals of the schools near the reservation, makes one point very clear : “The principals seemed to be well meaning, but totally deaf to the Indian point of view.”

Saddle Lake was the scene last winter of the first shot fired in the Alberta Indians’ revolt against the school system. Following a prolonged occupation of a nearby boarding school by Indian parents, the government reluctantly handed over the management of the school to an Indian education board.

The reserve schools have been neglected physically.

The offers made by Chretien for carpentry, plumbing, heating repairs along with the closing and replacement of obsolete class rooms and polluted water supplies are testimony to that fact.

The Indians, rejecting this reform program, are sticking to their demands: Indian control of Indian education.

Thus the deadlock.

‘Government offering property-oriented reform, Indians demanding peopleoriented overall change.

- EDMONTON (CUP&Discontent continues to grow among Alberta Indians as parents of about 1000 Indian children vow they will keep their kids out of school all year unless federal education policies are changed.

The school boycott gained strength last week as a third reserve, the Saddle Lake reserve northeast of Edmonton, joined. the movement started by the Cold Lake and Kehewin reserves on September 13th.

The dispute is simple: the Indians want government endorsement for an Indian-controlled education scheme with cirricula relevant to their children, while Indian ,affairs minister Jean Chretien is offering piecemeal reforms, mostly in the form of property upgrading and maintenance.

The media coverage to date is confusing: Chretien makes headlines everytime he talks about the problem, accusing the Indians of blackmail, accusing the Indian association of Alberta of enforcing the boycott from the top down.

The Indian version of the boycott has received very spotty coverage from the daily media. Perhaps the most

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How has this situation come about? Chretien claims that IAA president Harold Cardinal has whipped the Indians into a position of defiance against federal authorities.

Indian spokesmen confirm Cardinal’s statement, however, that all IAA field workers were withdrawn from decision making, to ensure that the parents chose their own course of action.

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-The school dropout rate and youth suicide rate among Indians are much higher than the provincial average (the suicide rate among teenage Indian girls is ten percent higher than the provincial average).

-About forty percent of all prison inmates in Alberta are Indian youths.

-Local school boards impose a quota on Indians allowed in their schools. No more than ten percent Indians are permitted in any one school, while no more than twenty percent are allowed in any one classroom.

This means Indians have to be transported past half-empty schools to more distant schools.

-Recently ten Indian children recommended for remedial training were sent to a school for the mentally retarded, despite a local principal’s admission that only one child could possibly have been retarded.

7The few existing reserve schools are unhealthy for children. Cold Lake, for example, has obsolete classrooms and carries its water from a river that flows through a pig farm just above the school.

-Indians have an unending list of minor grievances, all of them factual and most of them racist, against the local education authorities.

For all these reasons, the Indian people of Alberta are going to maintain their boycott until they get enough school facilities on the reserves to serve their own children.

And the children aren’t going back to school until their parents control both the management and cirricula of - Indian schools so that young Indians can learn about, and continue, their own culture.

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A Toronto lawyer who had recently won what he considered a concession for Canadian Indians from the government was denounced satuday as a “vicious Jewish lawyer” taking part in the systematic killing of the Indian culture in Canada.

Kahn-Tineta Horn of the indian defense committee loosed a volley of anti-semetic slurs *against what she called “land-hungry dogs” during the most lively part of the iroquoian institute day-long conference at the theatre of the arts.

Her target was Clay Ruby, civil rights and criminal lawyer who has just won an appeal .which apparently has set the precedent for treating indian men and women equally in cases of non-indian marriages.

Ruby, in a talk just preceding Horn’s, had refused to discuss the “rights and wrongs” of any of the legalli ties he would discuss, “because it’s not proper for a white to come to tell you whether things that effect you are right or wrong.”

He explained the background of the case, in which he had brought suit against the government in the name of Jcannette Corbiere Laval, an indian who had married David Laval, a white.

As usual in the case of an indian woman marrying a non-indian, the department of indian affairs asked her ot send in her birth certificate so that she could be removed from her band list and no longer be considered an indian.

She was removed, but then lodged a complaint with the government.

Under Canadian law, an indian man marrying a non-indian woman has remained indian and the wife has become indian under law; an indian woman marrying a nonindian has ceased to become a legal indian and has been struck from the roll of the band.

But Lava1 “felt she wanted to be indian, others view her as indian, she feels she has a right to be indian without the government automatically making that decision for her,” said Ruby.

Ruby had taken the case to county court in Toronto, where, he said, the government lawyer had simply argued that it was “right and proper” that a woman should follow a man and take her rights and race from him.

The county court judge agreed wholeheatedly with that concept of male-female status.

When the case was appealed to the federal court of appeals, the second-highest juc.iciary-that same arguement was “virtually laughed out of the courtroom,” and Jeannette Laval’s name was ordered back on the list.

The government is now pondering whether or not to appeal the decision.

Ruby pointed out what he saw as several important implications of the victory : -The indian department is going to have to rewrite the part of the ’ indian act; - -indians may have enough power now to have some say in the new act;

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He called the indian act a “crock of bullshit” and said the indians were going to have to look to the Canadian bill of rights, as the Lava1 case had proven, for future changes in their treatment.

The only real interruption in Ruby’s talk came when a woman stood up and cried, “Stop calling us indians, that is not our true name. That’s the name Columbus, a white man, gave to us. Indians live in India.”

Ruby looked somewhat annoyed, but replied, “What would you prefer, I’d be glad to oblige.”

“North American aborigines,” the woman answered.

But, the rest of the afternoon, North American aborigines continued to be referred to as indians by everyone present.

Ruby then answered a number of legal questions from the audience, still careful never to insinuate his own opinions, though pressed several times to do so.

He ventured that, because of recent decisions, the Meti’s “would have a chance to. reopen the question” of whether or not they are indians under law.

He hinted that the Lava1 case was not over yet,’ when he said: “Jeannette and her husband and children can live on the reserve; when she dies, her children can’t own property there and must leave the reservation.

If she were a man, her children would be indians.”

One elderly lady said that the indian act is “renegade” since Canada has no constitution.

“We have a constitution older than the magna carta,” she said “and you can’t put laws ProuN, without .a constitution over a constitution.”

Then Horn stepped to the stage and seemed to surprise everyone present by the tenor of her attack

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She started out with several points many seemed to agree with, when she said, “indian nations are not a part of Canada, so how can the Canadian bill of rights (whichshe afterward referred to as the “bill of wrongs”) apply to nonCanadians? ” The treaties, she charged, were now being treated as nothing and the white man’s law as everything.

“The whites would love to take over our land and put up high-rise buildings, all justified under theirown laws.

But then she said that the only reason whites want t o marry indian women “is to control them, and their tribal votes, and their indian property.”

David Laval, she said, merely “wants indian land.”

Horn said she had been to Wisconsin, where the American government had allowed whites to move onto reservations and own indian property.

“This will happen in Canada, too, wherever the land is worth sometihing to white men.”

The indian act, she claimed, “is not perfect, but it is what we have to protect us and our culture.”

The indians are being duped into selling out their heritage and their land, she said by “bleeding heart legislation” under the white man’s fantasy of equality and through the use of “brilliant brains of Jewish lawyers like Mr. ‘Ruby.”

Then she pulled out the stops and attacked Ruby “If there is equality,” she cried at Ruby, sitting in the audience, “why are there five indian lawyers in Canada and three thousand jewish lawyers?

Perhaps we should move to disbar all but five of the jewish lawyers.”

She completely rejected the concept of male-female equality, stating that a woman’s p&e is to raise a family and keep a home, unless she chases-as Horn has-

not to be married and to take the man’s role.

“When men start having babies, I’ll. talk about sexual equality.”

She rhetorically asked Ruby why little jewish girls were not circumsized at birth, “so that they would be equal with jewish boys.”

A young indian girl in the audience asked to an ovation from the crowd, “Do you have no faith in Indian women that they can do nothing but be manipulated by white men? ” “If you do not believe a white man is cunning enough to marry an indian woman just to gain land,” Horn replied, “then you are very naive.”

Another person asked her if she did not believe the two could marry out of l&e and respect.

“Love is nothing but a white man’s fantasy made up to sell products,” said Horn. “I know a land-grabber when I see one.”

Someone in the audience cornmented as she left the stage that she may know a land-grabber, but she couidn’t recognize a racist in her mirror.

Ruby said later he wondered how she arrived at the conclusion that he was jewish.

“Are you?” he was asked.

“What does it matter?”

Ruby replied.

Willie Dunn, producer of the prize-winning film, “The Ballad of Crowfoot,” showed up minus the promised preview of his new film on the Hudson’s Bay company.

But he did bring his guitar, and made a peaceful sort of call to arms for unfearful action by the indians against the oppression of their background.

He seems to have captured the indian spirit of the past and the sadness of the present in his poemsongs and received a sincere ovation after he ended his programs with his famous “Ballad of Crowfoot .”

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Dr. Wright, former dean of engineering at uniwat, officially opened the building.

He was referring to Waterloo as having the ‘liveliest engineering society in north America’ when our boys interrupted the dull ceremonies.

They burst on to the stage replete with their engineering T-shirts and plumbers caps and exposed their mascot, the rigid tool. After a few spirited songs, the group left the bewildered audience to compose themselves.

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The skyjumpers, hired by engsoc to drop into the football game last Saturday, cancelled their plans due to poor weather.

Engsoc council is now directing its energy toward the ‘engineering weekend’.

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Uniwat’s theatre of the arts was turned into a national television studio for the second time this week thursday for the taping of Otto Lang and Germaine.

Greer “Under Attack.”

Lang, the epitomy of the smooth, smiling federal politician, was the first guest to face the hot lights, cameras and near-capacity audience.

Although most of the audience seemed more interested in Greersome had lined up at the box office at 5 :30 pouring over copies of the Female.

Eunuch-Lang’s panel was better prepared and succeeded in backing him down even though they could not crack the smooth veneer.

The panel-all male-challenged the minister for manpower and immigration on his department’s bias against the unskilled, nonwhite and homosexual immigrant.

John Dunbar asked Lang if the laws against immigration homosexuals was not putting the Canadian government into the bedrooms of other nations-in opposition to Prime Minister Trudeau’s comment on the revision of the Canadian criminal code.

‘right to decide’ Lang replied that Canada has the right to decide who is desirable enough to come into Canada, and suggested that he would not even want to change the paragraph in the immigration act which links homosexuals with pimps and prostitutes.

“You bar homosexuals like you ‘keep out blacks,” a panelist challenged.

“That’s not why we bar ihem,” Lang replied.

“So you do bar blacks,” shot back another panelist, leaving Lang temporarily at a loss.

But he quickly recovered and said the immigration act would be changed when parliament thought that was what the majority of the people wanted but that he hadn’t seen an indication of that will yet.

“Are you talking about the Canadian people or the Canadian ruling class? ” “In my opinion, the Canadian people are the ruling class,” Lang replied.

The questioning was then turned over to members of the audience who wanted to know about the immigration department’s stand on .admitting foreign professors, president Richard Nixon’s surcharge and its affects on Canada and on Canadian citizenship.

‘Complicated’ But they quickly found out that, according to Lang, things were “a bit more complicated than that.”

Lang said there was a serious obligation and concern about university hiring practices but thinks the obligation lies with the university not with immigration.

In answer to a questioner who stated “The only Americans causing unemployment in Canada are Nixon and Rockefeller” and who wanted to know when the economy would be taken out of the hands of US corporations, Lang suggested the federal government is considering the issue.

It is important, he said, to try to develop rules and laws so that corporations will act like good Canadian citizens no matter where they are based.

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End of show one and on to Greer, author, Cambridge lecturer and. symbol of women’s liberation.

The panel-two men, one woman-seemed rather at a loss since no one really wanted to oppose the cause of feminism.

Rousing opening statements by each panelist rapidly degenerated into quibbling and hedging.

Fred Davis, the show’s urbane moderator fared a little better for even if the opening dialogue between Davis and Greer lacked substance, it was witty and entertaining.

Davis suggested that he had been told that it is degrading to describe a woman as pretty or beautiful.

Greer agreed saying the word means the person is thought of as an object without any other “a woman is not supqualitiesposed to have any other kind of ego.” y When Davis suggested that both sexes could be appreciated for beauty, Greer looked archly at the immaculately groomed Davis and said, “Well, I think you are very pretty.”

“I’d like to return the compliment,” he replied, “but I’m afraid to.”

Greer seemed irritatedperhaps tired by her schedules in Toronto and Ottawa-when Davis asked her about feminist opposition to beauty pageants.

“Oh, you know the answer to that.” But she went on to explain yet again that women are under great pressure to deodorize and show off their bodies and men are not-“and just look at them” she said gazing into the audience at all the supposedly ill-kempt men.

Sexual freedom The change for women must be from sexual object to sexual agent.

Promiscuity has been applied to a woman who would have sex with any man, and that is not sexual freedom, she said.

Panel member Terry Harding questioned Greer’s role as a true revolutionary in view of the tremendous financial success of her book and Greer conceded the problem existed.

“I am aware of the antirevolutionary tendency and that I have been exploited by the bourgeois media” but she added because she recognized the problem she would try to handle it.

Greer was also accused of being the centre of attention while people like Kate Millett are ignored perhaps because they are less photogenic.

Mil_lett, Greer protested, has withdrawn voluntarily to work and “so will I when I see it is the right time. But remember, it is easy to preach to the converted.”

Because Greer’s life style and what she advocates are so much the same, her responses seemed open and human. She was irritated and bored when asked what she considered obvious questions but she also seemed genuinely interested in the questions from women in the audience-giving long and sympathetic answers.

When a panelist asked her what would happen to the children if marriages were endecd she snapped : “Everyone is worried about the children. They’re in a mess now.”

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Men privileged Harding objected to her stereotyping of men,- but Greer refused to concede the point, saying that men have been more privileged sexually and they have made no attempt to change the system.

Although dreer is not a member of an organized feminist group, she told a woman in the audience that she saw their value in supporting women who are trying to change their consciousness and trying to break out of traditional roles.

After the taping, Greer accepted an_ invitation from some of the women for beer and conversation although her agent was concerned about the writer’s schedule.

The panel seemed especially frustrated during this taping, having littI%F time to% pursue relevent &,eStior& -and. theysupposedly the ‘best$::&xep&e,d to lead the attack-w&&$..ven little opportunity.

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Greer typifies introverted Woman’s liberationists and feminists of all sorts were well entertained last thursday night as Germain Greer, author of the Female Eunuch, quipped and chided her way through the show Under Attack.

Miss Greer cut through her questioners with a remarkable deftness much to the pleasure of her audience. Her responses were more theatric than explanatory.

Nevertheless everyone seemed to enjoy the show.

The phenomenon of Miss Greer within the context of the Under Attack show was more like a reunion of feminists to reaffirm their common goals than any sort of serious confrontation.

This ra-ra-revolution atmosphere is symptomatic of many liberating movements.

Many groups have rationalized their

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Past leader of the Brazil national student union, Jean-Marc von der Weid, will speak tomorrow about the student movement in his country.

Von der Weid was one of a number of Brazillians exchanged several months ago for the kidnapped Swiss ambassador.

He had been arrested for subversive activity prior to the kidnapping. Von der Weid will discuss Canada’s role in south america as an imperialist and will comment on the almost commonplace his violence which plagues country.

He will be speaking in HUM161 (the grad lounge) at 3: 15 pm.

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position to the point where their’s is the problem of society which only they can solve.

Woman liberation groups do not offer the only examples of this introversion.

The black power movement in the states is a good illustrtition.

Others must include red power for the indians, grey power for old age, poor power for the underpriviledged of cities, separatism for the Quebecoisthe list can continue depending on your thoroughness.

That so many of the reasons for oppression in our society ‘can be linked with our socio-economic system is patently obvious.

To groups trying to eradicate these problems the ‘system’ lies at the base of all the troubles.

Free enterprise not only makes it convenient for people to be played off against one another, but it almost forces such a trend.

Quite often with groups fighting the system, the members see themselves as a special group.

Instead of being women or blacks or poor or french against the free enterprise system which is putting them down; it develops to a more generalized level in which it becomes women against everything else-in this case men; and the blacks against everything else-in this case whites; and the french against everything else-in this case the english. , This introversion developes as groups seclude themselves trying to work out their problems. -This iintroversion may be necessary during the infancy of some movements.

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The fr;ench have been and are being used by capitalists.

But in the development of the movement in Quebec the generalization has been made that all the capitalists and english are outsiders.

Now nationalism has surpassed socialism as the answer to the problems.

The fight is now the french against the english rather than the french against capitalists.

The hypothesis that french capitalists are going to be any better than english ones is a contradiction.

A capitalist, be he black, french, poor, female, old or young, is still doing the same thing.

Returning to women, both ;hey and men are sufferin.g under the same system. This is manifested by men taking a dominant position over women. In order to improve the condition of women the men must be liberated at the same time.

Contrary to this, many feminist groups are directly opposed to any involvement by nien, seeing men as the problem.

This secluded introversion has cut off the perception of the movement; drowning it in a sea of contradictions.

The groups of the movement have turned to themselves to such a point that they have lost the openmindedness necessary to be able to raise the consciousness of people and install forward momentum towards improvement of social, economic and political interrelationships in our society,

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The same rip-off prices, it should be kept in mind, are charged by the performer and his agents in either case; the only difference being ‘that in the case of the federation concerts, he is getting the difference from prepaid fees and he is getting paid by people who don’t attend the concert.

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That place is a small throwback to the days of real coffeehouses called the Tunnel Inn coffee home.

While the Tunnel Inn has a small group of more or less faithfuls, it hasn’t really received the support it deserves and needs from the KW people.

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People like Bob Robb, and Richard Taylor-and groups like Kit Carson and the Black Bottom blues-band have cost around 75 cents each and turned in really fine sets.

Many of these names you will not be familiar with, since they do not get inflated advertising ,budgets and’don’t have top-40 hits or even albums; but they are all worth catching.

The Black Bottom, for instance, churned out a fine set of electric blues Saturday night to an enthusiastic and appreciative crowd.

The cost was 75 cents.

Black Bottom, a Toronto group,has been to the Tunnel Inn three or four times, and each time the personnel has been different.

But Saturday it looked as if they have found a combination to stay with.

The focus of the group is the guitar player, who really knocked them out this time around.

He can be described as nothing but just an excellent musician on ’ any standard.

Technically, he is brilliant-he’s fast and not afraid to try. anyone’s style.

He works each piece for everything he can get out of it and the eventual repetitiveness of some of his solos may be an indication that the group is leaning too heavily on him.

But he doesn’t mess around with complexities. or theatrics like so many of today’s overreaching rock and blues guitarists.

He comes on and he plays hard; the closest thing to his style in rock today is Alvin Lee, and it would be difficult to say that Lee is any better.

Black Bottom is filled out with a . harp man-vocalist, bass, and an energetically refreshing drummer, who uses six cymbals, two basses, two tom-toms, two kettles and a snare-not just sets them up, he uses them all.

The so-called “blues” band is no more a blues band than is somebody like Ten Years After, but they played what the crowd came to hear, which was earsplitting , driving electric bluesrock, done well.

Upcoming at the Tunnel Inn is Richard Taylor again, a truly fine guitarist-composer-singerperhaps just a half-cut below Bruce Cockburn-and Bob Robb.

This friday, there will be a halloween party plus good entertainment, and the charge will be nine cents if you’re in costume (not your regular costume) and 54 cents otherwise.

Unfortunately, if the Tunnel Inn doesn’t start getting more support-both from audiences and from people willing to help it keep going-it will probably fold in the near future.

If you like having that kind of alternative in good music, the Tunnel Inn needs help.

There is no one “in charge” at the Tunnel Inn-it is what you would like it to be. If there is a kind of music you want to come to this area, or if you haven’t been aware of its existence, drop by soon some weekend night. It’s on Frederick st., between Weber and Duke.

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A public meeting with the Ontario Municipal Board to decide the fate of the proposed Oxlea-Eaton’s development for the City Hall area will start 1l:OO am tuesday October 26 in Kitchener city hall council chambers.

The meeting is anticipated to last three or four days. Any’group or individual can present briefs after the city has presented its position. This meeting is the last chance for the public to influence the decision.

The project, which will involve the demolition of the present city hall and market building, has been the center of much criticism since it emerged from a shroud of secrecy last june. If alderman Morley Rosenberg had not told the story to the chevron then there may have been no public discussion of the move at all, as the local media had agreed to cover up the story.

The proposal and city council’s methods have been attacked for lack of democracy, poor economics, aesthetics, lack of public tender, destruction of the market, removal of green space in front of city hall, and failure to consider local businesses.

According to alderman Rosenberg the only member of council to oppose the project, the council feels that it was elected to make decisions and if the public does not like it they can vote them out in the december election. The rroblem is that the contract with Oxlea will be binding on the next council. _ Alderman Rosenberg is hoping that the OMB will require the question will be put to the people by referendum, probably at the same time as the municipal election, december 6. It is not likely that city council will want to put the question to the people, as up to now they have displayed very little regard for democracy.

Petition rkceives support A group known as the ‘citizens committee for a better county core’ has clrculated a petition asking the Ontario This IS a special community

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Municipal Board not to accept the citycouncil-backed proposal of Oxlea Investments, and Eaton’s of Canada, for downtown redevelopment.

The proposal calls for the destruction of the present Kitchener. city hall, and nationally famous farmer’s market. SO far they have over 5000 signatures.

As there is still a chance that the OMB will accept the proposal, the committee will join others in demanding that there be a referendum on the issue.

Economics of plan The city has prepared a cost benefit analysis which indicates a net annual financial benefit to the city of 205,075 dollars.

The city gets l,OOO,OOO dollars for the present city hall and market; a price which is beneath its present value. This is included in the cost benefit analysis, but no mention is given of the fact that the money will be paid in installments.

The money, therefore, is not available as a lump sum for the city to invest or collect interest, as is implied in the cost-benefit analysis.

There is no account of the supposed benefits from this sale; the issue is covered with the statement “in any event the proceeds of the sale of the city hallmarket site is a substantial benefit which accrues to the city from this transaction.

It is however, impossible to place an annual value on this benefit at this time.”

Even if the money were to be paid in a lump sum its intended use is questionable.

The city plans to use it to purchase land on King street for future development.

The city could stand to lose a lot of revenue from these properties if the redevelopment is not started immediately.

Perhaps there have been more arrangements made with Oxlea involving these properties?

Even if the money were to be paid in a lump sum its intended use is questionable.

The city plans to use it to purchase land on King street for future development.

The city could stand to lose a lot of revenue from these propercles if the redevelopment is not started immediately.

Perhaps there

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have been more arrangements made with Oxlea involving these properties?

The annual cost to the city for the proposed new parking lot will be 276,000 dollars in rent. There is a further hidden subsidy for the parking garage. A total grant in lieu of taxes of 94,000 dollars should be paid to the city each year. This is not included in the calculations because it is supposed just a bookkeeping entry between city departments.

However, if Eaton’s were to operate the garage they -.would have to pay that amount of taxes, therefore this should be counted as debit.

The parking garage is to make 351,000 dollars a year. To do this there would have to be 15,000 cars a week each paying 45 cents for parking.

Experience with the Duke street parking garage indicates that this is an overly optimistic estimate. The Duke-street grage is about half the size of the proposed 750 car garage, and is losing money.

The City also chose to overlook several other costs called for in the contract. Some of these costs are: 6 Demolition costs of the existing city hall Q Cost of moving the cenetaph. . o Cost of partitioning space in the Oxlea development to be used as city hall. o Improvement of Duke street between Frederick and Scott st. as called for in the contract.

Q Rebuilding of sidewalks around the development, on public streets.

The rental of office space is to be $6.50 per square foot. The city has been offered space in corporation square at $5.50 per foot. There is presently a surplus of office space in Kitchener, and these prices are not competitive. .

Other factors of the economic effect of the project have been completely ignored.

Some questions that the city has failed to answer are : o What happens to the present Eaton’s store? o What will the effect on downtown merchants be? Will some be put out of business due to the competition from the development ?

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Q Will large sums of capital be leaving the city in the form of rentals, and profits from sales at Eaton’s? .

0 What of the land acquired by the city at MacKenzie Kinv square. A government complex may be built, there with the advent of regional government which would replace the need for a city hall.

Q The city may have to negotiate for four properties at King and Scott that Oxlea have not been able to purchase.

In short this project will probably cost the taxpayers much more than Council is saying.

Municipal corruption?

It is interesting to note the proposed Oxlea development which the majority of city council is pushing cannot stand public scrutiny.

There has been outstanding effort spent to keep the matter quiet. Ever since the story was leaked public dissenters like alderman Rosenberg have found it impossible to get the local- mass media to carry their views, while every possible compliment for the plan has been printed.

For over a year the planning board and urban renewal committee conducted negotiations with Oxlea without informing the Council. It is interesting that only 15 of 50 members of the urban renewal committee took part in these negotiations.

Walter Bean who was past chairman of the urban renewal committee introduced Oxlea to the committee.

Bean is now a shareholder, and vice president of Canada Trust which owns 10 percent of Oxlea.

John Lingwood, a member of the planning board, and seconder of. the motion to accept the Oxlea proposal, is now an architect working for Oxlea.

The information given about the project by the city had many errors, especially the financial report.

In their cost benefit analysis city council minimizes or completely omits many debits, while maximizing possible revenue.

For some reason the planning board, and city council seem over anxious to shove this development through.

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BANFF, ALTA. (CUP)-The FLQ’s action last October was probably the best thing that ever happened to the Quebec people, according to a young Quebecois psychologist attending the national voice of women conference held in Banff October 1 to 3.

Louise Walker, a psychology teacher at McGill university, said that action for self-determination and justice is far more important than work for peace in the voice of women.

Quebec has been colonized economically, politically and culturally ever since the arrival of the French, she said. After taking all the wealth from the Indian people, the fur trade, the fisheries and the land of Quebec, the moneyed feudal aristocracy abandoned the “Canadiens” (the descendants of poorer colonists from France) to the authority of the english merchants.

Walker said that from then until the present, the Durham policy of assimilation was applied by massive immigration of English to overwhelm the Quebecois.

Thus the “inferior” status of the Quebecois could only be “cured” by their exclusive adoption of the dominant English culture.

The results, psychological, economic, and social, on the Quebec elite are common to most colonized people (as studied by Albert Memmi in “Portrait of a Colonized People”, and by Franz Fanon in “The Wretched of the Earth”).

“You (the Quebec elite) speak French at home and English outside. You can expect an income 35 percent lower than any of your non-French speaking neighbours.

You want the good life of the big american car and the color TV and so you go to McGill-and still get less pay than the others. You adopt the anglo-american way of life: your kids learn in English about

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the salvation of the poor Frenchput Quebec back to sleep for Canadians by general Wolfe and another 100 years. This project, . , your wife buys in English, because . however, met with two other forces to get your elite job you had to be that also joined to liberate. One of willing to move. these forces, according to Vincent, “But you still haven’t supplanted emphasized the cultural and the american corporation aspects of the struggle, capitalist control of Quebec in- linguistic and the other involved the sociodustry and you feel guilty because economic scene in trying to bring you have betrayed your people. more justice to the working class And you damn well should! This and the underprivileged. assimilated, economically Vincent said a process of privileged minority who decolonization has begun in ‘represent’ the Quebec people are Quebec to free the Quebecois from more dangerous than the enemy . whose foreigness is obvious by his a power that imposed a foreign language.” said Walker.

“And the church, upheld by the lawyers, businessmen and their friends, emphasized that the Quebec privileged class should HAWAII (LNS-CUPI)concentrate on the ‘other world’.”

Demonstrators using rotten fish to Walker said that because of the “protest the rotten values and economic situation in the country rotten thinking which promotes today, members of the Quebec and rationalizes environmental elite have “arrived at a point atrocities like the Amitchka test” where you have no job, you are humiliated, you have no reason to hope for any change but for the worse. You have nothing to lose in fighting and everything to gain.

Solanges Vincent, another VICTORIA (CUP )-Last week’s French-Canadian delegate to the student elections and referenda at the university of Victoria were Banff conference, outlined this declared invalid and rescheduled contemporary fight through its by the student representative historical developments : “The political affirmation of assembly at an emergency Quebec, already brewing under the meeting sunday night (October%).

Duplessis regime, started to make The action came after the itself known during the first few release of a list of “inyears of the quiet revolution, constistencies, irregularities, launched in 1960. But the slogan unconstitutional steps and in‘maitre chez nous’ had angered too findings during the many powerful interests on St. credible recount of the ballots”.

The list James Street and, as these people was prepared by chief returning are the backers of the electoral officer Mike Farr. fund, they stopped the Liberal government from pursuing the The irregularities were noticed in a constitutional referendum, an reforms long overdue.” said .a Vincent. election of candidates to the student government, and in a After that, Vincent explained, the forces of federalism combined referendum to reduce athletic fees with the corporate elite to try to from $6 to $4 per student. The

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language and mentality in order to humiliate and control the people.

She said there is a new consciousness among a growing number of Quebecois, particularly the younger generation, which makes them refuse to integrate themselves into the present north american society managed in Canada by the well-contented valets in Ottawa.

“These Quebecois hope to make history by not repeating it, and want to replace the present structure of society with one in which not the camouflage of civil rights (so

used

easily discarded>, but the full rights of man would be the goal to achieve. ” Vincent said that socialism was a “vital necessity” to the Quebecois.

“The progress of the Quebecois will have to be a collective enterprise as ’ individually they are not rich or powerful.”

“When will we notice some concern and action to give power to the working class. And I mean radical action that will deliver blows to the establishment to bring about more justice.”

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met in front of the Hawaii state capitoi and the city’s federal building to . confront invited government officials who didn’t show.

The demonstration, on Sep-

invalid referendum for the constitutional amendment failed to obtain the necessary two thirds vote to pass it on the first ballot count; but a recount and the discovery of an overlooked ballot box passed it.

Checks on ballots for candidates for council seats showed discrepancies of up to 200 votes from the original count. As a result, one candidate lost his lead in the elections.

There were complaints that athletics students, who were poll sitters, were advising students how to .vote; and that some polls had only one sitter while others went unattended for up to five minutes.

Some students did not receive all the ballots when they went to vote.

The elections will be held again on monday november 1.

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tember ~9 was without the benefit on the presence of the 12 officials who had been invited to appear and speak against the tests. Instead their twelve empty chairs were amply occupied by one or more rotten fish, that their absence may not have been noticed.

Keynote speaker at the rally was congressman Ataji Balos from Micronesia (a group of UScolonized islands in the Pacific ocean) who said that testing there in the 1950’s had ruined farmland and fishing areas of the native peoples who then had to accept handouts from the US. In addition the radioactivity had caused medical problems for which the americans had assumed very little responsibility.

After the rally the demonstrator s moved across the street to the federal building to distribute more fish and fish parts at a higher level.

Before the surprised police could stop them, -some of the demonstrators had flung their offerings to the second story eaves where they would be difficult to remove.

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Weather Report (Columbia C 30661) is an album of 21st Century jazz, a further exploration into the sort of “electric head music” with which Miles Davis, Herbie Hancock, and Tony Williams have been experimenting.

Combining rockpercussion and influenced repetitive electric bass patterns with free-form jazz melodies, Weather Report has produced a recording whose complexity is not conveyed by the term “jazz-rock,” (Joe Zawinul, Wayne Shorter, et al are in any case jazz musicians in terms of both experience and predilection), but must be approached as a music which is essentially “new” despite its borrowings from older forms.

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In what is hopefully the first of many albums, Weather Report scores several notable successes.

“Milky Way” is a piece of cosmic meditation on which Zawinul constructs an eerie and tremulous voyage into the possibilities of the electric piano, while “Seventh Arrow” dances, swirls, and finally explodes into frenetic anger.

“Eurydice,” the only straightahead swinger on the date, demonstrates their versatility, and also makes the point that the members of Weather Report have a firm grasp of conventional jazz idioms: their experimentation is of an altogether higher order than that of such self -consciously “avant garde” jazzmen as Giuseppi Logan or Frank Wright, for whom formlessness is a refuge rather than a liberation.

At first Weather Report may seem overly tentative and cerebral-it took me three or four listenings to really get into it. But I did find it to be an ultimately rewarding effort, and highly recommend it to anyone whose head space encompasses recent Pink Floyd, Terry Riley’s In C, 6r the Tony William’s Lifetime.

But stay away, Grand Funk Freaks.

New music One of the most interesting features of this “new music” is that of dynamic tension between the steady rock rhythm and the

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The record documents a period during which the ra,w, unsophisticated country blues were becoming part of an urban black culture, a process which finally resulted in the very formal, indeed almost ritualized, performance styles of a B.B. King or a Muddy of styles and moods, of which the Waters.

Initially, however, the extended pieces on Sides 3 and 4 urban blues retained some of the are perhaps the most successful. simplicity and directness of its “Little Dove ‘9 with Cavaliere’s Southern antecedents, and Leroy of this relaxed vocal’solidly supported by Carr is a fine example phenomenon.

Ron Carter’s bass, is an especially beautiful tour through the Peaceful While the most common themes World, while “Getting Nearer” -of the urban blues-bad women spotlights the Sly Stone-ish guitar and bad whiskey-predominate riffs of Buzzy Feiten, no stranger (“My woman was standin’ over to Cub’s Butterfield fan club. The me. She had a big .45, and she was title track, a al-minute Latinas mad as she could be.“), there is nostalgic “blues tinged jam, gives everyone an also a more opportunity to exhibit their talents, feeling” present in Carr’s lyrics. culminating in a fine scat vocal by Molly Holt.

Jazz, Rascals and Blues particularly, seldom rises above just keeping time, especially in comparison to such previous Davis

and demands your whole-hearted attention: “the consequent pleasures take longer to achieve, but they are that much more intense. Although it’s a hackneyed phrase (usually used to encourage hard labor at some mindless task), I really think that you’ll get out of Fourth just exactly what you put into it.

accompanists as Tony Williams and Jack DeJohnette.

Even John McLaughlin, ordinarily my favorite jazz guitarist, contents himself with playing very simple figures, and Steve rock Grossman’s soprano sax solos merely underline the abscence of Wayne Shorter.

Major jazz talents Miles, nevertheless, is in fine form here, and if you preferred the Fillmore recordings to his earlier work, I imagine that you’ll want this one. It’s mediocre in terms of what Miles has already accomplished, but that’s still superior in relation to all but the very front rank of contemporary jazz artists.

The records discussed above are all more jazz than they are rock, but Peaceful World (Columbia G 30462) reverses this ratio and achieves some equaly interesting results. If you still associate The Rascals with “Good Lovin’ ” or “Groovin’,” a surprise is in store: this is a two-record set done with the help of such major jazz talents as Alice Coltrane, Hubert Laws, and Joe Farrell, and the other personnel are a Who’s Who of New York studio musicians.

Richly textured Soft Machine’s Fourth (Columbia C 307541, by way of contrast, has no individual superstars to carry it, but this is more than compensated for by the group’s ability to improvise collectively.

Their’s is a richly textured, constantly shifting and probing music which, very much like Chicago, refuses to stay in one place: just when you think that they’ve finally settled into a groove, a change in rhythm or a different horn voicing puts an entirely different face on things.

And, again like Chicago, each new variation seems absolu,tely right, another improvement upon an already imposing degree of musicianship.

Of the original Rascals, one of the few whitegroups who could sell out Harlem’s Apollo Theater,only Felix Cavaliere and Dino Danelli remain, but neither is , over his head in such stellar company.

Danelli is an experienced, rocksteady drummer, while Cavaliere, besides possessing a fine voice, is here shown to be a very capable composer.

The music ranges

Soft Machine’s Third was also an excellent album, but on Fourth included some of free interpolations of the jazz they’ve England’s finest young jazz soloist.

On Jack Johnson musicians, so that we get even (Columbia KC 304551, Miles Davis offers two extended tracks (each more of a good thing. The new horns and a double takes up a full side) which take this additions-four both denser to its logical extreme.

Miles is a bass-contribute ensemble passages and a greater lyrical and compelling trumpeter, number and variety of solo voices. but his colleagues here are simply Elton Dean, the alto saxophonist not inventive enough to sustain Soft Machiner, interest for twenty minutes at a and an original seems particularly happy in this stretch. new context: his playing has Billy Cobham’s drumming, become both more relaxed and rr+rvrrrrrrrrrr more authoritative, and he also c a fine original, MORROW z contributes “Fletcher’s Blemish.” ;’ CONFECTIONERY 4 Much like- Weather Report, Soft B 10NJniversity Ave W ,+ Machine makes music which POST OFFICE 4 * doesn’t jump up and grab you by * Phone 742-2016 * the gonads, but rather lays back c+i+YrYl+r++*+*

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The more up-tempo items, such as “In and Out of Love” and “L.ove Me,” are pleasant enough-there isn’t a bad cut on the album-but their relative brevity lessens their impact, although they do serve as an effective contrast with the longer pieces. On the whole, a welcome change of pace for The Rascals, and yet another indication that the worlds of jazz and rock have much to offer one another.

Blues

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Columbia has been putting out some fine blues reissues, of which Leroy Carr’s Blues Before Sunrise (Columbia C 30496) is one of the most interesting.

Included here are 16 songs recorded between 1932 and 1934, with Carr’s piano nicely supplemented by the guitar work

I have the blues before sunrise, With tears standing in my eyes .,..

and Today has been such a long and lonesome day I’ve been sitting here thinking With my mind a million miles away.

are gentler reminders of the music’s country origins, sentiments appropriate to Carr’s subtle, easy-going piano and vocal offerings, as well as to Blackwell’s spare single-note guitar lines.

The sound is dated but adequate, and thus Blues Before Sunrise is an essential acquisition for the blues traditionalist, and a potential eyeopener for those who think that the blues have to be heavy and amplified. This is still a “folk music,” relatively untainted by commercial considerations, and as refreshing as a walk in the predawn air.

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1: it is difficult for anyone to adjist his life to truths, wrecking truths which suspend sanity and madness; but if you think its tough for you, can you conceive what it would be for a Yokel?

Such was the nature of recent events in Yokel City which left every decent Yokel aghast.

Commenting upon the events, a local Yokel Percy Frimble said, “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.

There ain’t been so much commotion around here since the signing of the Magna Cartia, or was it the Crusadees?”

I asked Percy which ‘Crusadees’ and he just gave me a suggestive wink, which I interpreted as meaning neither.

The obscene scar which, today leaves every Yokel with a taste of the formidable that is history began (as far as Yokels are concerned) as most beginnings, quite innocently; so it seemed when . Yokel Sherrif Arney Tinsel escorted Stevie Newis out of the middle-class bedroom of the wife of the City’s own Parks Board genius, Bobbie Dixon. Was this an innocent beginning?

According to Tinsel it was; when queried about Newis’ behavior he replied “Innocent, of course; just normal. This sort of thing happens daily when ya got so many masses packed together in these huge metropolisis.”

I reminded Tinsel that Yokel only had a population of 327; he had no further comment to make at this time.

It seems that Tinsel’s picture of the world of deviance, in all its simplicity, could only deal as do most pictures, with appearances.

For, three days after the sentencing of Newis, which was as well three days after Newis entered what’s known as the ‘cold shower room’ at the rear end of Yokel

jail, the alleged victim, dixon’s trusty wife burst into the jail, threw herself on the floor in front of Tinsel’s desk, and resounded for at least 40 seconds before Sherrif Tinsel removed his keen, Sherrif-like nose from the Sociology of Crime text.

Mrs. Dixon, still on the jail floor, had come to tell Tinsel the real unwinding of events that had unwound that supposedly normal night.

The confession was premised with the admission that she felt guilty about Newis sitting in jail (a euphemism for the cold shower room trauma) and that besides, she wanted to be a good Liberal.

She admitted that although it was true that Newis had surreptiously snuck into her bedroom, it wasn’t her that he was after, but instead since he was already there, she had decided that she wanted him. She said that Newis told her that ali that he was after-this time anyway-was a set of her husband’s clothes.

At this she became even more frustrated, than made some kind of threat to Newis; he refused her again and insisted On the clothes, after which she carried out the threat, specifically she called the Sherrif.

Thus began the point of no return for Yokel in this confusing incident which was shrouded in mystery for neither Mrrs. Dixon nor Sherrif Tinsel; for, Mrs. Dixon, as most frustrated Liberals, and Tinsel, as most textbook Sherrits, could not trace out the implications of anything.

So it occurred to neither of them to ask themselves or each other just why Stevie Newis had snuck into her bedroom only to steal her husband’s clothes.

Newis was released with an admonishment for his pranks, after which Tinsel got back into his Sot. book, and really got into the chapter on sex crimes.

As fortune always has it the case wasn’t finished, or as a Sherrif would say ‘closed’.

The pernicious serpent had been’ stirred.

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weretriggeredoff, so to speak, by a so to speak, between Newis and his wife upon his return to her from Yokel jail; she was giving him the ‘proper devil’ for. messing around on her; for bringing shame to rest upon the little nest. Both during and after the sermonnette, he tried to reassure her that there was nothing to worry about, really, because firstly he was not messing around, and secondly no one had asked him why he had wanted the clothes.

Irony, irony, irony! He was the only person in all of Yokel that had given it a thought, or at least a second thought. _ Mentioning it to his wife was to prove to be a very large mistake.

The very next day the ‘old blabbermouth’, as Newis is wont to say of her, in an attempt to save face, or more likely just to make conversation, blabbed to all the girls in Ed Smiley’s Drug Store & Soda Bar that there was nothing to worry about because firstly her husband wasn’t messing around, and secondly no one had asked her husband about the clothes; as a matter of fact, no one had asked her if she was worried about anything. llnfortunately for Newis, Mrs. Tinsel was at the

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YOKEL CITY (AQ!X)-All hell broke loose in this city of 327 recently as the nightmarish details of sordid human frailty were revealed by Sherrif Arney Tinsel, after many days of surreptitious comings and goings of local Yokel notables which climaxed, so to speak, last Thursday.

What follows is chevron reporter David Monoogian’s special report.

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Newis told Tinsel th proper that his ovel orgiastically, almost I scurity; a voice had so a sordid, resigned vent God damn it, you onI\ Dixon disappeared v .peak), reappeared, an eye. Newis left later, groan filled the-air, t Newis returned, aga same. There was one sl that was the growing dt (At this point in Nt c-used himself and said he had to have a leak floor, shuffled a bit, g( Tinsel returned from returned from tinkli. tg Newis stated that hc tangled jealousy of Di> peaks’, besides which hypocrite.

Just before and the nocturnal pe; LIixon, literally.

Hi whining; sobbing,‘tugg moaning “I want a pc There was no rewar amidst the preoccupat ‘groaner’; the door stol aside accompanied lowdown Yokel obscel Somehow all this moped around Yok climacticity of his higt anxious, yet not disintl when, passing by Mrs. 1 plan crystallized in hi clress up one night in D ruin before him, he r long enough for just a t he was, and there was back traces of propriet glanced up and dow moustache, then scur The rest of the stor sighed gloomily now tlquoted by the Sunday hTih as we have n .s dejection do we sink i Yokels agreed that it -anybody to say.

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t is well-known that in the courthouses of south east Africa, and in those of other tropical regions, only India ink is used. This is so because a luxuriant mark can be made by a thick quill pen using this ink. Legal documents are held in the highest esteem by man and consequently must be of the most impressive sort. It is also known that monkeys have an affinity with this ink. Witness the following reports.

The first dates back to 17911 has been recorded by Jorge Luis Borges and attributed to Wang Tap-Lai. It goes as follows: r The Monkey of the Inkpot.

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“This animal, common in the north, is four or five inches long; its eyes are scar/et and its fur is jet black, silky and soft as a pillow.

It is marked by a curious instinct-the taste for India ink. When a person sits down to write, the monkey squats c&s-legged nearby with one forepaw folded over the other, waiting until the task is over. Then it drinks what is left of the ink, and afterwards sits back on its haunches, quiet and satisfied.”

I found a more recent report in the Kitchener-Waterloo Record last summer. It was headlined, Monkey May Arrested, and goes as follows: “Blantyre, Malawi (Reuter)--A warrant for the arrest of a misbehaving monkey was issued by a magistrate in a small village 150 miles northeast of here. The monkey invaded a courtroom three times during a trial, tried to steal a national flag and picked

Be

up a penal code book and started thumbing it. An angry prosecutor successfully

through applied

for an arrest

a bottle

of ink and

after

the monkey

stole

disappeared.”

Monkeys are very intelligent beings. They generally avoid association with lesser creatures-of whom man is ’ most definitely included. It has been my fortune to have been aquainted with a monkey.

It is from him that I received my information.

The lines of communication amongst monkeys of the world is a little known but important fact. Unlike man, who was satisfied with organising a small sequnce of utterances and making them universal as a mode of inter-species communication, the monkeys transcended the obviously limiting human language and developed intra-sensory mechanisms through which thought, meaning and intent. can be transmitted over great distance with relatively little ambiguity, and with simplicity, combined with beauty and grace.

It is a common contention amongst man that the monkey is a curious creature. As homo sapiens has erred in his perception of the cat, so he has erred even more over the monkey. It is man with his projective nature who is in fact the curious being. Observe the behaviour of a man at a zoo (horror of horrors), bemused at the vivacity of his captives.

Many years ago, when the monkey first realised his natural superiority over man, it was suggested by one of the least intelligent of their number that they should engage in the capture and maintenance of man-to display him in cages. A convention of monkeys (the most sage) was called to deal with this obvious manifestation of stupidity in their group. After long counsel a treatment was found to cure this fragmented

member. Since that time there foolishness amongst monkeys.

has been no incidence

of

But let US return to the. matter at hand. The cumstances which led to my acquaintance with this noble monkey, who confided in me thus, I promisednever to disclose. One further confidence make to you-and it is only after much deliberation clarification of purpose that I am able to disclose this.

cirmost have l will and

India ink was developed by an erudite monkey of antiquity. Its therapeutic power was indeed the wonder of healers the world over. This most virtuous of beings had discovered in his creation the liberating forces of the universe.

He that could partake in its mystery could overcome any limitation which might have previously impaired his road. But a wicked man saw the wondrous deeds this liquid could perform for the learned monkey, and in his lust and avarice he set his mind to the theft of the precious ink. One night while the monkey slept, the evil homo sapien fell upon him with blade unsheathed and slew the peaceful anthropoid.

Unnoticed to the covetous villain a blemish grew within the ink, there to remain until such time as the sin is expiated.

In commemoration of the ancient sage, the most erudite of the young monkeys will, on occasion, frequent the dwellings of man to investigate his usage of the India ink. When a young monkey comes upon a man in search of knowledge, truth and beauty, he will remain as an inspiration to him, feeding on the remainder of .the ink, as we have witnessed in the description provided by Borges.

If the monkey comes upon a man who wallows in his ignorance, a man who is ignoble, (and this occurs most commonly) he will abscond with the ink after wreaking havoc. by a. di franc0

‘oetic

illusion

steel waters pound the beaver’s bellowing at the silent woodwhich smiles benevolently, like a Sapphic Aphrodite whose sparrows kiss the stream, then depart; a rock reviled the moribund ant bearing his ultimate burden to a home no longer there.

reef, Power I

God River gathers up his might and slaps the sun, to no effect.

All is illusion, and the forest a bell _ to bring the sparrows back: Would it be difficult to burn down the rivers and dam up the forests till a balance be restored,?

Gloria

hollow nothingness void .inside no rightful strength for the power trip gameafraid only to play as the system prescrives to get the well earned reward of sat isfact ion relations. for what does the lonely heart in love and lost as there is no game it can play in peace ambiguous anxiety anarchy of life and death born unto this who is I in the whole parts united with friends and strangers at one even beginning anew as each human being meets love for the first timeless compassion peace of silent solitude together beyond the person beyond the power trip to the real people power from nothingness a return as painful lonely love light.

I even dare imagine the illusion an illusion, melting ice-Ii ke In spring streams under 3 malevolent sun; but if I am right, my porous hand will hold the waters for the forest to absorb in winter.

Somewhere, at some distant time, long past, I sought out the Muse; she was busy, and I went home.

people

Psychic

Ken

do

The activity beneath ignores This wonderous spectacle Flowing across the firmament Praying for attention, Craving the ecstatic journey That is suspended in memory.’

Now the fire appears vague The ecstacy lapses into harshness The scene is pacifying And lost forever to those blind.

Stephen

ego

Summer

Memory

I am nineteen years of age In my mind I’ve turned a page Old and withered and laden with dust Are the memories that I had from August And when this page crumbles in September Will I be left with nothing to remember.

Don’t close your covers, don’t lose your text For I will be return in August next .

To carry on <what I didn’t finish ln hopes that fond memories won’t diminish Bob

Ramberg

Arts-Fartsy

Motion

Tripping from the movement Pursuing the unknown Drowning in the embryo s;,That lingers in childhood.

0 God why must it be This dreaded purgatory, Stages please the actors But this depressed path Offers no love.

The vital springs awaits Secure the foothold Join with humans Their affection can be yours.

Stephen

poets

spewing grey sputum in city-parks rolled in newspapers

or rubbies

like to all you artists who immortalize

discarded

of the

Waterloo fog * and chalk dust and malt air are heavy about this morning

cigars

people

the pigeon-feeders, fingers picking sacred snot serendipity of loose bowels

their ancient the sensuous ending

such master #pieces “Shit” or “Fuck”

with

had you written such poems twenty years ago you might have been hailed “a beat” and sport sincere beards flecked with ( its been your secret wish! ) as for now: wallow

Blue

McLaren

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in your

own

i am learning what i already while through people vanish

excrement.

white

see day clear moon’s edge cut night sky and recall size

’

me

on paper know the window in a near mist

I

Lady

in the

Library

She

never spoke (though it would have been Immaculate skin gleaming, hair( blonde) every strand obedient, Prim,proper,crisp coolice cold blue eyes that could pierce with a casual flick:

a whisper),

marble.

One day, I would like to sit \ unseen in a corner safely ‘cushioned from her veneer and watch her, And then write a fantasy story false, fake, fraudulent, involved her in some crime like prostitution-

j

/ But

now, I open the exit smiling slightly and (politely) wish her stocking would

of space

i am learning on paper what i already know while through the window i vanish in the distance.

TRAW

The

So polite-beyond the atmospheric requirements, a steely politeness.

1s Beneath her skin m rippled the features of some hidden Greek

Gamman

People

to all you so-called who write about wheezing old men

Gamman

c

Lalonde

Mundi

A Simple

Colour

The enigmatical streaks before your Purple haze stretches for identity Puffy billows abound As the red strikes on, then vanishes. \

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10

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unnerving.

P.S. Wynne-

door at the

untense

fall downor somet

h ing-

air-

eyes

m the oasis of my thoughts 3 lay smoking up a flying carpet I -to examine and enjoy . the infinite vastness and variabilities of my sands :

.

I

That smile speaks to me in dreams of hai 2pin less; I can feel that smile as you lie her ;Il d e me; I know fhof I see your love in f ifs deF 1fhs; And, finally,

taste

in that smile the aroma

the present ex lists at the speed of thought; this instant which I acknowledge as now arriv& Which leads me to surmise . that if I could cease thinking: time would stand still ,Or that if I thought but one thought: I could live forever.

of your being.-

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and leaves at the speed of thought.

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poems

and

graphic

design

by

Steve kma tuesday

26 oc~~~;~g~ 1971

(12:24)

407

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petition

for

a university

probe

(for

Ralph

Nader)

Your Task Force bit into iron like soft wood in Vanishing Air, Chemical feast.

Sowing the Wind Unsafe at Any Speed saw the giants almost at the knees. .

August

Just

buckle

lost among the time

Can you now moveyour gaunt bones, come with the magic of your young disciples’ flopping hair, pitch your tent by Laurel Creek!

in myself wherever

past

shit

1971

Darkness having drowned the sun, the silence of a summer evenij7g descends upon my weary senses, and treats them to ‘a whispered psalm of gently falling rain.

Behind the glassy barricade i sit and listen and sudden/y i understand why it is the crickets are applauding.

out

song of home

i am as now

can

i hope to cry my feelings to shout to the world my words and give of what might be an echo a shadow or a carving of the reality in my soul ....overwhelming

Under arches of g/ass and stone the carpets have deepened to iodine, and it’s not the good cleaning-lady’s sweat, it3 real blood. / touched a thigh, was cold as ice, probed the cavities of the chest to find no heart, no heart,

to get all the

20,

Alan

Stupart

,

Ken

Lalonde

only a white corpuscle, boasted as a toad, the blood already dry on its bulging eyes.

Future

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They will take you from me one future day When flowers have consumed the sun When creation dazzles green and bright, And those summer days Mellow tensely dark into the night.

They will take you from me one future day ‘When children have impressed the snow When creation dazzles opal and white, And those winter days -L Foll,ow frostly numb into the night. , + They will take you from me one future day When I sweep roses from the fields ‘When creation shrivels in my sight, And those gentle days Darken deeply cold into the night.

I came in to see you today but you were too busy to bother.

A foolish child with a twisted grin on a grin on her face, I tip-toed out trying not to annoy; ‘back once more in the safety of my cradle the stuffed toys opened their arms and during their quiet talk, I noticed someone had stolen the sun.

Margaret

The spring death has come and the snow, in its last agony, lies crying on wet ground.

Dutifully, the sun dons her best grey skies in mourning, and while pungent decay seizes the air, birds wail their distress from empty trees.

A groggy rabbit opens his eyes and wbnders who has died.

Margaret

day

Murray

R.K. Radu

Echoes

Murray

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Night

Gastric confessions Throughout the night Some exploded From the breath Others slowly as a mellow tuba’s

Ladies have their moments too, in grey palaces with pillars and wide /awns.

A sterile substitute their curtseys and tea-parties, for the abandon of the gypsies’ dance when bonfires blaze and tamborines are clashing in the smoky twilight.

Ladies lead a life of barren leisure, wandering a /one in cool conservatories, sipping small wines at social evenings..

Joachim.

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But their lovers come at midnight stealing close beneath the ivy ha/conies whispering a courteous love-call.

Windows edge open and lovers slip inside.

Ladies have their moments in their grey pa/aces.

mary

holmes

too, Blind men sitting ‘round and ta/king at me Ijut what they say will never come to be /or when they say Peace will come to stay / wonder if they really know If there’ll be an end to suffering and woe or if it’s just something they heard me say While talking to them in my father’s house one

Bob

2

in the

Ramberg

sometimes in answer to those broken eyes i bring down other darkness in a battered paintbox, whose stiffened mud stares back at me with half-sad absurd accusation as if i should have known I colours can die and these times are in dull motions artist weary working agony drawing a drab wash on and until surface is silenced into an ugly relief.

I mary

Id Est The

Hero

When Mother was “It,” People said “It Will be ’ Good For the marriage.”

carefully shaves away the ordinary stubble sniffs his armpits blesses his quest with talcum powder dons his shining corduroys and rides away on a white train pennant flying high in the smoky night of his dreams.

on

holmes

Author

fat and

I was i

unknown

anonymous

.

Tentatively EVERY

LONELY

CARPENTERS’

The evening sunlight fell upon his summer chair, The eyes of the carpenter gleamed with delight, (The neighbor’s wife could be heard yards away Withdrawing From her bath of milk; Drops of dew glistened on her skin, Slight buttocks, tight belly bending in time ” To the slow, relaxed rhythm of her anxious towel.

She smiled at the mirror of silver steam And pressed her fingers upon the tender skin.)

So he dreamed at the sound, Sighing heavily into the night No coId.couId capture her warmth on a Frosty eve.

What definition can I offer you who wonder at the meaning of love? _ A second of radiant revelation, paradise regained in the human heart, a touch of kings in the clasp of our hands, a cosmic rhythm rocking our beds?

Yes, they will partially serve, and for the rest, I say love is simply and Oh, my Jesus, fantastically, the sweet fucking of our souls.

-

.

R. K. Radu

So he simply sat in his lonely summer chair (Reading stories of Fat, simpering, naked whores Who never ceased their impossible sexual congress With the dignified, decent, unsmiling Shetland That lived next door.)

A sigh of relief came across his Face.

The carpenter sat -in awe before his book And the column of fire that withdrew from the tub.

Bewildered at his life and all that passes by,, He sits in solemn prayer to end his hour of the night. . . .

Hand upon his groin-he sighs-Feeling at on with God. by....

The

Thoughts

The street/amp sucks the shadows from his stainless steel visage, a cigarette is /it, and the lyrics of an old forgotten song have risen from the dust while a// around him maniacs are working out their four-wheeled death machines and drowning out the message of the night.

When you speak of my wisdom And worship my valor And tell me all about it When the night is long I’// have to believe you Though it’s just to deceive you Cause I’m really not the writer But the singer of the song

Steele

on a windy

morning

the wind that creeps and races is now’ whispering is now shrjeking out the name of the one who never seems to be at home and field and forest heed the call and bow before the timeless monarch and the lingering question is swept away unanswered

f-wit-loops

Freak

The hour has struck and now the freak craw/s oiit from underneath a steady stream of tv ads and id/e conversation.

Joachim

Bruce

defined

EVENING

Alan

On his lips a sing/e word of protest dies away as the hourglass carves out it’s warning on the evening

’

sky.

And now a cigarette butt hurtling to the ground is signa ling his departure and turning back he flees without a word towards the shelter of the madhouse.

Stupart

J

Alan

tuesday

Stupart

26 October

1971

(12:24)

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x Puddle

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Puppy

‘He put down his puppy and picked up his chains, o’ he put down his puppy and he picked up his chains, yes he put down his puppy he picked up his chains and he started the whole thing over (From an old blues song) For two hours Saturday afternoon chased a piece of brown paper over under and all around a pebble strewn puddle’ and i sat the whole time running with dickandjane sailing grass seas.. . .

the

again. j wind

Simple Simon, dontya crimon daddy gonna buy, dontya cry, daddy gonna buy a puppy dog.. . .

A Dachshund i suppose by the smallness of his nose or longness of his abdomen, it seems to me could never quite see the thing pursuing aftohim..

..

PAnd the mexican hairless despite being cairless is quite a terrifical pet

l

‘1

’

I had one once but he was really a dunce said “hello jerry” to an ant and got et.

Nowyouta ke cha rl ie weegle hoosgot a brown beegle used to chase trollies in berklie.

One day in a fusssss he chased a greyhound busssss finally scraped himoff in albertsgerklie.

The

Old

House

Revisited

We had it for a moment, the two of us, The oaken bucket and the o/d, wooden with which mother and her molasses eased us through spring.

And the two of us struggling brothers, Carrying water to the cellar steps, Some water plipping, pookpook ling on our brown feet, now wet Like the green moss on the we// bottom.

I

We had it for just a moment, Until the winds changed, And blew in the city, And the city’s spiteful air. ! could see us riding. Hat’s and cares to the wind.

My hobbledehoy and yours.

Like exuberant geldings.

Straining at the bit. Leaping hedges.

Navigating grass. Skirting wells and prairie-dog ho/es; and a// the time i felt it.

Like a warm breeze, a song the wind would tempt me with, When the house. was young, And everytime was spring.

I think ,the o/d house felt it too, For it sighed down low, and the floorboards Creaked beneath our feet Me/low tones to mix With the clic-clac of pulleys and wheels, Gears meshing and grinding in rat traps, Minds churning a// day For a better way of anything; And the two of us.

Were fast running away.

To whatever.

The two of us.

Fast to revisit. All our old houses.

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Charlie weegle cried and cried

lost his beegle and cried.. ..

For two hours Saturday afternoon a small brown puppy ga I loped over under and all around a pebble strewn puddle, and i was its master, it came to my .softestwhistle, slobbering quietly, and then, with a sprinkle of tears i returned to my newspapers .and books and my puppy to the wind.

/ad/e,

On not

playing

baseball

Pulling on my hard-plastic helmet, with Mickey Mantle geak,, -;, I stumbled out the dpol:c;?My mother said?“ydWe not going out to play in that stupid baseball helmet?

That’s not the way a boy your age. .

Later, in the park, a squirrel pawing a soft nut eyed me carefully; he tensed his head flicking forward then to the side, perhaps he thought, in my hard hat, I wasgoing to try to steal his valley.

No one

tells

the

wind

how

to blow

- > a NG one tells :the wind how to blow, and so he .runs, skipping gay/y, forever and ever around the block.

Handclapping behind the heads of state/y trees, Willynillying hats down the road, Pulling coats up tight.

And no one says when SC now he is absent, this wind / bravely threw green ‘spears at, ran equally a// day with, offered up sunday paper kites to.

Winter is so bleak, so tasteless, so’ stale so wasted When even the wind who tossled your hair. ’ Who you thought loved someone sometime Has swept the sidewa/k clean of friends, And hides, clutching the whole warmth of the city, just around some corner, just down some alley, and won’t come out to play.

Mendalenne If .anyone should ask me what I’ve seen in my life, I wouldn’t tell them’where I have been but, of my while with Mendalenne.

It was a rather peculiar experience since I was with her only once, a few hours, the wierdest short time. I have never been so happy. The sun bounced at my blink, my spine tingled at the touch of every moment, and I felt, well. . . .I. felt like every thing was good. That ‘isn’t my normal state by any stretch of the imagination.

That was the way things were when I was with Mendalenne, and why it was even more depressing when she left.

She came to me in silence, alone, unafraid, \ unquestioningly..

Her touch, her silken skin, her grinthat’s all. She never frowned or laughed aloud, she turned the corners of her mouth and grinned.

We listened to the stereo- just hearing. It was strange saying nothing. Somehow I had,faith in my simple Mendalenne.

She broke the quiet, leaning to me touching my ear with her wettened mouth and whispering; “Come with me to the sunset.”

I turned inside out as I slid into h&r hand to meander to her lazy tune. We came to the crest of the hill and the sight started me shivering.

We came close, so close we seemed as one yet, we were together.

I usually shied away from getting too close to people. I was secure with Mendalenne.

The tangerine sun radiated a glow of pink linen spreading warmth across a delicately clothed sky. The deep grey clouds formed intriguing patterns of contemplation.

I asked her how to describe the melding of the fall maples into a colourful glaze. Calmly soothing my electric sensibilities, she told of how it isn’t known but some things you just see and be because you are with somebody.

Contentment I had only that once felt oozed through my body. I came to sensations, not in their flashes, but fluidly sustained.

I wondered about the long lines streaming from behind the clouds, the rays reflecting atmospheric dust.

She said, “They are pathways.”

I asked, “Where do they lead.”

And she grinned a grin as if to say, “Follow me.”

It was unblievable.

I tried as hard as I could not to believe it. Even so, all my bad feelings were swamped.

They melted into nothing like a sand castle slips into the sea with anebbing wash. It seemed natural to go along with Mendaienne and her grin.

We fed on a stew that had been simmering as long as I could renenber.

Each bite of her preparing settled float ing, activating my taste buds.

I asked her, “What do you do for a living?”

She replied, “I’m an editor.”

“What does an editor do?”

“I take the hours and turn them into moments.”

Eat I helping prolonged my cravings for more and more nou ,ishment. I was tickled and smiling inside while eating witt Mendalenne.

For desert we ate light white peach cakl baked in glazed brown sugar, served in a dish of sweet cream. With it, I had another thick slice of home made bread swathed in melting butter and dew wet raspberry jam. Each swallow sustained the vibrations radiating from two directions around my waist. Then meeting, they swirled together to spew forth in a churning froth like a continues fountain.

Glowing, I turned to Mendalenne who quietly sobbed like an urchine longing for her lost mother. They sang “lazy day, sunday afternoon”: I said to her as we strolled along the Thames, “We must be having lamb as beef was last week.” _ I introduced her to the other couples dressed in neat cut grey and umbrella laced crinolone.

“Afternoon Mister and Mrs. Jones, c’est ma Mendalenne.”

“Miss Grace and Master Arthur, this is my pretty Mendalenne.”

And I grinned the grin of pride at this marvellous Edwardian picnic in the park beside the.. . .

The piercing shriek of the front door buzzer shook me from my daze. What could have been less opportune than to have company interfere with my stay beside Mendalenne. Clutching her I opened the door. There, unexpected, stood Billy fresh from his travels abroad.

It seemed appropriate for him to come then- big, quiet, sensitive Billy who was not unlike the man leaning on the hoe. I asked him to come in. He grinned like he always has, innocently. It was not the innocence of naivete but of inner knowing.

I introduced him to Mendalenne and asked him what he was doing these days.

He replied, “Working for Air Canada.”

“Doing what?”

“I fly 747’s.”

“Really.”

“No, I’m on the ground crew. I clean the shit bowls.”

“How do you like it.”

“I get a travel pass.”

After a long pause he winked and said, “I guess I’ll be on my way and leave you with Mendalenne.”

Billy’s plight usually upset me not him. This time, however, I must have understood for I -found myself grinning his grin.

After he had gone%1 looked out and saw the sun had set.

All that was left of its earlier glory was the faint greygreen light of the after glow. I was relaxed from my earlier intensity. I felt the intimacy of candlelight and sweet taste of wine.

The ‘side streets we wandered along were covered overhead by the huge hanging branches of century old trees. Even the street lights hid in their bosoms, and caste eerie shadows in our paths. At times we were in darkness, at times a gap in the foliage illuminated our silvery sillouettes.

Only occasionally, could I catch a glimpse of the stars or the seductive glow of the harvest moon.

The calm set me to thinking about what had taken place. I was happy, for a change, to be alive. This was something new to my experience.

Often.1 had thought of what it would be like if all of us could be ourdream.

This short span of accented reality took me beyond my petty life and gave a glimpse of a new existence. ,The existence where the energy of nature would flow ‘through my emotions in harmony. Until t met Mendatenne, nature’s electricity jolted me like a shock from a household circuit.

With her, I was a conductor of that energy. The rhythm of my existence with the rest of the universe was reveatled.

The neon on the main street was cast in her spell. The regular short piercing gyrations of light took on the qualities of a minuetgracefull gliding syncopation.

A gentle lyricism pervaded the normally heightened noises.

But the crowd! People were everywhere and they all gave me the shivers with their coldness. They were alien to the feelings that I had been through.

Some people

were crying, others were sighing-the whole world was dying of loneliness. Alone together the crowd went about its forlorn business.

Each had only to turn to another to fill the void but turned away in some fear. There was a fellow yearning for any young girl who could understand.

There was a woman looking longingly for any sensitive man. Why couldn’t they come together, those thousands of souls in the bustle?

Why was there no singing, or bells ringing, or people mingling? I turned to Mendalenne for an answer but her grin had grown thin.

I began to tremble and moved to lean on her soft shoulder which earlier had brought so much comfort. She stopped and turned, saying,, I “I must go now.”

She ‘left. What had happened?

There I was a callous creature, a slimy wormy thing who by his very presence seemed to scream, “Hate me for being alive, hate my looks, my actions, my loneliness, my lack of respect. Hate what I am, what l have become. You don’t understand.

Stay away.

HATE ME.” By coming to me she had said,

“In spite of you, because of you, I love you.”

I couldn’t let her go. I ran in .panic-pushing shoving shoving yelling pleading.. . . . “Mendalenne.. . Mendalenne.”

I didn’t see her anywhere.

Long past midnight I prowled the streets.

Like the newspaper blowing in the chilling wind, I was an aimless crumpled blank. Deserted.

No more crowds, no more loneliness, empty of all feeling. I was in a state of “what’s the use.” After being with her nothing was left to do.

I turned a corner and bumped into an old man who was having trouble not slipping in his own wretch. What a pathetic creature, clutching and coddling that near empty crock. I stood in his way almost ready to show off my social pious pity. Instead, I turned all my indignation on this crumby creature.

I saw in him all my hatred.

Hatred of my greedy bosses, hatred of my false teachers, hatred of my failure to relate to plastic people, hatred of all the muck and rot in my paranoic world.

Frenzied I grabbed his mildewing coat and threw him against a brick sidewall. Then, like a god in judgement, I demanded, “What need of the bottle, why do you have to be so numb when so old.”

From his stinking twisted mouth, his eyes circled red for emphasis, came the inferno of acrid breath his utterance like requiem chant, “I’m just hoping for once in the darkness I won’t be cold.“ I went mad shaking him, banging his head, kicking spitting punching. I was quick, sure, and vicious like the leopard in on the final kill. He fell to his knees, quaking,letting the flask roll onto the street. I picked it up to smash where I had pounded his head. He lifted his .bleeding face and pleaded,

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“No.. .don’t do that.. .O please,, I must have it.”

-He cried, begging, clutching anything to come to his feet.

“Why?” I taunted.

His answer stunned me.

“It’s my Mendalenne.”

I was frozen. The bottle dropped from my hand into his lap. The wind howled like a wolf to the pack. The clouds covered the moon. My blood curdled. Stoned with fear, forsaken, I stumbled.

My brain falshed on and off. Emptying and filling. My body felt weezy. My thoughts gushed reeling and spinning. I clung to a sign post, steadying my crumbling.

The yellow headlight of a passing Greyhound caught his face wiping clean the grotesque scars. It gave him an almost angelic countenance.

Near to blackout, my voice confused half sounding, I stammered, “How did you kn.. . I mean.. .You do don’t y’.. .Where is she.. .”

But he just closed his eyes and grinned.

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derstand the Cannibals of New Guinea now. I keep the month and the year are unimportant but the lassage of individual days is of the utmost importance.

It finger in my bottom drawer wrapped in cotton batten.

Eighteenth day. s becoming increasingly hard for me to go out into the I broke the television body, the hunter still had not vorld each day. I have woven an elaboratefantasy here caught the duck. I do not need to be reminded of failure. n this room, but each exit reminds me that it is only Nineteenth day. antasy.

I wish to linger here, here I make no mistakes, She was in my bed again today, I have not’mentioned ommit no transgressions and have no failures.

I do not always reside alone, but each person that enters beher before because I thought it wasn’t so. She never has :omes woven into the intricate fabric of the fantasy. the same face but she always thinks she knows me.’

Twentieth day. jecond day.

There are worms in all my food.

I do not leave the I am afraid now; my journals for the past five years kitchen door open at night any more. lave disappeared.

No one has come here in along while Twenty-first day.

2nd I am frightened that I destroyed them in a sane I saw my face in the mirror today, it was grim and set. I noment.

I am afraid because I can no longer remember did not recognize it, it was the face of a stranger and Ido :hose periods of sanity. not like the looks of him. His face reminds mor of the rhird day. worms in my food.

These days do not follow in chronological order but are Twenty-second day. :he days of writing.

I have not written for a long time, Does that girl in my bed care for me? She is sleeping Jnless someone has stolen those pages. I find this sort of now and I dare not wake her to ask. oaranoia more prevelant in my thoughts.

No matter how Twenty-fourth day. ong the real interval the time between writings seems I am worried that I am spelling incorrectly, only mad out one long day. I have nothing else to write. men do not care if they spell incorrectly.

I have found that -ourth day. the dictionary sometimes lies about the meaning of I nailed the door shut today. I no longer wish to enter words and I do not look at it any more. that world, I am not a part of it. It always beats and robs Twenty-fifth day. me, I have not the desire to be beaten and robbed.

I wish now that I had not broken the television, I often Fifth day.

I am a coward, I could not do it. I tore out each nail. I wonder if the hunter ever caught the duck. If 1 ever find myself not a mute on the street I will ask someone. nust go out, a depraved heroin addict in search of a fix.

Twenty-sixth day.

JVhy is it I go out there ? I have a masochistic curiosity I have awoken in the night and I am covered with about the world. sweat. I have been having a nightmare; all the women I sixth day.

I Today I write about the world outside this room. It is had ever loved were being made love to by strangers, had forgotten I had known those emotions. ghastly and unreal to me. I watched a girl today, or rather Twenty-seventh day.

I watched her face, she had a cold sore under her lower There is a a loud rapping at my door, I am writing this lip. I was fascinated and watched with all the breathless while hidden in the bathroom.

I have invited no one here expectancy one experiences waiting for a volcanoe to and I do not wish anyone to enter. errupt. I fled that place.

Seventh day.

Twenty-eighth day.

The knocking has kept up all week, who has found me The room is uncomfortable now, I never noticed the here and what harm do they intend for me? dust before.

I am living in a hovel, a place of filth. The Twenty-ninth day. dust clings to my body and to my food. I no longer have The door opened today and I found myself puking out of any desire to eat each bite is gritty with dust. fright.

It was the landlord demanding rent, I had Eigth day.

It is March, does that mean spring in this place? A forgotten I am not a prisoner in this place.

Thirtieth day. thought comes from the past; I do not think of the past I have no wish to be mad. now, it is only a word, perhaps‘it always was. They told me day. spring was a time of rebirth and regeneration, had I Thirty-first I have had a vision; I was taken by the hand and shown known they lied I would have spit in their faces; it is only the men I was forsaken for and was horrified. They were a date on the calender. all of the same mold with mishapen vacuous heads, their Ninth day. skin clear, their eyes hollow burnt out embers and their Are these days correct?

Sometimes I worry they are “What is their value?”

I asked.

“They bodies perfect. false, other times I do not care. have committed notransgressions and have had no Tenth day. failures.” the answer.

I looked into their souls and they Patchen says that men with broken souls write through but they were empty.

Their souls were the night, I can not recall anyone breaking my SOUL l do were spotless those of children.

They had never failed because they not read Patchen anymore. had never tried.

Eleventh day.

Thirth- second day.

Why do I write these notes?

I looked at the above and saw it for the first time, once Twelfth day.

There are many moments missing from this journal. it might have made sense to me but now it seems lost in a Where are my moments? faulty memory.

Thirteenth day.

Thirty-third day.

Why do I live like this? Why do I write these words’? I I think I have moved to a point far beyond madness. am not a character in a Camus novel.

Thirty-fourth day.

Fourteenth day.

I remember a time that I had taken on to me all the l discovered my poems today. I realized that I am not wealth of the world outside this room, its bangles and the man that wrote those poems. That poet he is not a baubles. Through those things I created for myself a fine man he is an imposter, he writes not for me. and fancy prison there. I remember too a time when l Fifteenth day. , sought love for freedom, but I did not love well and Nothing created a prison unrequieted of my% soul.

Sixteenth day.

Thirty-fifth day.

The television where did it come from?

It does not Even in the exile of this room I long for a love much work any more, it won’t shut off and has been on for more greater than that which I could give. than a week. The show is a continuous cartoon about a Thirty-sixth day. duck and a hunter.

It does not matter, there are worse When I go out amongst them now they distrust me, for ways of spending the time. In what coin am I paying for I’ spending this time? my being is made of cellophane, they can see into the Seventeenth day. recesses of my brain and wish to decapitate me. I no longer know how to camouflage my thoughts.

They are I am a fugitive from that world again. It surrounded me in the subway, an old man reached out and touched different than I, they do not wear my sins, their faces are me, I seized his hand and bit off his index finger.

The untrammelled and cloudless. They have made peace with taste of blood was warm and sweet in my mouth, I unand absence of self.

Thirty-seventh day.

My dreams (ah! what suberb understatement of those macabre fantasies that frequent all my nights) no longer stop upon waking. I can no longer tell that which is really taking place in the world out there, reality-and my dreams are of equal horror.

Thirty-eigth day. i was stopped on the street by a woman who swore she knew me. She caressed and comforted me, called me by my Christian name and pleaded with me to recognise her.

I opened the secrets of my brain to her and she left certa.in I was a stranger.

Thirty-ninth day.

The telephone rings incessantly, each time I answer it is in a language that I do not understand.

Fourtieth day I have begun to write my eulogy, surely I will know best what to say. Each day I search the pa.pers for my obituary.

Fourty-first day.

I have yet in this room to be able to reconcile loneliness and being alone, apparently they are different but within the confines of this room they are agonizingly similar.

Loneliness is in my body like some virulent virus.

Foury-second day.

I am a dwarf in a land of giants, I am constantly looking upward at their mouths chewing out words of emptiness, their fat tongues in constant motion.

Fourty-third day.

I canhardly write, my hands are shaking terribly‘and my eyes are tear-filled.

I am crying for my mistakes. One’s own tears seem a much greater punishment than that meted out by any court.

Fourty-fourth day All those people of my youth; the junkies and pimps, thieves and maimers, business men and priests, have they been cast into dungeons too? Do they stand tall or are they shorter than themselves in their own eyes?

Fourty-fifth day.

Before I was locked in this room (I have been unable to find out if I came or was sent here) I felt I had all the answers to all the secrets. Now I have forgotten even the secrets.

Fourty-sixth day I could not get out of bed today, I could see no reason for going out, better asleep in here than dead out there.

The smell of rotting flesh is everywhere.

Fourty-seventh day.

Why Do I write this, no one shall ever read it? It occurs to me one should not spend his time in useless effort. In this room how much more it seems to mean, this journal and this effort.

Fourty-eighth day.

I am running out of words to write, my thoughts are laboured and the room is growing smaller.

Fourty-ninth day.

I am frightened and I must write this while I can. The room is much smaller than yesterday.

I am afraid of what is going to happen.

Fiftieth day.

I can hardly walk in here any more.

Fifty-first day.

I realise whatis happening in here now; the room will expel me like the uterine contractions of a womb. It is spring again.

Fifty-second day.

I must stop it, I won’t go out there, I can’t go out there I do not want to be out there. There is nothing and nobody out there. Am I not even to be allowed this room, am I to be given no jailer? Where are you tonight my jailer?

Fifty-third day.

I am putting this journal aside, I do not wish to mark it.

The revolver is in my hand, the hammer clicks the room explodes, a million droplets of blood, pieces of bone, grey matterand tissue issue from my head. I am walking to the door, I am opening it and am going - out.

Fifty-fourth day. Nothing.

Fifty-fifth day.

Nothing.

Fifty-sixth Nothing.

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Well, word has it that 01’ Sherrif Tinsel was still gleaming after throwing the criminal back into his ceil, mostly at the thought of being a real Sherrif and all. This could be a real big case for Tinsel.

The same thought was harboured in most Yokel minds except for the old, very old but dependable skeptic Percy Frimble who revealed to no one that he’guessed the only thing that excited Tinsel was a chance to get a peak for himself.

Anyway, Tinsel had smelled a rat, and now there was more; the mote rats, the bigger the case.

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ironically enough on the fery same position -where 2 with guilt her story to ?n man, sobbing, gasping groaning with pain, when I the hateful text of .his

bulging with hatred, envy, d the story of how a week el proper he happened to nge behaviour on the part ad spotted Dixon hanging deluvian ruin, and rather Now, there was nothing around a delapidated, particular one has often ’ Frimble as traceable back ’ the Crusades, which of i intrigue as well as a few St his perverse curiousity hole thing so he returned qs night), took up an obdescribed Dixon’s curious Haloween the pattern ‘hanging around’ ssive 1 pried at the door, peered fs, even stared ‘down the . At this Newis’ whole self next two nights, a simple Id self, and prying, peering ;, was on Haloween night rought psyche exploded lrling him out of his obIded from within the ruin, g, “Oh all right Dixon, but let a peak.” The door ajar, hln, (presumably had a left with a twinkle in his but -not before a heaving t mostly the ruin. for days a’ witness to the qt difference he said, and 3ondency of the groan. is’ testimony, Tinsel ex! would be right back but \lewis got up off the jail back on the floor before Idling, after which Tinsel %wis resumed.) :ould no longer bear the 1 who was ‘getting all the le didn’t want to be a 3 moment of the ajaring he flung himself upon r;ke into a child-like g at Dixon’s pantleg and ; too.” for this kind of honesty 1s of either Dixon or the ajar, Newis was pushed / some pretty mean, ies. He left sobbing.

Newis omes together. for days; the antiitch excitement left him Isted. Such was his’state :~n’s bedroom window, a little brain; if he could In’s clothes, arrive at the :ht deceive’ the groaner ?sie-weensie peak. There : window.

He easily beat ;: .d lawfulness, furtively the street, twirled his 3 through the window. he Sherrif knew.

Newis he had told all, and was les Express as saying “As t.?d in delight, in our tow”, about which most IS an unusual thing for I.<

1 he Shed moved quickly.

He deputised his ibgitimate step-son Frobisher Prac, and that night while Newis’ confession was still hot on the glands, the two lawmen made their way to the ruin with ample time, two broom handles, one borrowed motorcvcle helmet, and two nieces of Frobisher’s birthday cake. Af;er Tinsel explained ,for the last time to Frobisher what ‘staking out the place/meant, they ate the cake and waited for the suspect.

There was nothing anti-climactic about stake out; before they had time to digest birthday cake, the restrained movemnts of suspect Dixon broke the calm.

Prac could just disappoint the Sherrif.)

When the Sherrif yelled ‘now’ through the megaphone there was heard from the spot wher Prac had been standing, a ghastly rumbling, there appeared. a thick, evil-looking cloud of dust as the lumbering Prac hurled himself toward the door of the ruin, to smash throughWhat was later to be

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did what had to be cautiously into the room.

Silence.

Gasp!

More silence’.

More gasping!

“Was, was this...possi ...conceivable?

Could this I: yokel itself?”

Tinsel’s body disbelief; “It must be a nightma

it was not only possible, it w In a far corner of the room, on an Early American bed,wer was very alive, the other, ver alive body belonged to Yokel ( Lavis, who had disappeared--t at least-a short time before. T! besides ‘belonging’ to Lavis, Sherrif .Tinsel.

Its’ identity was Supreme Yokel Hearing which and even later acknowledged as the Great Revelation’. ’

It seems that the cool Dixon entered a very heated, anxious argument with Tinsel in an attempt to detract his keen mind away from the contents of the ruin.

If you knew Tinsel, you would know -that the attempt almost was a success. ,

From that point on p Tinsel came on like gangbuster; he sensed that the link that would tie together all the heretofore scattered abberations

of

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As Dixon mounted the steps of the ruin, Tinsel knew that he would never have another chance like this one, so he persuaded Frobisher to guard the equipment; or if he’d rather count to 3 million by 5’s. With Frobisher out of the way Sherrif Tinsel singlehandedly carried out what was to be placed in Yokel history as ‘the Great Sweep!’

After r’ccnning back to Prac for the motorcycle helmet and one broom handle (Frobisher wanted to know what came after 374), he made what will never be known as the second great sweep. Although Dixon was finally apprehended and taken into hand, something took place which almost succeeded in losing the Sherrif his eventual fame.

During that moment of confusion it was none other that Frobisher Prac who saved the day fbr Sherrif Tinsel as well as for Justice.

TO state it more precisely, it was Prac’s embicilic sincerity; he was heard shouting from the bushes, “what comes after 374 again?“. Upon hearing this Tinsel began to recall everything, almost immediately; the birthday cake, getting rid of Frobisher, the sweep, et cetera, et cetera.

Slowly, and for the second time the facts distilled.

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stancer he was standi-ng betw Yokel futuret caught in the unconscious agent Of ‘The C very likely that it was fortunate all this at the time.)

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Dixon persuaded Tinsel to arrest him on a charge of loitering; however since Tinsel was read up on the local Yokel loitering bylaws, he knew aImost automatically that he should ask if the suspect was carrying any money. (Too bad Dixon!)

He had twelve dollars and chanke, the discovery of which disappointed Tinsel as much as Dixon.

There continued several minutes of pregnant silence while Tins61 readjusted his demeanor, while Dixon pleadingly exalted himself to Tinsel as a good father, faithful husband et cetera, ad nauseam.

as-the

perversion, of blindness and inhumanity.

Amidst allergic panting, the hulking, dusty outline, pathetically yet inexhaustably made his way toward the door to smash both it and himself into oblivion.

When the air had cleared and the debris had settled all over Pra,c, Tinsel shook his limp hand and told him how disappointed he was.

With the door down aqd Prac out of the way again, Tinsel stood gaping into the dark recesses <Jf the ruin. (What he wasn’t aware sf at that time was that as he stood there doing his Sherrif-like

Priddle if the approximate time of death could be established, the Coroner stated that it wasn’t possible, but that he guessed that it m.ight have expired-as much as 2000 years ago. Yokels were filled with disgust and outrage.

At the mention of “2ooO years” the whole gallery, all of Yokel proper, turned anxious eyes to none other than (that’s right, you guessed it) Percy Frimble.

A hush came over the hearing.

If there was any one man in all of Yokel who could lift the shrouds-of time, it would be Percy. Although his ‘banterings’ had been ignored through generations; although he had been called everything from ‘wingding Frimble’ to ‘crazy old Perce’, the incredible events had opened every Yokel mind to change; to new possibilities.

His story would be heard at last.

Percy entered the stand, like wisdom sweeping mliptlv frmn the nioht of the niohtc Voc ha wm~lci

T

he Supreme Yokel Hearin) &all other hearings, was presid Priddle himself; it lasted ot Priddle believed that once al’ justice was swift and certdin, but certainly swift.’

Needless to say-at least in Yokel-the hearing was a real drawer; not only was the entire population present, but when the hearing coneluded a lot of fog had been lifted once and for all, and not climatologically speaking either. corroberated Tinsel’s earlier The Hearing suspicion that the missing link in the mystery ‘lay buried inside the ruin; however at the time he utt%red it, Tinsel hadn’t the slightest notion of the unfolding connotation of his Sherrif-like euphemism.

The principal figure throughout the strained two-hour hearing was the dead body, although for the most part somewhat limp.

The Coroner opened by reporting that besides finding the body quite, quite repulsive, he found it to be the Codknows-how iniact body of a woman who had been sexually assaulted definitely after her death, and in all probability before death.

When asked by

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And, thanks to Sherrif Tinsel’s confusion over the closing remarks, the three criminals, each day at I:30 pm, are and always will be, paraded in the nude to Yokel City Square where they stand, exposed, until 4:30 pm, where, and during which time all Yokels have a chance to understand with their own eyes what these men are really like, so to speak.

N

o one can be certain of all the changes that will occur in Yokel now that the devastating events have passed into history.

Only time can show whether or not these truths will effect great change.

However, onething is certain-the dust will finally be allowed to settle on the body,’ Paula Tick, once and for all time. And that, one must admit is”really” something

A specious special to the chevron by spacious reporter David Monoogian. lay buried inside the ruin.

Tinsel’s excitement grew. Dixon, who now was in handcuffs, grew fidgety and despondent.

Prac waS sent back to the Sherrif’s place for the megaphone and surprisingly enough returned with it. With the megaphone clutched in hand, Tinsel’s intrepid voice thundered into the ruin with shades of bigtime crime fighting, “Come out with your hands over your hkad, or behind your back if you like.” What had b een earlier described

by Newis as despondent groaning now, after Tinsel’s own Sherrif-like groaning, turned into plain old nefarious wailing.

Tinsel waited but nothing came out of the ruin except the wailing, growing increasingly nefarious.

It continued for twenty minutes without interlude; it was beginning to send the dauntless lawman on a real downer.

It was time for the next step in the carefully calculated scheme; where was Frobisher?

Could he do it? Could he carry it through? These were the questions which were in the mind of Tinsel, and Dixon too, no doubt.

From 300 yards out stood the massive bulk of a man, yes, Frobisher Prac, upon whom depended what the Sherrif thought was too much.

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The warriors recovered the opening kick-off on the WLU 35 /yard line but could go nowhere with the ball and had to settle with, a single by Steve Bogh0ssian.A few minutes later, Boghossian booted another single to give the team a 20 lead.

The defense forced the hawks to punt often and on one occasion the offense wasted no time as Rick Howse carried the ball to the WLU 23 yard line to set up the games first touchdown, a pass from Chuck Wakefield to Peter Bedford.

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Before the quarter ended Boghossian kicked another single.

The second quarter was scoreless but with no shortage of action.

The warriors moved the ball to the WLU one yard line but an offside penalty and botched pitchout prevented the score.

Wakefield managed to keep the hawk defense guessing by mixing up both his running and passing plays very effectively and the whole defensive unit played so well that they forced the leading rushing team in the league to the air.

Both running backs Bob McBride and Rick Howse played their best games of the season as they rushed for a combined total of 152 yards in 32 carries.

As the season progressed, Howse established himself as one of the best running backs in the league and it was his six yard run around the end that gave the warriors a 16olead and forced the hawks to start gambling on third down plays.

It is also of interest that Howse’s td was the first one the team got on the ground for the year.

WLU scored at the ten minute point of the fourth quarter on a 23 yard run by Tom Walker. Wally Parker converted to make the score 16-7. However the clock was running out and the defense continued to make the big plays.

WLU was forced to concede a safety in order to maintain possession of the ball and uniwat led 18-7. Boghossian rounded out the scoring with his fourth single of the game.

In a game such as this it is tough to single out individuals for special mention but in addition to Howse, will represent the Atlantic league John Buda played perhaps his best in the championship playdowns.

In game of the year and in all the Quebec -league, Bishops likelihood he will be drafted in the university is still running wild, early rounds of the CFL player with its undefeated record and draft. If there is one player who number one national rating. There deserves special recognition it will be the formality of a playoff would be QB Chuck Wakefield who with Sherbrooke but look for called a great game and who is in Bishops to carry the banner for the his first year of quarterbacking. ten Quebec teams.

The Edmonton eskimos were so The Ontario association, with its impressed with his ability that twelve teams broken down into they invited him to a special five four divisions, show Ottawa, day tryout which he left for on Queens Western and McMaster, Sunday. rated fifth to eighth respectively, There are many other players entering a grueling playoff for the who should receive recognition for Ontario title. Ottawa should have no trouble swamping McMaster by their game on Saturday and for the rest of the year but space 20 points and Queens should ease prohibits.

by Western with 11 points to spare.

The warriors end the season with Ottawa will meet and defeat Queens on Saturday november 6 by a,44 record and are the number one team in Waterloo for the first two coveted touchdowns and the following week will stomp the time in a long while.

Atlantic champs by the same It was quite evident at the end of margin. Bishops will walk all over the game that the dissension which the western league unfortunates by .destroyed last year’s team was not 17 big points. Look for Ottawa to in evidence this year and with only clinch the championship in six players graduating maybe next Toronto, november 20 by a mere 6. year could be better yet.

college

The chevron sports staff will this week attempt to give you, our favorite reader, an overview of the cross Canada college football situation plus as a bonus some all seeing predictions so you will know what to look for in upcoming weeks.

The western conference is made up of teams from each major provincial university moving west from Manitoba with an extra team from our rich friends in Alberta, giving us the big five. The top two teams in the west, Alberta (Edmonton), ranked fourth nationally, and Manitoba (college bowl champs for the past two years), ranked tenth nationally, have a home and home series this week which will determine who will represent the west.

The Atlantic league is made up of seven teams with St. Francis Xavier and St. Mary’s university being the big guns and rated second and third in the country.

With St. Mary’s defeating St. FrancisX Saturday 28-21 it looks like the powerful St. Mary’s squad

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and Ted Handy showed up well in warriors should get it together in Last friday the hockey warriors opened the season at Waterloo the forward slots. With no nettime for their opening game at arena in a poorly publicised in- minders really shining, even Doug queens, november 13. The first tersquad scrimmage.

The fifty Snoddy from the Brantford junior home game is november 23 against A team was having an unloyal fans who waded in through lutheran. If a few more fans and the chilled carlings-flavored smog commonly hard time guarding the the band turn out the team may were given the opportunity of mesh. have an easier time getting up for viewing several returning One goal hopeful, Murray Child, the contest. The best of luck to warriors as well as many first year didn’t make an appearance in the coach McKillop who has the super hopefuls, bringing the total to intersquad and may help fill this task of sifting through -the new forty, vying for the twenty odd important gap. faces in search of a winning starting spots.

Although inexperienced, This is definitely a rebuilding the I combination. year for the warriors with only nine pucksters returning from the last years OQAA championship squad.

Among the familiars looking strong were Phil Branston, Roger Kropf, Dave Simpson and Jim Nichleson.

All of the returnees have shown that they have the.potential to play top level hockey but what the team must look for is the necessary depth to stand the pace of the long season. Although the intersquad game has been an intersquad game has been an important cutoff point in past years, few players, other than the veterans, seemed to be playing for keeps. 1 Among the rookies, Ted Porter and Ted Swanson (brother of the mythical George Swanson) looked 1Dave Simpson good at defence, and Frank Darcy Phi/ Branston

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There will be three separate draws. One for the men’s faculty, staff and varsity squash players and one for all other students.

To determine the overall squash champion of the university, the four semi-finalists from each draw (male 1 will play off in a cross over tournament.

A separate draw will be made for women.

Five new records were set: st. jeromes in the women’s 100 yard freestyle relay 1 :Ol.O; renison in Playoffs in the men’s flag the inner tube relay 1:20; ’ football league begins today at marianne finn 41.9 seconds in the seagram stadium.

Games are 50 yard breaststroke and 42.8 scheduled to be one and a half seconds in the 50 yard butterfly; hours long. and andy kadzlolka 1:06 seconds in Two undefeated teams will be in the mens 50 yard butterfly. action then. The first of these, the The winningteam was st. Conrad grebel group will meet village one west at 6:30. . jeromes with 54 points only 5 points Phys-ed, the other no-loss team ahead of second place st. pauls and 6 points ahead of renison with 48 clashes with the lower math squad at 8:O0. points.

Prior to these two matches, st. jeromes will battle village one south.

Semifinals will be staged on Instructional squash will be held Wednesday and the championship on tuesday evenings at 7 :00 pm.

The instructions will be open to game at seagrams on thursday at 7:30 pm. both men and women and beginPredictions on the outcome of ners are welcome. grebel The purpose of the clinics is to this league see Conrad teach the fundamentals of the having the edge. on the jocks in the final game. rules, scoring, playing game, strokes, positioning and strategy: Meeting place is the doubles squash courts.

The men’s intramural comA tournament open to all petitive hockey league is all ready faculty, staff and students (both to go with 22 teams making up this sexes) at the . university is year’s schedule. Arts, last year’s scheduled for Tuesday, November champs promise to be a stronger 9th (one week from today). . contender once again this year w

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HE MOTEL was the shits, the weather was the shits, and the team was supposed to be equally as bad, yet at 4: 30 pm on Saturday evening past, the Waterloo track squad was declared the 1971 university track and field champions for the (modern) fourth unprecedented year.

Withcoach Arthur Taylor high on the team’s shoulders, the squad set out around the stadium for a victory lap amid the grim faces of the predicted winners from western.

Halfway through the first turn, the tired team dropped the coach then cut across the infield for a ‘victory 220’ when the group discovered they couldn’t make it all the way around the track after the day’s activities.

The warriors fielded only nineteen competitors, two less than the maximum limit, but pulled out 131 points to edge a surprising queen’s contingent by 131% points and the favoured western team by 14 points.

The toronto crew finished fourth followed by macmaster and York.

Bruce Simpson’s dramatic nonappearance dampened the varsity attitude, and lost them a sure first place finish in the pole vault.

Last year the warriors won eleven of the nineteen events but this year managed only four with queen’s and western taking five and toronto three.

The depth of the Waterloo squad showed in the large numbers of third and fourth place finishes which produced the vital hardearned points.

The warrior’,s traditional field event strength was the mainstay of the team’s victory.

Bill Lindley and Dennis McGann handled the horizontal jumps, exchanging wins. Dennis took the long and Bill the triple. In addition, McGann’s backbreaking effort in the triple earned him a third with Lindley taking second in the long for the only warrior sweep of the day.

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Trackch,icks keep a br-east U of t’s Dave Watt, the reigning Canadian champion in the triple had to settle for second as Lindley showed a tough competitive spirit, kicking out a 47’2%” jump.

Two frshmen provided a pleasant surprise in-the high jump, grabbing second and third places behind western’s Ray Anthony (6’6”). Al Schweiger flopped his way over 5’11” for third and Bruce Clarke straddled 6’1” for second place.

Weight man Ed Moloy fouled all his attempts in the discus, but putted a personal best 45’2’/4” in the shot for third. Terry Wilson, the amiable spearchucker,

was again jinxed in his last attempt to strike gold in university competition.

Wilson’s 192’5” toss gave him his third silver medal in as many attempts.

While the field warriors were racking up points, the tracksters attempted to burn up the damp track.

Sprinters Mike Murray, George Neeland and Dennis McGann took turns at chasing queen’s Hughie Fraser to extremely fast efforts inthe 100 (9.5) and 220 (21.0) but couldn’t depose the sprinter.

In the shorter sprint, Murray emerged from the blocks a yard ahead of the field but slacked slightly at the halfway mark and saw Fraser and toronto’s Quibell flash past. “I thought I had it won and slowed a bit, then when they whizzed by I knew there was no way to pull them back”, Murray commented after the race.

Neeland posted a decisive victory in the sprint hurdles. George’s wind assisted 14.1 second sprint is one-tenth of a second below the Canadian record which he shares, but was disallowed because of the wind factor.

Defending champion Mike Strenge had to settle for a bronze in the 440 intermediate hurdles behind the record performance of Dave Jarvis, a queens runner.

Dave Simmons met a fast field in the 880-yard run and could only salvage a sixth place finish, far behind former warrior and. defending champion Kip Sumner , now of queens.

Ted Humphris, running in lane seven, led Monks throughout the race but tired on the final straight to finish fifth in the close race which saw only a yard separating the first six finishers.

Louise Anderson was on hand to see her man named Dan pick up two fourth-place distance finishes.

He ran both the 3000 meter steeplechase and the gruelling sixmile within four hours _ of each other.

The sprint quartet of Neeland, Humphris, McGann and Murray had to settle for a silver medal in the sprint relay behind u of t. Ted’s tough 440-yard race immediately preceeded the relay and left him less than five minutes for a recovery.

The mile relay brought the meet to a close with queens leading the field and the other five teams within six seconds of each other.

Arthur Taylor’s individuallyoriented style of coaching seems to have paid off. “The gentlemen gave their all and more than entertained my greatest hopes” said the coach of the tired crew as they slept on the returning journey.

The prevalent team spirit seemed to be lacking in all meets earlier in the season as the group never had the opportunity to get together in a meet prior to the championships.

The university of toronto also experienced this same situation, except in the case of the Waterloo squad everyone made it to london and competed as was expected with very few poor performances.

Thoughts and energies now turn to the indoor circuit where another OUAA championship is planned for early march.

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Third 440 win For the third consecutive year, a Waterloo runner has taken the 440 yard event. This time, sophomere Al Monks squeaked out the almost impossible win in a personal best of 49.3 seconds.

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NTHUSIASM was less than peak as rookie coach Gerhard Griebenow led his athenas into the nation’s ‘pot’ capital to capture their first OWIAA track and field championship.

Ottawa offered the competitors cold, damp weather as a backdrop to dampen spirits during the day’s events.

The meet officials also suffered from the weather and on a few occassions experienced relapses in their decision making.

Going into this final meet, the athenas, as was the case with the warriors,did not seem strong enough on paper to take the team victory.

Some exceptional performances

by Marlene Peters, good depth and steady efforts by Joan Eddy and Karla Peters proved that a strong, consistent team effort overrides paper calculations.

Marlene Peter’s time of 15.3 seconds in the 100 meter hurdles was good enough for first place, a personal best and one of four

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100 and 200 meter events as well as some strong support in both relays.

Marlene and Ellen Hunter upset Canada’s seventh ranked long jumpe? Brenda Zeeman of macmaster.

Peters took first place ’ The athenas basketball teams’ followed by Hunter in second spot. loaned dribbler, Sue Murphy a A fourth by Marlene in the 100 former toronto tigerette trackster, meter sprint added more points to bounced down the runway to a fifth the unbeatable total. place in the long jump. Murph was Joan Eddy appeared to be the fourth member of the record competing below her best as she breaking 4x100 meter relay team was upset by Irene Harris in the which completed the one lap race in 52.0 seconds.

200 meters, but strided away from the field in her pan american Other OWIAA records were set

by Ottawa’s Lisa Bernier in the games specialty the 400 meters.

Joan’s sprint loss is un- shot put with a toss of 38’5%” and Wendy Hainschwaig’s 135’1” derstandable in that ‘off’ event javelin throw. Wendy is a member\ because of a heavy four event load. of the nearby Guelph GryphopMiss Eddy, however, returned ettes. home with three gold medals and a Freaky Marg Cummings, norsilver. She received the other two mally a sprinter, decided to get for her vital role in both athena high on the two distance races at relay victories.

Saturday’s meet. ’ After a fifth place finish in the Karla Peters, a recruit from 800 meters and a fourth in the 1500, nearby kitchener collegiate whose “going that high specialty is gymnastics, put forth a she commented, is too much, I’ll stick to sprints”. solid effort for the victors.

She also considered the after effects of the long races not worth the effort.

Marg was rushed td st. paul’s upon the athena’s return and on sunday was still recovering from her first bout with distance running .

According to the freshman runner, “The mile is one of the few things in life which leaves a girl ofi her back for t\ko days and nights,” High jumper Linda Lutomski, though plighter from a cartilage removal late in the summer, found herself too weak to get very far off the ground and finished out of the directors of the universities , and money.

Lutomski who has competed at judging by the knowledge of track that has been displayed before, no the national level in junior comone is prediction the outcome of petition, has not been able to get this suggestion great depth in training because of . the injury. She hopes to be strong Lost to the warrior team next enough by the indoor season to be year will be many-faceted Dennis back in national contention.

McGann and javelin thrower Terry Other point getters were Valerie Wilson.

Fasken and Jan Thorne who Ineligible warriors Nigel placed fourth and in the high jump Strothard Gord Robertson, Python Northey along with a host of an- and sixth in the shot put respect*lclpated * freshmen are expected to tively .

The final point total saw boost the team into it’s traditional role.

Waterloo with 84 and the nearest co-ntender, the university of The athenas, with a freshman laden squad expect only to add to western Ontario 19 points back at 65. Ottawa ended the day in third their present roster and next place with 53, laurentian had 43, year’s combined travelling team queen’s 37, guelph 29, macmaster should be the one to contend with.

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The women’s athletic department receives first prize for the best travelling uniform which proved a bit uncomfortable on a four hour bus trip.

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There is only one more week before the photo show by John Inglis will close at the Kitchener Public Library.

It is an exciting portrait of Nigeria and an excellent opportunity to see the art of a creative new photographer.

John Inglis and his wife Sidney went to Nigeria in 1968 for CUSO, he as a teacher she as a Xray Technician.

They were in Africa for two years, one year in the South and one in the North of Nigeria.

During this time John took many photographs, mainly of the people, because said he “They are easy to capture. They even line up for a picture.”

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Nigeria is a country of great variety with huge tropical forests in the south and vast arid lands in the North.

A country of sixty million people with different habits of dress, speech and life styles is caught by the camera of Mr. Inglis. The show is divided into five groups : Children, Women, Men, living habits and ceremonies.

Within each division is shown a country rich in culture.

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Although most of the pictures are of people, they are not merely a study of individuals, but an acute look at a culture totally alien to the western world. Although some of the photographs contain Western type bill boards in the background, there are hardly any of the normal influences found in a nation. In his ac“developing” companing pamphlet Mr. Inglis discusses this problem : To any outsider who has lived in Africa, it should be evident that our Western Civilization is not the answer. A viable alternative is difficult to see however, in the fact of increasing Western control. economic Enlightened African Governments must be a beginning, but a recognition

by Westerners of the validity of African culture is also prerequisite.

The above _ statement is repeatedly evident in the series of

photos. Indeed evidence of a strong culture is obvious.

Their art is superb. Jewelery, pottery clothing, sculpture, leather work and weaving are combined with the peoples to paint an impressive picture of the Nigerian. A picture of a nation full of pride and energy.

In one photograph there are children looking out of a window or could it be a nation looking toward the future? I’m sure these peoples will not be budged by outside influence; one need only see this show for the evidence.

John, who claims to be an amateur because he uses his kitchen as a dark room, need not worry for fear one will miss his message. He has painted a picture of Nigeria full of sensitivity and warmth.

He has given this viewer a worthwhile educational experience and as aesthetic one as well. John will be showing his work at the Book Barn on King street in Waterloo after this exhibit, where they will be for sale. Mr. Inglis hopes to continue with his photography.

I,too, hope we might see more of his work in the future.

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Systemia and academia: ai tale of two universities.

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‘I‘ IS THE MID 1970’s in a country called Postindustria.

Two universities, Systemia and Academia, are operating in adjoining provinces.

Systemia is a young university, having been founded two years earlier when a new provincial government came into power. On taking office the government had fulfilled an election promise to reform higher education by closing the province’s universities establishing one and I)rovinciaI institution called Systemia.

Uowqrat, the man named to launch Systemia and be its president, had formerly been production manager, then president of General Fad, the country’s manufacturing company. largest The government, deeply impressed by earlier studies on efficiency and productivity, felt that this type of man was needed to establish a new university.

First, Uowcrat published a university manual that clearly set forth all conditions of employment: parking privileges; pension benefits; number of required teaching hours, nbmber of research hours allowed (what kind and by whom); limitations on outside work; elimination of tenure; assignment of office space and library carrels; performance evaluation.

Acceptance of these conditions was required of all faculty and administrative .staff and written into their contracts.

Then the organizational structure.

The systems approach was fully implemented; a special committee concerned itself solely with critical path planning; input and output‘ were carefully measured.

A c-enter on techn.oIogical“aids to education was organized and a great effort was made to extensively revise the curricula-though the traditional course structure was retained.

1 he people marveled at the apparent efficiency of Systemia-it was yet to be seen of course whether excellence would be achieved .

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EFFICIENCY soon adversely on neighbouring Academia, which was still operating much as it had at the end of the 1960’s.

(The government of this l>rovince had been in office for over a decade.)

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towards change and had recently selected a new president named Risq. Though Risq had more administrative experience than

his predecessor, both he other administrators academics who had preparation for running Risq was an intelligent

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man and he viewed his appointment as a short-term affair.

The rumblings of cliscontent with Academia that had risen and receded in previous years had reached an unprecedented level of intensity and this time showed no signs of abating.

The students were now well aware that nothing they were being taught was preparing them for the rapid pace of life outside the university.

They . were still acquiring neither the adaptive skills nor the skills in human interaction they would need to function effectively in the constantly changing society outside the university. ’ Not only the students were aroused; members of the community had begun to express strong dissatisfaction with Academia.

They had heard much during the past few years about continuing education, preparation for leisure, plug inljlug out educational patterns but few of the opportunities promised had actually materialized-courses and schedules. were as unsuitable and inflexible been a decade ago.

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timclnt. He also knew that an election was looming and that both the government c?ncl the oposition had been looking at Systemia as a model for university reform at home. Risq concluded that some drastic step had to be taken; there was no time for further‘Senate debate.

He realized, as few did, that if Academia was archaic, Systemia was itself and anachronism.

Its efficiency was based on the organizational structure of the 1960’s and once the gtamour of early operational success wore off, people would realize what the academic world already knewthat it was a case of plus ca change, plus c’est la /7leme chose. Systemia’s students were no better equipped for Life in Postindustria than were those at Academia.

Risq was convinced that the future direction of higher education in both provinces depended at this critical moment intime on the steps taken by Academia.

Reaching a decision, Risq quietly made a trip to the distant province of Choque to (1 relatively new university called Transiencia.

He had heard of a young teacher there named Futurus, whose experiments in teaching and learning had resulted in a new breed of graduates-men and women who had already exhibited proven ability to adapt to and to cope with the increasingly rapid changing patterns of life and employment.

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Much of the traditional curricula had been scrapped (the real basics, reading, writing and math, remained) and cfiverse program offerings were chiefly concerned with the immediate and the with communication, human tuture,

relations, decision-making value analysis.

Risq was impressed with Futurus’ ideas and he noted with considerable interest that Futurus had been an arts student who had gone on for his MBA, specializing in new techniques in industrial management.

After interviewing Futurus, Risq made

another quiet voyage, this time to another land.

On his return to Academia, Risq convened the university’s one-tiered governing body in an emergency session.

He announced his resignation and recommended that Academia close its doors and reopen as a new university under the clirection of Futurus and a team of close associates.

Money for the initial stages wouldX be forthcoming from the Fund I-oundation.

The alternatives, Risq warned, were to be shut down by the government and have to watch a so-c,alled ‘new’ university like Systemia be established-a disaster for future generations.

His words so moved those present thdt a historic swift decision was reached.

And so the way was open for Futurus and his team to establish Temporia....

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Gloria Pierre is editor of University Affairs, published by the association of universities and colleges of Canada.

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Well, what can we say about the provincial election? We could say it proves the power of media and, more particularly, of shrewd, scientific advertising; but that would sound disturbingly close to sour grapes...the radicals can rationalize that in a Marxian sense the defeat was really a victory (which is the great thing about being a radical-you can play with words and make up your own definitions), claiming with Lenin that every step backward can mean two steps forward...but how to read some of the stunning defeats of long-established NDP men like mitchelI and Walter pitman?...ln fairness, it can’t really be said that the PC’s controlled the media, since the liberals and NDP got considerable mileage out of things like the unemployment crisis, the texpack strike, etc...most of the the alternatives before them if they wanted to know...at any rate, it is still true that a people gets the government it deserves, and in the case of Ontario, the people will get the government they deserve and the government they voted for-the American government. The political science department on this campus was reported to resemble something like a tomb friday, with a lot of faculty reported home with excedrin headache number 37...sore losers, these academics a lot of regulars copped out on US sunday night, but a spartan effort by several individual stars got us off the ground...hoping for more of the old team effort tonight.Jocks-larry burko, george neeland, don mccutcheon, terry morin, n,igel strothard, john cushing and super jock denis mcgann, coordinator; fotogs-sergio zavarella, dudley Paul, chahee, randy hannigan, wilkie, a herculean effort by Scott gray and gord moore, coordinator; entertainment-jan stoody (of course), pauisteuwegs kaufman breaking fences again, linda arnold and david cubberley, coordinator; newsies-gord pearson, deanna kaufman, mark roberts, rich Iloyd, irene chapeskie, much love to maria natziuk; technical supervisor without protfolio: alex smith; news coordinator: bill (male chauvinist pig) Sheldon; and production manager and s-m whipping boy: george kaufman.waynee, weedy, weekee...we came, we saw, we shrugged. gk.

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