University of Colorado - Coloradan Yearbook (Boulder, CO)

Text from Pages 1 - 280 of the 1970 volume:

1970Coloradan volume 72 published by the associated students of the university of Colorado boulder, Colorado At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is. But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity. Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point. There would be no dance, and there is only the dance. I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where. And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time. The inner freedom from practical desire. The release from action and suffering, release from the inner And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving, Erhebung without motion, concentration Without elimination, both a new world And the old made explicit, understood In the completion of its partial ecstasy. The resolution of its partial horror Yet th e enchainment of past and future Woven in the weakness of the changing body. Protects mankind from heaven and damnation Which flesh cannot endure. Time past and time future Allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden. The moment in the arbour where the rain beat. The moment in the draughty church at smokefall Be remembered; involved with past and future. Only through time time is conquered. T.S. Eliot V WMfC R Just a belief that what's in me is still good—still OK— is all that I take with me on my trips. Or, at least what's left after them. I wouldn't take these walks, I suppose, if it wasn't for confusion, and a wish to get right with my- self, again. I like it here. Sometimes I'm alone, except for watching the slow turn of the sundown birds wheeling in a yellow sky looking for insects, and disappearing behind the opaque leaves. Or in the November rain, walking, with the flat shell of a gray sky and mists that trickle down to my scalp and clots of leaves sticking to my shoes. And winter, too, when my crackling steps in the crusted snow echo and intrude upon the private darkness of the night. At these times, at least I'm alone, and that's what counts. I guess I needn't be poetic about it. What makes it is not the seasons, but seasonlessness. It's without time--or the daily hangups. I'd just as soon throw my watch into this water—if I had a watch. There aren't any petty demands here. I don't think that makes it any less real that that other world; that world without privacy, that world of mouths and blurs and shoving crowds and clashing colors. Is that a world of portent? Of Shakespearian moment? Like hell. Everybody's looking for something, but they don't know what, I think. These are just the ramblings of my mortal mind, trying to convince itself that it knows something that no one else does. But out there— that bunch of “them out there— they're all looking and seeking. They think they are what they do. They think having is being. They plan the future, or worry the past, or get lost in activity. And thus escape their inner doubts; in chaos. You can lament the past and plan the millenium. But who can live in either? Life is current. In the dizziness of ideology and politics, popular now, where is there left room for the private man? (Is this the old scholar's lament?) A private man? Who might this be? A “self,” an autonomous entity apart from the in- fluence of ravages of society and system? A given, like Jung's collective subconscious, or the Buddhist void,or the soul? Something preceding the existential choice of becom- ing? Something that suggests, in Tillich's phrase, an “eternal now? What a strange problem for modern man. Instead of social roles, a concept of being, not in the future, not from the past, but always in the present moment; the confines of reality. Does that sound strange? What other time exists except the present? The past and future are only memory and projection; products of abstraction; products of the mind. That's the hard thing about the mo - ment.lt can't be circumscribed. It only is. Coming from nowhere, going nowhere. A weird sort of abstract debate to be con- cerned with daily hassles. But our source of problems may be our fantasies, our abstrac- tions. All of us are prisoners of the present moment. None of us has effect beyond right now. Our plans, our mistakes—what are they? It's what we do and think as it happens that matters. Yeah, I think I know what they're looking for with all that noise. But they aren't doing too well. It's like the old philosopher said: Thy lot or portion of life is in seeking after thee. So be at rest from seeking after it. But, I'm not so smart. I play the games. That's why I have to get away and think about it. Maybe I can play without getting trapped in the day-by-day hassles. But it's a risky game I play. Because they want my body. The ma- chinery of life beckons. The cogs of society are there: waiting, whirling, humming, watching. That's what worries us college types, may- be. They want us to seek after it. But there's so much yet to know about our individual selves. The world is impatient for us. As always. That's the way to get ahead. Right? Maybe. But isn't knowledge a private thing? Emerson says that wisdom means simply living the greatest number of good hours. He also says, A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking. So true. Take me away from these clowns who scream for my attention with their side-show politics or carnival philosophy. What do l--or we— need? Revolution? A starting salary of $250 a week? A giant in our washers? the impossible cigarette? Victory in Vietnam? The big, bright green pleasure machine? An all-out assault on our sense of humanity? I'll work to eat. All I ask is a few hours to return to the inner sanctum of my mind and chart the first and last great uncharted frontier—myself. Don't ask me to be like you. Just know what you are. Don't seek after it. Ah, but wouldn't I be wise if it were a one-man world, and I was it? It's thoughts of other people that brought me here, and it's that world that I'll go back to. I can't make it simpler—I can only try to understand where I fit in. That is, if fit in is the right way to say it. I'm not yet convinced that the world is right, and I am wrong. In fact, maybe the opposite. I'll confess. But confessing it is all that would set me apart from most people. I imagine they all see themselves as right, or taken ad- vantage of—never worse than that. Once upon a time, there were three and one-half billion people, each one more correct than the other. That might sell—I'll write it down sometime. I guess I'm pretentious, but what the hell—if I don't believe me, who will? Egocentric little warts that we all are, we each see the world as a set of concentric circles, with the guy behind our eyes at the center, and our skull as the first circle. If that's true, that should pose some interesting questions about how each of us sees the world around us: what we see, what we all agree to see, and what is really there. What is really there? Are we One in some Cosmic (or is that Comic) Con- sciousness? Or in some collective subconscious? Are we autonomous little cells of awareness? Are we each a dab of cytoplasm in a hugh societal amoeba? Are we savage evolutionary competitors? Are we the nightmare of some restless diety who ate too much hot sauce, and will we burst like a bubble when he awakens? Perhaps . perhaps we are each one poems writ by nature on the wings of minds, ancient sons and daughters of the earth and sky. Or icicles melting in a soundless void, supported by nothing. Or maybe we're just random spots of gravy on the tie of some snoozing joker in a space-time continuum. Christ, I don't even know if I'm passing anthro! I may be dandruff on the collar of life. Whatever we are— whatever I am—I guess we're stuck with each other. I only know what I wish was true—that's all anyone knows. That's reality, maybe. Kind of weird, I guess, walking along here wondering what I am, what is real. Maybe truth is beauty, and beauty truth. I learned that in English 271. Hopefully, we still have time to wonder while we're here. Creighton Abrams and the 7:25 from Scarsdale can wait a bit. Forever, for all I care. As I pursue my secret self, as we pass one another with knowing eyes and unsure minds, as we select our goals with pleasure or outrage, there is time to wonder about morality and reality. There should be. Too soon many of us will be machines. That's why we always vow to do more personal reading then we ever do. That's why we're disappointed in ourselves during the summer when after work we neb- bish in front of the tube instead of doing something worth doing. Like reading; like books. There may be an alternative to papers, work and deoderant ads. What would be on your list of must read if locked away in a library for a month ? Portnoy's Complaint? Valley of the Dolls? Ulysses? Little Women? The collected poems of John Scott Trotter? The Teamster's Union Manifesto? The Social life of the North American Culex Mosquito? ‘w£e «- ; r g. 'SI i v t ' -fi -' •-• ■ :.3f - • .J ||fe • % i’ { i t « i i , ■ V J u . 1 4 � . t«; V v L. ? $ • . , v v 5w 4V k . 4 . v r, ►a v v. C? v .y' « V‘ ' V ° y , 1 y y i r fhk i w w( I'm a Kazantsakis man, myself. But garnish with a dash of Emerson and a little Robert Frost. How straight can you get? I ain't got no cultcha. I'll have to redeem myself with some Chinese Philosophy and some Haiku. Hesse, too, even though Steppenwolf was written for people over 40. Brown that lightly, and serve with side orders of John W. Gardner and Mark Twain, with Jimmy Breslin and Mike Royke a la newsprint for dessert. But, if I'm on a diet, then make mine Mad Magazine. PLAT Collected D?a?o£ •dited by l dith Hamilton wi ciuAlin tcn gim� ! Remember Mad Magazine? It's not like comics are today - with heavy thoughts, images, references. I remember when Mad was considered pretty hip. Maybe it still is. But it sure isn't any Head Feds. There's a comic book's comic book—if that's possible. It's so hip, it comes in a hair dust jacket. You can get high by chewing on the pages—the ink has mescalin in it. It's art looks like it's from The Illustrated Henry Miller. A 4 NOW, I SHALL SEND MY ASTRAL 30DY INTO THE DREAM DIMENSION, .___AS I HAVE DONE BEFO-- OSHTISR 'v; W m - 1 FEE L SUDDENLY OROWZY. RAz vr....1 AUGHT- IUen, in that same searing A START, THE MORTAL MYSTIC SEES THE EARTHLY ARTIFACTS ABOUT HIM RAPE FROM VIEW... FEELS HIMSELF WABHCR O ABRUPTLY INEXORABLY, INTO- EVER W f' • EVER CRAA G VG EVER MERAC AYG A KALEIDOSCOPIC COSMOS FILLED W TH SHIFTING SHAPES AND COLORS- BEYOND EVEN THE IMAGININGS OF A RREUO- A PAL -A ■ KANP NSKy OFTEN 3EAORB, r have brayed it- TERRORS' BUT ALWAYS IN MY ASTRAL FORM! r WILL I PROVE WEAKER—MORE RPLHERA LE— WHEN I FACE THEM IN THE flesh y But a lot of people dig it. It's liberated. The Silver Surfer is a long way from Donald Duck or so rumor has it. There's a new mode of thought here, graphically influenced by the Mc- Cluhanesque electronic, science fiction-facts of modern life. Space-time dimensions of thought and art—not just drugs. But new realms of ideas and imagery; and one way it comes out—oddly— is in these comics. These talk to this spaced-out thought process—with wild and abstract art, weighted copy, and inside ideas. Mickey Mouse with a plastic nose in a space warp. All of this speaks to new tastes; it's as apart from established tastes as rock music. You have to be in a certain frame of mind—or a certain bag-- to dig it. Not everybody can I've seen it, and I've seen some of them I do like, and some I don't. But if I don't buy it, so what? That doesn't mean someone else shouldn't. I don't put it down. Who ami but just one cretin amongst the masses? I'd just as soon be an executioner as a censor--l've got as much right to do one thing as the other. I can only be a sort of an everyman--bland and flexible. I don't have an editorial position, here. Please takeaway my soap box. Most of these comics come from the drug scene, and that's a Pandora's Box. Still, the CU Everyman has tried drugs, hasn't he? (Hey, cool it with the lid. Pandora?) Drugs. Something really weird. Something that's part of a world so apart from the world of our parents. Maybe it makes a difference in the way kids— kids who have taken drugs, and that includes a good many—see things. Some say that the generation gap is really a reality gap; that kids and their parents just live in totally different worlds, with different values and different (here comes the cliche) life-styles.” What 45-year-old guy could be satisfied with just a few dollars a week, wearing jeans and army jackets, not shaving and sitting around blowing grass. He wouldn't just feel uncomfortable, or disinterested, but chances are he'd feel morally wrong. Why? The protestant work ethic, achieve- ment orientation, his career, and all that. Maybe there is something to those things; there's undoubtedly something to it. Probably kids will see things much differently when they get out of school, when they have to make their own bread to live on. Look how many are afraid of graduation. But when does concern for money and work become an obsession, a perversion? When do things mean more than people? When does what you have become more important than the enjoyment you derive from it? Bob Dylan sings about people who despise their jobs, their destiny; speak jealously of them that are free; do what they do to be nothing more than something they invest in. Man, I don't care how rough the de- pression was, try as I might, I derive no pleasure from having a fifth car. That's exaggerated, but the law of diminishing returns comes sooner when all you've ever had is commodities. That's why there're drugs. It's shared and personal. That may be hard to under- stand. Some of it is dangerous, and it screws some people up, and some people dig it and some don't. But most kids don't put it down, at least not pot. It is more likely to be legalized than not. 24 25 Who are you? said the Caterpitfer. -=4 Alice replied, rather shyly, I— hardly know, Sir, just at present--at least I knoyvAvho I was have l tfmessince then! What do you rru y Uy Caterpillar, sternlyr xPt -ymiw i Mfc I can't explain myself. I'm afraid. Sir, Alice said, because I'm not myself, you see. I don't see, said theartlrpillar. I'm afraid I can't pt4l it more clearly, Alfi replied, very pofitely, for I can't under nd it mysgl to be in with; and being so mlt f rfmterent sizes in a day is very confusing It isn't, said the CaterfJfWarv- i Well perhaps you Sven't found it so yet, said Alice; but when yotfhave toiurn into a chjyawr--you uW spme cfayyou know; -afld thereafter that into a tfutter- Jft' should thiidl ou'll feel it a little queer won't you? said the Caterpillar. v Well Nk ps your feelings may be differ said Alice: iftjN now is, it would feel very queer to m You! said the Who are you?' I think you oughtjto tell rJie who you are, first. Why? said the Caterpillar. lar contemptuously But it's an experience most parents can't get to; they don't know what it means, even if they think they do. Just the same as kids and the depression. Two different worlds. Who's right? You only have your own experience to go by. If history is any indication, then nobody is right, in all probability. Is it a bit funny if a guy sits around staring at a candle and playing weird music? Well, no more weird than getting plowed while listening to weird music, then piling up your car on the turnpike. Man seems to have a fixation with trying to forget himself, whatever his generational method. And usually with the proper background music. Music's a big part of it. Think music like Simon and Garfunkel or Dylan. Or acid rock like Jimi Hendrix. Or soul like James Brown or Otis Redding. Or a hundred variations that go into it, like the Byrds and C W, lanis Joplin and the blues, J. Paul Getty and the greens, and ad infinitum. And there's always the shadow of the Beatles, their sounds and thoughts. 1 «i All music, good or bad, exists be- cause it comes from somewhere inside to be absorbed by somebody else's insides. All music is soul music, because music is for the soul. Music is people, and there's all forms of music for all kinds of people. It's basic, and it feels good, and it's only criterion is if you like it. That's pretty honest, and you need something like that. A little respite and joy—there's time for the rest, and it will always be there. The world isn't getting easier to live in. It's certainly not an easier place to be honest and re- late to people. Mass society, loss of community, and that stuff that goes into the sociology of these troubled times. It's important to hold on to that--a sense of each other. Woodstock was like that. Thou- sands of people there just to be together, listen to rock muc- ic, smoke grass, but mostly just to be there. That was the point. A strange sense of comrade- ship—not like soldiers-in-arms, but as members of a fading humanity. As much of the joy and freedom of something like Woodstock, there's as much there the feeling of ebbing time. Youth going. Dear values being trampled on by a de- manding world. A sense of wandering; a sense of there be- ing something better, of tast- ing it and savoring it but not knowing exactly what it is, and being sucked into the daily grind before we ever find it. rustling of cloth and warmth breathing smiling close embracing tightly. Touch and caress and feel with private intimate sounds, remembered smells, forgetting everything, remembering everything, being everything. Tired Secure. Sleep. Just holding each other. Quiet. So we raise our glasses in song, 1970 style, and either hope for better tomorrows, or much more likely, to hell with tomorrow; it'll get here on its own. Now is what counts. So dig it, and make the most of it, and be honest. And free and informal. Your standards are what you feel. It's the same for each other. Morality is what seems right. What you do about sex is up to you; Puritanism is fading. People are what counts. Do you care or do you, just for the hell of it? Everything has its bitter sweet. You can still be hurt and scared. You still worry, even if you have the Pill. Or is that the Pill. Or The Pill. The big deal. The immoral destroyer of social standards. Pre-natal murder. (Or maybe just freeing people. Maybe making it so we won't populate ourselves out of existance. Maybe saving po- tential people from a fate worse than life.) The Pill. The no-no. The church doesn't approve. Well, maybe some people don't approve of the church. The church is just another institution, perhaps. A long time ago, an ex-preacher said, Why should not we also enjoy an original re- lation to the universe? Why should not we have a poet- ry and philosophy of in- sight and not of tradition, and a religion by revela- tion to us, and not the history of theirs? Embosom- ed for a season in nature, whose floods of life stream around and through us, and invite us, by the pow- ers they supply, to action proportioned to nature, why should we grope a- mong the dry bones of the past, or put the living gener- ation into masquerade out of its faded wardrobe? The sun shines today also. THSE PffiJL IS A NO-NO That says it. To not dig the church is not to be unreligious. Life is re- ligion. Life is sacred. Death is done. The past is dead. Meaning is to be found with the living and in life. Pondering the imponderables may be important, but it is also academic. To turn our self-knowledge into a less brutal way of life is morality and religion. The orgin of the universe is less important than the relation- ship of man to man. Our authority is not a book of scriptures but our hearts. Neither philosophy nor sociology. Just psychology with soul. Being is believing. Believing in something seems to be important. People seem to look for a deter- ministic factor. To some it's the stars; that's popular right now. All these things are just ways to try to explain what we feel inside—a sense of something big. Whether it's outside of us or just the rest of us, we don't know. But is it deter- ministic? Not astrology, certainly. That's whimsy, like phrenology or palm- reading, right? Still I AM a typical Pisces on the cusp of Aquarius. With Leo rising (or is it Libra?). But I digress (to coin a phrase). Maybe the point is just that some of these new ideas on religion—or the lack of it—are just part of the whole thing. The drugs and the music and the values. It's a logical offshoot of this culture. But it's like a new or different culture. Sub-culture is the term. That exists. Some people do have different standards. But it's not just pot and music and sexual freedom and anti- materialism. These things will change as we do. We'll have to join society. Only a few of us are hippies or radicals, relatively speaking. But almost all of us have agreed ideas on something new; a different way of seeing things; something really apart from something old and valued. There's someting there that effects us personally. Well never be able to buy the old standards quite the way they were ever again. The faith is gone. Why? Is this a generation of instrinsic cynics? No. It's hard to keep your faith in the old institutions and the old ways-- such as the church—when kids are really trying to live up to Christian ideals more than anybody else, and they're getting so much heat for it. What's the key to that hypocrisy? It's the war. That's the key. It's the point of separation. There were all these other things: the unfulfilled potential, and the still-existing injustice, and the New Frontier. And everything was going to be fine. Only it wasn't. And the freedom rides didn't change our basic sociology and we were just learning what ghettoes were. And there was the war. And instead of time tempering our idealism into either wisdom or resignation, individ- ually, the disillusionment of an entire generation, enmasse, became government policy. The violation of the Geneva Accords and the rape of a tiny country and the sacrificing of our lives to uphold a dictatorship became our noble calling. Of course, that's my opinion. I'm not alone. But it's not unanimous. I've got no right to push off my opinions on someone. That is, not until they push theirs off on me in the form of an M-16. Some people have just said no. With hilarious com- plications. The war. Introducing the unfamiliar words Saigon, Hanoi, Dien Bien Phu, Haiphong, Khe Sanh, Ho Chi Minh, Ngyen Cao Ky and My Lai number four. If John Foster Dulles could only see the domino theory now. Vietnam. Defoliation. Containment. No wider war. Landslide. The Tonkin Rsolution. Escalation. Madame Nhu. Bomb hianoi. Petitions. Napalm. Fulbright and Morse. Hey, hey LBJ. Burning draft cards. Hershey. Il-S. College. SPU. Make Love Not War. Long hair. Grass and acid. We see the light at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, Watts, Detriot, Newark. Decay. Victory in Vietnam. America--Love it or Leave it. Westmoreland comes home. Hawaii. More light at the end of the tunnel. Hawks, doves and nervous nellies. SDS. The Movement. The Generation Gap. The Credibility Gap. Black Power. Priorities. The Pentagon. Revolution. Black Panters. The flag. The VFW. Polarity. Cornell, Harvard, Berkeley. Pigs off campus. San Francisco State. Establishment. Military-industrial complex. Chicago, Daly. McCarthy-Kennedy; Nixon- Humphrey. Agnew. Effete Corps. Anit-capitalism. Impudent Snobs. Marx. Bourgeois press. Liberal press. Pinko press. Tools of Hanoi. Fascists. Moratorium. Paris. ABM. Lottery. Vietnam. A word collage ot a aiviaea country. Lme n or nut, that's the way it is, as Walter Cronkite would say. Symbols, slogans, signs of division. There are more kids turned off than you think. Alienation is real. Maybe it is right and maybe it is not. Malcontents? Moralists? Idealists? I don't really know which. But I do know what alienation is: what it sounds like. It's not a nice thing. It is sincere. I can show you what it sounds like. It's a sound of our times. I can show it to you, perhaps I will, if you like.. . You do? OK, but don't blame me—I'm just a relater; my words chronicle. I'm not taking sides. I'm just saying that it goes like this': «■jxintcd by pcf mnuon ol jv ntr gjrdc. copyright 1969 Maybe we do want to believe in something new. Jesus Christ, it would be nice to believe in something. Because, I've been given the same old rap about too many things too many times. Mom, apple-flag, and pie. In sociology it's what they talk about in terms of people not being able to tolerate the ambiguity, the rapid-change and complexity of modern mass society. The 1930's framework makes you incapable of comprehending the 1960's; or so it seems. Well I—many of us—get upset. I get excited and I can't help it. It is very pleasant to talk about the tempering effect of age, and how one mellows. But excuse me if I say that it's too late not to care, and that it's too late to sweat that third TV set—no matter how loud the kids bitch and how much your wife shuts you off in bed—and it's too late to just want to come home from the office hassle and the boss's ego-trip and say screw the rest of the world, I just want to rest. You work hard for those things. Maybe you shouldn't work so hard. Maybe it's too late to let people rot in the ghettoes and play the world game with an atomic club and shut out the misery we made, or allowed, to happen. I'll listen if you do. It's come to that. But if you turn off the world and turn on the tube, the world is going to turn on you, and the cozy living room you hide in will burn, baby. phYor wrong? Chicken Shit! No—country is above right and wrong. If my country is wrong, and it won't get right, it can go straight to hell. My country doesn't have to agree with me. It does have to stop murdering people in Vietnam. That doesn't mean revolution, war, insurrection. But kit does mean that this society is going to have to listen, eveoif more than half of it is silent-majority, vast- middle, l-don't-care-l-don't-know-ancil-dontwant- to-know-leave-me-alone-or-l'll-kill-you. Oh, how I long for the days of idealism. I'd like to be simpler myself. I don't get a kick out of turmoil. Kids are too idealistic? Jesus, I wish that I believed that the world was my oyster, and that everything was Camelot and the New Frontier. Right now. I'd say that the oyster has gone rotten, and the world stinks. Alienation? Hardly the word. But still. There is a certain group. An efr™ corps of impudent snobs ProfessMmaiTnarchists Corr.mies- oh, them dirty'(pinkos. They're everywhere, they're skv is falling, the sky is falling. ■i i time. Ail Good old Robert Frost. He cools my invective. everywhere; th And there's are young. People aren't an Was there ever a cause too lost. Ever a cause that was lost too long, Or that showed with the lapse of time too vain For the generous tears of youth and song? See. I listen to older types. I know that he's wiser than me. of their b And wiser than we. Wiser than the us youth, the them youth, to you. The them that the young will be when we get older. So let us raise the glasses of youth and song. But our glasses are filled with our tears and our blood, and the streets have touched our tears and our blood, and the rice paddies have been soaked by our blood and our lives, and our arms and our legs, and really, though we're in different places and say different things, and believe all worlds of different things, we're the world of tomorrow, and we're us. O.K.L maybe we're in-crowd, over-bearing, over- indulged, over-inflated. We got lots of facts—do we got knowledge? I don't know. Are we a clique? Sure. But that only makes us a logical out-growth of a world of nation-cliques, business- cliques, social-cliques, political cliques, idea-cliques, race-cliques, status-cliques and intelligence-cliques. s none people aybe the thing that burns you—that really burns -is that we aren't any different than you are. I .in, probably we're just as stupid as you are. n, prooaoiy we re just; we're doing it oir wav I pledge allegiance (o the flag of the United States of America and to the country for which it stands; one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. Is that upsetting? Immature? Overstated? Vicious? Upsetting and immature, yes. Overstated, no. And I have to admit that I am capable of sounding that way. Lot's of us good kids are. Oh yes. Is it vicious? Yes. God, I'm afraid it is. It's vicious and bitter. So many of us aren't really young; never were. One needn't be innocuous to be young. But where is the ex- huberance? The hope? The humor? I'm afraid for us. We may be dead without knowing it. Dead because we've forgotten that human beings, not events; individuals, and not issues, make the world that we seek. The world of compassion and warmth and love and beauty that we see has always been shimmering in the future sliding in wisps of elation into the souls of men. But so very few men. Who do I blame. No, I seek not to blame. Like Dylan's woman; She knows too much to argue or to judge. What good does it do me to curse the world that I'm a part of? What good does it do the world? I don't see the world with an exis- tential detachment aloneness, rankor, polyanna, or indifference. I see the lightest touch of the min- straol's fingers on the medieval mandolin is light. As Scarborough Fair is light with sorrow. That's the sorrow of love and resignation. There's no real way to fight the world of flags and artificial boundaries and manufactured fears and prejudices. I've been fed tons of God and country and salute, salute, salute. But please. No more politics. . society gains nothing whilst a man, not himself renovated,attempts to renovate things around him.'' AMERICAN QUAKER SERVICE 52 YEARS I'm amazed by what people believe. Or think they believe. The whole world is stereotypes and cliches. Long live the king! Manifest destiny! Stars and stripes forever! Liberty, Equality and Fraternity! Land, Peace and Bread! Nixon's the One! Law and Order! Off the Pig! Join Us! Far out, man. Enough. Too much. THQ5E BEATNIKS AN0 HIPPIES ,5IR ...... THEY'RE OVER THERE I refuse to sterotype myself. Don't put me in a bag. Keep your hands off all those -ists and -isms when you look at me. I'm a confirmed and committed me. Don't I wish everybody was. Please, no social roles. I insist—quietly—that my final dedication be not to systems or abstractions, but to persons. Love the world all you want to, but if you can show no regard for the dignity of the man you stand next to, you can shove your philosophy. Fight your wars and wave your ignorant banners. Rev- olution, and what not. To oppose the Establishment suits me fine. To replace it with another Establish- ment that just may be a whole lot worse does not. I'm Adlai Stevensonesque: man is greater than the social purposes to which he can be put. He must not be kicked about, even with the most high-minded objectives. He is not a means or an instrument. He is an end in himself. Camus and I believe that the good man is the man that kills the least, directly or indirectly. He and I rest my case. I ain't a marchin' anymore, as the old saying goes. Though the words lose their punch when you're number 273 in the lottery. I guess the draft as an issue may be dulled; maybe not. But still, there will be other things. The hippies vs. an aging set of standards. The long hairs, among others, vs. the cops, and the Establishment. That's the same. The same, yet, oddly old. There's something weary about it, in a way. The verve isn't the same . or may- be it's just that way when you're 22 and graduating and looking to grad school instead of 19 and begin- ning your second year. There's a little more of want- ing to be left alone. But even if the individual make-up changes, the group, the young, will still be there to hassle cafe owners and narcs and college presidents. At least, for the time being. Maybe that's transient. Maybe this generation will take a different direction. The war may really end some day. unsAip SHOESC That was in 1964. There were explosions. And today there is a more subsurface, yet probably more volatile, relation- ship between blacks and the white Establishment. It has be- come apparent that only one thing can make any difference in the relationship between races here. That is not laws, nor liberalism, not conservatism, and certainly not the frightening political cliche, law and order. That one thing is simply an end to racism. But how do you change the soci- ology, the internalized value structure, and the psychology of a nation? If that's bleak, that's still what we face after the war. That is, aside from the normal things like threatening ourselves with nuclear extinction, or poisoning ourselves with environmental pollution, DDT,ad infinitum. Even if by some magical turn of fate we manage to escape creating a physical environment impossible to live in, we are no further from the oldest, hardest problem of them all; the one men have never been able to solve, it seems: how to live together on the same planet. nMc Mrs. govvalkin PHOTOGRAPHER JULIO MITCHEL FOLLOWS MR. MRS. GEORG BROWN AS THEY STROLL ALONG THE SIDEWALKS OF NEWYORK. rrpnnted by pr mru,on of V-M! WH “ TMfY |g TOiy; T: oo C 1 Am aWKLUtob :- 0 i LC«{ MN£ t� v htc -U ta i« :c V f � ;� ’-t OCWr tt.'taHP twnWr ■« W MW? Xuu-KC n-LCK Vs cgtfvnc'-rttiMt 2L « {JV 5Wrw MUm. 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I10UJ YOU (JflJJ SOLVE T,,E KHQ® Pfioj3L6M andhj ii valuable prizes for YOURSELF!! j| ht ENTER your liiindy - dandy solution El the siMrioiis f9fi� LaIUam (TWENTY-FIVE words or less, PLEASE ) U liUU KNCIjOSK FOUR [4] or ROYAL CROWN HAIR DRESSING boxtops AND SEND NOW! to 0)ur iBuif Pv 32 White ousp winw n win ! i 37(lj week, ail expense paid, vacation to PnCOIfl- 2nd Pffzf-Twoj! ■ .1� - in scenic ANKOIA mozamb� que 0«- misecipec Ail I hi� INADDI'IION 1 0 1 1 WMMM IXH m F BLACK «MEfl XT ill PS I don't know what's possible. All I know is that I'm still walking, and wondering, and no closer to passing anthro than I was an hour ago. I'm not sure that I care. But it's getting chilly. Time for home and hearth. Time for so little, it seems. I'd be a lot happier if we could act as fast as we think. But I'll go back now. From my thoughts and fantasies and remembered words, back to being one of many. The sun is gone and there's only a bit of blue left among the trees. Just another day. No ultimate knowledge. No master plan for utopia. No guarantee I'm right about anything. Nothing bigger than life. Only another exercise in finding out who I am. Perhaps the world does exist for the education of each man. But learning is history. Right now is for uncertainty. Anthro notwithstanding, I think it's been worth it. More fun and less desperate than my thoughts. I suppose it would have been easier if it weren't for that question I'm always returning to: I wonder n London Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. Men's curiosity searches past and future And clings to.that dimension. But to apprehend n The point of intersection of the timeless With time, is an occupation for the saint— No occupation either, but something given And taken, in a lifetime's death in love. Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender. For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time. The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts. These are only hints and guesses, Hints followed by guesses; and the rest Is prayer, observance, discipline, thought and action. The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation. Here the impossible union Of spheres o“f existence is actual, Here the past and future Are conquered, and reconciled, where action were otherwise movement Of that which is only moved - And has in it no source of movement- Driven by daemonic, chthonic Powers. And right action is freedom From past and future also. For most of us, this is the aim Never here to be realised; Who afe only undefeated Because we have gone on trying; . If our temporal reversion nourisl (Not too far from the yew-tree) The life of significant soil. T.S. Flint university life meet the pres. The following b an interview between Coloradan copy Editor Steve Volstad and President Thieme. Coloradan: What do you see as the main points you'll have to address yourself to, both this year and in the future? Theime: Well as I've said on some occassions, I've talked to students on campus and some faculty. I think that the main problem for American academic institutions today, not just Colorado but for others, is to come to some agreement on their role, what they should be doing, and then in the process of this draw together as an academic community to carry this out. For instance, teaching is to be the most important thing. Administration, faculty, students and all have to come to some agreement about how this could be done. But in any event, I want to improve the com- munication in the sense of involvement of student, staff, faculty, and administration in a single enterprise, and not have the university not knowing how the other parts think or tend to act. Coloradan: You mentioned the role of the university. Do you have some comments on that? Thieme: Colorado colleges have quite a different role from the four year colleges. The University of Colorado has a different role, for instance from Colorado State University, which has a great agri- cultural tradition and ours is not. And we have medicine, pharmacy and law, which CSU doesn't so that the role of this university is pretty well pre- scribed. But is it to be just dedicated to graduate and professional work or should it be very largely for freshmen, sophomore work—or should it be mixed between them? To what extent should we continue to develope research activities because of their rel- evance to the economy and the development of the think industries in the state, or should we say this is not the university's role to worry about the eco- nomic development in the state? I feel that the state institution should have a very definite concern about its welfare and its future. After all, educating the young people in the state is just one aspect of state service which is important. There's a hundred different things universities can do, and some it does do, and the question is—of this whole range, what should CU do, and I think this is a matter for all to discuss because I can't tell the faculty that we're going to charge off in this direction if in fact the faculty is not prepared and capable or motivated to do it. In turn the faculty may say we should do something about the develop- ment of different programs, when in fact, if the legis- lature hasn't provided the means to do it and we don't have the resources, then I think that we have to rec- ognize, as a community, what we can't do or we can do, and make choices between alternatives. Coloradan: Do you foresee, or have there been some problems in funding Universities? Thieme: I think the University presently is very under- funded in relation to its needs. I find that as one begins to work with the budget there is very little flexibility, very little opportunity to take advantage of new possibilities. As one example, we have many members of the faculty proposing we do something in the study of environment and environmental problems-pollu- 81 tion, and so on. Yet, when you look around, there is just no way to institute a program if one has to add persons or equipment, supplies, and so on. In Denver we have a number of faculty that want us to get more involved in urban studies, and heaven knows that the cities of the United States need study and they need help. It is one of the most pressing problems of our day. Yet the funds of Denver or the funds of the University don't allow us to initiate this. I know of many, many opportunities the University of Colorado is capable of capitalizing on, yet doesn't have its own resource base sufficient to allow this. I think the people of Colorado could have much more than they've had out of the University of Colorado if they gave it highlevel support. The benefits would be many dollars more than the dollars they allocate. Coloradan: Do you think that one of the moves that might be necessary is limiting the number of students? Do you think there might be too many now? Thieme: I haven't any idea whether there are too many or not. Peoples' observations differ on the subject differ considerably. But the question of whether we have enough money to educate the stu- dents here adequately, is something that can be pretty readily determined. One can compare with other institutions by examining the internal budget to find that, in fact, there is not enough staff, not enough faculty to handle the courses. For instance, if we had five times or three times as many students applying for courses in Fine Arts than we can man, it is per- fectly evident that we need more money. If the money is not forthcoming we have got to restrict the programs that we can't adequately do. I want to be sure that we don't admit more students than we can adequately educate and provide for. And thus, my interest in en- rollment control, is not to decide how large the enrollment should be, but to be sure that those who do come receive the opportunity that we propose to give them when we admit them to the University. Coloradan: Are there any specific areas you think are in need of particular attention in order to make them of more use to the University, say, the library? Thieme: I have heard a unanimous chorus of faculty and library people and I think the data that I've seen would substantiate the idea that the U. of C. library, especially the physical facilities, are lacking. I have heard very strong representatives of the School of Education saying that the quarters are not adequate for them to carry on the kind of modern program that education should have. So both on the capital and on the operating fronts-support of the library's operating funds, the purchase of books and so on; they feel that this is way below what's necessary to man them or to fund book selection. The library does appear to be one area where one should concentrate effort. izhrik Coloradian: Because of overcrowding in the Univer- sity and the closing of courses, are you in favor of eliminating certain requirements? Thieme: I feel that on one count the students should be aware, before they sign up for a course, who is going to teach it. This is the least the University can do in providing information. To sign up for a course that lists Staff as the person who is going to teach it, then to find that you've got a professor that you don't appreciate, results in changes of courses. So we have an awful lot of changes in scheduling in the fall, which in my view, are part accounted for by the failure of the time schedule to tell you who is going to teach the course.The other part of it is the system of prerequisites -in order to get a degree in X field or other, you've got to take certain courses, usually always in order. And it may be inconvenient to take them in order-you 82 know, 201, 203, 204, in sequence. And I must say that I've very seldom seen any good data that indicates you couldn't take it 4-3-2, or 3-4-2, and not end up actually with just as good a preparation in the field as if you took them in order. So prerequisites, required courses, especially required courses where only one person teaches it and all the students have to crowd through that knothole in order to get their degrees, tends to stifle the curriculum and make it unessential for persons to change their notes and to change their approach in response to students' requirements be- cause they don't have to. I'd like to see sort of an open market situation where the students evaluate their faculty, and where these evaluations become known to the faculty so they in turn must improve their teach- ing accordingly. If they don't, the students will swarm away from them rather than toward them. I think this, in the last analysis, is a reasonable measure of teaching effectiveness, though not the only one, because as you know, a freshman is very seldom capable of really evaluating the contribution of some research scholar who is best at the gratuate seminar. Coloradan: Moving away from the internal workings of the university, you mentioned on Oct. 15, during the Moratorium program, that in order for the uni- versity to maintain academic freedom it must not take stands on issues as an institution. I was wondering if you would expound on this? Thieme: Academic freedom, namely the freedom of the individual faculty member or student to express his views, to stand up and be counted for those views, is the very foundation of the university. This means to criticize and to contemplate and to evaluate and to withhold judgement if this is necessary. But in the long view, academic freedom has been the base upon which criticism of our society has been founded. This is the professor, this is the student, but more frequently the professor, who has analyzed and studied, and come to a conclusion which he can stand up on his two feet and state. It is the university's obligation to support that man's freedom and right to say this, and at the same time his responsibility to be counted and to de- fend himself. He can't just use the university as a shield against criticism or rebuttal. This is the very heart of the university community, it is the reason why we have our tenure system, it is the reason why we guarantee our faculty these privileges. As soon as the university itself comes in and says he's right or he's wrong or he should have said this or said that then the university itself has gotten into the system and no longer is allowing him his individual freedom. It is imposing institutional evaluation. Fluoridation, open housing, the war in Vietman, whatever it may be, no matter how appealing, the university will not take a position which is contrary to the primary role it has; namely, to protect the right of the individual to say these things and to guarantee this right. By the uni- versity remaining neutral they can do that. Once the university becomes a bit of political real estate and somebody wants us to take a position on fluoridation or on open housing or on the war in Vietnam, because it serves their political purpose, they will find ways to control the university and to require whoever is in gov- ernance of that institution to deliver it as a political unit. In the long run, for the university to take any position will have an adverse effect on its capacity to guarantee academic freedom. As far as individual faculty, in providing a forum for discussion, in pro- viding an open market place for the exchange of ideas, this the university does with vigor and dedi- cation. But as an institution itself, it does not say after the debate is over, he was right or he was wrong. Coloradan: If the university does not take institutional stands on issues, in what ways can it best address it- self as an institution to the needs of a changing society? 83 Thieme: I think that medical science and medical re- search have been with few exceptions concentrated in universities, and all the changes that we have in our society in the last ten years in health care have largely been university stimulated. Our schools of social work have largely changed the whole ethics of social work. The poverty programs that have been instituted by the government have been in many parts administered, devised, and counseled by university people. Amer- ican architecture is different from what it was ten years ago. This has been university people trying to do pre- fabricated housing to cut the cost of housing. Our schools of law are concerned about the control of environmental pollution. I can't imagine you being able to find any department in the university except perhaps the most esoteric, that haven't in some way been involved in social action programs. This goes from engineering to medicine to pharmacy to ed- ucation and so on. Universities are dedicated to the proposition that they shall train people to make the world a better place to live in after they leave it than it was when they entered it. Coloradan: Then the idea of the university as an ivory tower or a retreat for contemplation isn't valid any more? Thieme: It's a dream that is consistently being eroded, especially as the university has taken over professional and technical training, engineering, social work, med- icine nursing, and so on. A student who goes through the university and spends four years studying the ancient philosophies, and nothing else, is a pretty rare animal these days. Even if he does confine himself to philosophy or to languages or classical studies, these give perspectives which in fact are very useful as he becomes an action oriented person. Interestingly enough, I think the SDS membership has been for the most part students taking work in the humanities, and heaven knows they're action oriented. Coloradan: Have you had a chance to get to know the students and the people here very much or have you been too busy? Thieme: Well despite what the Daily has indicated, I have consistently met with student groups; to my recollection twenty or thirty of them in the last two and a half months. What I have tried to do is meet with natural groupings of students. Students of the Young Republicans or Panhellenic or the residence hall group or whatever the group might be so that questions in the discussion can be oriented around their program rather than just having a gigantic convocation of sorts. First, you can't answer questions because of the size of the operation. Secondly, the subject matter, whatever it may be, that I would choose to talk about would ignore things that the students might be interested in. I would much rather and I hope that in this coming year as I meet with various groups, I will be able to really know student opinion and student attitudes. I need to have com- munication coming the other way. It isn't for me just to go out and pronounce things to the students. It is to deal in an environment that I can get a re- sponse from and find out student attitudes. Other- wise, I suppose the only thing for me to do would be to put on a disguise and go out and interview students on the walks of the university and ask them attitudinal questions. But it is very difficult for a president to get information unless he does it in a systematic way, so this is why I am doing it with student groups. I get the input from them that can come because of their size, and because they will have certain areas of particular emphasis which I want to hear about. Coloradan: Just one last question. Are you optimistic about the future of the university? Thieme: Oh, I am certainly optimistic about it, I suppose more than anybody in the university. I see the problems ahead and recognize the difficulties. These are not the easiest days for higher education in the United States. There is a wave of anti-intellectualism. There is a polarization of attitudes. The problems in the university are more diverse and difficult than they were even as recently as a year ago. I don't have any expectations that once the war in Vietnam is over tranquility will return to the campus. I think that it is going to be a continuous scene of interesting com- motion, conflicting interests, and questions about what we should do. 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You, who stand like waiting legions, to cross the Rubicon of the doorway of the UMC ballroom. You 3,000 and 4,000 that get wiped out every semester. You confused freshman lucky to survive the first round; you sen- iors closed out of courses needed for graduation; you professors with 7,000 students scheduled in a room that holds 25. This advance in technology this 20th century wonder God-sent computer. . this this.. is for you. this and if opp'icoWe LABORATORY NUMBER RECITATION NUMBER USE LAST SECTION TO I D CAi MC Of VAR,ABLE CREDIT NT KU | 4' - 'A ClXti 'MTON -■•93c9z c9rT.:9 c9 c0.f2 1� I H Ult! II H vr-j. .Nl NASM r sgSS rSS ; - It K l ll.li’ (I lilslhi i) POP CONCERT A little bit of Woodstock away from home and a little bit of Den- mark in your deli were the bill of fare on Sept. 7, as the year got off to a bang for ASUC President Pat Stimer at the CU pop rock con- cert at Folsum Field. Fred Folsum would have turned over in his grave if he had seen his namesake football stadium that night. The Conal Implosion, the Sons of Champlin, the Buddy Guy Blues Band, the Byrds, the Steve Miller Band, and Country Joe and the Fish amplified their way into the hearts of the CU mulitudes; or at least the 10,000 that populated the stadium that night. Extra curricular activities included the circulating red glow of mari- juana joints making the rounds in the crowd, a spectacular light show, and fireworks that exploded into the air at two a.m. and won the ire of local residents, who had sponser Stimer charged with disturbing the peace. The citizenry claimed the explosions that resounded through the night were unwelcome early alarms to those who wanted to do an eight-to-five thing instead of a rock music thing come Monday morning. But the workers got to work and kept the economic machinery of America humming on schedule, and Stimer was excused by the Boulder Municipal Court. And the Mets won the pennant. It was a cross-section of some of the more sophisticated rock of the late sixties, bringing an interesting cross-section of songs ranging from Papa's Got a Brand New Bag by Guy's band, to the old Byrd's tunes Fight Miles High and Hey Mister Spaceman. Miller concentrated on flamboyant playing of album cuts, Champ- lin hit the more mellow jazz-rock scene and the Byrds hit the new CAV sound of theirs. The Conal Implosion imploded, and Country Joe demonstrated a taste for straight music to augment his earlier sounds of satire. As all this reverberated past the 25, down the sidelines to a first-and- goal at the seven, the light show—and it was no stiff—went on be- hind things. As the Daily put it: All the while the light show'. By local people called Sponunuity and not the color rancid liquid projections so often passed off as rock art. Their show was a tasteful blending of slides and movies, creative concepts of animated black lights and erie transparencies all swirling together within a pallete of bubling prisms. More, one hopes, of them to come. Indeed. Establishment types under seige by long-hair fireworks and electronic psychedelia and the ghost of Whizzer White not- withstanding, Woodstock by the Rockies may yet return. Until that time, remember the Maine. I 93 fy ' cu's own mini- woodstock attracts 10,000 to a stoned soul picnic sept 7th •� ' CHARGES c'.' • • They say out here in Colorado that if you don't like today's weather, wait until tomorrow. I've heard that many a time since I pulled into CU my freshman year and certain- ly, being an enthusiastic skier myself, I wanted to believe that anything was possible in a state that heralds 52 moun- tain peaks above 14,000 feet. Early October had a typical enough Indian summer begin- ning with high's in the 60's and 70's. I remember the sec- ond weekend of the month, really Friday, a good enough day to begin any weekend, and a friend and I took off for the mountains to gather in the magnificence of the an- nual color-burst event when the aspen trees do their thing. It was a lazy day with only a hint of the crispness and urgency of the season that lets you know ol' man winter is just around the corner. . the aspen trees were at their peak; need I say more? The next day, snow, and more snow, and then some more; and ski shops everywhere tried valiantly to keep up with the sudden appearance of every ski-bum Ullar, the Norse god of skiing, could muster up from the dear old CU camp- us. . and that's more than just a few. Some waxed up the boards, others took off for faraway dream places like Vail or Aspen or Alta; each made his point as best he could, each to his own fashion hell, mid-terms were still three weeks away. All told, two major snow storms plus a few minor ones descended on Boulder that month for a grand total of 35 inches enough to warm the heart of any skier, or sculp- tor of snow. And more than enough to bring out a few “damns and what-nots from those who had to push, and dig, and scrape etc not the least of which was dodging falling branches big and heavy enough to convince more than a “chicken little that Boulder's skies were falling down that month. Aspen Tiny green that Unfolds from the branch-nub To make the fans With veins that sit Side by side to stir Against the mountain Summer stars. From spring snows To populate branches Like people in cities And drink the rain And hurry clouds on Into autumn. And autumn comes, With the people, to Visit important yellow Status thatches, that Die and the ground. Confused with leaves. Submits to snow Again. she is she was she always will be fresh out of her personal revolution a pill-taking, peace-marching snow-plowing bundle of contradictions. Declaring herself an orphan taking the world as her lover accepting frustration as her love-child. She's a half-twist of smile behind a curtain of hair. Animated stare suspended over a sorority pin. A quivering, quaking terrified child A sensual self-assured turn-on woman. She's today squeezing into tomorrow painfully aware... necessarily blind. Sometime silent, sometimes not, but never without her feelings. Spanning the chasm between adolescence and worldy-woman she knows and doesn't know Proudly. women's liberation. .. exerpts from daily article by joan fulks Today, although women are equal before the law they are still fighting for economic and social equality. Why in a bourgeois democracy is this necessary? The answer is simple. More freedom for women (especially economic freedom) as in the case of blacks in this country, would be too costly for the capitalist society to bear. The roots of their oppression are to be found in women's economic dependence on the male (be he father or husband). Discrimination against women in jobs usually takes the form of lower wages for the same work. Discrimi- nation against women in hiring is usually explained by saying that women are not as reliable as men (they might become pregnant). Yet the right of control of her own body is denied to the women through op- pressive birth control and abortion laws. Understanding the background of the oppression of women in this society enables one to see the revo- lutionary potential of the women's liberation move- ment and the working class, the very dynamics of the women's liberation movement is to unite it The movement must attack the basis of the oppression of women. Women have been granted already many of the so-called democratic rights such as the vote, the right to divorce, the right to own property and to hold office. It is possible that women might be granted other minor rights, such as the repealing of abortion laws. But women will not be able to be truly liberated until they gain their economic rights. To do this a basic change in the social order of this country is necessary. Demands at this stage in the movement for women's liberation must then be formulated around issues which affect the most women. Organizing women around hating men will not get this job done. Or- ganizing them around the right to control their own bodies, the right to equal employment opportunities at equal pay will. The following demands seem to fit: 1. Equal pay for equal work. 2. Equal access to higher education 3. Write women back into history. 4. Birth control devices and information available to all. Removal of abortion restrictions. 5. Freedom from responsibility for children so that women may be professionals. 6. End consumer product status of women. Since the resurgence of the women's liberation movement a couple of years ago groups have sprung up all over the country and are moving into action. Women's Liberation doesn't mean throwing your bra away and cutting down men who are also victims of this society. It means economic freedom, independ- ence, and liberty to live your life as you choose, men as well as women. 000 JOIN BOULDER MORATORIUM MARCH Procession u lly photo Py dkk tnydor by TIMOTHY LANCE and DAVE DANN The flames of three thousand candles illuminated the freezing night air Wednesday as anti-war demonstrators marched from Boulder’s municipal building to Macky Auditorium. The marchers quietly gathered on the lawn in front of the municipal building, which houses Boulder’s police station, took candles supplied by ASUC and began the mile march. At times they stretched from the. municipal building all the way to Macky. Most of the marchers were college-age, but the over-30 group was not unrepresented. Many of the marchers brought their children. The quiet which characterized the march was surprising considering the number of demonstrators. One student, his candle flickering beneath his chill-reddened face, said, The atmosphere here is beautiful there's a real feeling of love between all these people.” Others expressed similar views. There were not enough scats in Macky. Students sat in the aisles, on the stage and on ledges along the walls. Many stood in the lobby outside the auditorium. A small group of students sang “All we’re saying is give peace a chance. As if those words were some magic incantation to end the war. they repeated them over and over again until the convocation began. The friendly atmosphere present in Macky before the convocation was maned only once by an announcement” about an anti-ROTC, anti-CIA action meeting set for today. The speaker sneered at the marchers and their candles and called their “lack of political awareness about ROTC and the CIA bullshit.” Audience catcalls began to break the earlier silence. The speaker told them to “shut-up, I have been given permission to speak.” After he announced the meeting, a girl handed him a lighted candle which he quickly snuffed out. ASUC President Pat Stimcr rose to speak. He related Iris experience in an airport last Christmas when he traveled to California. At (continued on page 3) loratorium Draws itatewide Support uictly. and without violence. Colorado’s part in the nationwide nam Moratorium Day ran its course Wednesday as thousands of !ents. businessmen and clergy voiced their dissent against the ic main thrust of the moratorium came in Denver where an nated 3,500 persons gathered at the steps of the State Capitol i silent vigil while the names of Colorado’s war dead were read, epresentatives from several groups met with Gov. John Love nesday afternoon in his office. Love listened to discussions It the war but took no stand. ve. in his position as chairman of the National Governor's ferencc, was asked to help urge President Nixon to begin Jesalc troop withdrawals from Vietnam. He listened for 45 utes but said the solving of the Vietnam problem won’t tssarily help solve all our other problems.” tough most of the Moratorium Day activities were centered in ver, demonstrations and discussions were held elsewhere in the !orado State University students at Fort Collins staged a lleliglit parade Tuesday night from the campus to a war :ed 35 lorial in downtown Fort Collins. An estimati ; part Vol. 18. No. 34 Thursday, Oct. 16,1969 Boulder, Colorado Convocation Audience Hears Speakers Rap War, Militarism 350 students Durango, moratorium activities proceeded quietly as 100 Ity and students turned out at Fort Lewis College to hear ches on the Vietnam war. Rcxcr Bcrndt. college president, said jCnts and faculty were free to assemble for debate on the war. the Denver area, churches held services at various times during day and the bell at St. John's Episcopal Cathedral was rung y hour from 8 a.m. to 5 pm. to observe the moratorium, iterans groups in Colorado had announced opposition to the Storium but no trouble materialized at the statchousc or at |r sites. The Colorado Veterans of Foreign Wars had asked orists to tum on their car headlights to signify support of n’s war policy. estimated 2,000 persons gathered in Denver’s Civic Center hitheater to hear speakers, including Dr. Arnold Kauffman, of .A. Kauffman said after the moratorium. Nixon must listen to “majority of the people who were against the war. tdnesday night, some 1,000 persons took, part in a teach-in” te University of Denver. (AP) IA Interview Site loved Off Campus le site of the Thursday and Friday Central Intelligence Agency t) interviews has been changed to an off-campus location to 3 a confrontation with dissident students, according to Eugene pn. director of the University Placement Bureau, confrontation Oct. 26, 1967, resulted in the suspension of 10 (ersity students. |e interviews were scheduled for Stadium 248, Gate 6. They be held in the National Bureau of Standards (NBS) building. By BOB HEFNER Four of five speakers decried American involvement in Vietnam before an overflow crowd of 2,200 Wednesday afternoon in Macky Auditorium. The fifth speaker. University President Frederick Thieme. spoke optimistically of the world situation. The five speakers at the ASUC and Faculty Council sponsored convocation were Thieme; Malcolm Corrcll of the physics department; Elise Boulding of the sociology department; Jon Hillson, off-campus men's senator and managing editor of the Daily; and Steve Bride, ASUC administrative assistant. Each speaker was given 10 minutes to state his position before general discussion between the group began. Questions from the audience were taken before the convocation concluded. Mrs. Boulding. a writer for the International Peace Research Newsletter, spoke first, saying. There are a lot of things 1 ought to say but I can't because the words stick in my throat. It seems people get desperate saying anything meaningful Mrs. Boulding said she thinks of the University as an instrument of social change, but change will come “only by individual efforts at reaching out and collaborating with other members of the University community. Jon Hillson, the second speaker, read a long poem lie wrote for the convocation. In From the beginning of the war, he said, no effort to ext : a committee of specialists on Southeast Asia has been attempted. If we are to understand the Vietnamese people, we must look to their history, culture, and value systems. he added. He said the University has an 'impeccable social responsibility the poem he said of Vietnam, to set things right.” The “She is a Joan of Arc. muddied University should take the lead and betrayed.” in searching for new bases for He read “Vietnam is no policy determinations. he said, ordinary woman, she is raped Steve Bride, the fourth by the mud clotted.feet of my speaker, said “we arc the brothers trained to be brave, victims of a perverse morality, a She is the bitch fighting back.. morality that is a very noxious not allowing Mekong Delta to type of anogancc.” be an industrial park for Bride asked Thieme to take a America’s free enterprise, long look at what the University shouting at bombers dropping is doing to the academic hot jelly on her forehead ... ’ community. He said a Union Several times Hillson was Carbide plant in South America interrupted by loud applause polluted a major river, killing and shouts of approval from the fish that left over 6,000 people audience. He received a standing starving. ovation from 2.200 spectators. ‘Tell them. President Thieme, Correll. who helped establish about your University, and the University course “Prospects they’ll answer that progress that and Problems for Peace,” said brings money isn’t worth a that too often the democratic damn. he said, process fails because of apathy. President Thieme said it was However. today proves very exciting for him to take democracy can still be a viable part in the convocation. I means for peace.” he said. think the vitality expressed here s RESERVED FOR BUSES taxis ONLY QyOnden of P� Uce £)ept. 14 There is curious belief: that the end of a year, a decade, somehow changes things. History keeps a punch-card and, so some believe, at 1969's end, it was weary, thus sought exeunt at a proper time, the end of 1969. 1970 will be different, but not because at midnight, December 31,1969, things began to change. For the Left in Amer- ica, the marked and unanimous re- sponse to those “changes in 1970 will be self-defense. As we breathe the grey air of 1970, we sniff more than the bile of over- production, overconsumption and corporate waste; the scent is repres- sion, the odor fast coming fascism. It would be for a radical today to critcize the Left; disorganized, frantic, turgid, and at times, lifeless. It repeats the doctrinaire cant of the 1930's. So there are errors, we agree, and criticism would be easy. But take to account: from what class comes the malice that breaks the Left to frightened bits? And in whose in- terest is it to lay bare the genuine faults of the Movement? Take to ac- jon hillson writes on the new left count: the ruling class. In the year of this book it can be a proud class. It made record profits off of war—let us be explicit-killing and the instruments of biocide. It was able to send its corporate recruiters to a multitude of campuses. So the students of this University need not feel alone as the feast of the rewards of an industry which relies on carnage. The ruling class: its spokesman Rock- efeller went to see America's neo- colonies in Latin America, received stones, bricks, sticks and other bits of appreciation from angry natives, came back and urged America give greater support to unstable dictator- ships. Latin American scholars, of course, on this and other campuses, kept hearing of the need for “devel- opment and “containment of com- munism. Slumbering students, in the year of this book, did their bit for imperialism. Harangues at apathy do as much good as Left-wing invectives of the Left. The choice between voyeurism and evangelism is rather unappealing. But leaving that choice to people who will gleefully make it, a question still re- mains: who is responsible? The accusation from the skittish liberal is that the Left brought down fascism; that provocative, militant tactics by radicals induced a usually beneficient Establishment to systematically dis- mantle the civil liberties of those not white and those to the left (perhaps) of Eugene McCarthy, so the Left is challenged by the troops of moder- ation. But our response is victorious: the Left did not bring on fascism. The ruling class, the warlords, the capitalists of America have wrought dictatorship, in the year of this book, in: Guatemala, South Vietnam, Venzuela, Panama, Nationalist China, South Korea, South Africa, Brazil, Argentina, Greece, Spain, Portugal, Bolivia, Uruguay, Paraguay, Mexico Those countries, were—and are—but a warm up. The concerted drives by militant students, workers and peasants in them has made it hard for the eagle's empire to keep its talons gripping. The Viet Cong, Pathet Lao, Tumuparos, MIR- 38 and a score more organizations have struck blows at corporate America abroad. The empire has retreated, the belt has been tightened: around the neck of the American worker and his albatross inflation, the student left, the black and chicano militants. The Left did not create a world empire whose ultimate power lies in armed, counter - revolutionary, pro-fascist violence. Capitalism did. And did it in America. So the Left, barked about by Agnew, is made the scapegoat: it, not the small class that rules half 116 the world and controls 60 per cent of the world's wealth. Less than three per cent of the nation's population created the problems. In the year of this book, we witness the revival of magic. So the University was not a hot-bed of freedom. But there are signs: women reject the sex-object role cast upon them, discard the creep ideology of being cute, scatterbrained, a living doll. The plasticity of cheap relation- ships will break. Ecology burrowing its way to the primary position it must have: it will cut through the jive of liberal bullshit and free-enterprise capitalist come-ons. Ecology will breath fresh air into the need for revolution: end over pro- duction, cybernation, the concept of commodity accumulation, self-indul- gence. It will bring the body out of an eight billion dollar industry designed to smog it. The joy of flesh, fresh air, through the building the New Age: take the best parts of anarchism, com- munism, socialism, add the electricity of the situation, the beauty of living, the revolutionary heritage of America, a good marijuana crop, the freedom that comes from communal struggle and call it our America. This time, as Bullwinkle says, for sure. And for sure, from ecology, when we see electoral systems controlled by economic meglomania give up the ghost and give us our spirit. And not without a fight. So it will come, perhaps. The Left, tat- tered and battered from internal bickering, scholasticism, pompous cliche-throwing; and, of course, con- stantly attacked by repression, will reassemble itself, begin again: a new Left, beyond the Left, beyond politics and into life. So predict: predict the American worker pissed off beyond selling himself out to lowest-bidder George Wallace, the American woman chuck- ing away the Freudian-male chauvin- ism that binds her, youth moving so they too can have kids, and the black and chicano colonies leading the fight. Predict: a revolution. Beyond com- prehension now. A vision now. But something that must happen if we all are to live in something more than pyscho-concentration camps, wearing gas masks, and pretending (with much effort) we are actually human beings. And picture, reader, brother, sister, your child, whom you reminisce with days after the decade of this book. The child will ask “what did you do daddy, mommy? It will be the years after this book, the time for our lives. 117 Anti-war baby doctor Benjamin Spock told an October 1st audience in Macky Auditorium that the efforts of but a few dissenters have been responsible for the majority of beneficial social changes made in the last few years. Speaking on the topic Dissent and Social Change Spock said, If the American people could rouse themselves from torpor, inactivity and acceptance of the status quo, they could make the United States a very just country. dr. benjamin spock Praising the activists at Harvard and Columbia, Spock said, How did 100 students at these two schools bring about social progress? The ruling groups are not unjust, but they just prefer not to notice all the injustice. Ex-Ramparts Magazine editor Robert Scheer spoke to the Boulder Central Park rally during the second Viet- nam Moratorium on November 16th, and accused President Richard Nixon of using the big lie tech- nique to gain support for his Vietnam policy. The old ideology of anti-communism just doesn't work anymore, Scheer said. So the President has been consciously using Agnew to drum up moral issues to avoid the realities of Vietnam. Scheer also said that Agnew's attack on the press was a deliberate attempt to intimidate the mass media and squelch debate on Vietnam. The former editor then called for concrete stands on issues and concrete actions from radicals. If anybody thinks wearing long hair and dressing different and playing rhetorical games is being radical, they're not where it's at, he said. robert scheer 'Ami b i byron white U.S. Supreme Court Justice Byron ( Whiz- zer ) White, former all-American football star and Rhodes Scholar graduate from CU, told a University audience that judges should not speak out on public issues when not exercising their duties. White spoke on February 5th in the UMC ballroom. Justice White said that the vehicle the court has to effect to problems of the day is the power of judicial review. This is one of the institutional ways of making decisions in this country, he said. As one of these institutions, the Supreme Court is to determine the standards of laws by which cases are to be decided and to implement written constitutions, he said. He then cited a number of landmark court decisions that illustrate how the law has progressed and the court has become more responsive to the needs of society. White indicated that it was in this way that the court and its justices may best serve society. Former New Leftist turned right- winger Phillip Abbot Luce surprised a November 12th CU audience by calling for the immediate withdrawl of all U.S. troops from Vietnam, after first blowing their alleged minds with his long hair and beard. Luce, national head of the Young Americans for Freedom, was the fea- tured speaker at a campus Veterans Day rally in the UMC fountain area. From personal experience. Luce claimed that man as an individual cannot endure a communist society. He was trained in Cuba as a political disrupter while with the PLP. Because of this, communism must be eradicated throughout the world, he added. Luce's switch from the extreme left to the extreme right is an interesting contrast to a switch made in political stances by former speech-writer for Barry Goldwater, Karl Hess, who has since claimed allegiance with the new Left. Each predicated his move on the belief that it was the other side that was the most concerned with the freedom of the individual against the domi- nance of outside forces. This perhaps stands as the master example of the state's ability to alienate not leftists or rightists, but human beings. Further, perhaps it suggests that if we seek answers first on the basis of ourselves as individuals, and secondly as political entities, that better answers might be forthcoming to our social problems. Homecoming Queen Stephanie loop pen and Sen. Cordon Allot! Homecoming is what college used to be all about. Not so much, today, but still fun. The floats and dance and football game are still important to a lot of people; and why not? This year Pal Joey, formerly of Broadway, kicked things off. Shades of musical comedies of earlier time, running Wednesday through Saturday. For laughs there was The Committee, the satirical, sophisticated comedy troupe. The dance was a step down from the usual formal bill of fare, with three rock bands providing the music for the revelers. Still displays and crisp fall air and dress up and take your best girl and your best booze to yell, Go Buffs, beat what's-their-name! In the 1969 game, a funny thing happened. CU won. It was CU's second straight homecoming game victory—after losing their previous seven. But the word homecoming —that means people from years gone by. they come, though not in great numbers. Mostly, perhaps, to relive the past, or to shake their heads at modern kids. And why not? £961 6ir Min • • the committee: It's a beautiful, clear, sunshiney after- noon here at the Mekong River Delta where the 101st airborne division tangles with the North Vietnamese crack 7th regiment. Both teams are undefeated so far this year. The playing field is directly in front of us looking up over these hills I see that the Hu-IB armed helicopters of the 101st are arriving. They're coming in low and fast, scattering fire down here as they windmill down for a landing. They're on the ground now it's the third batallion of the 101st airborne lead by Colonel Billy Slocum. They're moving out there laying down ground fire as they move around. There's no sign of the Viet Cong yet, we don't know where the VC are. Wait a minute, I think he is, yes he is, Charlie is here! And he's got mortars; he's got the mortars zeroed in on the landing zone. The shells are dropping in at regular intervals and let's make that four helicopters burning and on the ground with the rest heading for home. The 101st is digging in now, getting the flankers out left and right trying to set up those fifty caliber machine guns heavy fire is coming from that mortar up the hills. Here comes the VC out of their dugouts now, he's making a headlong rush, trying to break through the lOlst's line. The 101st is throwing up a massive wall of fire--hand- grenades, 30 caliber, they've got those fifties in action now. It looks as if Charley is slowing down his attack, he's bogging down at the line of scrimmage and that's where his rush is stopped now. What do you think of the action so far. Red? Thank you, Clem. I'd like to say it looks like we're in for a superb contest hero this afternoon. Both sides seem to he in great shape for this afternoon's contest. The 101st is really up for this one, I think we owe that to their coach Billy Slocum, who's really got those hoys in tip top condition—that sure is evident from everything they're doing. The way they came bursting out from those helicopters, firing long before they've actually seen anything they're a great hunch of boys. Now this is not to take anything away from the Viet Cong, they're a rugged opponent. They've had a wonderful season and no one can take that away from them. A fine opponent at any time, what they lack in fire power they more than make up in trickery and deception. I guess you know this, Clem, but they've got a bumper crop of rookies this year. I'd like to ask the folks to stick around, we'll be talking to a couple of their Cambodian bonus babies in the post game show this afternoon Thank you very much for that wrap up Red back to live action now. There's been a slight lull in the play here and both sides are taking full ad- vantage of it by caring for their dead and wounded on the playing field. I see that Colonel Slocum is over by the field command radio. This leads me to believe the 101st may be taking to the air on the next play. Yes look, coming over the hill, sure enough here 'v.c. charlie meets the 101st they come, those F-102 Super Saber H aircraft of the carrier U.S.S. Enter- prise and they're swinging in low and fast breaking the playing zone with fifty caliber machine gun fire, twenty millimeter cannon fire, those big rock- et pods, and now they are dropping those 500 lb. anti-pregnation bombs. I see a dozen oxen down and kicking on the field. And here comes the second half, the leaders are again coming in for the attack, this time its going to be Napalm there are flaming black pajamas in the trees across the field. It looks like Charlie is hurting down there. Here they come again for a third pass and this time it looks like its going to be, yes indeed, and once again its Napalm. Oh boy, right on top of the 101st. Well, there's going to be a penalty flag on that play. You can just bet your bottom dollar this is going to be against the U.S.S. Enterprise. Wait a minute, hold on, look at those boys in the 101st move out now They're really breaking out of the perimeter now, chasing Charlie back up the trees there and taking heavy casualties as they do it. This started out as a holding mission, but it looks like it's a search and destroy mission from here on out. Here comes the battlefield hotline tally sheet with the score of today's contest. Out there on the battlefield, the Viet Cong suffered 97 killed and 212 wounded in actions while the lOlst's casualties were light to moderate once again as usual. What did you think of that change in the game plan? This game really took a turn there, didn't it? Well, I think the way that Napalm came sneaking in gave our boys in the 101st the hotfoot that added the incentive they needed to gain back some badly needed lost yardage. It also looks from up here like the Viet Cong got their signals crossed because from up here it looks like those battle-hard- ened veterans from the North have been wiped out right down to the last woman and child. I'd like to point out to the folks back home that ever since President Nixon authorized the televising of these games his popularity has climbed one quarter of one per- cent on every major poll. That's really wonderful. I know the President wanted to be here to throw out the first gernade in this contest. That reminds me Clem, of an old saying; If you can't play a sport, why not be one? Exactly, Red. I'd like to remind all you fans to be sure to tune in to the Wide World of War next week. We've got a very exciting program coming up with an up and coming guerilla group from the North country, the Hanoi Black Jackets. They're going to Ih‘ stacked up against the elite Green Beret forces lately of the 11th airborne division from Fort Benning, Georgia. It's going to be a secret ambush so keep it under your hat until then. Oh yes, its also going to be old timers day. We'll be talking to veterans and survivers from both sides at Dien Bien Phu. We'll see you all there. Eddie Crowder had a troubled football team going into the 1969 season. A potentially-good Colorado Buffalo team had stumbled badly in 1968, going 4-6 with much the same team that had put CU into the Bluebonnet Bowl in 1967. After running up a 3-2 record, the 1968 Buffaloes took on powerful Oklahoma at CU. The Buffs won the game but the Sooners put on a smashing offensive display in the last quarter to almost pull the game out. More importantly, the confidence of CU's defense was shattered. Colorado lost its last four games in a row. Now it was 1969. Colorado still had some top players. Bob Anderson was an all-American candidate at quarterback. Cliff Branch was a blazing-fast junior college transfer wide receiver. Monte Huber was a first rate end. Bill Collins was an excellent defensive tackle, and everybody thought that Pat Murphy was a great defensive back But there were still a lot of doubts. There were too many good players gone. Too many other good teams in the Big Eight: Oklahoma, the favorite; Missouri; always-tough Nebraska; rising Kansas State. And there was still some question about the defense. To top it off, due to transfer technicalities. Branch would not be eligible. Two good backs quit. CU Schedule Sept. 20 CU 35 Tulsa Sept. 27 CU 3 at Penn St. Oct. 4 CU 30 Indiana Oct. 11 CU 14 at Iowa St. Oct. 18 CU 30 at Oklahoma Oct. 25 CU 31 Missouri Nov. 1 CU 7 at Nebraska Nov. 8 CU 17 at Kansas Nov. 15 CU 17 Oklahoma St Nov. 22 CU 47 Kansas St. Liberty Bowl Dec. 13 CU 47 Alabama 14 27 7 0 42 24 20 14 14 32 33 Colorado faced the Tulsa Hurricanes of the Missouri Valley Conference in the 1969 opener, with Bob Anderson at quarterback. Ward Walsh at fullback, and soph Ron Reiger at halfback after senior Steve Engel had been injured. CU treated the home fans with a victory, but not much more. Anderson got his quota of yardage on the ground, though the passing game left some- thing to be desired. It was a sluggish CU team that sputtered past Tulsa, 35- 14. There was some concern over the want of a strong passing game. And Reiger had been put out of com- mission, too, leaving the question, who now at tailback? The answer had to be quick; next week the Buffs would play Penn State—ranked near the top of the nation, unbeaten in 1968. A big Penn State crowd. And every- thing went according to script. Some people said that Penn State got all the breaks. They got something. Like all the points. The final: Penn State 27, Colorado 3. The one bright spot was at running back. The second brand- new tailback in as many games, Marv Whittaker, had been CU's lone offensive threat. Anderson was effectively shut off, both running and passing. Next on the agenda, the Hoosiers of Indiana, Big 10 champs two years ago as the wunderkind sophomores of Coach Johnny Pont. A lot of points, but no defense; down last year, but with all-American quarterback prospect Harry Gonso, halfback John Isenbarger and end Jade Butcher all older and wiser. And with another crack at the Rose Bowl. This crew set to come to Folsom Field; billed as the “battle of the quarterbacks -- Anderson vs. Gonso. That's how everybody saw it; except Mr. E.C Crowder. The addage “stop Anderson and you stop Colorado appeared to be true. Mr. Every- thing wasn't enough without a varied offense. So Crowder made his decision. Early in the week he called on Anderson, then sophomore Paul Arendt, to come see him in his office. That evening, Anderson had become a tailback and Arendt was the number one quarter- back. It was the last thing anyone expected, especially Johnny Pont. Arendt passed and ran well, and Anderson ran through the driving snow as though he had been a tailback all his life. On defense, CU turned the Indiana offensive steamroller into buttermilk. Final score: Colorado 30, Indiana 7. So Colorado was off to a 2-1 start against a rather formidable non-league schedule. Now the run for the Big Eight title. CU's first opponent: Iowa State. Iowa State was struggling to regain football respectability under new Coach Jonny Majors. But not this year. The Cyclones would end up 3-7, next-to-last in the league. Final score: Colorado 14, Iowa State 0. Next on tap: league favorite Oklahoma. The game was at Norman, and OU was Eddie Crowder's old habitat. He had been an all-American quarterback there during the early fifties, and later an assistant coach under Bud Wilkinson. But now he was the enemy and Chuck Fairbanks was the Oklahoma coach. Colorado had derailed the Sooner title train at Boulder in '68. Now it was OU's turn. The once-beaten Sooners turned Jack Mildren, Roy Bell and Heisman Trophy winner Steve Owens loose on the Buffs. Colorado mustered 30 points worth, but Arendt and Jim Bratten couldn't decide who was top man at quarterback. While they debated it, OU scored 42 points. And though the Sooners would later fall apart and finish behind CU, that day it was Oklahoma 42, Colorado 30. Then, back to Boulder, to face Dan Devine's Missouri Tigers, fourth-ranked nationally and unbeaten in five games. MU had to be the solid favorite to win the Big Eight. They eventually did. But that day, something went wrong for the Tigers. The only time all year that it did. The Tigers prefer to keep the ball on the ground. But the CU defense took away the run. MU's Terry McMillan was a good passer, but Brundige and Herb Orvis put constant pressure on the Tiger senior. Missouri still scored; that was inevitable. Wide end Mel Gray burned the Buffs with his speed. But Bratten played well, and Anderson ran brilliantly. Both teams hit well. A hell of a game. When the dust cleared, it was CU 31, Missouri 24. Dan Devine with a pocket full of press clipps, shaking his head. CU was now 4-2, and no one in the league was unbeaten. Visions of orange blossoms danced in alumni heads. But up in Lincoln, Bob Devaney had been doing little things with the Nebraska Cornhuskers. NU was dangerous. When CU traveled to the land of the once-beaten Big Red, the Buffs were flat. NU's slow 260-pounders were too strong. Jerry Tagge passed well. Final score: Nebraska 20, CU 7. Next week, the effort was a little better. At Kansas. The fallen defending champs Kansas Jayhawks, had enough fight left to take it to the wire against the Buffs. Final: Colorado 17, Kansas 14. It had been the Oklahoma State Cowboys that had upset CU in 1967 when the Buffs were unbeaten and third in the country. When CU slumped in '68, the Aggies were glad to ambush Crowder and feast on Buffalo steaks in Stillwater. The Cowboys were still tough. They had beaten bowlbound Houston. And they were always mean. Another scramble. CU fought both a physical and a psychological foe. They won, but barely: 17-14 again. CU was now 6-3. Then came the surprise. The Liberty Bowl was interested in having a Big Eight team. To face Alabama. The Crimson Tide had gone 6-4—a bad year in Bear Bryantland—and had to settle for a smaller bowl. To earn the right to face the Bear, either CU or Kansas State had to win its last game. That was likely to happen; they played each other. It was full-blown all-American Anderson--he had made more than one dream team by then—against the fearsome K-State passing game led by record- smashing quarterback Lynn Dickey, and little Mack Herron, the fast halfback. It was another wild one at Folsom Field. But Dickey and Anderson fought it out, and it was even for three quarters. But CU had too much experience. Final score: Colorado 47, Kansas State 32. The road back had not been an easy one. CU ended third in the Big Eight at 5-2, behind co-champs Missouri and Nebraska. Ahead lay Bear Bryant. But CU had two all-Americans in Anderson and Brundige. And though both of those players would be gone in 1970, enough would be back to make the picture bright for the following season. Final Big Eight Standings Missouri 6 1 Nebraska 6 1 (tie for first) Colorado 5 2 Oklahoma 4 3 Oklahoma St. 3 4 Kansas St. 3 4 Iowa St. 1 6 Kansas 0 7 133 The first Liberty Bowl, played in Philadelphia's frigid Franklin Field on Dec. 19,1959, found the University of Alabama Crimson Tide under Coach Bear Bryant succumbing to Penn State's Rip Engle 7-0, on the passing of sophomore substitute Galen Hall, who replaced injured all-American Richie Lucas. On Dec. 13, 1969, it was back to the Liberty for Bryant and Alabama. And they met the same fate as the Tide team in the first 1959 game—this time by a score of 47-33 at the hands of Eddie Crowder's Colorado Buf- faloes. Making his second bowl appearance in his six years at CU, Crowder picked up his second straight victory. The Bob Anderson-led Buffs whipped Miami in the 1967 Bluebonnet Bowl. And it was Bob Anderson again in 1969, moved from his old position of quarterback to tailback, who led Colorado. The all-American from Boulder shredded the Crimson Tide defensive line for a Bowl-record 254 yards rushing and three touchdowns and was chosen the game's outstanding player. CU picked up big chunks of yardage on the ground in the first half, with Anderson, fullback Ward Walsh and quarterback Jim Bratten powering through big holes knocked in the 'Bama line by messrs. Phillips, Fusiek, Havig, Melin, Popplewell, Pruett, et al. But Alabama's star quarterback Scott Hunter and tail- back Johnny Musso had some plans, too, and roared back with some of their own scoring. The Crimson Tide dominated the middle two quarters, and with 15 minutes to go, CU trailed. Colorado battled back as Anderson and Bratten con- tinued their heroics while the Buff defense rose up and shackled Alabama, now led by Neb Hayden, replacing the injured Hunter—and with no loss in talent. The CU defenders, led by ends Herb Orvis and all- American Bill Brundige, tackle Bill Collins, linebacker Chris Havens, and the while secondary, kept the Tide from getting a first down, let alone a score, during the whole final period. Meanwhile, the reverse kickoff return to Steve Engel that had given CU the winning points over Oklahoma State during the regular season worked again—to the amazement of everyone, including Crowder. CU led 38-33, right after 'Bama had taken a 33-31 edge. Orvis and Brundige teamed up for a safety on Hayden and Anderson added his last TD for the final margin. When in the course of the third quarter it becomes necessary to point out to the ref that that's the fourth time he's come up with a bum call in a crucial situation, it is then incumbent upon a football coach to rise above the normal procedure of rules and convention to make known to the world the existence of said injustices. First, in the spirit of goodwill and reason, the coach must respectfully request to speak with the official on a matter of the utmost urgency. Thoughtfully and politely state the grievances at hand. Graciously suggest alternative courses of action that may be taken by the official, both in the current dispute, and in the future should similar instances arise. This should be done in a manner mindful of what it means to be a responsible participant in the free marketplace of ideas. If this fails, try screaming threats and oathes at the top of your lungs. Remember, moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue, and extremism in the pursuit of liberty is no vice. However, be prepared to be penalized 15 yards. 137 The campus observatory seems to be one of those mysterious places that you always see, but never get around to knowing anything about, like the campus museum or the Mary Ripon Theater (ex- cept in the summer). But there it is, up on the hill by the Kittredge complex. And at night, when the clouds are right, you might see its roof open and the telescope with its ten-inch mirror Out There. Even fewer know that for certain hours during the day this inner sanctum of the secrets of space is open to students and to the public. If you've ever wondered about it, like the museum, you could have satisfied your curiosity all along. Oh, well. I 146 147 phil ochs Uf INTO «U.L rfU1 «HOUSE VING rH[ HILL 9 I •LEASE I $280.00 a month for a two-bedroom apartment plus a $300.00 security deposit? A single room with no kitchen privilges for $90.00 a month plus $100.00 damage deposit? The student tenants movement, originated at the University of Michigan in 1968, reached Boulder last fall with the establishment of the Boulder Tenants Union. A tenants union in a college town is a new idea to Colorado. Basically BTU's goals are: (1) Collective organization of all tenants to protect their rights as tenants. (2) Recognition by landlords that BTU acts as the sole bargining agent for tenants. (3) Housing controlled by tenants them- selves. (4) A challenge to the closed-market sit- uation through an eventual rent strike. BTU membership is currently a majority of students, but the union is constantly striving to reach into the community to involve all tenants. In money-raising efforts the union sponsored several Boulder jams, movies, and brought Phil Ochs and WAR with Eric Burdon to campus. In February, eight representatives attended the first national conference on the student tenant's movement at Ann Arbor, Michigan. The ideas brought back challenged organizers to step up the continual re- search into all facets of the housing situation. Spring actions concentrated around publishing a tenants guide, dorm organizing market, lease evaluations, and legal aid. Where the BTU goes in the future depends both on community and student tenants. If students realize they must take an interest in the local rental situation, understand the oppressive nature of Capitalism and landloard exploitation the BTU will have reached a higher level of political education. By uniting the university community with the city, tenants will be ready for more radical action through their union. 149 Like the commercial press, the quality of the student press in this country is lamentably poor. But not for the reasons Spiro Agnew would have us believe. The press is divorced from its readers. Most publications which try to reach a wide spectrum of readers seem to operate on the theory that aiming at the lowest common denominator will be most effec- tive. In doing so the press opts for articles of mass interest rather than major importance. This leaves the politically oriented reader search- ing for significant detail, the gossip reader with little to embellish, and the critical and headline readers alike with everything to com- plain about. For these reasons, no matter how hard they try, traditional news- papers cannot gain the trust and respect of their readership. Readers on this campus, no doubt, would let the above statement stand unchallenged. But if any need further proof: The Colorado Daily is recognized as one of the finer papers in the student press. The further one goes from Boulder, the greater he will find the re- spect the Daily has on other campuses. But the student press has an advantage over the commercial press. Because of its rapid turnover in immediate control, the student press lags behind those advancing social causes at a less myopic pace than the commercial press. Publishers (businessmen concerned primarily with gaining profits) control the commercial press. Because of their profit motives they often see their interests more closely aligned with the controllers of society rather than with the controlled. Now, nearly two decades after Brown v. Board of Education, we are seeing numbers of civil rights-civil liberties advocates being given prominent space in the commercial press. At the same time, the activist student press now looks upon those ideals as a sound heritage upon which it must build. And as high schoolers less complacent than we were enter college the student press and its readers will reap the benefits of their concern. Some chide the student pres for its dying sense of humor. At least our liberal predecessors could generate an occasional laugh they say. But these are not humorous times.The no-knock bill. The Conspir- acy Trial. Police killings of black political leaders. The continuing Vietnam war. Inflation. War in the Mediterranean. Genocide in Biafria. Man drowning in his own wastes. Crimes without victims. They may all have their humorous aspects. These are minute. The solemnity of the student press reflects students' perception that the human condition is worsening. That the world's governmental systems are perpetuating and protecting the casucs of that decline rather than significantly aiding the billions of people they are sup- posedly serving. The activist student press is reflecting a vision of reality that a large and growing segment of the student populace deems in no way funny. The student press is trying to help its readers make sense of their surroundings. And if, with its view of reality, it leads its readers to a sense of justified paranoia, laughter may seem awry. Freedom of the press, like the other rights we are endowed with, exists at the pleasure of the state. It is to the state's advantage to tolerate a nominally free press governed primarily by corporate interests—which are allied with the interests of the state. When papers are no longer held in check in that manner, when they start working for the benefit of people rather than the benefit of those interests, the principle of freedom of the press becomes as cloudy as the skies over a Public Service Co. plant. Either the state will shut the papers down as they have tried to do with the Black Panther party paper, or business interests (staunch lip service advocates of basic freedoms) will withdraw advertising and thus try to kill the publication. Yet the myth of the free press can be preserved by those publications that depend on Ann Landers for readership, monopoly corporation public relations for revenue, and the state for news sources. The increasing number of student papers that have been censored or shut down in the past year may be only a small indication of the coming fate of the student press. News stories, not opinion pieces, are the parts of a newspaper that shape reader opinion. Knowing that the Central intelligence Agency infilitraled and governed the National Student Association changed more minds than all the irate editorials written by the student press on the subject. Unless the student press wants to be a much less polished version of government propaganda machines, it must always present the news as fairly, accurately and thoroughly as possible, no matter what its political leaning. But that dictates nothing about what subjects it chooses for its news. It is in this area that the paper's editorials appear in its new col- umns. No matter how analytically a paper chosos to report teas, bridge tourneys, homecoming parades and blood donations, few people are going to accuse it of editorializing. But when a paper reports demonstrations, reveals deceptions, digs up facts administrators would not like made public and presents issues, it is subject to cries of Get your editorials off the news pages! What stories a newspaper reports is determined by its editors. If the editors are anti-establishment and editors are anti-establish- ment the papers news pages will be filled with different types of stories than if the editors are status quo seekers. The American public is accustomed to newspapers filled mostly with stories written by those and for those who are comfortably atop the system. Any newspaper that emphasizes different areas of coverage will be accused of editorializing in its news pages svhether it prints its views in a particular article or not. The university is a microcosm of the energies pulling at the world. The subjected majority of world's population is trying to understand how systems that promise so much can yield so little. After they think they understand that, they will work to change those systems so the promises can be fulfilled. The role of the student press should be to help people understand those systems and help them change those systems. Frank Bell Colorado Daily Editor 1969-1970 18, ilo. 25 Friday, Oct. 3, 1909 Boulder. Colorado araka Presses For Black Nation; Only ptwrto by Oedrick Allen Rejects White Myth By GORDON YALE Imamu Ameer Baraka (LcRoi Jones) told an audience of more than 1500 people Thursday night at Macky Auditorium that black students should not seek a college education to assimilate into white society, but should learn the skills necessary to build a black nation. “When we come to college,” he said, they tell us Shakespeare's art is universal. Shakespeare is universal to their experience, but not ours-we must not be caught in those splinters of waste and degeneracy.” The poet, play write and novelist said that black people should never forget that they were brought to America to do the work white boys would not do. As long as we arc committed to a European heritage. he said, “we will remain the slave of white Europeans.” We arc in the West to learn of the West, not to become part of it. he said. We must develop a black value system an ideology of change. We already are a cultural nation, and you can never turn your back on your ethos, your culture and your heritage. Baraka said that the black man must not rely on white ideology, economics or values because the black experience is African, not European. Even Lenin, Marx and Trotsky arc only another group of white Europeans, he said. Ihc white boy. he said, uses ancient European values to measure against his own. “I am merely asking you to do the same with your own heritage. he said. Do not come out of college, Baraka said, unless you have something to contribute to the revolution of your people. Our revolution is not vague or abstract in any way. Our revolution is the deliverance of our people, it is literally a national liberation.” he said. You have to understand your own ideology. your own works-thc Koran and the Books of the Dead-you must understand the pre-European culture that existed while Europeans were still crawling on all fours, he said. When you break down any connection to whiteness. he said, “then we will have unity. I am speaking of black nationalism, lie said, the same black nationalism that white boy calls racist. We did not create the lynchings that justify black nationalism and we were not the ones who propounded racial inferiority. We did not create Hitler. We do not now talk of racial superiority and if you still believe we arc racist, then fuck you. “Anyone opposed to you having a nation is yi ur enemy, he said, We are for peace and love, but unless you have the power to defend that, they will kill you. Baraka rejected the white racical revolution as inclevent to tire needs of tire black man. It is simply exchanging one generation of white Europeans for another, he said. We must rccogni c our color, culture and consciousness. We must begin to control our own (continued on page 3) imonstrators Mill trough Cadet Drill ing “power to the people, smash ROTC,” about 50 students led ibers of the Students for a Democratic Society conducted a v I mill m during a cadet drill session on Thursday afternoon. m group met in the fountain area, the march and mill-in j rmined. David Cornblatt. a member of the SDS steering tec told the gathering fighting was not being sought in the tration. “Don't provoke and don’t respond to provocation, lie group. a National Liberation Front flag flying at its helm. k 1 to Farrand Field, which was empty save for three frisbcc W Farrand Field is used primarily as a practice field for the' ity’s marching band. irotestors then made an about face and marched to Brackett s they walked p%it dormitories, curiosity seekers left their nd trailed after the marchers. ing “turn the guns around, bring the war home, and HO. Ho,. Minh, the NLF is going to win,” the group arrived at Brackett k icrc about 80 cadets were drilling. y imber of newsmen from tire Denver area as well as four ted and one plainclothes campus policemen were waiting for ttecring committee member John Lcmmo charged ROTC with ting the lives of the Vietnamese. he told the crowd, upon being ibout the NLF flag, we support the NLF. They're going to k ii s-ud the American military and ROTC-trained soldiers “ 155 some reflections on the problems and prospects of social action by patrick stimer Few books today, are forgivable. Black on the canvas, silence on the screen, an empty white sheet of paper, are perhaps feasible. There is little conjunction of truth and social 'reality.' Around us are pseudo-events, to which we adjust with a false consciousness adapted to see these events as true and real, and even as beau- tiful. In the society of men the truth resides now less in what things are than in what they are not. Our social realities are so ugly if seen in the light of exiled truth, and beauty is almost no longer possible if it is not a lie. We are all murderers and prostitutes—no matter to what culture, society, class, nation, we belong, no matter how normal, moral, or mature we take our- selves to be. Humanity is estranged from its authentic possibilities. Sometimes it seems that it is not possible to do more than reflect the decay around and within us, than sing sad and bitter songs of disillusion and defeat. Yet that mood is already dated what is required is more than a passionate outcry of outraged humanity. R.D. Laing, The Politics of Experience our borders, and the ever-present ominous possibility of the inconceivable nightmare, thermo-nuclear war. Students have attempted to deal with these most out- ward of symptoms—and the attempt has usually been made with honesty, sometimes with a good deal of courage. Yet there are fundamental human roots to these problems with which we must concern our- selves and which we have been reluctant to confront head on, possible because they are at once so massive, so pervasive and yet so subtle that it truly boggles the mind to at once face the situation and conceive of rendering change. These roots are what one senses in the eyes of people passed on a street. The lifelessness; the worn boredom, the stark and rather horrible stares of alienation— these things which are the social norm rather than the personal exception, these things which bespeak the fact that the very foundations of our society rests in insanity. I speak of insanity in the sense that we have lost our true selves, that we have been deluded as to where our self-interest rests, that we have become the agents of interests which are not our own and forced to accept cruel caricatures of humanity for life's pos- sibilities. The evidence of shambles is everywhere: our capacity for creative thought is pathetically limited. Internally we are fragmented, often at war with our- selves; mind separate from heart, heart battling body, body torturing mind. Human interaction rarely con- notes anything other than an engagement in super- ficial intellectual games and the most fleeting of emotional involvements. People are valued, not for their humanity but for their economic utility. To succeed in the marketplace, one must view his fellow, not as another being to be experienced, but rather as an object to be manipulated. The quality of life is described not in relation to experience, but rather in terms of the commodities one possesses. Indeed, our sensual, emotional, and intellectual relationship to our environment has been so crippled that an elaborate process of unlearning is necessary before one can begin to explore the true possibilities of his experience. Individual behavior in this situation is laced with des- peration. Time exhausts itself in distractions like television. One struggles, not for life, but rather for economic success and a false sense of security that he or she believes will fill the sterile, rather anxious emptiness which surrounds current human existence. Such is a just description of our age. For yes, we have Such is the state of our social reality—and it is terrifying been deceived, forced to accept that which should be how easily we can become accustomed to such unacceptable. Our society, not in bits or pieces, but in madness. There are those who will tell us that what is a fundamental sense, is warped. Our collective in- happening is simply the expression of human nature, sanity is most obviously manifest in such malignancies a nature that can never be changed. This is a cruel as Vietnam, such social hallucinations as racism and lie. Human nature at any given point in time is nationalism, the annihilation of our environment, the engendered by society and societies will yield to cultural and physical starvation within and without change, albeit grudgingly. 156 voice, george looker No, what is spread before us is not an accident. For our society does not seek the liberation of our humanity. Rather, it molds us in a thousand different ways, molds us so that we will become a willing part of the social order, a functional cog in the technocracy. Our in- stitutions serve as training grounds for this purpose. It is there that we can view our psychic destruction in greater detail. Consider an example, the example which should be most personal for students: our school system. In a basic sense, the classroom situation is but a mirror for the society, the values we find there typical of society's goals. Let us for a moment explore the application of these values in American education. (For an exquisite discussion of these issues, see George Leonard, Education and Ecstacy.) The classroom is a restrictive situation, the student generally being told what to read, what to do, and directly or indirectly, what to think. When a child steps into the classroom, his curiousity will therefore be systematically channelled into prescribed and fatally limiting directions. By the time he enters college, years of regimentation will have reduced this initially overwhelming urge to explore and understand to a fraction of its original dimensions. Perhaps it will have been destroyed altogether. The child will be forced to forego his natural sense of wonder and sponteneity for more practical goals. (Rorschach tests of young children have revealed that their chief psychological conflict with adults results from adult attempts to repress their spontaneity) Little attention will be given to the human aspects of the child's development. Indeed, creativity, sensuality and strong emotions will be treated as dangerously subversive to the educational process. The knowledge that is received, or rather, forced upon the child will be sterilized, lifeless. The human reality of the world, either its horrors or joys, will rarely enter the school. He will study war--but it will be like watching two teams playing a game in which he may casually root for one side or another, much like a sports event. The blood, the pain, the agony, the waste—the facts of war will be absent. And what of life's other faces? What of the many levels of consciousness, what of passion, ecstacy, sensuality and love? All will be treated as not educationally relevant. It is no wonder that we grow up to be emotional imbeciles, sensory ignoramuses, etc. From top to bottom, the entire educational structure is oiled with competition, an unnecessarily cruel ethic which will force one person to claim his success off the back of another's failure—and failure in this context can be genuinely traumatic for the individual. Witness the agonies of most students over these very issues. Competitive grading makes it clear that the educational system must ultimately rely on threat to accomplish its ends. Schools teach us what to believe, not how to think critically and creatively for ourselves. Those who do not submit to the teacher's edicts will be faced with seemingly severe reprisal (ie poor grades). In short, our schools are dedicated to the disastrous myth that forcibly filling a head with a set of pre- chosen facts is somehow equivalent to educating a human being. That is how one programs a computer, a machine which you desire to perform certain func- tions. It is not how one approaches a person when he is to be accepted, valued and nurtured for his uniqueness and humanity. If given the chance, valid educational goals will be fulfilled simply on the strength of their integral relationship of life. Given an environment which is rich in stimulation, a child's curiousity and rather wondrous sense of spontaneous excitement is sufficient to propel his education life forward if he can function in an atmosphere of freedom. It has been demonstrated again and again that regimentation and competition, far from being necessary, are actually antithetical to what should be the goal of education—an integrated, self-responsible creative human being capable of experiencing his full range of intellectual, sensual and emotional potential. Yet it is clear that the schools do not seek valid ed- ucational goals. As all other institutions they are but a part of a vast social machine which seeks our psychological subjugation at the price of our exper- ience and our freedom. 157 There are those who would cite capitalism as the common denominator for all of the causal factors of our insanity. It is true that the current state of mo- nopoly capitalism is such that a few corporations now dominate the economy and to a large extent, the gov- ernment. Certainly to wed economics to democ- racy, to remove control of the economy from the few who now possess it and place control in the hands of the people, would do much to eliminate our economic and political irrationalities. Yet I feel that the roots and the resolution of our situation must go deeper than political economic analysis. I do not believe that democratization of the economy is the only step necessary to remove our ills—certainly it is a correct step—but it is not enough. The very coldness of such a determinedly political approach to matters smacks of danger. And I ask you, will such a change remove the inhuman nightmare which is be- fore us? Will not the technocracy, the vast social machine which seeks the individual's subjugation and de-humanization, remain largely intact? Will not we still be plagued with fundamental misconceptions about the possibilities of human existence? There is not space here to adequately explore the answers to these questions but I must say that here I tend to agree with Theodore Roszak when he states (in The Making of a Counter Culture): If the melancholy history of revolution over the past half-century teaches us anything, it is the futility of a politics which concentrates itself single-mindedly on the overthrowing of governments, or ruling classes, or economic systems. This brand of politics finishes with merely redesigning the turrets and towers of the technocratic citadel. That, most likely leads only to a change of managerial personnel. The problem has a metaphysical origin, stemming from a misconcep- tion of nature and of man's role within it It is the foundations of the edifice that must be sought. 158 Let us therefore begin with a new foundation, a foun- dation which is grounded in the individual, in his sensual, emotional, and intellectual liberation. It must be a foundation which is serious about the implications of human freedom. One may endorsesuch a statement in spirit but recoil from acceptance on the grounds that such principles will lead a society to confused chaos. Yet I strongly believe such fears to be un- necessary. Certainly if all restrictions on behavior were immediately removed in America, chaos would be the result. Yet, as has been demonstrated, we were not brought up in an atmosphere of social psycho- logical freedom—and the concept of total freedom of choice would therefore be difficult to handle if thrust immediately upon the society. But let us focus our attention on other examples and we will find the situation changed. If we examine all the experiments in human freedom which have been given time to test themselves, we will discover success. Whether we look at the school, Summerhill, in England, the sexual mores of ancient Hawaiians, the child-rearing practices to our Eskimo neighbors, or countless others, we will find that freedom is the most practical ap- proach to the creation of human society. Given an atmosphere of love and acceptance, a person will never have to be told how to live. He will grow nat- urally into a reasonable relationship with his environ- ment. We begin then by accepting the premise that human liberation is at once the most practical, rational and morally feasible approach to the fruition of human perfection. I speak of perfection here not in a stagnant but rather in a dynamic sense, in the sense of con- tinual growth, in the expansion of possibilities which never end. For it is a fact that given the beautiful and complex subtlety of our brain, our capacity for intel- lectual creativity is infinite. And it is a fact that our potential for sensuality and emotional sensitivity can become more vast with each new experience. The range of human possibilities is therefore wonderfully rich and boundless. The task of society becomes the creation of an environment which is lush in sensual, emotional and intellectual stimulation; an environ- ment which can be explored in an atmosphere of love and freedom. It would be argued by many that we cannot afford to spend time on such a vision, that we must wait. They would say that as long as human beings are starving and shackled by political oppression we have no business concerning ourselves with other aspects of human liberation. Yet this is not a question of either or. Oppression is not simply a matter of politics and economics. Moreover, I fear that we are running out of time. Huxley's Brave New World is already a near reality. The technocratic powers of our society are becoming so massive that to wait will mean disaster. Later means never. It is here that we must remember Laing's words, what is required is more than a pas- sionate outcry of outraged humanity. What is des- perately required is the vision to go beyond the present limitations of our bondage. Or lives must be the expression of that vision. The struggle against evil must also include the struggle toward truth and beauty, the struggle to liberate human potential in ourselves and others on every level. Let us therefore move to create situations in which we can explore fresh ways of living. We must be ready to participate in social experiments (the possibilities in education seem particularly attractive at present). Such experiments will probably have to be removed from the old structures which are dangerously co-optive and usu- ally so massively powerful that we can do little except tinker with their components. Our struggles will always be surrounded with un- certainties. The difficulty with any analysis is that it tends to become lost in itself and in varying degrees removed from human realities—and human possi- bilities. Students have been better about such ideo- logical traps than most, but more and more, I sense us drifting into dogmatic theoretical boxes which sooner or latter enter the realm of unreality. We must maintain an acute and flexible sensitivity to the world (as intellectually and emotionally uncom- fortable as that may be). A natural distrust of any ideological package is healthy and necessary. Wher- ever we find ourselves, let us always center our at- tention on life's possibilities, refusing to let that which is ugly destroy our faith in what we know to be possible. What must be realized is that the struggle against death and political oppression and the struggle to create a new world, need not, indeed must not, exclude each other. For if death and political oppression are not overcome, no world is possible. Yet recalling the history of social movements which confine their attention to the societal framework in which they function, we see again and again how a polluted civilization pollutes its own revolutionary offspring. 159 161 while giesking plays debussy by marcel arsenault Seeping into me Billowing notes dance playfully with the inner mind, (the logical tyrant is entombed) Joygrace flows Perfusing the soul's corners Overspilling in abundance. Each note now softly nudges my body Toward the clift-edge of reality And careless I slip Over; Am floating pure Softly down through black void; Feathertumbling down. See beneath the ice clear Arctic And am slipping not into the deathgreen sea. Slow-motion splash rises agonizingly Arching Bursts to droplets, hanging Then floats a spring rain down again. Into the cold grey Mother. The death warm sea gently fulps my body. Lulls the mind to opiate spell: Soft melancholy masses Meander hazily amid sea sharpness. Drift in sorrow silence Floating immobile Suspended Now slowly awakening Moving, suicidal wisps Down an infinite slope All leaving me Drifting away Melting into distance. Gone. Click, Click, Click,,, (trances napping tyrant rises again to persecute the pagans, driving joygrace from the temple) From a distance they sleep. But nearing closer, Great dark hulks Lift to precipitous height And tower Dizzydominating almost wavering in blue wind. Jagged crags jutting sharply Stop Windswept frightinly To oversee tumbling rocklays below, swaying Down, down through valleymist one sees Blueribboned stream Set like a random thread Along the hazy valley floor. Sidemolded by greenblue velvet Over which a few black specks Float weaving side and fro. Other giant neighbors also sleep. Mindless dark sleep, Deep, endless and silent. Hulk next to hulk. Descending from the mountains Stonefaced tribes stumble In endless haunting line. Each carries his dead glory; Drybloodcaked, teardamp glorypast. Each humanmisery seared face withering, wilt. Then dustcrumbling trophies and bearers Wind and slither Into nothingness. At my feet. Reminding me; See what I have earned to carry. Useless. Blood dripping rosebuds Shower our eternity in crimson tears. Serious Creation haunts and hangs Its own kind, Sparing only triviality and thinkless frivolity. These float gently And play soft slow seameadows. Or sparkle in sunshine With snowflack delicacy. But no one sees Because no one goes. We sit instead Beneath crimson showers. 162 we by kent tobiska We are sons We are daughters We are grasping We are feeling We are loving We are committing We are creating We are We As two threads of incense burning in the night. Each wrapping their white smells around eachother. Like two lovers sleeping side by side. Around them touches The shade of the forest Beneath bright blue sky, deep, quiet, slow-turning in the cool light, encircling them both in a green world of grass. The two only disturb among themselves. For the universe full-presses into blue-green silence, And their minds rotate and relapse, Each one gasping at this, the loneliness, the unity of being alone with each other. The dawn comes And sun's rays bombard The lowering shields Around our brains. Soon Our lives arereflections Of the goals of our minds As they rip and explode - Striving for compassions; our laughter warms, the sun tickles, while fresh mountain breezes, drifting between us, pressing us closer, sending chills of peace,, breathe love. 163 feiffer um am vu pR emrive seizes pouj5r imzhocrat- 5CR6AM oescewm l occupy B0tP!W65 !M AM ATT6HPr TO HDMAMIze mxuizet? soc leTY. UNIVERSITYOF COLORADO PSYCHOLOGY BUILDING PHASE IA PROJECT NO. 4(21-8-00057-0 JE£T IS BEING CONSTRUCTED WITH FEDERAL FINANCIAL ASSISTANC UNDER THE HIGHER EDUCATION FACILITIES PROGRAM BY THE PARTMENT OF HEALTH. EDUCATION AND WELFARE OFFICE OF EDUCATION GENERAL CONTRACTOR: R.W.MIER CONSTRUCTION COMPANY 2133 SOUTH BELLAIRE STREET DENVER. COLORADO Ifcl -V . ' UNIVERSITY COLORADO MOLECULAR. CELLULAR e. DEVELOPMENTAL BIOLOGY BUILDING PHASE IB PROJECT N0.1C01 FR-03557-01 THIS PROJECT tS BEING CONSTRUCTED WTH FEDERAL FINANCIAL ASSISTANCE FROM NATIONAL INSTITUTES OF HEALTH PUBLIC HEALTH SERVICE DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH. EDUCATION AND WELFARE •HALLER AND LARSON---------------- ARCHITECT •KETCHUM AND KONKEL----- STRUCTURAL ENGINEER •MCFALI. AND KONKEL - MECHANICAL ENGINEER •SWANSON-RINK L ASSOC-------------ELECTRICAL ENGINEER •SASAKI,-DAWSON, DEMAY ASSOC INC-LANDSCAPE ARCHITECT ,J GENERAL CONTRACTOR—WEAVER CONSTRUCTION CQ «? HATKIN 6 CO. v mr 167 the grappler's grunt and groan, the gymnast's gentle genius THE UNIVERSITY OF COLORADO THEATRE PRESENTS THE TWELFTH ANNUAL COLORADO j£ l}ate0ppar? leattual ROM E TAMING OF THE HENRY YI, PART 3 the self and the modern world waiter d. weir But what we want is to turn you on to the truth rather than pot. Paul McCartney Twentieth Century Man has been wounded and now lies sick unto death. The old body of ideas and ideals that once nourished and sustained his spiritual be- ing, that infused his life with meaning and purpose, have been shattered by brute experience and found to be naive, mutable and fraudulent. The inherited ways of thinking, doing and valuing have been scattered in the bloody tides of national wars and racial hatred, torn apart by the strife of the industrial revolution and devoured by the rapacious bacteria of science. The traditional roads to selfhood, to self- identity, to union with nature, society and God, have been bombed out of existence and modern man wanders in the polluted waste land in search of him- self. The season of Darkness, the winter of Despair, has come. From time immemorial every man has learned that the songs of innocence were inevitably drowned by the songs of experience. He experienced the expul- sion from the Garden of Eden. The feeling of Para- dise Lost haunted his suffering soul and he was for- ever dreaming of Paradise Regained. But twentieth century man has come to the full consciousness that there is no returning, that you can't go home again. Like Hesse's Sinclair, he may experience the wild im- pulse to return back to the lost paradise back to the light, untroubled world of mother and father, back to the smell of cleanliness and the piety of Ab- bel, but he knows no amount of time spent in pur- gatory will bring him back to innocence and peace. He has been marked to suffer the fate of Cain. He experiences once again the fear and terror be- fore a monstrous Romanesque world—the small, co- zy, warm and so-human Gothic world has been ex- posed as an illusion—but he can no longer retreat into a fortified cathedral to find his life's meaning and purpose. He has heard an echo of the ultimate des- pairing voice that cried out, My God, my God, why has thou forsaken me? The light of the world has been extinguished and the long day's journey into night has been consummated. We have been turned on to the truths of Newton, Darwin, Freud and so many others. We are free, free at last, of all the com- forting illusions of our childish past and we are afraid. With fear and trembling we face the dark abyss of nothingness. since I was man. Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder. Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard; man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear. Tom's a cold and so are we all in our winter of despair. There is a deep and pervasive mistrust in the con- temporary world of all commitment and a growing sense of human failure and futility. God is dead and everything is permitted. Life is a dirty trick and the individual is doomed to live in an empty and mean- ingless universe from which there is no exit except in death itself. The time between birth and death must be spent in a materialistic mass culture. The con- scious, aware, and sensitive individual is powerless and must suffer the fate of estrangement. The win- ter of despair is upon us. And many will die in that winter. Some will die or live on in waiting for Godot. Those who abandon hope will either die or live on in their hell..A few will assume the burden of freedom and set out to climb new mountains in the hope of discovering new vis- 172 tas and promised lands. Cursed and blessed with the mark of Cain - Oedipus - Odysseus - Faust - Zorba, they will set out to find Godot and themselves. The journey from child to man, from mater and matter to selfhood and realized form, has always been perilous and painful. It is no easy task to steer a course between the Scylla of alienation and the Charybdis of complete absoption in the other. Scyl- la would lead us into the fearful abyss of nothingness that bred the alienation. Nor can the alienated find themselves by leaving the city of man and flinging themselves into the arms of Calypso - Virgin Mary - Nirvana. They may find a peace of mind in their sur- render of their selves, but they will not become men with self-identities. Hate of self and hate of the world go hand in hand. Beneath the contempt for the world and the insistence that we live in a meaningless uni- verse lies a scorn and fear of self that makes com- munion with the world impossible. Marriages must be preceded by engagements and engagements re- quire trust and faith in the self and the other. But this demands courage in a world, including our- selves, that is far from perfect. We must have courage to be. Encounter with the world is perilous. We all learn this with our fall from innocence. Consciousness of our own and the world's failures is painful. What we sometimes forget is that this very fall is the first condition of selfhood. The umbilical cord linking us to mother earth and God must be cut before the child can undertake his own journey to being and self-identity. The traumatic effect of this cutting may be so severe that it engenders a complete loss of faith. Evil, pain and meaninglessness then pervades our consciousness and the natural piety of youth is lost. This experience may suggest the beed for greater community support in this time of crisis and an earlier assumption of responsiblity on the part of the grow- ing child. The road to selfhood cannot be traveled without the assumption of freedom and respons- ibility and until the rhythm of encounter, involvement, commitment and separation, withdrawal, meditation is learned. The self is composed of experiences that have been more or less incorporated and integrated into a cen- ter. Without experience the self is nothing and the search into self reveals nothingness; without medit- ation and incorporation of experience into an in- tegrated center, the self cannot be born and the potential self remains either schizophrenic or lost on the Island of the Sun. The creation of self requires both intercourse with, and withdrawal from, the world. There must be both surrender to the other and the separation after union. Before we can know either the world or ourselves we must have become lovers and touchers responding to the varying beats of a process world. The fruit of the tree of knowledge is still the fruit of evil and good. We must summon up the courage to taste the fruit again. Whatever meaning and pur- pose life holds can only be discovered in the living of life, in the touch, taste, smell and feel of life. Joy and sorrow, laughter and tears will mark our journey towards ourselves. If we would find ourselves, we must tune in and turn on to the paradoxical truths of the human condition. Otherwise we will go to pot and we will not hear the words of Shelley: If winter comes, can spring be far behind? � 73 fly jefferson airplane get you there on time. . . poems by peter j. philbin 3 Sense less Sonnets to a Rinoceldragon (Do you know how long a Rinoceldragon dies?) 1. Go inside yourself singing and try to answer just a little thing as you spread your legs against the sky. If you are dead, you will have no need to ask the question why the Rinoceldragon lives and why he gives and what he gives exactly and how he lives, what he wears and who he is and what is his His is a strange life, you know, especially when it's fallen from your head and gone. If you're alive, you'll need to know how long the Rinoceldragon dies. Ask (why?) when you spread your arms across the sky. You'll have a chance to fill a question, a chance to become the Sky. (To what Kingdom do you think the Rinoceldragon 2. I love to lick the moisture evening of fog from the bottom of your lip I like you then, yes, I can close my eyes and find your face in the corner of the Ocean. (Do you wonder who was the last person to pet the Rinoceldragon? Was it you or me?) You have water in your eye And by the way (who proclaimed the creature went straight to Heaven just a little while after the Bishop kissed his hand) did you do that? Or was it me? It's so lonely- mixed-up-and-down when you sit on the sea and eat animal cookies on shore and dream of licking lips, of being the Sea. (Whoever put a glass Rinoceldragon on a shelf?) 3. My Mom's Uncle St. George makes comic books He says: Don't dare talk Rinoceldragon in front of you, me or other people And don't discuss politics-love-god-and or-steeples And oh-my-gosh-darn-Dear me ,don't tell a yarn of him in front of he And what ever, ever happens if he talks of me I don't want to hear: He says My Mom's Uncle St. George makes comic books And listen dear, if you can pospone a five-minute-yr. ora 12-hr.-mo- ment. Have a lunch break with me or two so i may talk with Me about yourself Perhaps you can become me, and i You. eggshells We stood, unseen by mountains close to us, talked about the price we paid for eggs, asked how many women, men were in the car, the line, the bed; how far away they seemed. The car driving in the mountains is far away from the talking line of standing women paying for eggs, from the bed where men are questioning their many answers. The line of mountains stands to be a bed for sun gleams who tell the women, men, trees and cars that they will never be more than shadows of unpaid eggs without answers. They answer to the sun, those trees who stand in line and ask their shadows where to go. Wind whistling astride whining engine, leaning down a mountain road, skip- ping across the sun-swept highways. A colorless blur of motion, speed, and noise. The man-and-machine bit. Another form of freedom, another way to let go, at least for a while. Oh, there's concentration and exhilara- tion, but the kind that comes from your pleasure's sweat, not your worry's. 178 university of Colorado artist series thirty-fourth season Utah symphony maurice abravanel, conductor, Utah symphony Pennsylvania ballet company eugene istomin, pianist RF. JUST A RVXCIt Of GOOD OLD COVXIRY ROYS III'Ilf MAKIXC Jill «OKIDSAFI FOR DEMOCRACY XATCRAI I Y MI DO ‘r AXIICIFA Tl A Y YIOIFXCI 186 'THItMt: tXULUSIUN Ut Wt tS 5' HAU ST' Minority Scholarships Under Fire By FRANK BELL To implement the minority student scholarship fund as it w stands would require the University to adopt “racist ws.” University President Frederick Thicme said at a icsday meeting. Nearly 11 months ago student voted in an ASUC ferendum to tax themselves $5 a semester for 10 years to avide scholarships for minority students. Even though ney has been collected, no money specifically from that ad has been allocated. ccording to Tliieme. University Ixgal Counsel John illoway and Vice President for Student Affairs Roland lutenstraus, the reason has been mainly because .of legal erpretation of the referendum wording. Hie University administration maintains that it is a dation of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 to create however, now wants to reword the legislation so it follows the intent of the referendum, but docs not commit the University in writing to completely abide by it. Tuesday administrators meet with the students to try to convince them tliat they should agree to the following counter-proposal. “In selecting the individual students deemed educationally or financially disadvantaged or deprived, the (University) Financial Aid Office shall give primary consideration to the intent of the student referendum, namely to provide disadvantaged students or minority groups the financial aid necessary to attend the University of Colorado.” A less controversial example of this he cited concerns mandatory University student health fees and Christian Scientists. Even if student who belong to the Christian sect object to paying the health fee here on religious grounds, they must do so or turn down the opportunity to attend the Boulder campus. Tire requirement is considered legal because the fee helps Because this wording would not allow the fund money to be used strictly 3S the referendum passed by student vote protect the health of all students. Snyder’s argument for the legality oft.................. the original wording of the minority referendum in part follows the same legal logic. It is reasonable and in the public interest to keep the original wording because using the fund exclusively for minority students will help the University become more integrated, he said. In fact, Snyder said, the 1964 Civil Rights Act even directed the student committee has been unwilling to encoxila s such action 'in situations where minority people approve the administration s revised wording. | arc not Dronortionatelv presented in a riven area. cent of the state is chicano. tisLation allocating money for minority races only. approve me aamnmiraiion s revised wording. I arc noj proportionately represe Hie act states that people cannot be discriminated against The committee’s main concern, according to ASUC (An example: About 12 per basis of race, creed, color or religion. And this is the legal President Pat Stimer. is that the administration might not Aj,out one per cent of the student population at the Uiment the University is using to keep the scholarship use the money as it was intended - strictly for minority University is chicano.) iid from being used solely for students of minority races, students. Sal Paralta. president of the United Mexican American Last spring, after the Board of Regents approved thci Thicme said Tuesday that between 94 and 99 per cent of Students, said he wants to have a proportional number of ferendum in principle and congratulated students for the fund money would be for minority students. But he said chicanos on campus. ring themselves for the scholarship fund, the question ofj any program that excludes people on basis of race (in this Even if the University were to change the wording of the t referendum’s wording was brought up. Regent Daniel! case. Caucasian) is “racist.” fund, it could be accused of allowing only token number of nch (D-Denver) said it might be “reverse racism.” Lawyers for the student committee, however, presented whites to use the scholarship fund if Thicmc’s oral Hie wording students read when they voted for the fund legal arguments to counter the administration’s concerns committments were carried out, Snyder said. The eluded the phrase minority student scholarship fund.”l about reverse racism.” possibility of suits against the University has made the proval of the wording of the legislation was left to a Lawyer Paul Snyder said at the meeting that both the administration cautious. When asked by people around the mmittcc which includes the ASUC president, blacks and 14th amendment of the U.S. Constitution and article fivejstate about the minority scholarship fund, Tliieme said he icanos. ! section 25 of the Colorado constitution make it legal to] tells them that the money is going for disadvantaged Representatives of these groups have adhered to the discriminate on basis of race when it is in the legitimate . urinal wording of the referendum. The administration, public interest. (continuedon page J) MEM S’ IBERATION mu Seventy-eighth Year Vol. 18, No. 76 Wednesday. Jan. 21. 1970 Boulder. Colorado Inhlsmuxl St w Cow 4 Lottery Numbers' Ceiling Set At 60 For February WASHINGTON (AP) The Selective Service system, doing an about-face, said Tuesday the draft will try to reach no higher than lottery No. 60 in meeting its February call. A ceiling of lottery No. 30 had been suggested for the January call, but spokesmen said it is too early to tell how well it worked. An official spokesman for Selective Service national headquarters had said Monday it was decided not to propose a similar guideline for February; without one, draft boards could reach as high up the lot ter list as necessary to meet their quotas. But a White House source said Tuesday a limit of No. 60. under discussion for the past week. Something would be applied. there The initial response to Boulder Women’s Liberation, which began in .‘ptember but started organizing Tuesday, was excellent, according to ie member. The group, part of the growing women’s liberation ovement, will expand, offer a course in the Free School and, seek niversity affiliation. daily pnoto by wilder Shortly thereafter, the Selective Service spokesman confirmed that No. 60 would be the February guideline, although state draft directors have not yet been so advised. Col. Bernard T. Franck, an aide to Director Lewis B. Hershey, said the decision was made Tuesday morning. Last Dec. 1. a lotter drawing was held matching the birthdays of the nation’s draft-age men with a chart of numbers one to 366-onc for each day of the year including Leap Year’s Feb. 29. Draft boards were to meet their calls by summoning men with the lowest numbers first within each board’s individual pool of men. But this raised the possibility that local conditions might force some boards to call relatively high numbers up the list while others were still calling low ones. Such a result would have been consistent with President Nixon’s order of a draft-by-lottery, but White House, Draft, and Pentagon officials concluded the public expected the numbers to rise at a more uniform pace within each board’s jurisdiction, a draft official recently explained. Besides, an unrestrained race through the list each month threatened to have a local board calling lower numbers in one month than it had called earlier, as deferred men re-entered the 1-A eligible pool. )RGANIZATIONAL MEETING TONIGHT Ecology Teach-In Takes First Step Plans for a nationwide university teach-in on ivironmental problems will take a first step might at an organizational meeting at 8:00 the disaster of wanton, indifferent waste and destruction of the natural resources.” Although he did not specify what the root The teach-in concept has been attracting wide support the nation as the movement on environmental problems continues to grow. As a result. Selective Service manpower officials suggested to the White House last month state directors should try to keep the numbers level as they distribute the monthly draft quotas among local boards. In a round of telephone calls, state directors were further told tliat No. 30 would be a good limit for the January call-if the call could still be met within that ceding. Spokesmen said then the intention was to sec whether such a smooting-out would work. Results of the attempt arc not yet available and probably won’t be, until 3t least the end of the month, a spokesman said. Without anv guideline, state Downhill White-schussing Powder Sunburn. Whatsa mogul? Is your major sking? Mine, too. Speed-sun Cold-laughing Away and Away. Mountains Free-air Quiet Panorama No tomorrow. 4 Speed sensation blurs green white valleys as sting- ing, singing powder flies while bright sun burns and blinds. Winds whistle, cheeks tingle. Enjoy enjoy. The equipment hassle, the long trip, getting up early; gone now. Worth it. Think snow and never mind the cold. Winter's here with me, sifting down a snowy mountainside. Alone and winging, others around but no one really there. Plenty of time for fun and laughter later, but this is what it's all about. A white dust contrail with no wake left between the trees. No time for thought and me- mory. Just paths of silver white and speed and hope that you don't fall. Words can't tell it. Pictures can't capture it. Yet as you look up from your books, as you lie on the bed looking at the ceiling, as you watch the tube or shave or look up at Flagstaff, it's there, and you know what it means and you know what it's like. That's all it takes. You want to go back again. You will, but not enough. '• • � 4 ° Po una a. ' '««ous i0f 1 n I U,V,Un J 1 ttV WO nn‘ Wo si finov � ro-. sann.i:itl •«■ «« O v ,v� i w | � 7V - ( 009X0 iN 194 on creation . . . Reaching into one's personal experience with keen and sensitive perceptive qualities is the specific realm of the artist. More concerned with qualities in rela- tionship, the artist is a special breed of person who is more than the sum of his own experience. Because of his strong sense of commitment to his own, some- times ambiguous feelings, the artistic endeavor is a determined attempt to explore regions deep within one's own psyche the result, hopefully, is a better understanding of a sense of self, via the expression of self, whether it be with paint and canvas, motion in dance, the written word or composition of music. In all creative areas and mediums, the ideal of know- ing and becoming the understood self is the moving force. The object of this knowing is, for example, the painted canvas which directly captures the intent and perceptions of the artist in a communicable way. This is the reward: direct communication. But it is a reward coming only to those who are sensitive to the integrity of their own feelings;to those who are honest enough with themselves to demand nothing less than being out front, or open to every situation as a sig- nificant experience. For the artist, the ability to feel situations involves a duality of purpose: half is concerned with experienc- ing fully; the other with the application of that ex- perience, which is the creation of his art. He works with form, color, shape, rhythm, all symbolic of experi- ence. The work of art itself is symbolic beyond its contextual set of harmonic and unified relationships. More directly, it is a statement of a feeling. This feeling, expressed via the artistic medium, is neces- sarily more than the sum of one person's experience, because it independently communicates as an object of art. Ultimately, art is the separate life born from delicate intercourse of the artist and his feelings. His pain and sorrow, his pleasure and his joy are fulfilled as a sensitive expression to those who would receive via their own sensitivity. 196 197 Participating authors and writers: Eric Bentley Richard Eberhart Hannah Greene Rod Serling Thomas Wolfe it dawned on me that it was this thing about youth and it turned out the Chicago Tribune's Chicago American like alot of metropolitan newspapers, have taken surveys of their readers and have found that there's nobody between the ages of 16 and 25 that's reading their newspapers and even if you've got a monopoly, a total monopoly, this means that there's going to be a bad time coming. It all has to do with their phobia, their mania, their hysteria about youth. I was suddenly reminded of these great movie scenes when a renegade cowboy shows up in this kind of scene the calvary is trapped down in the pass and mountains all around and everything and there's Indians around everywhere. They're all around, be- hind every tree and the drums are throbbing and the smokes going up and everybody is nervously waiting tor the renegade cowboy. The renegade cowboy is a cowboy who's gone to the road; he's like an ele- phant in the muck. He goes running off and spends about half his time among the Indians. He talks Apache, you know. But he's really a white cowboy so they're waiting for him and finally there's this creaking sound in the cabin shack and they're all kidding in there. There's this creaking sound, actually the greatest creaking sounds ever made were in the movie HUD, by the way. It was the only true farm film ever made when those pickup trucks, and they have those door opening sounds hiked up about 90 decibels and that's 198 all I remember from farming and anyway that's HUD. Anyway the door's opening and there's this creaking sound and they all look up and say, It's the renegade cowboy. and they all look at the guy and give him the look that I got. The lieutenant of the calvary rushes up and says, Tough man, what do those drums mean? Well in fact. I'm really not a renegade cowboy. I really don't spend about two-thirds of my time among the youth. Like a lot of people, I really spend most of my time among people my own age, but these people like the newspaper people and people on Madison Avenue and the entire advertising industry are now desperately looking for people who can talk Apache, or talk the language of the Beast. You know they really look upon figures popularized by Peter Drucker and other sociologists of about five years ago, and by this year 1970, half, over half of the population of the United States Will Be under 25. This started a tremen- dous panic about the new generation, the generation gap, and all the rest. Until now in many areas of Ameri- can business this under 25 growth in population is really looked upon as the Beast from 40 fathoms. Its a new race, a new creature of habit. When I was growing up I used to make my mother take me to the westerns every Saturday and I'd see Tom Nixton, Tex Ritter, and later on John Wayne and Bob Steale, since everyone knows Bob Steale. This was a western hero. He was always a big guy with his shoulders thrown back,, very wide shoulders and sort of stalking through the land. Now they've just dis- covered the audience of today, that is, the young people are going to the movies. They think and want an exactly opposite type of hero, namely they want the guy with narrow shoulders. So we now give you Peter Fonda, Dustin Hoffman, and Arlo Guthrie. It's still cowboys and Indians, only the cowboy is now the groovy or the hip guy of some sort and he's going through the bad lands only the bad guys with the bad tribes are now the cops and Mayor Daley, you know , and the guys that drive around in pickup trucks with the shot guns and a rack in the back. Those kind of things, but they're making it with the same formula. There have been a few good movies out like Easy Rider. Easy Rider is actually going to be the ruination of the movie industry because now Hollywood has looked at this example. The movie was made by some really very inventive young guys and they made it tor $300,000. The movie is going to make anywhere between 30 and 50 million. It'll be almost pure profit. So Hollywood looks at this and says, Yea, that's what you do, there's a connection between a low budget and a 50 million dollar profit. They don't look at the movie. They don't say anythingabout Dennis Hopperor Peter Fonda or to the rest of them in the picture. They say there is a relation between this low budget and making all this money. So now you're going to see this string, an endless string of $250 or $300,000 movies with motorcycles and there is going to be motorcycles flying out of every human eyeball in America, because that's really about as far as people have really gotten. When I went to work for the Washington Post and went down to the Carribean to be a Latin American Correspondent, I did that for about ten months and came back and the managing editor asked if I wanted to be a full time Latin American Correspondent which sort of was a terrific thing then because Castro was breaking loose and Trajillo and a lot of wild stuff was going on and suddenly I heard myself saying, Gee, no I don't. and because I had been a general assign- ment reporter for all this time he said, Well what do you want to do? I said, Well, and I suddenly heard myself saying, I want to do some more of those escaped ape stories, and he said, Well, ah, ah, es- caped ape stories? I said, I can't explain it to you except to tell you what I'm talking about. And this was when I first got into the Washington Post one Sunday afternoon and being a slow news day. I'd been sent out to Oxing Hill, Maryland, a housing develop- ment of $16,000 houses and this kind of thing and there was a report of a chimpanzee loose and this was kind of considered to be a cute newspaper story. There were a lot of people chasing this ape out in the sub- urbs, and so I went up there and sure enough here was this chimpanzee going hand over hand down some electrical wires and there's a whole battalion of the Oxing Hill police force with their rifles and other people were setting monkey traps and there were all sorts of interesting The thing that interested me more was when I learned this was the fifth ape that had escaped in Oxing Hill, Maryland, this little hous- ing development in a space of about three months. This was a zoo! 199 some hesitant reflections on the political future All crystal balls are pretty cloudy and the political one unusually obscure. This is a system indeed with strong random elements, where the record of the past, like the throws of the dice, permits only the most hesitant projections into the future. With this warning not to believe a word of it, we can at least settle down and have a little speculative fun. 1969 mav in retrospect turn out to be a significant watershed in American political life. The Democratic Party is in deep trouble. It is an alliance of declining minorities. The labor movement is stagnant, it lacks any dynamic leadership, it is afraid of ideas, it occupies a comfortable but declining niche in American soc- iety, rather like an established church. The immigrant groups are getting to be fourth generation Americans. The Catholics are moving to the suburbs. The Jews have a low birth rate. The Blacks don't vote much, and the White South has defected. The young have been alienated by the war and general hawkishness of the Democrats and their alliance with the military- industrial-labor complex. Social democracy has turn- ed out to be a bit of a fraud, in the sense that it has subsidized the rich through agricultural and edu- cational policy and has not done very much relative- ly for the poor, although the Keynesian Revolution kept us getting richer, so that both the poor and the rich all got richer. There is a deep uneasiness, how- ever, as to where all this development is leading us, both in the international system, which continues to be a design for eventual total disaster, and in the pro- found disturbances which are going on in the envi- ronment. The Republicans may look in slightly better shape, but they do have a past to live down and a right wing around their necks. They are associated with de- pression, with stinginess, with Goldwatery hawkish- ness, even though looking back it just seems that Goldwater had the honesty to say what Johnson did. Defoliation and napalm, however, are the mighty destroyers of the legitimacy of the users. Both parties have sadly tarnished the image of the United States, both abroad and at home, in terms of simple human decency. I recall a speech by a distinguished British scholar at a conference a while back in which he pointed out how the image of the United States a- broad has changed, from that of a naive country of fundamental decency and goodwill in the thirties, to that of a very sophisticated country with no damn- ed decency ana goodwill about it in the sixties. This may oe an exaggeration, but it has an uncomfort- able sting of truth. In spite of all this, the Republicans do have something running for them. The country is tired of noble sentiments and great expectations which are not realized and enormously tired of humbug. The Republican variety ot humbug is at least quieter than that of the Democrats and the mod- esty, even the dullness, of the Nixon administration is a welcome relief from the shrill heroics of the Great Society. Nothing destroys legitimacy like being found out in a lie. Nevertheless, the Republicans are by no means out the wood. They have a bad reputation for producing depressions, from Herbert Hoover down to Eisen- hower, and they may do this again if they are not very careful. One recalls the old crack about there being only two political parties—the liberals and the stingies—and it is the stinginess and a certain mean- mindness of the Republicans which is their greatest enemy. It is a very fundamental principle of political life that every man, party, and country are their own worst enemies. Nevertheless, I am inclined to think that there is a new temper of the times which makes for a modest society, and the modesty of the Republ- icans will outweigh their stinginess. Their other great liability is their irresponsible right wing, which exhibits a degree of maliciousness, stupidity, and irresponsibility far exceeding anything that the most hypocritical Democrat can produce. Fortunately, politics is a learning process and the lessons of the Goldwater defeat are certainly not lost. Quite apart from the party conflict, there is a notice- able change in the political climate. I have character- ized this by saying that it represents the psycho- logical end to the Great Depression. This was a deep traumatic experience to the people who lived through it, certainly equal in its damaging effect to the Civil War, and it produced an enormous amount of in- tellectual scar tissue. The people who were scarred by it, however, are now beginning to die off and are almost certainly in a minority, though many of them still hold powerful positions. The younger gener- ation under forty, or even forty-five, simply do not remember it at all. They have grown up on a con- tinually rising market and an economy of pretty stable growth. They have no idea what 1932 was like, for they have always lived in an economy of relatively full employment. Unemployment was twenty-five per cent of the labor force in 1932 and never since 204 by kenneth e. boulding 1941 has it risen above six per cent. Paradoxically enough, however, full employment reintroduces scarcity. If there are no unemployed resources, it is perfectly clear that if something goes up, something else must go down. We see this particularly in a very new attitude towards the war industry and the mili- tary. It is now very clear that if the military dollar goes up, somebody else's dollar goes down—most- ly, as a matter of fact, in state and local government. It is not surprising, therefore that the fat cats of the military-industrial complex are now being severely questioned, and it is pretty clear that we would be much better off in all respects with a considerably smaller war industry. If we could get this down to, say, four per cent of the GNP, we would probably be more secure, and we would have resources for des- perately needed civilian demands, especially in the civilian public sector. Another straw in the wind is the change in attitude toward the draft, which we now see as essentially un-American, inconsistent with a market economy, destructive to the national morale, and quite un- necessary in the light of a modest international pos- ture. If Nixon can get us out of Vietnam and liquidate the draft and strengthen the peace-keeping appar- atus of the United Nations, the Republicans will prob- ably be in for another thirty years. The Democratic Party might even go the way of the Whigs. The inter- national system, however, is precarious and even more random than domestic politics, and all pre- dictions are highly insecure. We could go over the edge of the cliff into disaster at any time,especially if the great powers get involved in what are essent- ially extraneous quarrels in the Middle East or in the tropical world. The major problem of the next generation may be described as the three P's-peace, poverty, and pol- lution. The Republicans may well have less funda- mental goodwill about these problems that the Democrats, but it is not at all unlikely that in practice they will be more successful in moving towards a solution. Stinginess makes for modesty which is good for peace. Anti-intellectualism makes for a certain directness and lack of deviousness which may turn out to be better for the poor in the long-run than elaborate bureaucratic programs, though I am not sure about this. Even a slight fixation on private enterprise and the use of the price system might turn out to be better for the solution of the pollution problem, especially if it leads into a system of effluent taxes and marginal incentives than a system of high preachments and unenforceable sanctions. All in all, my feeling is that the situation demands a wry and tenative optimism, even though this will be very depressing to the left and the radicals, whose principal food is gloom, pessimism and despair. I suspect, however, that the radicalism of the sixties like the Communism of the thirties, the IWW of the 1900's, and the anarchists of the 1800's, is running out into the sand of factionalism, meaningless and ineffective violence, and a total incapacity to have new ideas. In one way this is a pity, as radicals never arise unless there is something to be radical about, and they nearly always have something to say that should be listened to. It is usually conservatives, how- ever, who are responsible for the actual carrying out of social change, not the radicals. The radicals are the masculine element in political life. This indeed is often their undoing, but males are nortoriously inept at producing offspring by themselves. The women's liberation movement indeed looks like the reductio ad absurdum of the radical masculinismo of the 1960's, in spite of the fact that even this ab- surdity has a grain of truth behind it, for quantita- tively at least sex discrimination is even worse than race discrimination. Conservatives are the feminine element in politics, again pretty sterile if left to them- selves. One sees the right indeed as a magnificent collection of political old maids—sour, peevish, and incapable of offspring. We may now be entering a period, however, in which a few radical ideas in con- servative wombs will produce very far reaching and perhaps quite unexpected social changes. A good case can be made indeed for the proposition that the most far reaching.social changes are always un- planned, unintended, and unexpected. It is the silent unplanned revolutions that really make the differ- ence and not the noisy planned ones, which usu- ally produce the same old thing called by a different name and bossed by different people. The Class of 1970, therefore, born at the beginning of the bulge in the birth rate which is now nearly over, belonging therefore to an all too plentiful generation, raised on Dr. Spock and the rising market, threatened by no- thing much worse than annihilation and ecological disaster, may yet live through all this to reflect in the year 2020 that perhaps it wasn't too bad a time to be born in after all. 205 purple duplicates by peter j. philbin you-re-running-you're walking you're walking you-re -running in an empty, ordinary Amusement park filled with all those persons miscellaneous who color purple duplicates beside a dime horse merry go round who laughs You don't understand And now there's nothing never to do Running, you're walking Walking, you-re running You're you paula loves to ride her horse, lavender the one with the white tail, riding is much more fun than anything She loves to ride she loves to ride, ride she can feel it deep and way inside Her horse is warm, going fast and she thinks she'll never stop riding She was galloping fast here asleep in the saddle coming and going and went there is a forest in the morning she was coming again And then she couldn't stop riding And then a prince came and he took her down from the horse And he kissed her you-re-running-you're walking you're walking you-re -running in an empty, ordinary Amusement pack filled with all those persons miscellaneous who color purple duplicates beside a dime horse merry go round who laughs You don't understand And now there's nothing never to do Running, you're walking Walking, you-re running You're you a year of frustration at cu In sports, one of the many cliches and superstitions that has evolved as people observe certain trends is that of the sophomore jinx. That is, a person or team has a great first year, then flops in the second when by all rights it should be even better. Of course, the sophomore jinx is just another sports version of a wives tale; unless you ask CU basketball Coach Sox Walseth. After winning the Big Eight basketball champion- ship in 1969 with a team of three sophomores and two juniors, Walseth and the Buffaloes approached the 1970 league season with everything going for them. With all five starters returning off the champi- onship team, CU approached its second—that is, sophomore—year as the odds-on favorite to win a second league title. But something didn't go according to plan. Of course, it was just a matter of circumstances. Inability to win on the road. The inelegibility of a starter and a key reserve for the majority of the league campaign. Or perhaps inconsistent scoring. All of these combined to make for a relatively unsuccessful year. Or was it really the Naw-w-w-w-w, it couldn't be. The year began reasonably enough, with no dearth of early victories. And though the Buffaloes faltered late in the non-league season, there was really no cause for alarm prior to the Big Eight pre-season tournament in Kansas City in December. And Colorado did all right in that one even though they didn't win the title. That honor went to the Oklahoma Sooners, the hottest pre-season team in the league. But Colorado under Walseth is notoriously docile in the early season and in the tournament. It's after that that the Buffaloes come alive. So no one was fooled when CU entered the regular season with a harmless 7-5 record. Colorado was still the top-rated team in the Big Eight, even though they had long since fallen from the ranks of the nation's top ten basketball teams, where they had been ranked before the year began. The rest of the Big Eight didn't have a much easier time of deciding who was going to win it all. Kansas State started strong, winning its first five in a row. But the Wildcats dropped their next two after that, including one to CU, and several teams, including Missouri and high-flying Oklahoma figured on having good shots at the championship. But when the dust cleared, it was Kansas State on top. For Colorado, it was an undistinguished and disappointing year. Aside from the seven wins and seven losses in the league, the Buffs were 14-12 overall. Perhaps there is no junior jinx. But soon they began falling from even the lowest heights. One loss, and another, a victory, but. where was the unstop- pable offense of a year ago? The great shooting of center Cliff Meely, the play- making of guard Gordie Tope, the re- bounding of senior forward Mike Cole- man? They were there sometimes. But those times were almost always at home. As the season wore on, a disturbing trend developed. Colorado was as tough as ever at home. The Buffs won six of their seven home league games. On the road, it was just the opposite of that—one win, six losses. In fact, it took two wins in the final two games to pull the Buffs into a four-way tie for third in the inconclusive Big Eight race with Missouri, Nebraska, and Okla- homa. The Buffs lost junior forward Tim Wedgeworth for the second semester due to inelegibility, along with reserve Tim Richardson. But sophomore forward Jim Creighton filled much of the void left by Wedge- worth. Still CU couldn't come up with the big ones. By the end of January, some people were thinking of next year. They were right. FINAL BIG EIGHT BASKETBALL STANDINGS LEAGUE ALL GAMES GAMES W L Pet. W L Pet. Kansas St. 10 4 .714 19 7 .701 Kansas 8 6 .571 17 9 .664 Colorado 7 7 .500 14 12 .538 Missouri 7 7 .500 15 11 .577 Nebraska 7 7 .500 16 9 .640 Oaklahoma 7 7 .500 18 8 .692 Oklahoma St. 5 9 .357 14 12 .538 Iowa St. 5 9 .357 12 14 .462 213 ever get that 'sinking' feeling? FUM tQCKY MOUNTAIN •’v - � S«WIQ-W,T? wo WATir ti kock Touhtaiw F7? WEDNESDAY, APRIL 16, 1969 n:00 t.m. (Continued) ----- One week of a different land of university. Thinkers and artists and dpersfrom all override country and the world descend on the campus for an intellectual orgy. Panelists and key-note speakers touch on the major and not-so-major topics of the day. The arts, foreign policy, the future of mankind, the student — AlfcX Campbell revolt; and some of the best minds to deal with them, ojj) — Philip W. SteitZ bout. But the idea of a community of thought and interaction is the point. The old .idea of a University. Recaptured at least for a week the World Affairs Conference. 11:00 a. PLENARY SESSION: THE DEPARTME Macky Auditorium Presiding: Speaker: Eugene H. Wilso Edward P. Mo Broadc WHAT Lawson Cra Fred Warner Governme; A frica UNITY A. Jack Alex C Micha The Community Free School is in its second semester in Boulder. The roots stem from the Unincorporat- ed University, but it's a renewed ef- fort to present a relevant learning situation where personal interest and curiosity are the motivations for in- volvement. Any individual who feels qualified to instruct a class is urged to do so, and those wanting to join the instructor in this experience en- roll as his students. Some courses in- cluded in this semester's curriculum have been Astrology, Organic Garden- ing, Contemporary Novels, Beginning Russian, Weaving, Photography, and Encounter Groups. The school pursues the development of the total individual, not the spec- ialist. No requirements, grades, cre- dits or other quantitative standards are imposed upon the member. He usually gets out of the class what he puts into it. The direction and strength of the Free School are determined by the in- terests and participation of individuals. The success of this semester can be seen by the 400 registered members. The growth of the school will inevit- ably continue as more people become aware of the purpose. The com- munity has become more active in the school this semester, and will surely continue to support and contribute to it. The Free School's potential influence on the community of Boulder and the educational institutions of the area could provide the impetus for a new approach to societal living and self-motivational learning. The in- novative curriculum policy exercised by the school may both strengthen the conscious unity of the community and support the trend towards in- creased relevance in curriculum de- sign. Plans for the future include a com- munity house where classes can be held, as well as a co-op clothes switch, coffee house, and co-op feed store. The School urges cirticism and in- quiry, and hopes the community will continue and strengthen its support. COMMUNITY FREE SCHOOL from Law's h fur tt cl JllnUUni� THE DIVINE TREE IN MAN (ofcvttv) A � « u«V .is rani is tkt ktsrt 'ini from the Mtrrcrcflkt Otaytkroufk Ik,Sfktrtof Va- dnuaai.a, ic krtafk fettk tatlf Spi.tr, of tkt Scat,, T k, root lead truaycftktttr,, rtf- rtttat I kt ilia at ulw( of mea sad may W uU An spirituslicy. ike braatkt, cf tkttrt, S', tkt tt par alt part,of‘k, .livimUiryUM sadmsykt Mfintd 10 tkt mjivijullil,. cad tkt tart —ktiauM of tktlr tpkentre! sd «Ur,—icrrttpoad to tkt | Kwl«f. itkuk parley,i of aaa, aftk, ptrmaatalt afttt df not tour,. SEPTEMBER-DECEMBER 1969 the university in perspective by molly osborne There are two things a university is good for. In one sense it offers a giant set of building blocks we can all play with. Intellectually we can put them together in a hundred different ways and it can be stimulating as well as a lot of fun. I'm going on to graduate school because I think this type of discipline can help a mind function, force it to create. A percentage of the drop- outs from a university are the really bright people. I think it's because the really bright minds see the incredible bureaucracy and inefficiency operating at the college level, knowing that only a small amount of a semester's work will really mean something, especially in the first few years. Three-quarters of it, at least, is one hell of a waste of time. And truly creative minds either don't put up with it, or tend not to be the summa cum laude students, because there's so much the mind can do besides spit out what it has heard. And that's the other kernel of validity in a univer- sity. It offers one time to think. It's stated purpose is to give us an education, but whatever that means, I don't think thirty hours in psychology is a start. In- directly, though, it's useful. Hermann Hesse talks about a Castalia, and the ability to be an intellectual is fundamental to a university. It just doesn't happen too often. It certainly doesn't happen here. The interest in what it means simply to exist, to be, not to act, is hardly a fundamental topic of conversation. But that's what life is. We are. Some wrinkle in compre- hension makes Western society hear action instead of exist, and behavior instead of being. This society breeds delayed gratification into us, and we spend huge amounts of time investing in tomorrow. The students of the fifties are just waking up as middle- aged parents to the fact that if they want to enjoy what they've put into their lives, they'd better start now. We're more “now oriented, but how much? I went to a private high school in New Hampshire of one hundred kids. The academics were nothing, but there were two hundred acres of forest, and in Wilton, N.H., there's not much else. It was a world in itself, clippings from papers were posted on the bulletin board, but not read all the time, and I often wondered it Vietnam was real. It was a world of be- ing and trying to live with people and perhaps some of what it means to be alone. What uniqueness man has, now that science has bettered him down from god to a more realistic size, is a complex system of communication. The intrinsic importance of this isn't the words I say, but the way you hear my meaning. We take reality for granted, but you'll never see the green I see (in that our sense receptors will not be exactly the same), and your reality will never be mine. Yet we com- municate and we've built a technological civil- ization. Each person seeks people like himself, gathering into groups and societies according to conformity. Not the blatant consumer-oriented con- formity, but the more subtle conformity of wanting other people like you, with similar values, similar ex- periences. How well do you like someone you have nothing in common with, not even modes of com- munication? It is this lack of knowledge of what communication means that could destroy us. We are like little child- ren given deadly buttons to push instead of arrows, and we have to grow up in a hurry. A scientific dis- covery eventually becomes translated into human terms, influences society on a human level, and man evolves. Several centuries ago discoveries were par- lor conversation. If they were today, people besides scientists could see the problems we face, and might come up with solutions. If everyone knew what the pesticide problem consisted of, how pesticides are harmful, scientific investigations would only be a corollary to the issue. People would have ideas of what pesticides specifically do, instead of getting caught up in generalities and fear fads. On another level it is time for Einstein's relativity to be seen more generally than as a math formula. No two people are alike and it is time that people realized that this is a hell of a lot more important than starting the fad of individuality. If no two people are alike then you'll never find anyone else like you and your reality isn't my reality, but only relative to it. And you've got to accept my reality as being of equal importance to yours, perhaps at right angles, but containing equal validity. This seems like a simple concept, but our mistrust of people, our discrimin- ation against people, has grown from a refusal to accept someone because not only is he not you, but the more disparate your values, the more threat- ened you are. We don't know how to be free, let alone let others be free. It is time we learned. Late September warm And its late-sunning Bikini girls flower Still green grass. Forgotten in gray wet Blizzards stumbling me Across the street In front of the UMC. Macky sits in silence Across the primitive white Freezing and naked trees In twisted sleep. Hurting ears frosted flatirons Like Christmas cards Turning to mud as Winter debates spring. Daydream classrooms windows Turn the poet out of door And season semester cycle Green again—then home. a farewell to legs by scoop superlative But there's that loyal few out there. That small bunch that didn't know when indifference was good for them, who didn't haveanythingbetterto do with theirworth- less time than to read my psychotic scrawlings on bath- room walls that somehow found their way onto the sports pages of the Colorado Daily for the last three years. But through all the trials, all the tribulations, all those times I was locked into the fourth floor john by my adoring fans, I recall the good times, the bad times, the in-between times-they're all gone now except for a fleeting memory. Yes, fans, this is the end. An era has passed. I now belong to the ages. I got me for them wholesale. In short, this is Superlative's last hurrah. I'm cashing in my chips. I'm leaving CU. My four years are up. At the stroke of midnight I turn back into a person. But, before I leave for good, I've been invited by the editors of the CU yearbook to write a final summation of my years in Boulder. They tell me that I've become an institution around here. In fact, Jim Lee told me last week that I should be institutionalized (and if you droolers didn't see that one coming all the way from Poughkeepsie I'll kindly ask you to put down this gook before I take away your blocks). A quiet Boulder morning in the early spring. The sun was rising over the flatirons, the grass was receding into the ground, and five stories below a pair of husky locusts with tattoos were rolling a drunken sea gull. It was over. I was having problems thinking of what to call this immortal classic, I thought first Superlative's Farewell Address—837 20th St. (You may now strike the bride about the head and shoulders, or gag, whichever is apropos to your sun sign.) On the outdoor veranda on the fifth floor of the UMC, a lonely figure gazed wistfully, perhaps for the last time (and probably the first time) at the blazing red ball ascending from the west above the majestic rock- ies near Bagdhad-by-the-Flatirons. The solitary figure stared far into the morning's first rays, his eyes wisened with aged, and aged with wisen. Sadly, he slung his coat over his shoulder, turned on his heel (tuning in ABC), and went inside for one final trip down those stairs. So, when he reached the stairs, he tripped, crashing down all five flights and lying in a crumpled heap, unconscious as usual, by the candy machine on the first floor. It had been like that for me. Ya see. I'm that lonely, solitary, bumbling figure. My name? Scoop Superla- tive, mister. Well, actually it's Scoop Superlative. My ancestors dropped the mister when they came over from the old country. In any case, some of you may not know just who I am. Most of you probably don't care. A few of you may not even exist. Deciding against that, I thought that I might call it A Farewell to Legs, a sequel to Hemingway's im- mortal classic, Beowulf. But I decided against Farewell because I thought that local types might confuse it as a subtle reference to the well-known Boulder bookie Legs Knurlman, who disappeared in somewhat mysterious fashion last October, to be discovered weeks later in a canebreak in the CU fieldhouse with an ice pick imbedded in his memory. Then it struck me, breaking out seven teeth. I was inspired by the memory of the beloved but unfor- tunate Legs (who, it seems, had gotten the bad end of a transaction between bookies in the American tradition of free competition and winner take all- including the loser). Legs was but one of many beloved or colorful or deranged figures I came upon in my stint at CU; I remember them all. I can see them passing before my eyes at this moment—get outta here, all you people! There's Arlo Turp, the free-lance lobotomy and creator of Kentucky-fried yogurt. I once drank Arlo in a double Manhattan. Which reminds me of a double Manhattan I saw at the Bihou in Las Cruces starring the Marx Brothers, Karl and Scuff, but that's another story. And there was my first true love,Maude Torpid.I was very devoted, but it was destined to be an unrequited love. She only had eyes for the turn indicator in my 1960 Fiat, and before I could win her away, she de- veloped terminal boredom and died in my arms during our last date at a combination drive-in laundromat and ball-bearing plant. I was distraught, but in ac- cordance with her wishes, I had Maude cremated and then had her ashes strewn over a ham and cheese sandwich in the Al Packer Grill. And who could forget Sleepy John Tinkle, the minstrel- pianist at my favorite night bistro who stole my watch with his sticky fingers because he couldn't make a living wage working at that dive. As I think of it, one of ths most bland and colorless persons I can recall was one Giles Jutt. I never have trusted a man with two last names. Giles had everything it took—money, good looks, ex- pensive clothes, an orange Ferrari, razor-cut hair, a crooked smile, dimples, a liver that could handle straight Vitalis, and the smoothest line this side of Pecos. He might have gone far if he hadn't been caught out in the rain one night with the prom queen. She got back, but Giles developed internal rusting, and when his mainspring broke he had to be put in a home. Among the more interesting people—or groups of people—that I met in Boulder was that ill-fated but multi-talented singing group, the Stoned Gutenberg Bible Electric Blues Band, and their fantastic lead singer, Lars Nirvana. Lars Nirvana had been the doorman at a Buddhist monastery before going into show business, and it turned out to be the second-best move he ever made. I forget the first-best, although I know that the third- best was from Trenton to Jacksonville. Lars had a voice that would charm the paint right off the walls—and corrode the plaster. But one day IT happened—as it often seems to in stories of this nature. Lars mistook the phrase he heard in a history lecture to mean something that it didn't. And Herbert Hoover's immortal chicken in every pot became pot in every chicken to hapless Lars Nirvana, who died that night of pinfeather smoke inhalation. His friends never forgot Lars Nirvana, though, and after his death they founded the Agemenon Holy Obedience Society, a lasting veneration of the name: Jo Fingers Carr. There are really many more people that I'd like to tell you about: Lydia Brassknucks, organizer of the logical women's liberation group; Melotov Finster, boy radical and vice-president of the Che Guevara Fan Club, CU chapter; Laszlo Cerebration, graduate stu- dent in Serbo-Croatian, and organizer of the CU Save Our Wart-hogs campaign; my good friend majoring in Classics, S. Thete; J.Salinger Sham, writer artist composer poet and demeaner of the typical academic life, 8-year student in English Lit, and inventor of the all-knowing scowl; Picasso Denim, sculptor supreme, artist extraordinaire, anti-establishmentarian, disciple of an ancient Eastern cult of mystics, and author of the book, How to Achieve Satori for Fun and Profit ; and there was the inscrutable H.Stokely Cleaver X., the Black Power advocate. The Scooper must leave them all. I have a number of new careers in mind. One is to become a novelist. Here's a sample of some of the sterling dramatic prose that I have already written down: Then, he tossed his money on the table. All he had was a penny. But wait! This wasn't just any penny, but the famous one red cent. So, you've gotten your hands on the infamous 'one red cent,' eh, Nivrag?, I intoned. 'Well, I just happen to be an admirer of the late Sen. Joseph McCarthy, so you can have the red sent out of here. Should my career as a novelist fail, I'd like to think up story titles for the Reader's Digest. Like this: Seven New Ways to Live with Death. And I'd like to do a Ralph Nader-like expose on God, which probably would lead to the recall of 3 billion human beings. But, I fear that I have gone on too long— about four years too long. Nonetheless, my college days have been of great benefit to me in many ways. Where else might I have learned to take the late Alexander King's question seriously: Is there a life after birth? I would have also liked to quote Mr. Oscar Levant in this piece. Mr. Levant, as you undoubtedly do not care to know, was the utterer of the line: My health is so bad, I may well become the next premier of India. But, I could not think of any way to work him in, so I will have to not mention Mr. Levant. I wanted to do something similar with Mr. Jack Douglas's remark, My brother was an only child. However, the opportunity to use that phrase did not present itself, either. Therefore, the Old Scooper would simply like to thank these gentlemen, along with a few other men, such as Mr. Steve Allen, Mr. Groucho Marx, Mr. Carl Reiner, Mr. Buck Henry, Mr. Mel Brooks and a number of other very funny men, whose examples have been of immeasurable value to me in my poor attempts to establish a few out- posts of sanity against the sea of political and per- sonal fetish. So, Scoop Superlative will burden you no longer with his tepid prose and half-baked humor. My column, as the world, ends not with a bang, nor with a whimper. My last word to you will be as the first, and probably last, act of man. Drool. Quiet and open air, trails to walk where nobody else is; food tastes a little better --corny but true. Tree-smells, pine and silver spruce, shallow clear streams, wild mountain flowers, rock slides and leafy humus forest-beds, mossy rocks. Road-side picnics, all-night in a sleeping bag built for two. Dewy grass-blades in the early morning. Stars clearer and brighter and bigger. Thin air makes hiking back and rock climbing a little harder if you're from the coast. Too many packs of cigarettes, too. Open fires and back packs and spilled beer and laughing. Yellow, shimmering aspen leaves, Christmas-card snowy peaks-rugged Rockies shrouded by curling winter clouds. iventy-eighth Year Vol. 18. No. 97 Thursday. Feb. 19. 1970 Boulder, C I CONSPIRACY' CONVICTED 'TOA Rally Today Boulder supporters of the con- ned members of the Chicago mspiracy -8 (rial plan a rally and irch starting at 2 P.M today in e UMC fountain area The protest is part of The l ay 'ter (TDA) demonstrations lcduled for the day after the rdict on the Chicago trial. The protest organi ers. some 25 idents who made plans after dnesday niglit's assembly, essed that the rally and march uld be peaceful, non-violent. Speakers at the rally will dude ASUC President imer. University ofessor Frederick Weiss, perstcin. a lawyer for grants -in - Action Program, and lhersity student Jon Hillson. Kalliers plan to march from the Fvcrsity to the Boulder C'ounty nuthouse via the Boulder High hool campus. People wanting to make isters. hand out leaflets to isses and dormitories should ect in the ASUC office before I M Pat 4 the Sentence Could R 5 Years, $10,00C CHICAGO |AP) - A federal jury convicted today five men of violence at the 1968 Democratic National Convention, and acqu seven defendants on charges of conspiracy._____________ Dash Addresses Assembly Gordon Dash, a member of the Black Students Alliance, speaks against the resolution which would abolish the Minority Relations Board. The resolution was tabled. dally pOolo by cannon CLU LAWYERS APPEAL The jury deliberated 40 hours before finding David P. Dellinger. Jerry C. Rubin, Abbott Hoffman. Thomas Hayden and Renard C. Davis guilty of crossing state lines to promote rioting. Each man faces a maximum sentence of five years in prison and a $10,000 fine. John R. Froinesand Lee Weiner were acquitted of the substantive charge, teaching the use of an incendiary device, as well as being cleared of the conspiracy count. All seven men. however, are being held in jail on contempt sentences ranging from 2’ 4 months to 2‘ i years. After the verdict. Judge Julius J. Hoffman of U.S. District Court turned down a request that the five convicted defendants be granted bond, declaring. I find the men in this trial are dangerous men to be at large. The jury of 10 women and 2 men were locked up Saturday to reach a verdict. They chose one of the two men, Edward T. Kratskc. as their foreman and he handed the verdicts to the court clerk who read them aloud shortly before 12:30 p.m. CST. iupreme Court May Judge Loyalty Oath The Colorado loyalty oath question may end up in the U.S. Supreme urt Four American Civil Liberties I nr pealed a lower court’s decision upholding the oath. The ACLU seeks to have the ipreme Court reverse an October ling in the 10th U.S. Circuit urt of Appeals upholding the nstitutionality of administering a (’ally oath to the state's public- tool teachers. Teachers at the University last ar protested the oath, which my claimed was an insult. Last I they tried to organize a group non-signers. The present oath, which went o effect last Julv I. reads “I lemnly swear (or affirm (that I II uphold the Constitution of United States and the Consti- lion of Colorado, and I will thfullv perform the duties upon lich I am about to enter.” Although the oath carries with no penalties for nonsigners, at ist one University professor had eived a notice to sign a prior th or face loss of his salary. Will in r ______________________ The U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals decision last fall stated the oath did not discriminate against teachers as a class since, the oath is an almost universal requirement of all public off icials including lawyers and judges. University President Frederick Thieme has reportedly told the Faculty Council that should the appeal be denied by the Supreme Court, he would have to take some action on the layalty oath question. Thieme said he hoped those teachers at the University who declined to lake the oath would have at least a year to reconsider or to seek positions at other schools. Reynard and the other lawyers represent 24 teachers from Metro State College. Colorado State University, Colorado State College, the Denver Public Schools.and the University. One faculty member here esti- mated at least 30 per cent of the faculty still have not signed the 03th. John Holloway, the legal counsel for the University, said Wednesday night if the appeal is denied the University administra- tion would have to terminate (stop paying) faculty members or be guilty of a criminal offense. Holloway said the law doesn't require a grace period for non- signers. If the administration wishes to extend such a grace period, Holloway said, he has no knowledge of it. Assembly Tables By GLEN NOGAMI The Student Assembly yesterday tabled a resolution which hasl rekindled the controversy over the distribution of minority fees at the I University. The resolution, presented by the Student Crusade fori American Rights (SCAR) and the Kc’nkyu Club, called for the I abolishment of the present Minority Relations Board. Kenkyu and SCAR represent the Americans of Oriental ancestry and I the American Indians, respectively, on campus. They want the Minority L Relations Board to be replaced by a Human Relations Board consisting! I of students from the American Indians, blacks, chicanos. disadvantaged I __________________________________________________________________ All newsmen were prior to entering the cou and all spectators, in relatives of five defendant, removed from the co despite defense protests. Hoffman's wile. Anita, to the judge. The 1C original defendants and th f continued on page I j Mines Childs Resign By HENRY COLT Colorado School of President Orlo Childs Wet announced his resi effective at the end semester. A reliable source told th the Childs’ announcemc nothing to do with controversies about the newspaper, the Oredigge source said Childs m; decision last summer Trustees meeting in Sepl 1968. The reason for the decisi that Childs felt lie had outl usefulness after seven y Mines president, and some new blood shot brought in. the Daily was t The trustees asked Child; announce his resignation u second semester, so the would not be gov erned by ; duck president, the continued. As a result, th no candidates for the job. the trustees didn't want t searching until Childs aim his resignation publicly Childs was not availat comment Wednesday. The Mines student coun Wednesday night and d their previous meeting. Th Feb. 12 null and void bee precedural errors. from the editorship Orcdigger at that mcclir meeting. Ycncli respond declining to continue as ec On the shores of Boulder Reservoir near Valmont-of-the-polluted-stacks there gathers each year following the passing of winter an exotic cult of sun-and-flesh worshippers. Many of the faithful are members of strange tribes that have no names, but are known only by their unusual initials that are known to have evolved in a faraway land near the Mediterran- ean. And much like the Mediterran- ean is this nearer body of water, re- plete with raft-races and inner tubes and scantily-clothed Venuses sport- ing body paint, all reminiscent of the ancient Aegian custom of get- ting sunburned. Though the win- ter be long and the danger from cut- ting one's feet on broken beer bot- tles be great, the worshippers are drawn each year in vast numbers to the enchanted waters of Valmont- near-the-polluted-stacks. Thus it is written in the book of CU. worshipping the sun god — ken jensen for the graduate federation local 1855, american federation of teachers (afl-cio) It would be easy enough to charac- terize the difficulties of graduate edu- cation at the beginning of the 'seven- ties in the traditional manner: that is, in termsof scarce fellowship support, the pedantic tyranny of faculty, the terror of comprehensive examina- tions, etc. In the realm of these etern- al problems, graduate life is certainly worse than ever. Increased enroll- ments and governmental cutbacks have made financial struggle the rule, even for the exceptional student. Graduate faculties are at once more competent and more demanding than their predecessors. In the 'fifties mere admission to graduate school was al- most a guarantee of success, and the comprehensive examination was simp- ly an affirmation of competence. Today, the comprehensive is every- thing and admission is nothing. Grad- uate matriculation is more precarious, since academic failure will most liikely occur, not at the beginning of graduate work, but after three to five years of struggle. The original perpetrators of the myth of higher education in America must survey the present graduate school situation and smile approvingly: Now we finally have the competition neces- sary to breed competence. The edu- cational efforts of the post-Sputnik era have surely thrown better people to the top of the heap. However true that may be, the heap looks a good deal different that it did before the race to the moon was contemplated. The change in academia has brought forth new difficulties which make pedantic tyranny and comprehensive exams secondary concerns at best. The most obvious manifestation of change lies in the academic job mar- ket itself. Recent national statistics show that new Ph.D's outnumber job openings anywhere from 5-to-1 to 50-to-1, depending on the field. The affiliate disciplines of the Modern Language Association alone will produce 100,000 Ph.D.'s in the next five years to fill only 16,000 positions. The aspiring graduate student who once anticipated a bright future now finds himself facing the job market like the unskilled worker. Thus, while attaining the doctoral plateau has become more of an ordeal, the re- wards are significantly less inviting. As if the competition for degrees and the job outlook were not enough, the graduate student faces a third predicament: he is responsible for an ever-increasing share of the under- graduate teaching load. A Graduate Federation survey of 34 departments and schools at the University of Colo- rado has recently shown that graduate students employed as Teaching Assis- tants and Associates are totally re- 240 sponsible for 34% of all undergraduate course sections in those departments surveyed. In addition, graduate in- structors are in some way responsible for teaching 77% of all undergraduate courses. While the graduate instructor does not generally teach junior and senior courses, he often shares sec- tions of the same course with full-time faculty. In many departments, the undergraduate has no contact with full-time faculty until his junior year. While Colorado's 852 graduate in- structors are involved in this substan- tial percentage of the teaching load, they receive only 17% of the instruc- tional dollar. More importantly, the salaries paid to T.A.'s hardly approach the minimum yearly wage for un- skilled workers. While under the in- creased professional pressure of grad- uate school, the T.A. is called upon to take up the burden of teaching with the diligence and enthusiasm of full-time faculty, but without ada- quate remuneration. The above situa- tion is hardly unique to the Univer- sity of Colorado. The figures of the Graduate Federation survey are borne out in full by a recent national survey published in the winter issue of the AAUP bulletin. The shakey argument usually advanced to justify this situation is that the in- creasing number of Teaching Assis- tant-ships and Associateships helps the university to turn out more of those Ph.D.'s so sorely needed to feed the myth of higher education. The matter of present need is certainly dubious enough. However, there is another, a more potent reason why this argument does not hold up: most universities turn out many less Ph.D.'s than they employ graduate instructors. Employ- ment as a T.A. is only recognition that one can teach on the university level. It does not portend eventual profes- sional equality with the faculty one teaches in lieu of. Obviously the grad- uate instructor first fulfills the uni- versity's need for teachers. If he should be advanced towards his degree by the remuneration,he's lucky. Frankly, the graduate student community has become one of the largest sources of cheap labor in America today. The graduate employment situation reflects many more things. The T.A.- ship is the very cause of the flooded job market. While university enroll- ments continue to mushroom, the number of full-time faculty is propor- tionately reduced. The graduate in- structor takes up the slack. Why hire faculty when we can get graduate stu- dents for next to nothing? If they don't like it, we can always wash them out for not having the proper 'professional' attitude towards the job. Never mind the increased enrollment in graduate schools and the glut on the job mar- ket, we can always use the excuse that we're different, we're building. We need a bulging graduate enrollment to help increase the numbers of faculty, to make our program 'better.' When wc arrive at the proper stage all our graduate students will get jobs. Until then, the individual must fend for him- self. If he's good enough, he'll get a job. Besides, the market is tight be- cause government would support education. So the system is exonerat- ed, rationalized, and the blame passed to everyone else. In the light of these circumstances, there seems to be no point for the graduate student to remain the intima- ted work-horse of academia. Why sub- mit to all this when there are no jobs? Certainly the Ph.D. holds more intrin- sic value than ever before, but why accept less than one's efforts to attain it's command? What is to be done is only too clear: push the university to reflect on itself and change. The new Ph.D. is merely another job-seeker on the corner with no course of action but to wait or turn to other things. As a graduate student, however, the pro- spective Ph.D. has a definite lever - his share of the teaching load. At the pre- sent it is unfortunately impossible for the graduate student to feel the same professional qualms as faculty. He can turn the burden thrust upon him, upon the very system that has driven pro- fessionalism out of graduate school. He must first force the American uni- versity to pay equitably for his services. He must push until he is either paid as a graduate instructor or hired as a new faculty member. How else can the pre- sent system be effectively attacked? 241 BLACK ART Poems are bullshit unless they are teeth or trees or lemons piled on a step. Or black ladies dying of men leaving nickel hearts beating them down. Fuck poems and they are useful, they shoot come at you, love what you are, breathe like wrestlers, or shudder strangely after pissing. We want live words of the hip world live flesh coursing blood. Hearts Brains Souls splintering fire. We want poems like fists beating niggers out of Jocks or dagger poems in the slimy bellies of the owner-jews. Black poems to smear on girdlemamma mulatto bitches whose brains are red jelly stuck between 'lizabeth taylor's toes. Stinking Whores! We want poems that kill, Assassin poems. Poems that shoot guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys with tongues pulled out and sent to Ireland. Knockoff poems for dope selling wops or slick halfwhite politicians Airplane poems, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr tuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuh . rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. . Setting fire and death to whities ass. Look at the Liberal Spokesman for the jews clutch his throat puke himself into eternity. . rrrrrrrrrr There's a negro leader pinned to a bar stool in Sarki's eyeballs melting in hot flame. Another negro leader on the steps of the white house one kneeling between the sheriff's thighs negotiating cooly for his people. Aggh stumbles across the room. Put it on him poem. Strip him naked to the world! Another bad poem cracking steel knuckles in a jewlady's mouth Poem scream poison gas on beasts in green berets Clean out the world for virtue and love. Let there be no love poems written until love can exist freely and cleanly. Let Black People understand that they are the lovers and the sons of lovers and warriors and sons of warriors Are poems poets all the loveliness here in the world We want a black poem. And a Black World. Let the world be a Black Poem And Let All Black People Speak This Poem Silently or LOUD imamu ameer barakd (leroi jones) the development of the black revolutionary artist by james t. Stewart The dilemma of the “negro” artist is that he makes assumptions based on the wrong models. He makes as- sumptions based on white models. These assumptions are not only wrong, they are even antithetical to his exis- tence. The black artist must construct models which correspond to his own reality. The models must be non-white. Our models must be consistent with a black style, our natural aesthetic styles, and our moral and spiritual styles. In doing so, we will be merely following the natural demands of our culture. These demands are surpressed in the larger (white) culture, but, nonetheless, are found in our music and in our spiritual and moral philoso- phy. Particularly in music, which hap- pens to be the purest expression of the black man in America. In Jahn Janheinz's Muntu, he tells us about temples made of mud that vanish in the rainy seasons and are erected elsewhere. They are never made of much sturdier material. The buildings and the statues in them are always made of mud. And when the rains come the buildings and the sta- tues are washed away. Likewise, most of the great Japanese artists of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries did their exquisite drawings on rice paper with black ink and spit. These were then reproduced by master en- taking a place gravers of fragile newssheets that were distributed to the people for next to nothing. These sheets were often used for wrapping fish. They were a people's newssheet. Very much like the sheets circulated in our bars today. My point is this: that in both of the examples just given, there is little concept of fixity. The work is fragile, destructible; in other words, there is a total disre- gard for the perpetuation of the pro- duct, the picture, the statue, and the temple. Is this ignorance? According to Western culture evaluations, we are led to believe so.The white researcher, the white scholar, would have us be- lieve that he rescues these valu- able pieces. He saves them from their creators, those ignorant colored peoples who would merely destroy them. Those people who do not know their value. What an auda- cious presumption! The fact is that these people did know their value. But the premises and val- ues of their creation are of another order, of another cosmology, con- structed in terms agreeing with their own particular models of existence. Perpetuation, as the white culture understands it, simply does not exist in the black culture. We know, all non-whites know, that man can not create a forever; but he can create forever. But he can only create if he creates as change. Creation is itself perpetuation and change in being. In this dialectical apprehension of reality it is the act of creation of a work as it comes into existence that is its only being. The operation of art is dialetical. Art goes. Art is not fixed. Art can not be fixed. Art is change, like music, poetry and writing are, when conceived. They must move (swing). Not necessarily as physical properties, as music and poetry do; but intrin- sically, by their very nature. But they must go spiritually, nominally. This is what makes those mud temples in Ni- geria go. Those prints in Japan. This is what makes black culture go. 245 milton henry leroi jones All while Western art forms, up to and including those of this century, were matrixed. They all had a womb, the germinative idea out of which the work evolved, or as in the tactile forms (sculpture and painting, for instance), unifying factors that welded the work together, e.g. the plot of a play, the theme of a musical composition, and the figure. The trend in contemporary white forms is toward the elimination of the matrix, in the play happenings, and in music, aleatory or random tech- niques. All of these are influenced by Eastern traditions. It is curious and sometimes amusing to see the direc- tions that these forms take. The music that black people in this country created was matrixed to some degree; but it was largely improvisa- tional also, and that aspect of it was non-matrixed. And the most meaning- ful music being created today is non- matrixed. The music of Ornette Cole- man. The sense in which revolutionary is understood is that a revolutionary is against the established order, regime, or culture. The bourgeoisie calls him a revolutionary because he threatens the established way of life-things as they are. They can not accept change, though change is inevitable. The revo- lutionary understands change. Change is what it is all about. He, is not a revo- lutionary to his people, to his com- patriots, to his comrades. He is, in- 246 stead a brother. He is a son. She is a sister, a daughter. The dialectical method is the best instrument we have for comprehend- ing physical and spiritual phenomena. It is the essential nature of being, exis- tence; it is the property of being and the “feel of being; it is the implicit sense of it. This sense, black people have. And the revolutionary artist must understand this sense of reality, this philosophy of reality which exists in all non-white cultures. We need our own conventions, a convention of pro- cedural elements, a kind of stylization, a sort of insistency which leads in- evitably to a certain kind of method- ology—a methodology affirmed by the spirit. That spirit is black. That spirit is non-white. That spirit is patois. That spirit is Samba. Voodoo. The black Baptist Chruch in the South. We are, in essence, the ingredients that will create the future. For this reason, we are misfits, estranged from the white cultural present. This is our position as black artists in these times. Historically and sociologically we are the rejected. Therefore, we must know that we are the building stones for the New Era. In our movement toward the future, ineptitude and unfitness will be an aspect of what we do. These are the words of the established order —the middle-class value judgments. We must turn these values in on them- selves. Turn them inside out and make ineptitude and unfitness desirable, even mandatory. We must even, ulti- mately, be estranged from the domi- nant culture. This estrangement must be nurtured in order to generate and energize our black artists. This means that he can not be successful in any sense that has meaning in white criti- cal evaluations. Nor can his work ever be called good in any context or meaning that could make sense to that traditional critique. 247 Revolution is fluidity. What are the criteria in times of social change? Whose criteria are they, in the first place? Are they ours or the oppress- es'? If being is change, and the sense of change is the time of change--and what is, is about to end, or is over— where are the criteria? History qualifies us to have this view. Not as some philosophical concept acting out of matter and movement— but as being. So, though the word dialectic is used, the meaning and sense of it more than the word, or what the word means, stand as postulated experience. Nothing can be postulated without fixing it in time—standing it still, so to speak. It can not be done. The white Westerner was on his way toward understanding this when he rejected the postulated systems of his philosophies; when he discarded methodology in favor of what has come to be called existentialism. But inevitably, he postulated existency; or at least, it was attempted. Therefore , existentialism got hung up in just the same way as the philosophical systems from which it has extricated itself. But we need not be bothered with that. We need merely to see how it fits; how the word dialectic fits; what change means; and what fluidity, movement and revolution mean. The purpose of writing is to enforce the sense we have of the future. The pur- pose of writing is to enforce the sense we have of responsibility--the respon- sibility of understanding our roles in the shaping of a new world. After all, experience is development; and de- velopment is destruction. The great Indian thinkers had this figured out centuries ago. That is why, in the Hindu religion, the god Siva appears— Siva, the god of destruction. All history is tailored to fit the needs of the particular people who write it. Thus, one of our negro writers failed to understand the historicity of the Nation of Islam. He failed to under- stand. This was because his assump- tions were based on white models and on a self-conscious objectivity. This is the plight of the negro man of letters, the negro intellectual who needs to demonstrate a so-called aca- demic impartiality to the white estab- lishment. Now, on the other hand, a dialectical interpretation of revolutionary black development rooted in the Western dialectic also will not do. However, inherent in the Western dialectical approach is the idea of imperceptible and gradual quantitative change;chang- es which give rise to a new state. This approach has also illustrated that there are no immutable social systems or eternal principles; and that there is only the inherency in things of con- tradictions—of opposing tendencies. It has also illustrated that the role of the science of history is to help bring about a fruition of new aggre- gates. These were all good and canoni- cal to the kind of dialectics that came out of Europe in the nineteenth centu- ry- But contemporary art is rooted in a European convention. The standards whereby its products are judged are European. However, this is merely one convention. Black culture implies, indeed engenders, for the black art- ist another order, another way of look- ing at things. It is apparent in the music of Giuseppe Logan, for example, that the references are not white or Euro- pean. But it is jazz and it is firmly rooted in the experiences of black indi- viduals in this country. These referen- ces are also found in the work of John Coltrane, Ornette Coleman, Grachan Moncur and Milford Graves. A revolutionary art is being expressed today. The anguish and aimlessness that attended our great artists of the 'forties and 'fifties and which drove most of them to early graves, to dis- sipation and dissolution is over. Mis- guided by white cultural references (the models the culture set for its individuals), and the incongruity of these models with the black reality, men like Bird were driven to willful self-destruction. There was no pro- gram. And the reality-model was in- congruous. It was a white reality- model. If Bird had had a black reality- model, it might have been different. But though Parker knew of the new development in the black culture, even helped to ferment it, he was hung up in an incompatible situation. They were contradictions both mon- strous and unbelievable. They were contradictions about the nature of black and white culture, and what that had to mean to the black indi- vidual in this society. In Bird's case, there was a dichotomy between his genius and the society. But, that he couldn't find the adequate model of being was the tragic part of the whole thing. Otherwise, things could have been more meaningful and worth- while. 251 The most persistent feature of all existence is change. In other words, it is this property which is a part of everything which exists in the world. As being, the world is change. And it is this very property that the white West denies. The West denies change, defies change resists change. But change is the basic nature of every- thing that is. Society is. Culture is. Everything that is—in society—its people and their manner of being, and the way in which they make a living. But mainly the modes of what is material, and how the material is produced. What it looks like and what it means to those who produce it and those who accept it. And this is how philosophy, art, morality and certain other things are established. But all established things are temporary, and the nature of being is , like music, changing. Art can not apologize out of existence the philosophical ethical position of the artist. After all, the artist is a man in society, and his social attitudes are just as revelant to his art as his aesthe- tic position. However, the white Wes- tern aesthetics is predicated on the idea of separating one from the other— a man's art from his actions. It is this duality that is the most distinguishable feature of Western values. Music is a social activity. Jazz music, in particular, is a social activity, parti- cipated in by artists collectively. With- in a formal context or procedure, jazz affords the participants a collective form for individual group develop- ment in a way white musical forms never did. The symphony, for instance, is a dictatorship. There is a rigidity of form and craft-practice—a virtual enslavement of the individual to the autocratic conductor. Music is a social activity in a sense that writing, painting and other arts can never be. Music is made with another. It is indulged in with others. It is the most social of the art forms except, say, architecture. But music possesses, in its essence, a prop- erty none of the other forms possesses. This property of music is its ontologi- cal procedures—the nature of which is dialectical. In other words, music possesses properties of being that come closest to the condition of life, existence. And, in that sense, I say its procedures are ontological—which doesn't mean a thing, but that music comes closest to being. This is why music teaches. This is what music teaches. The point of the whole thing is that we must emancipate our minds from Western values and standards. We must rid our minds of these values. Saying so will not be enough. We must try to shape the thinking of our people. We must goad our people by every means, remembering as Ossie Davis stated: that the task of the Negro (sic, black) writer is revolutionary by defi- nition. He must view his role vis-a-vis white Western civilization, and from this starting point in his estrangement begin to make new definitions found- ed on his own culture—on definite black values. 253 duly pivoto by hit; 800 MARCH ON REGENTS .BULLETIN ROTC BOMBED. By GIL CAMPBELL Two «perate fire-bombing incidents Sunday night and early Monday morning resulted in the destruction of two office rooms and minor damage to a University police patrol car. The first incident occured at 11:30 p.m. when gasolene was poured through a broken window and into an Air Force ROTC office. According to campus police, fumes ignited and the explosion charred one room, and blasted through a wall causing damage to the second Seventy-eighth Y«r Vnl. 18. No. 101 Monday. March 2. 1970 Boulder. Colo. Police Cite 21 For'Disturbance' Coalition May Contest Final ASUC Elections The Coalition will contest the election unless the Election Com- mission agrees to change the final ballots so the eleven-person slate appears as the Coalition” and not as Garland -Purdy. The Coalition, which finished second to John Everitt in the ASUC primaries completed Thurs- day. feels students are confused by the Garland -Purdy label. Judy Garland and Dave Purdy arc the nominal heads of the eleven-man coalition. room. Part of the outside door was splintered. No estimate of damage was available at Daily press time. Police speculate that the person responsible may have been injured by the blast which threw glass from the window about five feet into Folsom stadium. The «cond fire-bombing, at 3:45 Monday morning caused minor damage to a campus patrol vehicle parked behind Wardenburg Health Center. Campus Patrolmen Clyde Jorgensen and Bill Woodward investigated both incidents.The FBI is being called into the investigation According to Woodward, he had filed a report about 8:30 Sunday night that revolutionary slogans had been painted on the inside wall of the Stadium above the location of the blast. One slogan stated. Viet Cong napalm ROTC. Bomb Damage Demand Completi Cultural Twenty one persons, most members of United Mexican American Students (UMAS) on campus, were issued summons at about 11 p.m. Friday after refusing to leave Regent Hall. The demonstrators were charged with disturbing the peace when they stayed six hours after Regent closed. The students were orderly. and left alter accepting the summons from campus police. They refused, however, to leave before the summons were issued. Those charged arc to appear in Municipal Court at 10:30 today. The arrests ended the «cond day of protests over minority fees policies. Earlier on Friday, about 800 students held a peaceful but noisy protest at Regent. Most left in the afternoon, but 21 persons refused to leave at the 5 p.m.. closing time. The demonstrators talked by phone to University President Frederick Thieme twice Friday night. Thieme is in Florida for a committee meeting of the National Science Foundation. He said he would meet with reprerentatives of the group Monday morning to discuss its grievances. Vic Reichman, ASUC election commissioner, was not available for comment. The elections arc scheduled for Wednesday and Thursday. Bomb Does $5,000 Damage To Behavioral Sciences Bldg. In a statement issued Saturday, the Coalition said. We are a leadcrlcss body of eleven members and we believe we should be represented as such. The feedback we have received indicates a degree of confusion as to why the Coalition” Ls not on the ballot. We «e no reason why we By MARK SHAPIRO Around 2:30 Friday morning, a bomb exploded in the Behavioral Science Building at 1416 Broadway. An estimated $5.000 damage was done at the University owned building. The bombing was not discovered until 8:45, some six hours later, because the bomb cau«d only the primary explosion and no fire. The initial report was made to a University policeman, who then a detective and a homh exnert he sent jy, is in the Behavioral Science Building. Jessor was chairman of a committee which was involved with a report on minorities and their education, lessor’s committee prc«ntcd this report to the faculity council. The report called for a massive increare in University minority aid and support programs. On the basis of this report, the Faculty Council passed a resolution calling for a substantial University, -financial_commit meni___to__tnmwtr___an- Integratio i About 800 students marched o Regent Hall Friday afternoon in demonstration of support for th demands of the United Mexican American Students (UMAS) an the Black Students Alliance (BS for complete cultural integratio at the University. The rally began with the clca ing of the first six rows in tl UMC Ballroom, so. minoril students would be able to sit i front. A call was made for a brown and black speakers to con: onto the stage. Shouts of Blac Power, Chicane Power and Peopl Power were heard throughoi the meeting. A procession c Chicano marchers then cntcrc the room. The first speaker, a black wh didn’t identify hirmelf, said h wanted to clear up some mis conceptions about Thursday’ sit-in at Regent Hall. First, h said, there was no general agree ment with Thieme concernin scholarship funds. Second, th minority students aren't contcn just to have advisory status in th allocation of scholarship fundi They want complete control ove these allocations. Leaders of both UMAS and BS 1 met Thursday night and forme strategy and a list of demands fo Friday's rally. They planned peaceful march to Regent Hall. I anyone were arrested, they d cided. the whole group would b arrested. There were marshal organized to help keep the marcl orderly. Black marshals wor black armbands, Chicano marshal wore brown and a group of lav students who were organized t protect marchers rights wore red A list of seven demands wa: read at the meeting in th ballroom. They included: 1) Adequate funding for minor ity programs for the rest of th year. An estimated $70 -80.00C is needed for this. 2) Complete control of minority programs by minority gro. s. 3) The power to annoinl -nin 257 It all started when State Attorney General Duke Dunbar announced shortly after the spring semester began that the minority scholarship fee CU students had voted to impose upon themselves in the spring of 1969 was illegal. The fee, adopted by a student referendum, assessed a five dollar mandatory charge per student, to go to a scholarship fund expressly for the use of minority students only. Black, chicano and indian students were to benefit from the monies. But Dunbar said that the fund discriminated against needy white students, and was in viola- tion of federal civil rights laws. Shortly afterward. University President Fred- erick Thieme said that he would act in com- plete compliance with directives from Dun- bar's office. Subsequent meetings between Thieme and minority students to arrive at an agreement concerning the use of the funds short of cur- tailing the scholarship were fruitless. On Thursday, February 26th, the impasse was broken, or at least given a new dimension. In the morning about 35 black students occu- pied the third floor of Regents Hall, the same floor that houses Thieme's office. Thieme was not in Boulder at the time, but the students marched around the floor, chanting No more pigs in our community and Black Power, among other things. In a separate but similar demonstration in the afternoon, about 350 chicano and white stu- dents marched on Regents. About 30 chicanos sat in on the third floor in front of Thieme's office frequently chanting Viva la raza. The main point of contention by both blacks and chicanos was that the minority scholar- ship fund should be controlled and distribu- ted by the minorities themselves. Previously, the Board of Regents had established a Minor- ity Program Committee to oversee the minor- ity scholarship program. On Friday, February 27, roughly 800 students marched on Regents in support of the minority students demands. The United-Mexican A- merican Students and the Black Student Alli- ance jointly issued seven demands to Presi- dent Thieme concerning control of minority funds, retaining of the minority scholarship fee, and calling for a strong commitment by the University for continued emphasis on minority student recruitment and aid. Thieme was still out of town, so the group agreed to meet with him the following Mon- day, and to put our educations on the line if no agreement could be reached. 260 self-determination or bust... by the police. On Tuesday the complexion of the dispute changed, however, as the chicano students accepted a written statement from Thieme complying with three of their demands. An expected sit-in and confrontation in Regents Hall was averted by a vote of the chicanos in the group of some 1,000 marchers. A contin- uing commitment to recruitment of chicano students, summer tutoring and expansion of the minority program was pledged by Thieme. A number of white radicals were openly dis- appointed about the chicano decision, believ- ing that UMAS had been “bought off.” Others felt that it was the best thing for the chicanos to do in their own interest, instead of what white radicals wished them to do. In any case, a threat of violent confrontation seemed to abate with the chicano decision, leaving the position of the black students, who did not accept the chicano terms, some- what vague. As of early March, the chance of violent confrontation between the University administration and students had been dulled, as so often in the past. The Movement” has never found a long-lasting home at CU. But with the continuation of mysterious and possibly politically-motivated bombings on and near campus in late February and early March, the campus remained tense and open confrontation remained a possibility. and finally. . . mutual agreement 263 They were neither the best nor the worst of times, though there were those who insightfully compared them to the flavor of tepid water taken from Varsity Pond at the height of the algae season. In short, the Revolution did not begin at the Uni- versity of Colorado in school year 1969-70, as it has been wont not to do in the past. Things were close at times, and with the copy deadline for this yearbook coming in early March, we'll look pretty silly if the Bastille is stormed in mid-April. But if the first two-thirds of the year were any in- dication, Shakespeare's observations about sound and fury and what it signifies are apropos in this centu- ry also. The school year began officially on Sept. 1, and plunged almost at once into a state of perpetual ten- sion between the University's administration with its new president, Dr. Frederick P. Thieme, who came to CU to succeed the resigned Dr. Joseph R. Smiley, and students. The Students for a Democratic Society, banned dur- ing the previous school year, were occupying space in the University Memorial Center against the will of the administration and the Board of Regents. The dispute between the Regents and faculty members not wishing to sign the ever-controversial loyalty oath went into U.S. District Court in Denver, and students were planning a mill-in in hopes of preventing an underground nuclear explosion at Project Ruli- son's western slope site. The blast, designed to free underground natural gas for use by a private com- pany, was claimed unsafe and probable to contam- inate the area by many. On the night of Sept. 3 the University weathered one of the worst nights of violence--and tragedy--in its history, with separate incidents on the hill and near the CU observatory. What began as an argument, reportedly set off by a racial slur on a chicano student in a local night spot, snowballed into a near-riot as a crowd of 300 stu- dents, many chicanos, broke windows, uprooted street signs and milled in angry groups around the area. One student was arrested, and several scuffles broke out with MACE-wielding police. Police wisely left the scene, and after about 90 minutes the crowd dis- persed. About 45 minutes after the hill disturbance ended, at 1:15 a.m., 19-year-old Daron Gene Bayless, a non- student, was fatally wounded by a gunshot to the head by Bonded Security Guard Adlofo Cornejo. Cornejo, guarding an area used by the National Cen- ter for Atmospheric Research, was attempting to fire a warning shot over the heads of youths appearing to be breaking into cars in a parking lot near the ob- servatory. The shot struck Bayless in the right temple. The youth died at 5:45 a.m. at Boulder Community Hospital. The two incidents were seen as related in the minds of many. A week of marches and statements by chi- canos protesting police harassment, a campaign to get campus police to disarm, and a demanded in- vestigation into the use of Bonded Security Guards followed. No charges were filed against Cornejo, and the up- roar slowly abated. On Sept. 7 a large outdoor concert in Folsom Field which included such name groups as The Byrds and the Steve Miller Blues Band brought a little bit of Woodstock to CU and altered the violent atmosphere of the earlier week. It also brought a disturbing the peace charge against ASUC President Pat Stimer, as irate Boulderites pro- tested late-night fireworks at the concert. Charges were dropped on Oct. 29. On Sept. 9, the Boulder Tenants Union formed to battle the rising cost of housing in the Boulder CU area, and fought a losing struggle with the University Townhouse Corp. for the rest of the first semester to withhold rent until rates were lowered. On Sept. 18 the Boulder SDS, led by student Arnie Zaler, held an “illegal meeting in the UMC attended by the press and high University officials. Though it was a coup for the group, it was just about their last hurrah. After two small marches attempting to dis- rupt ROTC drill, the SDS saw the handwriting on the wall and was never seen again. October found the Faculty Council voting to retain Arts and Sciences course requirements, appearances by Ameer Baraka and Dr. Benjamin Spock, an up- tempo homecoming, a 30-7 football upset over Indiana in the Folsom Field snow, and above all, the Oct. 15 Vietnam War Moratorium. A day of discussion, leafleting and anti-war snow sculptings preceded a march by candlelight of some 3,000 students and townspeople as the nation de- monstrated its dismay with the U.S. military involve- ment in Vietnam. Plans immediately began for a two- day November moratorium. Also in October, the cloak-and-dagger rumor of Beatle Paul McCartney's death, which swept CU as well. Even McCartney himself could not persuade many that he was indeed alive. Also, Brian McQuerrey became the second of five charged under the Colorado campus disorder law to stand trail in Boulder. McQuerrey and co-defend- ants John Buttny, Bartel Broussard, and Cornelius Collier were all found guilty of various violations of the law as their trials progressed through the rest of 1969. Only defendant Ed Rosenburg was found not guilty. That verdict was returned on Jan. 29,1970. November found the BTU campaign against UTC at low ebb. A scheduled rent strike was postponed as legal and financial chaos beset the disorganized group. On Nov. 13-14 a surprisingly large carry over of anti- war feeling remained, as several thousand participat- ed in Vietnam war Moratorium activities in Boulder. From there only CU's 45-32 beating of Kansas State and a bid to play in the Liberty Bowl against Alabama, which CU won, marked November. December got off to a pleasant start for many, as bingo Nixon-style determined the fate of most young men in college vis-a-vis the military with the ever-popular draft lottery. The rest of the month was devoted to finals, Christ- mas shopping, and the battle of the light brigades on Flagstaff Mountain, as student and town groups fought over whether lighted symbols other than a huge star (e.g.—a peace symbol) might also adorn the mountainside. It went to court, in the true Christmas spirit. Spring found new flaps, such as the revival of the case of the missing professor, Thomas Riha, but the most energy was spent in minority student demands con- cerning scholarship funds, culminating in three marches on Regents Hall and administration con- cessions, and figuring out a mysterious series of bombings, which included a $5,000 -in-damages blast in an ROTC office. And perhaps the best was yet to come. By the time you have finished leafing through the pages of this yearbook, it is hoped that you might have captured a glimpse of a time that is uniquely your own. As a statement of any year, a yearbook is necessarily limited in that it is an attempt to pack age a process that is evolving and changing, headin off in new directions, even as the model itself is ing built. That model is in this sense the yearbook, and the process is the pattern of events in all the mani- fold complexities that intersect to form the moment we experience. This yearbook has undergone extensive revision of the format employed in previous Coloradans whole sections were eliminated and new ones were added. In the belief that a yearbook is meaningless and out-dated unless it is expressive of its own mo- ment, we have tried to sum up both a year, and a decade - namely the 1960's, which have had an im- measurable influence on the quality of our daily experience, in each of our lives, in this year 1970. How we move through each day, as an entity of a larger unity; and how we encounter, command, and communicate the expression of one's own per- ceptions speaks directly of the value and meaning of moments integrated into harmonious or dissonant experience. The quality of that experience is the key question one which individuals more or less con- front as they recognize its importance to their selves in relation to an exterior reality. In the final analysis this yearbook will be successful only if it contributes to that quality of experience. The test will be whether it grows more valuable with the passing of the process of time and whether or not it contributes a perspective or crystallization of something currently moving, to be used .ultimately las a means of communication. co-editors: james h. lee sueellen harrison 1970 Coloradan staff Managing Editor Co-Editors Business Mgr. Asst. Business Mgr. Copy Editor Asst. Copy Editor Organizations Copy and Proofreaders Index and Exchange Head Typist Seniors Asst. Residences Organizations Greeks Asst. Receptionist Typists Head Photographer Photographers Mike Dougherty Sue Ellen Harrison James H. Lee Pete Arnold Jim Benway Steve Volstad Pam Patrick Jim Keeton Sally Johnson Carol Strauss Kathy Bankoff Cindy Berg Mary Hafka Heidi Hoffman Sue Siegel Sue Underdahl Barbara Priestly Dick Provost Betsy Goldsmith Kathy Tilden Rick Taylor Suzanne Paar Sharon McGann Cam Smith Joan Harrison Kris Lesiw Anne Castle Joan Laage Robert Moseley Shelley Wood Robin Reed Dave Smith Bill Hegy Tom Nance Al Lenzi Sue Ellisberg Dick Snyder Ian Zucker Greg Walz Dedrick Allen special credits to: douglas duncan, michael scmak, thomas weir, barry Stott for photography avant garde, marvel comics, zap comics, and brillig works wide world photos and gcorge ward photos loren markley for collages and john lurkin for art work gary knudson for tape recording and photography services the anonymous book-end sitter rod pudim for cartoons peter philbin, kent tobiska, and marcel arsenault for poetry pres, thieme for the interview waiter weir, kenneth boulding, molly osborne, ken iensen, sieve volstad, joan fulks, pat stimer, jon hillson, frank bell, and jim lee for essays particularly to bill Jacobs, jerry van amerongen and american yearbook company in general for making our effort possible ••