Portland State University - Viking Yearbook (Portland, OR)

Text from Pages 1 - 164 of the 1972 volume:

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It was like a three year long sauna bath complete with cold sho When I finally got out I ended up in Portland but it could have been LA. or Bismarck, South Dakota, jus as easily. I didn't start going to P.S.U. immediately. I mean I kind of sat around fora Iittlewhile, put in some 'road time after that and finally went to work for private detective agency. It wasn't at all like Mannix.l don't know which I hated th most: the actual work I was doing orjust work in general I started at P.S.U. two year ago when I needed money an had to choose between robbi a bank or letting the US. government out me through school. School seemed the wiser decision at the time. Al first I hated it but after a while I got to like the idea of a school that wasn't full of the usual rah-rah bullshit. Now I'm majoring in English and I could even dig going to graduate school here. Don't get me wrong; this university has plenty of flaws, problem etc., like giant classes, a teacher shortage and people who would trade grass for cement, leaving the Park Blocks looking like some kin of bad dream from the 21 st century. I guess the best part of going to school here is the fact that nobody pushes you If you want to get involved, you can. On the other hand, i you don't, you can be as anonymous as Harold Stasse iiU i .. :2 w 2mm . u Something happened this ye Greg Wolfe said that it was a state of financial exigency' Others said that the students were tu rnedoff by rhetoric, burned-out by confrontatio turned inward in despair. But, the important truth we more nearly that we took a good look at ourselves and a PSU and we laughed For if laughter is a catharsis for grief, now then our mourning is over. We laughed quietly at first, then ironically, then with increasing confidence as we looked around us at the waste and fool ishness, the petty decisions, the arbitrar impediments to learning, the absurd system of accou nting that curtailed spending for needed academic programs allowing superfluous buildin to continue unchecked an we settled down to change the University, with a little help from our friends. ,, 74., W1 MM At first, we changed by simply not enrolling at PSU. Tuitions increased, enrollme decreased . Vote with your fee as the old folks say, and many of us did by walking to the nearest community col leg for cheaper ful ly-transferable credits. Voting via the ballot box was yet another way to effect change: the voting age was lowered to eighteen, and over seventy per cent of us newly eligible to vote registered at PSU. It made a difference, too, as a cigarette tax was approved statewide thanks in large part to heavy support in university areas, which would have been grievously hurt had the tax monies been withheld. Draft law changes wiped out the 2-8 student deferment for the men, and nobody was drafted out of the classroom this year. . . but the hated war continued. ' -'91HMuLI ' ' w. 10 w W av w m m w W H , m w a H MN m w u M W One of us was killed this year, not in the Mekong, but shot down right outside his house here in Portland. wast year we lost another brother, an Arab brother, senselessly and sadly . . A From death through life we traveled, meeting friends both new and old along the way, becoming lovers, becoming wed, even becoming parents. We even learned this year, some from books and some fro friends and some from those teachers who somehow transcended caste lines and met us more than haIf-way. Where must be a special Hell for bad teachers where they all are condemned forever to listen to poorly prepared lectures delivered in an uninteliigible monotoneJ Whose of us students who are inattentive and lazy are, of course, living our own heH and imposing it upon our friends as wellj u M Tilt :u WWW nwumulm 11 12 . ma. . 'W 1 iii imilmlm . jinn; e r W350 , But the credit-hour system did make ninnies of us all, except those enrolled in innovative Honors programs. Lectures and sequences? They smacked of the Medieval approach to Grace through paid absolutions and dispensations. No, the answers were not easily apparent. Yes, the age-old questions were still to be asked . .. by each Woman and Man alike: Who am I?What does it mean to be a citizen of the USA? Does it matter? Why? What is to be done? How may we all live together in peace? For some of us Religion was the Rock-Jesus or Krishna. Faith of another sort anchored many of the rest of us. We began to understand that our Earth is Whole, that we are one with all living things whether air, water, earth, or fellow creatures. We began to truly KNOW that we su rvive together or perish together. . .l P v w w , H M : 3 u W N W W w 13 So, here we were, ten thousanr strong, beginning to come 3 together again. We studied, we worked, and we got-off e36 in our own ways. And this year we laughed, because we real ized that the future is ours if only we have the wits and will . . .We can make the Desert bloom. lncrediblework, but this time-not for vast personal wealth and meretricious values-for healthy human bei in a harmonious community i a wholeworld. Utopian? Yep! tW WAWH W W WW 3 t W3 W m t W t 3 W W W W I Wu W W MW 3 ' uWW-w at W, MWWMM 14 W W uh uv ' w r Hu'ww :w W W mm M M m J , MM w W: w v m w UL W x m m W W W W Mm; W H mm W MM W M W m u I Mm; l W : ' - M W W mu W M W mu W W W 16 m J W u Hmu H W ; X + - H H J u H n a h .M; MN ' .. 7 . 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A multi-million conglomerate built on a pile of sand. Really just an old river bank waiting for the Willamette River to claim it again. The next revelation was the subterranean stream running beneath the Park Blocks that is used to cool the buildings in the summer. Ah yes, how about a mill race flowing through the Park Blocks, laying on the grassy banks, catching trout and drinking wine between Classes? But no, the City of Portland and the PSU Office of Facilities and Planning had a different idea. A big construction project, an economic shot in the arm, give the hard hats a job, pour a lot of concrete, give the Drake Construction Company a break. And after all, only concrete would fit with the concrete bastions called Portland State that have gradual ly replaced the time-honored structu res and community on this- Portland's original site. First there was mud-acres of it. Then came the concrete. For PSU veterans of May 1970 when the City's new riot squad was turned loose on the medical unit of the striking students in their first and hopefully last adventure in mindless brutality, the concrete geometry looked like a rat maze. Fifty percent more grass! cried J. Malcolm McMinn, PSU director of Facilities and Planning. Many couldn't believe it or in it. For others who valued the worn yet dignified and familiar old look of those Park Blocks the initial effect was shock and dismay. Too much was sacrificed, they said, and too little gained. Would the ancient and venerable trees, now hung with 22 electric lights and surrounded by concrete, survive? Then the pouring stopped and the muddy areas could be imagined filled with grass. No automobiles circled the blocks trailing poison gasses and burning rubber. On sunny days people were sitting on the newly instal led benches. A bagpiper strides through amazing the children and dogs; frisbees fly; and no curbs bar the wheelchairs from passing. A large wooden play structure is erected much to the delight of the children in the PSU Child Care Center. Never mind the concrete tree stumps with their blinding lights; smaller bulbs can be put in. But still the automobiles nag: the hundreds of thousands of dol lars expended on concrete while needed student services are curtai led and academic programsare frozen; the Placement Center eliminated; Counseling Center pared; library hours curtailed, and teachers fired or asked to retire. Why not just block off the streets? Too easy, perhaps. In 1971-72 Portland State got its mall. But the City of Portland announced through the person of Park Commissioner Francis lvancie that permits for use of the new mall would have to be obtained through his office. Trees come and trees go, the life of concrete is only a hundred years; but the power game goes on. NM 23 24 . . :'m r .m v f ' . xu . uw ; 25 m m: CW w, u w wmm .7 a - Hm W , Likw w d ' Mr '1 A MM M Wu WW ' d 11me 11 v .1, mm u-Ew-q u 1 1111-1 11 .11 11111113wa 11 WWW 11-1 1 ' . , v' . ' , m 11. 11, '1 11' 1 M r , - , u 1 , .- - .111 '1 1 11 1 11 . , W. 1 11 ,1..L A w 1 1 11H ,1 111 27 The problem with the K-House is that I love it. K-House-Koinonia House-633 S. W. Montgomery Street. The problem with the K-House is that it is a $300,000 palace, and a palace supported by Christians, a palace run by good liberal activists; and believe me, the K-House is doing good things. The K-House is involved with draft counseling, runaway programs, tree schools, seminars and classes on anything from mysticism to changing life styles. KuHouse tries to be flexible, but not amorphous. Most of all, the K-House is involved with personal, independent counseling. The main problem with K-House is that it's run by human beings. The K-House is not flawless. The K-House is a political vanguard trying to bridge the gap between traditions and far-out ideas. The K-House is constantly up against the wall about money, but the K-House is not so strapped that it is going to fall down or crumble, even if the $300,000 palace is built on a bed of sand. I have been involved with the K-House since1960, longer than anyone on the staff, and probably longer than most on the board. In the early years, the first seven years, the Koinonia House was simply a campus ministry which existed in several buildings, each time being forced to move because of the over-expanding university. In those years, I recall the K-House being mostly a social club for good Christians. The college kids in those days sat around and played cards and listened to the relevant liberal theological theories of the day. And of course, there was individual ministry, where you could go to the minister or priest, and seek personal guidance. I went through several ministers and priests in those days about my sexual hang-ups and my religious problem. Those ministers and priests probably saved my life, probably kept my 28 body and soul together, probably kept me from plunging a knife into my guts. And they did not stop me from making sarcastic remarks about Christianity. They tried to tell me to be more realistic, but that did not stop me. I guess the beginning of K-House activism was the Agora Coffeehouse, which I helped to get started, but which I later detested. i always thought the Agora was good, but I did not like to go there. They did not serve booze and in those days I was into drinking. Furthermore, the atmosphere of the Agora seemed so far removed from the realities l was seeking. Even today, the K-House in some ways to me is far too serious about its future existence, and is not commiting itself to day to day living and day to day confrontation of problems which relate to the people of the hard core inner city. Because this paper is a love story about the K-House, I feel the need to tell my own personal feelings. In a way I am a K-House minister. l have made a subconscious commitment to the K-House. I am a non-Christian. I am a spastic. I am lecherous. I am a chauvinist. And my bag is to make people think and to do more than think-to fill 'tiI their guts wretch and their souls bleed. I guess you could call this the K-House ego, and I have a bad case of it. Many times I get frustrated because the K-House seems to be a pi I Iar of respectability in spite of the long hairs and the liberal challenges to society. Basically, by acknowledging any love for the K-House, l aIso am acknowledging my self-deniai of anarchy and my own ability to be too serious. The problem with the K-House is in my head. The problem with the K-House is that I cannot separate myself from it, and that may be the problem with this article. The problem with the K-House is that I love it. ,, M m . 30 M W w m 1H u r hHT For the PSU Poetry Committee, 1971-72 was a year of progress. Sponsored by the Cultural Affairs Board, fu nded by student incidental tees, and advised by Henry Carlile, its greatest responsibility was bringing poetry to the students. The Committee volunteers put energy Behind student dollars, committing about an hour for every dol Iar subsidized. The Committee brought outstanding local and national poets to PSU; taped the readings of many of these poets; created a poetry information center tPICT; published a bi-weekly poetry calendar; began openmiketworkshop as an alternative resource in poetry education. The Audio-Visua! Department tape library now has readings by William Stafford, Sen. Eugene McCarthy, Kathleen Fraser, Michael Dennis Browne, Anthony Hecht, Robert Duncan and John Woods. The effect of these efforts soon spread into the community, providing Portland with a valuable service and establishing Portland State as a center for poetry. Portland is fast becoming a nationally recognized center for poetry. Among the national figures residing in the Portland area is William Stafford, dean of the Portland poets and former poetry consultant to the Library of Congress. Associated at Lewis and Clark with Stafford are poets Vern Rutsala and Anthony Ostroff. Kathleen Fraser and Kenneth 0. Hanson Reed College, Jon Anderson tU. of Portlandt, Robert Krieger tClackamas Community CollegeT Bill Benton UVluseum Art SchooH, and Stanley Radhuber, Henry Carlile, Sandra McPherson, Carlos Reyes tPSUT, provide a seasoned background and reputation for Portland. A new crop of poets continued to makes its presence felt again this year. Included in this group are Greg Keith, Bob Phillips, John Bartels, Flooney tBen HardyT, AI Harris, Juanita, Walt Curtis, Carol Shaw, Charlene Lowry, Jeff Wal ker, E. G. White-Swift. They are the new generation of poets coming out from the shelter of PSU. 32 IWWWWWMWWWWWWWMWWWWW WWWWWWWMWWW WMMWWWWW-WWWW W WMWWW WWMWM MWHHWWW: 'WWWWWHWWWWWWW WMVMMMW WW WW WWW WWMHWW WWW WWW WWW WW4WWW WNW W Wmmmm WW w WwwhW WWWW WWWWWWW mt! . m a WWW: I - $1.- 7 , W WWW W W J ... October JJJ J J J J J J JJ J J JJJ JJJ J J Dick Bakkenzformer PSU JJJ JJ JJ J JJ JJ JJJ J J professor JJ JJJJ JJ J J JJ Ngvgmber . WJIIIam Stafford: LeWIs and JJ JJ JJ JJ J JJ J Clark College Kathleen Fraser: Reed College Sen. Eugene McCarthy: U. of J J JJ JJ Maryland Anthony Hecht: Pulitzer Prize winner, New York December Michael Dennis Brown, U. of Minnesota January Henry Carlile: PSU Jon Anderson: U. of Portland Chris Howell: U. of Massachusetts David P. 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M M1 hWWM 37 Interview with a Parent-Member of the PSU Child Care Center Board of Directors Well, I think the Child Care Center is a community service, and from all indications there is really a need for the service. Right now it's al located to low-income people which makes it impossible for most faculty people and people who work for the University to use it. That ought to be changed. The Center ought to be a service for the University as a whole. it you are working and get over this minimum income-$4OO for one kid and $500 for two-you have to pay full tilt. This isjust prohibitive, because full serVice rates are more than a lot of nurseries in Portland.l think it's really necessary to rewrite the Center's constitution so there is a quota for people in the University community. Then you can make a really integrated center. Otherwise you will get an unbalanced profile. Is the Center moving into the Fruit and Flower building down the street when they move in to their new building? There's some real question about this expansion, because the staff feels they shouldn't expand until they get their stuff together and make it something more than minimal day care. Their feeling is that the environment they have now is pretty minimal, that it's overcrowded, and that there aren't enough toys or facilities for the kids to use. And they don't want to move into the Fruit and Flower building until they get that straightened out. They don't want the same situation just magnified by more kids like they will have if they move to Fruit and Flower. Howis your relationship with the University administration? The University is anxious about the administrator's job right now because ours resigned. There are a lot of qualified people around, though, and we've numerous applications. The new administrator won't take over until June, but if she were around she could do preparatory work. How is the administrator picked? Six parents of kids at the center sit on the nineamember Board of Directors, which has complete control over policy and hiring and firing. What is allocated to the Director and the staff is each Board's responsibility. Once the salaries and job definitions have been decided upon they can't be changed until the next year. We're trying to change the salaries next year so the staff will get more money. 38 Who are the peopIe on the staff? Mostly young people in their early twenties. it's a really nice, relaxed, comfortable atmosphere. Nice people. Are they all University students? Most of them are students working toward their teaching credentials. Most of them have a little teaching background. Some have B.A. degrees and are after M.A.'s. And some have kids of their own. What kind of shifts do they pull? Generally they pull four and five hour shifts. I think there are two seven hour shifts. It keeps the teachers from getting super-exhausted, and a lot of teachers go to school part-time. Are the kids stilI eating in the Montgomery Cafe in the basement of the Portland Studen t Services building? Yes, they buy University food and eat it in the Montgomery Cafe. The Cafe felt they couldn't put the food out for the money offered. The University food isn't better though. Those problems will be solved if the center moves into Fruit and Flower. You have a child going there. Do you think that's a bad thing for your kid? No. I think it's a nice adventure. It's neat to meet other people. i think that's one of the good things about being located here at the school. It's good feedback for the students too. It makes it more normal to have those kids whooping and hollering in the Park Blocks and in the Cafe. One area where closer co-operation might be sought is using more of the services within the University. The kids have started using the gymnasium and they're going to have a teacher work with them on dancing next term. I think there are a lot of in-kind programs that could be developed around people within the University who might be interested in working out with the Child Care Center. Especially if we are going to have ninety kids at Fruit and Flower. There's a real reluctance which i agree with not to make it some kind of experiment and having adults peer in at the kids. But it's getting so there's a more normalized relationship between the kids and the University as they learn what they can use and what they can't. : MM wwumuu Hu HWH M w mewuwwth m JMMMMquw uw HW uMMMW WI1 Wm m M Mm M W 1wHWWxHW -u udMWW LN wthW UMWH MU W whimL MN WWW W W W WW W W W W W W WWW A MONSTER MENU i W Here is a menu that monsters love. 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Broadway, police have put barricades across the street on each side of the Benson Hotel where the President will arrive by mid-afternoon. By three p.m. there are a couple hundred people behind each barricade. Our barricade is a little Closer to the hotel; across the street is the marbled columned US. National Bank building. The Portland cops, in yellow rain slickers, are standing in front of the barricades marked City of Portland. Dept. of Public Works, making sure no one breaks through. No need to worry just now though, because most of the people here came to get a touch of the divi ne flesh if they can. There's a smell of immortality in the air; a nearness to the gods. A young blonde woman in a purple raincoat next to me clutches a polaroid camera in her hand. Two older women, their hair bleached and elaborately styled, are standing expectantly on my other side. The awful possibility flashes into my head that they've been to the beauty parlor on the off-chance of meeting President Nixon face to face. Most of the crowd is in a respectfui mood. There are Clean-Cut junior executives with their wives iit's Saturdayt, not un-American looking teenagers, and a man with a worn face and greasy hair near the barricades who looks like Johnny Cash; he's here to see the President, too. There are a few Iong-haired scruffy 42 looking people, but they are scattered through the crowd and don't seem prepared to start any trouble. Some Quakers are standing quietly in the back of the crowd with a long Study War No More sign. The big street action has been planned for a couple of hours later, at 5:30 p.m., when a Meet Nixon protest march is starting from a park ten blocks away. Suddenly there's a noise overhead, and there's a large brown helicopter flying low, making an authoritative WHOOSH. Everybody looks up with excited anticipation. The helicopter cirCIes a few yards above a tall building, then climbs over the American tiag waving on the roof. lflash on similar U.S. aircraft in Asia killing and destroying. The helicopter seems about to land on the bank rooftop. Everybody's looking up expectantly pointing at the loud machine hovering overhead. I feel a thrill more iike an angry chill bei ng so close to a power so insistent in its latent destructiveness. But the hel icopter doesn't land; it's a decoy. Then there are cop cars, their blue lights whirling in front of us. A limousine door opens. We are standing on our tiptoes but can't see much through the squad cars and yellow raincoats. I catch a glimpse of a gray suit and then it's gone. A chant starts . . . Drop dead! Drop dead ! The blue lights keep whirling and it's over. The President has gone and gone. The girl in the purple raincoat lowers her camera and a disappointed chatter sets in. Did you see him? No. Did hego in? I think he RAN to the door. At least he could have waved . . .after we voted for him. The Big Executive is gone, swallowed up by the swank hotel; and as the unhappy fact of the matter sinks in the crowd behind our barricade thins. A guy starts to Climb a pole on the corner. Get down, a cop orders him; and he does. Come on Dickie, face the people! a freak t 1' i ii iii? Hi ii ti iii tit ii iiiiii H yi i a ti. What's he been doin'? Overthrowin' the guvment. yel ls up at the hotel; but it's no use. The police stand in front of the barricades, gu ns buckled outside their raincoats; but they're more relaxed now. A man in a suit and tie wearing a radio earplug confers with the cops on the corner. At first he looks like a political commentator, maybe Rowland Evans; but on closer examination he seems to be a security man-very official and seIf-important. He walksalong the line of cops in the street, properly aloof, like an executive with weighty matters on his mind. Do you work for the President? I ask. For a few moments it's nip and tuck if his duties include talking to a disheveled longhair. Hefinally murmurs something incomprehensible and shakes his head slightly. Do you work for the Portland police then? I persist; he controls a kind of half grin and walks back to the curb. The closest cop chats with the people behind the barricade. Not very exciting, is it? he asks affably. He smiles. With his red sideburns coming out under his hat he looks like a friendly neighbor. He stares at my leaflets and I hand him one. No, I'll just look, he says. A man with a foreign accent breaks in. He'd get in trouble if he took that, the man says. If I got into trouble for taking that, it would be a pretty poor situation, the cop saysl rolling his eyes a little. A few minutes later the executive security man walks by again and stands a few feet in front of us. Do you enjoy your work? I ask him. Sure, he says, a little pleased by the question, meet a lot of good people this way. I'm about to remark that if he enjoys his job it's pretty rare, but he's looking over my shoulder at a bag a longhaired guy has near his foot. Just milk bottles, the guy volunteers quickly. I was going to return them but I wanted to see the President first. The executive cop nods permissively. That's 0. K., he says, go about your busi ness. A sarcastic voice behind me says I got a machine gun in mine; I'm going to shoot him. The security manls half-grin freezes. He looks like a hot-shotjanitor who's stumbled into a big pile of shit in the lobby. His expression Changes to studied unconcern and he drifts back to a crowd of plainclothes cops on the corner. It starts raining a little harder and soon I'm back into my rap with the red-haired cop. It's an interesting question, he says. just how possible it is to protect a man like the President. . . it's an interesting question. The job is getting harder all the time. He talks earnestly, as if, Gosh, these are really interesting questions. Another question is how about the mi IIions of people the President is responsible for killing, I say. Well, the cop says, there are supposed to be three ways to stabilize the world. First with alliances. Then there's collective security, and the third way is world government. I guess we haven't been able to get to the last two. I'm going through the Pentagon Papers right now, he continues, It's pretty dry reading, but it shows how in publ ic they were saying one thing and in private memorandums it wasjust coId-blooded power politics. While he's talking, the executive security man has come back from the curb with a uniformed cop and is pointing out someone in the crowd. I nod in agreement to what the red-haired cop's been saying. It's a real shame, he says, all the energy and resources we have diverted. l nod some more across the wet barricades. We'll try another march down here in a few minutes and see if that does any good. The cop smiles, Take care of yourself, he says. Norman Solomon 43 44 Ah! The Food Service . .. Dyspepsia, dour looks from the supervisors, and minimal nutritional content for the captive students. Could a student find a square meal at one of the many food service facilities located in Smith Memorial Center? The Main Cafeteria? Nearly all items there are pre-cooked, prewrapped, processed, nearly pre-digested, and priced in the most perverse manner . . . If you liked instant coffee or your own brand of tea tand even brought your own makings, cup, and spoonl it would stillcost15 cents for the hot Bul Irun water. Even McDonald's served better hamburgers. No, the Cafeteria was not the place to gain that radiant glow of health. The Viking Bar? Sorry, no mead, no smorgasbord. Only watery orange juice, and pastry so unappetizing it seemed day-old when first delivered. Upstairs next is the Portland Room. Here, for ninety cents, the soup and salad line beckons. Probably the best bargain in the joint, if you were able to tolerate the supercilious stares of the odd faculty and administrative troglodyte. Final ly there was the Cascade Room-fondly nicknamed the Cascade Gorge Room-where the daily order of business is to load the steam table with roast beef sliced thin as gruel. All you can eat for $1.40 lunch and $1.70 dinner. But, don't think that the food service office hadn't anticipated the possibility that the students might enjoy dining in a civi Iized setting, relaxing with friends. If you wanted to have a seat in the Gorge Room you had to eat. Even your mother or your father, your wife or your husband, wasn't allowed to sit with you. Even if they were not hungry they HAD to eat, because otherwise a hirel ing would slink over to your table and tell them they would have to leave. Such tact! What if the P.S.U. Food Service served good, nutritious, fresh, and fairly priced food? The student dreamt that impossible dream, while teeth decayed and stomach burned. , . N y 1 m3 mMWM W w L - 7 ,m WM M h H le W 45 Lentil Soup Cream of Asparagus Soup .30 Minestrone Soup .25 Ambrosia Salad .35 Polka Dot Salad .35 Marinated Bean Salad .35 Waldorf Salad .35 Arabian Peach Mold .35 Sunshine Jello Salad .35 Roast leerman .47 Pancakes Beef SteakJeriyaki .47 Veal Scallopini .47 N.Y. 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I am completely humble in my attitude toward the mystery of life, and accept gratefully such intuitions as come to me from the writings of the mystics, and from works of art. Sir Herbert Read u m V H H M? NH w ; . u , N n 1 1 ML 1 d x'f u- 4 w W L : 1 1! H J IN N nu U M N W mm W H M W v R M 5O 3 WWW w: W LWHJHW M W M w mvi n W 52 R Left: Flooney, Huss Upper right: Lenwood Davis, active Director of Black Studies Center Clarence Berry, first recipient of Black Studies Certificate ML :1 i t x J, W Y 1 d u A h w u MM WU w 1H u:J 11 ;4 11 mirt-uh W WW1 : MM W 1H M Hr-mgmjl .w N V -, .r' ,-.77; w. 53 An interview with the first employee of Portland Student Services Corporation. PSS was started with some real hard work by Stan Amy, John Werneken, and other students three years ago. THey felt the University was making a gross error with this neighborhood tearing down all the housing and making big parking lots-those damn gravel parking lots you see surrounding PSS housing. The Portland Development Commission was buying up and destroying the buildings, then delivering the leveled ground to the University. They started a class to find out about housing around the University. Wel I, they did a fine study of the housing in the PSU campusarea. At that time, pre-Cambodia, there was high student interest. They decided to take over some of the buildings in the area and renovate them for student housing. They lobbied in a very effective way and the State Board of Higher Education said, 'Let's give it a try.' We took over the first of nine buildings in the fall of 1969 and renovated them through January of 1970 and have been in operation ever since. I was involved in the work on the buildings and when we took them over some were really wiped out. Not only was it a natural winner, because the State Board wouldn't let the University build student housing; but also the State Board real ly came through. That's where the authority for managing the nine buildings came from. The authority to build the 16-story, Goose Hollow high rise was selfapropelled. The student-tenant members of the Corporation applied to the Board of Directors of PSS saying Maybe we should look into buying more old buildings.' The answer to the student housing problem was not necessarily a new building. We've had opportunities to manage student housing around Good Samaritan Hospital in NW Portland, but the Board of Directors decided against it and possibly moving out some 54 more people who were already in that neighborhood. I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that money was more readily available for new housing than for old buildings. Also the older places might fall apart and the Board wasn't sure they could rent them. IEditor's note: In conversations with Board members they pointed out that the high rise is the actual base of the Corporation now and that they felt that without the three million dollars from the federal government to build the high rise the State Board might have withdrawn its support and refused to renew the oneeyear leases on the nine buildingsl There are four students on the Board of Directors. There are also three community members-Bill Wessinger, Vice-President of Blitz Weinhard Brewery, Lyman Seely, who works for the First National Bank, and John Olsen, a Standard Insurance executive. The students control the voice; but they made a major mistake, I think, allowing their Board of Directors to be nearly professional employees of the Corporation. There is one Board member right now, George Miller, who still performs funky duties. One thing he does is clean old sofas and stuff out of the build ings. On the other hand, Werneken, Norm Boise, and Craig Donaldson did the most work on the building. They were the professionals who did the studies and went about getting the three million dollars from the federal government to build it. I see the Board as basically student professionals, high-powered student politicians. That has its merits and also its demerits as far as listening to what the student- tenants are saying. They work for dollars on plans for new housing and then pass on it. The point is that since they were elected to the Board of Directors I doubt very much that they have been listening to the tenants. A few of them havee George Miller being one and Nancy Kellogg being another. A good example is that although Board elections are in early April they cannot find students interested in taking positions on the Board. I think students look at the Corporation as being very professional, which they have to be to build a three million dollar building. Asmall, homespun group probably couldn't do it. it's a very bureaucratic organization. It has a quarter of a million dollar income each year on rents alone for the nine buildings. To perform all that requires a lot of paper work. I think a lot of students feel that is beyond student control. I also see it that way at times. Although it's supposed to be a tenant-run organization I seriously question that it is that now. There's a thing called the Tenants' Council that actually elects the student members to the Board. There have been some dynamic people on the Council but at times it just falters. They get into petty politics that are stifling to wel I-intentioned people who can't see all the bureaucracy and look at it as getting in the way. If the Council can't function I cant see the Board as being representative. I see a large gap between those students who are tenants paying rent to live in the buildings and student members of the Board of Directors actual ly making the decisions about how students are going to live. This question has brought some employee dissent, some tenant dissent, and I think has created an overwhelming apathy in this neighborhood. Most if not all the student members of the Board are Social Science majors. Quite liberal, very fine guys. Many take their major work in courses involving housing so they become uni-dimensional. I'm scared of that uni-dimensionality. They work 40 hours a week running PSS. Most of their courses involve the same people and the same professors-Urban Studies or whatever-and they develop tunnel 56 vision. They see things only in terms of housing. While it's an important issue, it's not the only issue. They come up very blind to what's happening in ecology and other student movements around the University. Then they can't speak the language of the students because they talk professional housingelike 'front end money' and other things I don't understand. Maybe this language is necessary but I don't think they have a grounding in the student community and the street community. That they have little touch with the students as you ng people is very unfortu nate and may lead to the demise of PSS as a student-run corporation. It would then become a professional housing corporation. You know, wearing a liberal face but basical Iy a business, a very large business, with little student input, with no programs complementing the housing program, no old people, or duplexes for families with kids. Now they should slow down on housing and go back and start working on other sorts of programs they helped set up like the Montgomery Cafe and the Child Care Center. I'd like to see lots of co-ops. Between the time the Corporation was started and now, the impetus to go big and modern with that I6-story building led them to change their approach to things. Now they have a business approach. Now tenants are known as numbers. You are 402 ' Blackstone or $38.00 behind in your rent or those kinds of things. They aren't Bill, Tom, Sue, Debbie or whatever; they are IBM ledger cards now. The impersonality is overwhelming. You know we have tenants who have been in the buildings for a year and still come to Portland Student Services, walk up to the rental desk and still ask who to make their check out to. Obviously they are not very involved in the Corporation. I think we would still have a funky, interesting, student-run organization if they had stayed with the nine buildings. . mcoum HOUSING PROGRAM 2-: mm m mnrmm-cm ,' mun mu I H: I.- ' w: ,. d! W As far as the building being on an earth fault and the Envirnomental Impact Statement are concerned, it was a case of Housing and Urban Development IHUDI not being very good and P88 moving too fast to check all that out. But HUD finally came through with the Impact Statement and the work never stopped. In the newspapers it looked as though the Foothills League had scored against the high rise, but it was only a moral victory. This week the building is l3-stories high and will soon be Itopped out' as they say. You'll read about that in the papers too. I 'm not sure how many houses in Goose Hollow were torn down to make room for the high rise. And I'm not sure we should talk about how many physical structu res were demolished as much as we should talk about community spirit. They said, 'Well, it'sjust a bunch of ratty old housing.' There's no doubt a lot of that housi ng was old and ratty. For instance, the summer before one burned down they just let it go. But I think it was the case that Goose Hollow had something . . . I don't know about old houses duplexed up with a toilet upstairs . . . I don't know about that. But l do know there was some sense of community there and it has been wiped out. And I cry for that. IEditor's note: Members of the PSS Board of Directors pointed out that tight control over the accounting procedures for rental of the buildings might actually save students from being accidentally screwed by the system.l l think a good many students said 'no' to the big building, some number of staff members said 'no' to the big building, and even a Board member or two had strong reservations. But it was such a good political job the way it was put together, that people said 'Oh well, what the hell,' and walked away in disgust. They wanted to go very fast, get the damn thing up there; and they were very worried about the leases on the nine buildings. I think they just went too fast. It was a first time effort too. But I think there 58 is something very wrong when the lawyer for PSS told the newspapers that students weren't concerned about noise after the Foothills League pointed out the drawbacks of locating next to the freeway. Interview with a member of the Board of Directors of the Portland Recycling Team, Inc. PSS has been very lenient allowing me, with a littlewedging, to begin an experiment with recycling. We now run a recycling center which PSS founded. PSS was running it for their buildings and let me use a truck. PSS has financially supported the Recycling Center and lobbied with the University to rent the building we are in. OSPI RG helped us go community-wide; and, although they couldn't help us financially because of their bylaws, they have given us secretarial assistance. But now the Center is a separate corporation with no formal ties to either PSS or OSPI RG. It's ridiculous to set up a recycl ing center that can't stand on its own two feet. They were good enough to help us and now we can make it alone. I think both PSS and OSPI FIG can do a lot for the students in setting up things students are interested in. G ive things a try, perhaps a six month experimental period if students seem real Iy interested in them. And to get back to my own bag fora minute, I think that's the way reoycl ing has to go. The impetus doesn't come from large operations like ours; it comes from interested citizens. Portland Student Services Nine on-campus buildings: St. Helens Stratford King Albert Adeline Blackstone Maryanne Montgomery Parkway Birmingham 310 apartments- 102 bedrooms 2153Ieeping rooms Rents: $36.00 to $120.00 650 student tenants Eight month waiting list Managed by PSS: Maraba West-83 sleeping rooms Built and managed by P88 16 story building in Goose Hollow Efficiency, 18a bedroom apts. $80.00, $101.00, 8i $120.00+ 400 student tenants-Iest.l E; x To the Editor: I believe it is important for me to make my feelings understood about the History of Science and the General Science Department. For that reason I make the following statement: The History of Science cannot possibly su rvive for long as an exciting or meaningful program at Portland State University under the administrative organization being proposed by the Col lege of Science. The approach suggests an almost total lack of concern for the program and a good deal of ignorance of the subject. No program can survive, let alone develop, without concerned leadership. The organization being planned for the History of Science is such that the course will be left without any administrative supervision. The Dean's iKarl Dittmer-Col lege of Sciencel office will do the scheduling of classes. Instructors for the course will apparently be selected from the different discipline departments if they are interested in teaching the subject. There will be no one to recruit special ists in the History of Science, no one to encourage innovation, no one to encourage cohesiveness in the various sections. Faculty members will have their allegiances to the disciplines of biology, chemistry, physicsand geology, and in spite of all the platitudes to the contrary, will bejudged by their peers according to their contribution in those fields. The History of Science is a specialty. But more than that, when handled properly, it can be a powerful vehicle for giving insight into the meaning of contemporary science and making friends among the non-scientists. lts value to the sciences has been adequately demonstrated at PSU by the goodwill the course had engendered among the student body. This makes it all the more amazing that the administration would plan to treat the program with such lack of concern. The History of Science has been well administered by the General Science Department for many years. It has grown and prospered under administrations that understood it, cared for it and nutured it. The nonsense destruction of the department will have many unfortunate repercussions in the future, only one being the decimation of the History of Science courses. The reasons behind the destruction of the A study by an Ad Hoc committee appointed by 60 General Science Department are totally unclear. Vice-President Blumel last year recommended the General Science Department's value to the academic community. The decision was made that it should continue as a department with some modifications. The sudden announcement of its abol ishment in December put the faculty of the department into a state of shock. The arguments for its abolishment were economic, but that makes no sense at all. It is the most economic program in the col lege now and the courses must sti ll be taught by someone. Already the Physics Department is apparently recruiting someone to teach the astronomy course. The only saving that will be made will be the elimination of the head of the department, namely me. My own personal position in the History of Science actually appears tenuous. The dean of the College of Science assures me that I can teach the History of Science next year, but criticizes my policies in teaching the subject and reminds me that no instructor has proprietary rights to any course. His attitude, coupled with comments made by other administrative personnel in the Col lege of Science makes me wonder about the kind of decisions that will be made in the future concerning me and the History of Science. At the present, I feel total Iy demoralized and betrayed by the university. I would like nothing better than to teach History of Science at Portland State University, but I see the decisions being such as to show no concern for the History of Science, the teaching of science to non-science majors, and my personnel involvement in the program. Therefore, I have decided that I should not plan to teach the History of Science next year. I have been assigned to the Biology Department and I will expect to make my major contribution, while I am still at the university, in doing research in entomology. That seems to be the only accepted activity at Portland State University. Sincerely, Dennis W. Boddy Vanguard, March 10, 1972 PSU President Gregory Wolfe Jan.25, 1972 ASPSU meeting I didn 't even know about it un til it happened. . . hirings and firings go on in this university everyday without me knowing it. lOn the firing of PSU Spanish teacher Carlos Reyes! Purged Professors Top Left, Carlos Reyes Top Right, Bruce Kaiser Lower, Gary Waller lThree of many staff and faculty forced into early retirement or firedJ HNNNNNNN NNN NNNWNNNNNNNN NNN N NNN, N N NNNNNN NNNNNNN NNN NNNNNNNNNN N N NNN N NNNNNN N NNNNNNNN NNN N N NN NN NN NNNNNN NN NNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNN NN NN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNN N N N NMNNQ NN NNNN NNNNNNN NN NNN N 4N NN NNNNN NNNNN N N N NNNNN N N N N N N NNN NNN NNN NNNNN N NNN NNN NNNNNN I I NNNNNNNNNNNNNNINNNNNNNNNN , . 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Arthur Honeyman Feb. 8, 1971 rm WW Financially Successful Films Goddard: 2 or 3 Things I Know About Her Marx Brothers: Big Stoeray at the Races Truffaut: Wild ChilXmVlississippi Mermaid Ann Arbor and Bellevue Film Festivals John and Yoko Financial Flops IcWMe and My Brother When I'm Dead and White Au Hasard Balthazar Thomas the lmposter Attendance 1971-72: 50,000 eyes mstj Member American Film Institute Guiding Lights: Dave Gettman and Paul Dennis Merriam x H W W h u ' H V i 00 w 00 r i W ; M u 0 u 0 M m W 0 0 0 W m 0 W V J u 0 00 mm W w 0W' w, 49: JR 0 M H J W' M 0 MW u 00 MW w m an WWH W 031$de H: 0 0 00 v 0 J M u q M 31 u 0 0 'WHHWIWH .0 :u WW uh 66 1971-72 was another year of ups and downs for the Film Committee. Interest in film peaked a few years ago; since then both audience numbers and the number of student volunteers helping on the committee has varied. This year the range of volunteers was from fifteen to three. A small committee force is unable to adequately publicize committee programs. Thus, during the month of February when many members left the committee to work on a film on alternative lifestyles, the balance of the Film Committee budget dropped from about $3,000.00 in the black to about $250.00 in the red. Nevertheless the comm ittee was able to end the year with a strong program of northwest premieres. Included in this series were Women in Revolt by Andy Warhol, Luminous Procuress with the Cockettes, Maidstone by Norman Mailer, and a collection of shorts from the New York Erotic Film Festival. Other programs throughout the year were equally successful. Recognized directors, such as Jean-Luc Godard l Two or Three Thingsl Know About Her l and Francois Truffaut i The Wild Child and Mississippi Mermaid l, drew capacity crowds. Older films continued to be popular. A Day at the Races and The Big Store with the Marx Brothers, The Adventures of Robin Hood with Errol Flynn, and Tarzan and His lVlate with Johnny Weissmuller were all well received. Highlight programs fromthe Bellevue and Ann Arbor Film Festivals became increasingly popular. Unfortunately, more people were turned away from the last Ann Arbor program than were able to get in. The most successful program of the year was The Films of John and Yoko. One thousand eight hundred and fifty-four people turned out on one Saturday evening in January. This program holds the all-time Film Committee record for the most people at one showing and for the highest total in one day. Most of the audience, however, found the fi lms to be tedious and lacking in entertainment. The future of the Film Committee remains uncertain. An extensive film program requires a lot of volunteer help; the availability of that help cannot be predicted. Lincoln Hall is also scheduled to be remodeled. The committee has no idea at the moment what facilities it will be able to use in the future. Top left: Candy Darling, the prettiest female impersonator extant. From Women in Revolt , an Andy Warhol film. Top right: A scene from Luminous Procuress , a Steven Arnold film which featured male nuns, mimes, automatons, transvestites, monkeys, aI models, musclemen, whores, vegetable people, Sufi holymen, kewpie dolls, fairy godmothers, and wonders upon wonders. Bottom: A normal evening with the Film Committee doing their thing. mm , h i ..I W. .. 1 1 . W .tu m 67 68 Most of the news this year for the student newspaper was bureaucratic news; budgets, reshuffling of administrative positions, firing of faculty and staff, and of course, football, Portland State's own white elephant. But while there wasn't much of the stop the presses news of former years, the Vanguard didn't idle with the times. With the help of a federal grant, Metropolis, a Vanguard supplement, zeroed in on the community and the city-its assets, its problems and its neglects. Interviews with the men and women in Portland's government, planning, and power structure provided needed insights as to the direction Portland is taking as an urban area. Of course, you can't please all of the people all of the time. Certain PSU administrators felt the Vanguard should devote less space to urban developments and more to affairs within the university. Ironically, it was these same people who suggested and hinted strongly that the Vanguard should consider going otf-campus and becoming an independent student newspaper. It would be a pleasurable relief for PSU President Gregory Wolfe twho has no prior censorship of the paperl not to be ultimately responsible for the Vanguard at university level. A photo of John Lennon and Yoko Ono na ked brought much criticism from those who must not have bathroom mirrors. An ambitious District Attorney created a media furor, which came to nothing, but he garnered hours of invaluable TV and radio time in the process. It was sufficient provocation, however, to reactivate a slumbering PSU task force created to study and recommend action on possible Vanguard independence. The comm ittee decided that in light of PSU's geographical location and its proximity to two large dailies, an independent Vanguard would have a short life. But while the administration was keeping close tabs on the paper, the Vanguard was staring right back at the administration. It was reported that the head of the Campus Safety and Security Office was spending quite a bit of time off campus. Further checking with the C880 staff revealed ebbing morale and interoffice quarrels. A few weeks after the story broke the security chief quietly resigned. On the lighter side, two special parody supplements were created by former Vanguard staffer Bob Meyer. Charade, a ta ke-oft' on the Sunday magazineParade, and Readers Disgust brought more comment lfavorable and otherwisel than any single Vanguard feature this year. But not all the actions of the Vanguard was visible in type this year. A major milestone was passed when the paper purchased its own typesetting equipment. Previously, copy had to be sent to a printer, sometimes located as many as 20 miles away, then ferried back to be pasted up, and finally sent off to the press. With its own photo-typesetting machinery, the Vanguard eliminated the printer-middleman, pushed back deadlines, allowed greater flexibility, increased the number of pages that could be printed and put more money into student wages. But a lot of things didn't get reported in the paper this year. . . things like Kay Corbett retiring to administrative Siberia on student monies. . . student government returning to the era of the early '50's. .. lsecretl planning of a PSU Pacific Rim Studies Center which would foster economic benefits under the guise of educationeits main focus to enhance international trade markets in Oregon ...a Black head coach being hired while the university is under pressure for discriminating against women and minorities. .. PSU's non-compliance with federal Equal Opportunities law could mean the loss of $4 million in federal grants. New blood fits in well with State Board of Higher Education member Ed Westerdahl's plan to revive the cold gridder's corpse through the mechanism of the moribund alumni Viking Club . . .Student budget committee going to the expense of polling the students to see how they wanted their money spent and going ahead and al locating the money the way they were going to anyway-even though 65 percent of students polled voted to abolish or curtail football funding . . .and Don Read leaving the university with the Don Read Plan ta budget that chopped out materials and equipment for ath Ietics below the bare essentialsl, with Read padding the budget with salary allotments for himself in two places and squeaking in salaries to recover lost FTE in HPE . . .and Bob Low really knowing the true facts behind flying saucers, but not telling . . . and bureaucrats managing to retain positions of authority although they are well into the age of senility . . . and of course the university sti ll operates under the bel ietc that the students are here for the sake of the university not vice versa-and students blandly go along with it. y M 1 w My w , yv u 7O I don't think the media represen ts us as a faction, except for the Vanguard. 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It could be easyeit never was somehow. Today might be different. I thought of various approaches-the costume, that was very important-l became, after all, the soul of my dress. What to weartoday, I thought, departmental meeting later in the afternoonecouple of classes earl ier-the functional al l-purpose approach was in order; I could make a couple of trips. A special effect for the afternoon - I marveled at my subtle wit, so early in the morning too. My god, how would I function after the new pot? I smiled in anticipation. Yah, that's what I'd do-two trips-the classes first then back to regroup, redress, and re-advance. I'd join the meeting seven minutes late wearing a slightly inappropriate costume, fumble at the coffee machine, then make my way to the back of the room. That should make it about eleven minutes into the session- maybe a pipe this time; it'd been about a year since I used that ploy. It was about time to bring it back. Of course I wouldn't say anything in the meeting-that would be the beauty of it. I 'd just sit there and eye the speakersel 'd intensify my uncommitted glaremnow and then I'd avert my eyes pretending I was thinking and puff once or twice. I'd make it through that one. And after it was over I'd stay seated-l 'd shift my image ever so slightly- it would be a good day after all. The water was boiling. Phase two had started; now coffee was only minutes away. Everything with style, I thought. I poured the water into the dripper-the slow tapping began-beautiful filtered fumes drifted up- Yes, I thought, I'd make this day in style. By then I'd gotten dressed-white tu rtle-neck, quite worn blue wash and wear trousers, hush puppies, and the lecture coat-yes-the smelly tweed with the button gone on the left sleeve and the lining showing on the right-yes, an acceptable costume. That plus my week-old beard made me a reasonable image-a reasonable man. I always seemed to have one week beards. I took two weeks to grow them, of courseethat was part of my approach. On and off twice a term-keep them wondering-keep them off balance. Keep shifting the image, always present a fresh perspective. Say little and appear wise. It was a pretty good formula. If you didn't have much to offer you had to have a formula, I'd been working on my formula for years. At one time I even made myself believe I didn't have one. Now I knew better. I had a good practice gomg. l sliced some bread and made two big thick cheese and ham sandwiches with kosher pickles. I winced at the combination. Then I smiled. They looked good-they would taste good. I wondered which student would watch me mutter through lunch- maybe two students, maybe three, maybe the department head. The office hour-that's a good time for lunch. Keep them wondering, God, Mr. Hall doesn't even have time to eat they'd say. He is really over-worked! And my desk, that always adds to the image. I don't really know what's on it anymore. Forms, applications, book reviews, recommendations, old lectures, composition papers, papers stacked up to eighteen inches in some places. It I didn't have the term breaks I wouldn't be able to see over the pile. Those were the good times in the yeareno students, no ringing telephone, no meetings, no image to keep in shapeejust a slow sorting, a shifting of contents, a Clearing of the desk. I stuffed the sandwiches into my kitbag along with an apple from Sheridan's and some Greek olives from Corno's 8t an adjustable wrench-I might need it-I'd loaned my pliers to Tony who'd been having trouble with his bike. Matter of fact, Tony had trouble with his bicycle almost every day. If it wasn't a flat, his handlebars had been stolen, or his light or his fenders. One time his bike had fallen over on him and bent out of shape. When he told me me about it, it seemed strange. Tony is 6 foot 4 and weighs 260 pounds, and his bike is a lightweight. Maybe he had fallen on the bicycle and in getting up he'd gotten confused about the sequence of events. It could have been that way. I'd ask him about it next time-maybe after the departmental meeting. I tossed down some more coffee and headed for the cellar. The cel Iar is wherel keep my wine-l buy it in bulk and rebottle it in bottles I have shipped over from Europe. I also have bicycles and skis down there. I keep a huge stock- I could probably outfit a ski patrol if I wanted to- if the revolution didn't last more than the winter season we could hold IVIr. Hood. That would be wild. I wouldn't have to face anymore of those classes. Ack, I'd almost erased my duties out of mind. I'd almost forgotten about this morning's class-I had better get cracking. I chose an old 90 brown three-speed with ful l-Cover chain guard. I wondered why I'd picked that one. On yes,l remembered that I was going to make a commercial today. Yes I had a commercial to do directly after the meeting. That was one of my moonl ighting jobs. The TV stations paid pretty well. Then too, the movie studios did also. They kept sending me scripts-l have no idea how they got my name. The scripts and cheques kept coming-l kept making comments and suggestions and kept sending the scripts back. It was a pleasant cycle-l didn't have to face anyone there. I wondered when that one would come to an end. Besides those two jobs I drove that Sear's truck on weekends and had the lecture series at the museum; Today, students, I should like to acquaint you with Scandinavian jewelry found in certain recentIy-discovered grave sites in central Sweden dating from around 843 AD. You will note in the slides Iin the close-ups at any ratel the feeling of the Orient-your feeling is quite in order, quite in order . . . there is, after all, considerable influence. . . . Yes, I liked the job-l could be droll, severe, use my best accents, repeat, gesture, pun, smile knowingly and relaxenot at all like my classes-God, what a differencel! Those one-shot sessions, with a new group everytime, they were good, a shot in the arm, a reward, I suppose, for 1,000 years at the university-2,000 years perhapsll It was pleasant, smiling history, but it wasn't getting me to school. I had to escape this smiling history, sober up, think straight, and try to make my class. I had to make most of my classes. There was the department and its rules. It was a bit uptight about misseseit didn't care what you did as long as you were therewyou could merely appear and do nothinge-the silent fifty minutes-three days a week ten weeks per term. And there were those who did just that. As long as you showed most of the time you were in good shape. Chairman Fred's directive flashed past my eyes: Boys, I want a swinging department-l want you to swing-l want you to swing into every Class every day swingingly and if you can't swing, attend! I couldn't put my finger on the quote but it must have come from Shakespeare; that was Fred's bag and he was good at it too. He managed to get a three hundred student section and then had the computer center run a check on the class list. They chose the brightest kids, on somebody's scale, and from the list he got ten instructors for his three hundred students. He then gave a pep talk about teaching experience and then sent the ten off to deal with the masses. Ten weeks later he signed the grade cards and his teachers filled in the grades-it was an honest experiment. Fred was OK-he spoke like a whirlwind, drunk or sober-he was kind, understanding, a nice guy. He also kept his reserve commission in the army-he was a light-colonel in some security section. His job was to save our art if we were losing. He left every summer for Georgia to do his duty. And every school year started off with a browned Fred, dashing off directives on letterhead. Fred was a born calvary officeresometimes I think he thought of us as mules. But he rode herd pleasantly. He was an example to us. I was glad he didn't drink on campus-but then again, the rules were Clear. The state didn't appreciate liquoreit didn't want its teachers drunk, or drinking, and it didn't want its property defiled. By now I was fully awake and ready to try the ride to school. I wheeled my bike up the ramp and out of the house-I put down the kickstand and ran back into the house to bolt the doors. If you didn't bolt doors in my neighborhood, you lost your doors-you were in trouble. I didn't take any chances, I had a lot to lose-l had all those costumes, the skis, the bikes, the gadgets- I wouldn't be me, I couldn't teach without my props. l hurried from door to door double bolting. There was that idea that if they really wanted to get in they would but that didn't really bother me. In my house it was getting back out that was trouble. I had my bolts padlocked to steel door frames. You'd have to file and saw for weeks to get through one-l had at least two to each door. The big stuff I had in the house they couldn't get out, the small stuff would have to be taken out through the windows-too much bother and too much mess for most of them. Finally I was ready. I grabbed my kitbag and found my keys and dashed out. Once on my bike seat I felt power-new thoughts came to minde- l'll start a bicycle revolutionl! I'd ban the automobile, in the city anyway, and reclaim the city as one huge utopian park with walking, strolling and bicycle mallsewow, that's a nice dream, I thought. But meanwhile, I'm alone, I'm only one against those tin-can hordeseit's dangerous to cycle alone. Then too, I'm not really alone. There is Tony, and Frank and Jack and some guys in Science and some others in the Art Department- Ah, the officer corps!!! l was happy in that thought. Well, I'd gotten away-l was heading for the bridge- I'd make it now for sure. But my record had really been quite good this term. I'd made it almost every time so far, surely I could miss today. I could call in from a cafe,or a phone booth. The departmental secretary, she's very sweet, would mark my board-she'd leave a note for my classes: Professor J. Barrington Hall has to fly to Helsinki this morning, or Brussels. He'll be back day after tomorrow on the evening Pan Am flight from London. Meanwhile, do what you would normally do-what ever that is? Yes, I could do that. There was a pay phone just across the bridge near the post office . . . Brussels, that's it. I wonder if I have two dimes on me-I'll need two for the calls, one to Kathy at the department one to Franklin at the Foreign Office. I only had one. I could call D.C. first and the department later. No, by the time I got 91 WWWWWWWWWWWW WWWWWW WW WWWWWWWWW WWW WWWWWk WWW WW WWWWWW WWWWWWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWWW WWW W W W WWW W W W' WWWWWWWWW W W WW WW WWWWWWW WWW WWW W WWWW WWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWWWW W W WWWWWW WWWWWWWWWW WW 1 WW W WWW WWW WW W WWWW m WWWWWWW Wm H WW WWW WW WW W WWW u WWW WW WW W W WWW WWWWWWW WWW W W Sig: W through, the first class would already, in theory anyway, be underway. No, I'd just have to call Kathy and then have her call the long distance operator to call me at the pay phone-a good ploy, I'll do it. Hall, you are one shrewd bicyclist-not much of a teacher, but at least you survive. I stopped-I was in the middle of the Broadway Bridge. The wind lifted the bill of my skimmer, my white immigrant cap-l thought about the countries beyond the river and London, Brussels, Copenhagen. I'd rather sailwl could spend all year getting there- the damned State Department. That directive said: The cheapest, fastest, one-way, most direct, route fl ight. I'd already flown too much- perhaps I could get a sea-going grant. But a ploy like that would take days to work out, I had only hours. My ploys always worked somehow. But a sea-going grant would take finesse. No, I'd have to go by air one more time-I'd need much more time for a big year-deal. And for the present I'd play it cooI-I'd make my classes. I'd arrange the flight from my office while eating my lunch in front of a few students and then, yeah, about half way through the departmental meeting I'd have Kathy come in with a note. I was urgently needed in Brussels. I could ask Karl to run me to the airport-nice. Karl would enjoy getting out-maybe I could even arrange a passage for two. Let's see, why would NATO need Karl? Perhaps he could give a paper on OSCAR WI LDE AND NATO: DUAL TRAGEDY? or THE LAW AND WI LDE: A STUDY OF EARLY NATO TREATIES. Yes, I think the State Department would buy that, but would Franklin? He could write it on the plane. But would he go? Of course!! But then again there was Barbara and the thirteen children. Barbara would understand, NATO needed Karl, and Brussels would be good for him. And he'd only be gone for three days. And he could bring duty-free liquor back. Yes, Barbara would approve. I smiled, in a few hours Karl and I would be sitting on the evening flight over the pole sipping cognac, saying quite, quite and . . . all sorts of good things shot through my mind. I zipped past the booth, the post office, and through the lower Park BIocks-it would be smooth sailing today-much to look forward to, I'd be able to face those classes with ease. I stopped at the stop signs, waited at the lights, took my time. . .then I remembered I still had to talk Franklin into the travel voucher, and it would be a battle this time. Mr. Nixon was making all kinds of crazy cutseperhaps IVIr. Rodgers had told him about Franklin. Perhaps Franklin wasn't in charge of European programs anymore. But they could always use me in Brussels-I had after all finished a paper on the devaluation of the Finnish Mark and I had predicted it Ito the decimall two years before the devaluation, at my last State Department debriefing. Yes, they would welcome Assistant Professor of English Jason Barrington Hall of the Portland State University. Oreaon and Clerk of the yet unfounded institution, TH E BI CYCLE LOBBY. I got to school. I racked my bike and started into South Park Hall. I stopped, Why was I in a rush, a real rush? Why was I hurrying? I went back to the rack for a moment and then entered the next building, directly across from South Park. Smith Center was a better way to get into the complex anyway-the stairs weren't so steep, and there was always a chance of running into the president or the head of honoursethere was always a chance to make points or to lay the ground fora new ploy. I ran up the stairs, not because I was rushing, but because I was giving the illusion of being in a hurry-I always rush for illusion's sake. I made it to the fourth floor, I stopped, glanced at the ads on the student's billboard and started across the airwalk back to South Park and my office. Just my luck, the head of honours, Dr. Biermanewas bouncing inel'd miss him if I used the pillar-no luck, his eye caught my almost invisible form, I 'd have to say something. But I wasn't ready just yet, I'd be on the spot-he'd see through me this time, I almost bought it last round-why, my God, did I always get myself in spots? And why did I smile as I almost didn't get out of them? 0 K, Hal I, what are you into today? I wondered at the phrasing-not at all like Jud-maybe he had something reallv Dressinq on this mornina and couldn't think of a good What's new Hall line I slowed my gait and dropped a spuruof-theumoment bombe l 'm going to run for the U.S. Senate, as a Hawk! I sped away just catching the response How the hell do you get the energy. . .? I shot up the stairs and made it into my door without any other members of the department seeing me. That's not hard, actually, due to the rotten layout of the building-l only had to pass 357 feet of open space and ten office doors-l'd made it for sure. I breathed-I started to sweat-I'd really made it- now just to work up the courage to face three classes and that phone-it would start ringing soon- it should have started already-maybe it was out of order maybe it wouldn't ring all dayel could stay in the office all day-l'd listen for the right time, reach out and hang a sign on my doorethen I'd have to hold my breath . . . but I could do it, I'd had the practice and technique-I'd do it by God, I could call Kathy, from home, of course, she would post my Classes, she could even post my office for that matter-but what if she came in?- she wouldn't-she wouldn't especially if she heard me breathing-she knows my game too, I'm afraid. Bierman and Kathy-I wonder if anyone else is on to me-maybe I'd better look around for another post-maybe I should really apply for the president's job at northern Michigan-Marquette- it would be coId-not much trouble really, memos- they after al I, wrote me first about it. It 93 wasn't that I took the first step. The door started rumbling. Karl Sandgraf-he must have seen me on the ramp-damn-I'd have to go for coffee and then everyone would know I was on the campus. . . . I'd have to answer, he'd start calling: Hall, I know you're in there-why are you hiding HaII-HaIIeHaII and he'd keep it up until the divisional secretary would pop out her head and say: Dr. Sandgraf, would you like me to let you in Mr. Hall's office? I'd have to face Karl . . . I'd go to coffee. . . . Hold on Karl Gustav Adolphus . . . I've been in a trance . . . I'll be there in a second. Karl, the coffee, the exchanges with other mem- bers of the Department, the thirty-seven students in and out of the office and my classes zipped past me so quickly I didn't realize that I was through for the day; that I was free-Ioose to shake at something else. I just stood by the bicycle rack, numb, unable to get in motion. I'd forgotten something. It's funny, you think I would learn after all my numb-times, but I didn't. I don't seem to remember history. I just continue to lean back against my grandmother's photographic memory and forget things. My God, Emma's good-third grade education and a photographic mind-a good combination-the wizard woman of the western world! If I'd only known about her when l was thirteen-I 'd have gotten control of most of the rotten and evil empires by now-who knowswhere I'd be. I wished for Granny's mind and memory but that didn't make it happen. My mind was good, quick, thought oddly, but I couldn't photograph and that was my downfall. I kept forgetting things and appointments, I kept losing notes; I kept notes on notes but lost those also. If only I wouldn't pretend to myself. If I had my ship in order I could run tight with the wind but I'd probably bust my gut or my mainmast. No, it was much better hovering about two sheets to the wind with flappy saiIs-a condition no one Iespecially my colleaguesl could know about or understand. Franklin, that was it. I'd forgotten to call him and now it was too late. D.C. was closed for the night; the State Department Operator was down for the evening. There was little hope of raising anyone, tomorrow would have to do. If I could only make it, a diversion, a new flit. Yes I'd invent another crutch. I'd told Bierman I was running for the Senatewl'd run, I'd follow it up, I'd really do it. I'd announce and then fly off for the NATO conference. Franklin had a secret number-I 'd almost forgotten. I'd written it on the inside flap of my bicycle bag the time I had to fly Japan Air from London to meet Finnair in Madrid-God, what a day that had been. Pan Am screws up again. I smiled in memory. I had been booked on the New Yorkl London flight to connect with BEA to Helsinki. Pam Am booked me on a non-existent flight to Finland out of London. I 94 ended up flying Japan Air to Frankfurt, RAT lRoumania AirTransportl to Madrid and Finnair to Helsinki. What a day, that day! The only thing that saved me was a number on the napkin on the RAT flight-it was Franklin's secret D.C. number-it has been with me ever since. I'd call him at home and set up the run to Brussels. Then I'd call the Chamber of Commerce and arrange, no, I'd call the Hilton, they owed me a favor-I'd call the Hilton and arrange for The Pavilion Room. Then I'd ring the press-there would be seven mikes, a plain background, the pitcher of water, the ice cubes. I'd declare I was in the race for the Senate, make a few statements, hand out a posi- tion paper and fly off to Brussels; Hatfield would blow his stack. The press would eat it up. I would make page one coming and going-and I might even wire some reports back from Belgium IBequueI. It was a nice set-up. And it would beat facing tomorrow's classes. And the next day's. I'd place all my students on reading and conference status-ha, the problem was solved-I 'd make it through another week. I still had only one dime- I didn't pay for my coffee but I needed a quiet phone booth-I ran up four flights of stairs to my office-that's impressive, that adds to the image. Most of my departmental co-workers can barely walk up two tlights-most take the Iift-they all are fat and lazy of mind and of body-I spurt past them up or down with a sort of reverse snob feeling; but I'm not really sure that they know what's happening. They seem to pass off their inability to think and to move and to feel as part of fate-probably graduate school numbed them into submission. Anyway, the state of Oregon could afford an official call to D.C.ait would look good on the Bell bill. I'd ring Franklin, take him away from his cognac for a short time and get the set placed; I'd have a nice backdrop and beautiful scenery-just a few more actorsaEuripides where are you now? Franklin was a bit miffedethere was, of course the official voice he always had to show me his importance-and he was important. No number seven in the Foreign Service was nothing. That's rank- and he hadn't been appointed-he was career officer staff. He sputtered a bit about Sandgraf- The name, trouble with clearance, we don't have a file on him, do we; sure you need him, will take days for Clear- ance, rapid fire order without waiting answers. But he'd do it, good old Franklin, the pride of the corps-he was a good operator and smooth. He never lost his balance; almost, once, when I had applied directly to Mr. Nixon for the position as Ambassador to Sweden and Nixon had called Franklin in. I can just imagine the scene: Mr. Franklin, ERR who is this ERR, applicant, ERR or the post, ERR in Sweden? Is he some sort of RR I hate to use such a harsh word, ERR, kook? I never heard from Mr. Nixon, he didn't reply to my ery kind three-page offer of help or my inquiry of by one of the most important diplomatic posts in he world was left vacant for almost a year, but ithin ten days a Black AIl-American football layer with a PhD. was heading for the Swedish rown. Franklin told me that the President was alling Fisk Institute as he was making his exit.l m not really mad that Mr. Nixon didn't accept me ut I am a bit miffed that he didn't acknowledge y citizen's interest. He, after all, had called ackie Gleason when Gleason lost sixty-one ounds. And then there was the time some farmer's ife had crocheted BRING US BACK TOGETHER R. PRESIDENT in golden string beans on a urple rayon scarf in Idaho-the president had Iown to Idaho to give out a Freedom Medal; why I was slighted, I at least deserved a form card reply. he King of Sweden answered my letters, Mr. rudeau, Mrs. Gandhi, lVlr. Thant, all reply to my notes-l understand why Mr. Johnson stopped riting. After twenty-two letters back and forth my last one got to him: Mr. President, RE. the ombing, you've sinnedll That did it, I'm sure, 0 our friendship. But fourteen letters to Mr. Nixon ffriendly and helpful advice without a reply-l 'ust don't understand the distance ploy. Perhaps I needed to be hit in the head by a gold wrecking ball and to die singing HAI L TO THE CHI EF! to get a rise out of him. But even then I wouldn't really know, I couldn't be sure. . .. Well, now that the Brussels ploy was set I could bike home, invite the Sandgrafs over for beer, and con Karl into making Europe with me. The con wouldn't be hard, but getting both of them to the house would .be difficult-Barbara would be tired, beat, run down andtover by her children, all thirteen of them; she probably wouldn't want to rive around the block. But I could move the case to the victim, I could carry the ball to them. What- ever, I would position myself to drop the line, have Karl bite, and then pull away with vigor-l'd even do my wait I'll ring Franklin routine-l'd dial the day number and do my act-it would be impressive. There would be a telegram on Karl's desk early the next morning, that would be the clincher. The rest of the evening would be: What do we need, Karl, from Paris, hmmmmm ! The evening would be a pick-up for Barbara-it'd do her good and I'd have the pleasure of Karl's company across the water. I like his company, he is good company; Karl is beautifully not-impressed by impressive people and things. His act is almost as good as mine, but his is honest, his only fault. l'd biked almost all the way home without noticing it-not at all good for a feeler of the world-for someone who can hear bicycle spokes hum three blocks away in a noisy city. I'd better watch out, I'd better limit those thought'play sessions while in motion-l should use the bicycle time for nothing but sensing and seeing, no thinking, I'd write myself a note. . . 4 Sam Oakland 95 96 This was a watershed year for the United Indian Students. Organized by Denise Lajimodiere in 1970-71 and carried forward this year by Doug Modig, the group is affiliated with the state-wide United Indian Council. Their promise is to provide a strong supportive environment for PSU lndian students, incoming and currently enrolled. No Indian students left school this year, evidence of one promise faithfully kept. The members of the United indian Students involve themselves with a host of programs which touch the larger Indian community. Tutoring of Indian children at the United indian Action Center on Saturdays, and cultural programs in the public schools reach both Indian and non-lndian young people. Counseling for indian students was provided by Indian students. Students for the PSU program were recruited from Indian boarding schools, high schools, and community colleges. The PSU group serves as a resource center for other Indian organizations. This year, the United Indian Students requested funding from student incidental fees, and were granted $3,300 by the Student Incidental Fee Committee. This is tangible recognition by tel low students of the worth of the program, and partially offsets the administration's policy of benign neglect. Wh- V IN ' V w MQM H 3 C MW HmH w 1n w WWWW MMMw WWWMJ h NH Whu u uj w . n m 'u M m I m' w unwed! F g th; l r 97 1111 11 1 . 1 11 1111 1111 1 1 11 1 1 111 111 1 11 111111111111111111111 11 11-111 98 J .j HINMATON. YALATKIT CWEF JQSEPH NW; 131mm 1331MWM . m ,. ,m M w. m m i 4H1 W m W w m N M m. MM ,1 M Portland State had a full slate of speakers in 1971-72 at the Wednesday Forum, the Friday sessions in the North Lounge of Smith Center, and other engagements in the PSU gymnasium and ballroom. In January, Alaska'sjunior Senator, Mike Gravel-the man who released the Pentagon Papers to the publ ic, carried the citizens' doubts about the nuclear power program to the Senate, and stuck his neck out trying to stop the Amchitka underground atomic bomb test- dropped into town. And of all things, He came to explain why we should make Muskie our next president. Muskie had already visited PSU Fall term and people were not impressed by Gravel's pitch. Eugene McCarthy, the champion of 1968, came to PSU also and proved that however disillusioned students were about his disappearance after the disaster in Chicago the McCarthy charm was still working. McCarthy filled the PSU gymnasium with better than 3,000 earnestly listening students and after the speech spent another 30 minutes slowly tal king his way out of the gym. That evening was poetry night at the PSU Cabaret. At eleven p.m. McCarthy appeared unannounced, was introduced and then read his own poems for half an hour. The best poem was about St. Hubert, a ninth-century pagan Saint. The original saint spotted a stag in the torest one day and was about to shoot him when he saw a blue cross burning between its eyes. The ninth-century Hubert was converted to Christianity. But for the latter day Hubert there's no conversion today, and the stag drops in a proper genuflection. Ron Abell, president of the James G. Blaine Society, whose motto is Keep Oregon Empty, visited the PSU campus in January and regaled a capacity crowd at the Wednesday Forum. Abell, who isa journalism instructor at Lewis and Clark Col lege in Portland, cracked every one up with quotes from his series of 100 newspaper articles about the Blaine Society and Oregon. The articles featu red such things as giant saw-toothed earthworms, static-electricityastoring trees that only true Oregonians were wise enough to avoid, rare ski n diseases contracted by residents of the 'eternally wet state,' and talked about plans for an underground from Ashland to Portland. Abell said that if the Society ever gets any money ahead one of the vague but sinister ways he would keep people out of Oregon would be a billboard at the Oregon-California border with just one horizontal line on it and the words high water line, 1964. Angela Davis' mother, Sally Davis, also spoke at PSU and stressed that her daughter was innocent of the charges that had kept her in prison over a year. Not many days after Mrs. Davis spoke, her daughter was released on bail from the California prison where she had been awaiting trial. Seal Kenny, a traveling salesman from Ireland for the outlawed and embattled Irish Republican Army brought his message to Portland State. To wit: The Civil Rights movement has stopped the gerrymandering of districts in most cases. It's the tremendous presence on the streets of thousands of people demanding 'One Job, One Vote' . . . you've seen the placards on your TV . .. that's forced the government to bring in legislation to stop moving the district lines. But if there's any voting to be done in Ireland it should be done for all Ireland because we're one people and one nation. It's all of Ireland or nothing. Britain has divided us, the Irish had no say in it. Twenty-five or thirty families control the government. I don't want to just change masters or the flag, I want to change the system. 9W MN m ml;H HW :H Nu W N H Y J M WW 1 u M w u u . u H J1 W MM WWW W A WWWWWWW WWW WW WWWWWWW NW. . WW 3W WWW W W WWW W W WWW AW WW W WWW WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WWW WWWWWW F WWW AWWWW WWW WWW W WWW W W 'W W WWW WWW W W W H: 1 All women are Iesbains except those who don't know it'LKey note of a determined, sometimes poetic torrent of words and idea-mobi les flown out over heads of PSU students by Jill Johnston, N.Y. lesbian speaker. Time and place of meeting: confused. Message: hard to assimilate. Closure of meeting: chaotic. Reactions: lesbian libbers-feudal loyalty; heterosexual libbers-detachment with noblesse oblige interest; maleshcuriosity and hostility. Forty-five minutes of incisive, nearly non-stop polemic directed against heterosexual values: A woman can't know herself unless she has an intimate relationship with another woman. Jill asks the men to leave. Resistance, hot tempers, hurt feelings, and cries of rights. Men evacuated. Fifty percent of women, in a show of hands, proclaim their lesbianism. More confusion; decision to adjourn meeting to Montgomery Building. Impact on University: ambivalence. Which was more important, the hassle over male attendance, or what she was saying? A ll women are lesbians except those who don 't know it. Better latent than never. Until all women are lesbians there will be no true political revolution. He said 'I want your body. ' She said 'You can have it when I'm through with it. ' In a heterosexual rela tionship no woman can be the equal-it is a con tradition in terms. Heterosexuality is political. Quotes from Jill Johnston's speech. 103 IV A q mm NH V. WW Page 104 Top left: Mike Gravel Top right: Ron Abel Lower left: Sean Kenny Lower right: Sally Davis 105 106 DREAMING STUDENTS Bedding, Otis dreams to remember Sisters sharing with KING keen I HAVE A DREAM this scene will be realized. Dreams do come thru my friend GANDHI have a good oh good'n less less we forget dying will get you no- where is dead said the Prophetl KAHLI L GIBRAN 8: why go to heaven I in heart there is no hell or gabriel l Louis Arms are Strong in the horn Miles is around you anyway, web together I W.E.B. Du Bois your brain schooling Poet I say get it while you can. THIN K ABOUT IT spirits from the living 81 dead all being here have a spirit living or dead- have a spirit living in your head Ll FE. IMAMU AMARI BARAKA teach us love us FLOON EY ,xff' WIMWN .v ' w w v MW ; W7 107 108 This year's Portland State University theatre season featured everything from the contemporary play Indians to the rather risque La Ronda. Moliere's The Misanthrope played fall term. This Classic play was well-staged, welI-acted, and attracted sizeable audiences. Indians by Arthur Kopit, was scheduled for two weekends of performances. However, questionable publicity techniques aroused the legitimate interest of the PSU United Indian Students who questioned the propriety of staging the play without any Indian actors. The play was cancel Ied the first weekend but played the second. Kopit's intention in Indians had been to point up the insensitive self-righteousness of whites, a point which was thought by many people to be further demonstrated by the manner in which the play was publicized. An opera was presented winter term, L 'Elisir d'Amor IThe Elixir of Level, produced and directed by Gerry Morgan. The exceptional production drew favorable reviews, and full house audiences were the rule. Viennese physician Arthur Schnitzler in the 1890's penned La Ronde to dramatize the transmission of Venereal Disease among a circle of lovers. PSU director Wil Iiam Tate adapted and renamed this ancient story The Dance ofLust. The bawdy dialogue and complaisant seduction scenes caused many an audience member to guffaw with shock of recognition of his or her own personal foibles. The Graduate Theatre performed the musical The Fantasticks, with music by Tom Jones. Performances winter and spring terms kept the cast busy. The Arthur Miller play After The Fall was scheduled for spring showing. This ambitious work required all the resources avaiiable to a professional repertory company, and even then past national productions had often fallen short. 'Tis better to have tried .. The Misanthrope was a notable success as PSU's entry in the Northwest Regional Theater competition held in January at PSU. Emerging as the top play against competition which included A Man ForAll Seasons and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, The Misanthrope was selected to represent the Northwest at the American Col lege Theatre Festival, April 10 to 23,1972 at the Eisenhower Theater, Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, Washington, D. C. It was truly an 'American' competition, inasmuch as the sponsors included American Oil, American Express, and American Airlines. No matter; the play's the thing. w M w 1hE L w m m w WWW :LWWW WWW W WW WW WWWWWWWW I :W WWW WWW WWW WWWW W W 1th ?WWW Nirmhb W3 WW- W HVWIWW WmmWW-mm mm W WW 4 WM . h A -'W '- . . :swrmfsbmz W W 'JWWWWWW W' WWWWWWW 112 The Portland Shakespeare Company was founded by Peter Fornara in 1969. The Company has produced fourteen plays including successful productions of Hamlet, Twelfth Night, Woyzeck and Othello and has performed in eight different theaters since then. Now, at long last, the group's nomadic phase is about to end. They expect to open new quarters in the Shattuck Building Auditorium this fal I. The theater will open with a production of King Lear which the company began preparing for in January. V w Keep On Truckin iCoulez-Vous Doucei. During the fail, the French Theater presented Keep On Truckin iCoulezvous la Doucei. Five performances were presented at P.S.U. ithree in French, two in Englishi, drawing record crowds. Among those who saw the production was Rudy Englander, General Secretary of the International Student Theatre Union, who called the show an outstanding student production. in addition, the group was invited to perform in Nancy, France, at the International Theatre Festival in 1972 but financial problems, unfortunately, led to the cancellation of the event. Although the play was directed by Penny Al Ien, French instructor at P.S.U., it was a Collective creation with the cast deciding on lines, movements, and interpretation, and generally being a vital critical force at each stage of the play's development. The underlying theme of the play was how to cope with change and deal with some of America's W.A.S.P. values that no longer work. Image, rather than verbal or intel Iectual theatre was the medium used. Indeed, the 90 minute play had only 500 words. The actors also played many and varied roles including cats, boogers, truckers, a dog, a crab and Marilyn Monroe. To these ingredients Penny added the phenomenon of multimedia which included cinema, song, dance, a voice show, strobes, odors, monologue, dialogue, pantomime and a rock sound track. Few people were indifferent to the play and most reactions were either strongly favorable or decidedly unfavorable. Many spectators were made uncomfortable by slow movements, lack of continuous action and the portrayal of natural body functions. From the feedback and commentary solicited by members of the group, it was decided to completely rewrite the show for this April's production at P.S.U. and projected tour of the northwest during May. In addition, the name of the show was changed to Moving Right Along by the Portland Truckers. 116 Portland State Education Center Director: Harold Williams Assistant Director: Harvey Rice Located at 2611 NE. Union Avenue, the Education Center is a whole new approach to learning, providing a combination of cultural, vocational, and recreational activitiesalong with accredited university courses designed for people who, for various reasons, can't attend regular PSU sessions. Started in 1969 with less than fifty students, the Center has grown prodigiously and there are now over 1300 attendi ng classes weekly. The Center offers both credit and non-credit courses. The credit courses, which are taught by regular PSU professors on a volunteer basis, are concentrated mainly in math and English, but courses in sociology, philosophy and history are offered. The non-credit courses, taught by volunteer instructors from the community at large, are usually vocational in nature and are formulated according to requests from both community orqanizations and individuals. Such courses as preparation for both GED. and Civil Service examinations are offered every term. Others deal ing in vocational skills and job preparation, such as Office Procedures and Secretarial Science, have been offered thus far and more are slated for the future. The Center also has a tutor program which acts as a testing ground for aspiring teachers. The tutors, who are mainly upperedivision or graduate students at PSU get first-hand teaching experience by giving individuals personal instruction which often means the difference between their dropping-out or staying-in. Some of the problems and chal lenges that the Center now faces are how to encourage students to graduate to the main campus and how to enlist more financial support since it can't operate forever relying only on volunteer instructors. If these problems can be eliminated, the Education Center could become a mode! for other institutions. Such experimental, non-elitest forms may foreshadow institutional developments of the future. M u ,, W y w; $14.14 . g: 35:43:? 5 Wuv , m 0w: WWW?$SF5;3EQMMW 14H. .mg,: 17:: : W! W :IILNI W. w W 4 4i W' k W: X Wm W W . l I I I The Women's Studies Program this year was concerned with exploring the experience of being a woman in Western Society, the culture, history and institutions of which have been defined and codified essentially by men, often to the exclusion of interests of women. The program drew upon a large body of neglected material in the established disciplines, including feminine views of power, influence, technology and research. It encouraged open-ended questioning of the status of women, their roles, and their relative absence from positions of power outside the family, and their distinctive psychology. Separatism, when used in courses, was justified as appropriate as a means but not as an end. The program attempted to make all courses reflect the platform of the Women's Studies Col Iective: that courses i1l focus on women with a non-sexist approach lZl incorporate authentic student participation and i31 concentrate on involved teaching, that is a dialogue between scholarship and life. Nationwide there are probably no more than two dozen colleges and universities offering Women's Studies courses. The program at Portland State is certainly one of the largest. Inquiries have been received from women students and faculty member: in many parts of the country requesting information on the program at Portland State University. Locally women at Portland State have given assistance and encouragement to others at Lewis and Clark College in Portland, Mount Angel College near Salem, Oregon and Clark College in Vancouver, Washington, in their attempts to set up Women's Studies programs at their schools. During the last months of 1970 students and faculty members began a discussion that led to development of the Women's Studies Program at ijilandStateJhefirst action lot this informal group was to organize a weekly lecture series 118 on women open to both the university and the community at large. A survey taken at that time revealed high interest among faculty members in teaching Women's Studies courses. During spring term registration of last year the first catalogue of Women's Studies courses was distributed with ten offerings in four departments. A proposal for establ ishing a Women's Studies Certificate Program at Portland State was written during the summer of 1971 and submitted to the Oregon State Board of Higher Education. Knowing that even if the proposal was approved formal action would take many months, the involved faculty and students continued developing the program on an informal level. By fall term of this year a need was felt for a more structured organization to ensure that work necessary to set up the courses was being done. Interested students at an open meeting formed a Women's Studies Collective to carry out this work. All the students wishing to serve on the col lective put their names into a hat and seven were drawn to serve winter term. A new col lective will be selected each term to insure broad student participation in the program. Winter term the Women's Studies program received its first formal recognition from the university in the form of a $500 budget allotment from the Operational Reserve Fund. Before this the program had been carried on through volunteer efforts of facu lty and students. The allotment enabled the program to hire two students to carry out many administrative chores. lncluded was the establ ishment of a resource center for people interested in the program, the Women's Movement in general, and for those doing research on women. Office space was donated by a philosophy professor and materials were donated by various departments. In January of 1972 representatives of the Women's Studies Program presented a budget request to the Student Incidental Fee Committee. The committee recommended a $3,000 budget for the 1972-73 school year from the Educational Activities Budget. ,. W 120 Statistics on Women's Studies Program Enrollment: 500+ since Spring 1971 274 Winter Term 1972 1236 women, 38 mem Budget: $500-0perational Reserve Fund, 1971-72 $3000-Educational Activities 1972-73 ho be approved1 WW '4 n m m M HUM w H! W . MW : ' x h T u M x h Wk A Ww r wm ! w m A v. 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Three hundred spectators came, saw, and were conquered by the elan of the Blazers. TThe Celebrities are secretly training while negotiating for a rematchJ J m JJJJJ; JJ'IJJ JJ ,JTP JJJJpqcl JJJ JJJJJ JmJ JJ JJ HHJ .JJ 127 President Gregory Wolfe Lu ncheon Meeting with ASPSU November19, 1971 The in tellec tual community is one of the most unequal communities you 'll ever find. What studen ts want to do with studentgovernment is 1 more important than what I want to do with it. Women and minority group members have not been treated fairly by PSU. Promotions are fewer, salaries are smal Ier, and employment opportunities are more limited for them than for white males. These findings were the essence of an investigative report compiled by the US. Department of Health, Education and Welfare. Failure to meet minimum federal employment standards could result in the loss to PSU of federal funds. The PSU administration is required to take action to rectify the inequities, and to do so within a specified time period. American minorities-lndians, Blacks, Orientals, Spanish-surnamed-will comprise seven per cent of the total facu Ity by the end of the decade, it the university complies ful Iy with its own affirmative action program. The report on existing discrimination evoked much discussion within the university community not least because the university had established its own Equal Employment Committee in the spring of 1971 , but failed to establish a committee to implement change until one week before the HEW team delivered its report Wlarch, 19721. It is to be hoped that PSU will move with alacrity to become the first of the three major Oregon universities to be ruled in compl iance with the federal gu idelines. 128 The following is a percentage tally of results from the incidental fee survey taken during winter term registration. Results listed here are those items listed on the front side of the card. On the reverse side, students were given an opportunity to vote on other items such as legal aid, Placement Service and Counseling Center, currently not being funded by incidental fees. Additional space was provided for those students who wished to write in other areas which they would want to support. RESULTS OF INCIDENTAL FEE QUESTIONNAIRE CARDS PROCESSED: 6173 Same More None 7: Less tx: '5 OK: 1. Smith Center 7.8 18.5 56.6 5.9 2. Football 39.1 25.1 20.6 7.5 3. Basketball 27.6 19.1 34.8 10.7 4. Wrestling 28.3 16.9 34.9 11.1 5. Other Sports 28.0 18.7 32.2 11.7 6. Cultural Activities 8.6 12.6 40.8 27.4 7. Speakers 9.7 14.7 38.3 28.9 8. Student Services 6.5 5.3 43.3 35.0 9. Community Projects 10.7 11.9 38.6 28.0 10. Outdoor Program 11.6 11.9 39.0 25.7 11. Rock, Jazz, Folk Concerts 17.1 14.2 30.9 28.8 12. Clubs, Organizations 24.8 23.3 34.2 6.3 13. Publications Wiking, Review, Vanguard1 17.7 24.9 43.2 5.7 14. OSPIRG 24.8 13.0 34.6 16.7 15. AIl-University Events 12.1 13.8 46.3 10.1 16. Academic Activities 8.3 8.2 43.2 26.9 17. lntramurals 8: Recreational Activities 14.9 14.8 39.3 19.5 18. Child Care Center 11.2 6.3 31.4 41.7 19. Women's Intercollegiate Sports 23.9 14.0 35.1 15.1 20. Student Government 24.8 19.9 36.1 9.1 mean average 17.9 15.3 37.6 18.6 . xxxxxvnKXAXAF :7 6 zlxnxnxtxxxsx; 1. 1 1 1 1 1111 W 1 ' 1 1 1 1 1 W W 1 1 . 1 W 11 W W W 31 1 W WW WWW W W 1111 1 1 W1, 1 W 1 . 1 1 1 1 . 1 1 11 ii; 4152?.1xvagx . g No Opinion CK: TOTAL 1 1 .2 5537 7.7 6042 7.8 6018 8.8 6001 9.4 5976 10.6 591 6 8.4 5953 9.9 5903 1 1 .7 5900 1 1 .8 5912 9.0 5944 1 1.4 5803 8.5 5913 10.9 5719 17.7 5808 13.4 5836 1 1 .5 5868 9.4 5868 1 1 .9 5887 10.1 5864 10.5 129 130 The future of varsity football at PSU is presently on shaky ground. Don Read, Viking head coach, apparently saw the all too obvious direction in which his sport was headed and fled the scene, possibly to write the whole thing off asa grade 'B' nightmare. 'Way back in 1969, student body president, Andrew Hayn- wanted to put an end to varsity football because it was too costly to students and they didn't seem to give a damn about it anyway. After all, the days of bobby socks, raccoon coats, and tearing down goalposts were gone forever so it only seemed natural that football should be next. But Read and the Viks hung on, and, as gate receipts dropped and costs continued to soar, the future looked bleak indeed. There were some high spots, of course; or maybe it was just A high spoteVan Dolm and his great quarterbacking. But to offset the good points there were many bad ones. The gate receipts for the first game of the 1971-72 season were $1,000. For the second, a mere $600. Worse yet, the projected deficit for the season was quite large. Then, in the incidental fee su rvey, football bombed. Sixty-four percent of the students responding indicated that they wanted either no money al located for the sport or less money than in previous years. As a result of this survey, the Student incidental Fee Committee recommended t the Athletic Department receive only $170,00010r 1972-73, nearly $25,000 less than they had requested. In addition, the committee suggested that the anticipated athletic deficit of 1971-72 lclose to $300001 come off the next year's allocation. N W H Wm W H WM W M W M u H; WW 4 W HLW 1+3? 132 As a final note, let us take a short look at the University of Chicago as an example of the new outlook toward college athletics. While Portland State and many other universities were reevaluating their athletic programs, the University of Chicago, after thirty years of being without varsity football, again sanctioned that sport in sixty-nine. On the first day of practice, twenty-seven men turned out, fifteen of whom had never played the game before. During halftime of the opening game iwhich they lost six to zeroi an all-Kazoo marching band, came out on the field, and the mid-game festivities wound up with the crowning of a refrigerator as Homecoming Queen. If such is an indication of things to come, then PSU's new head football coach, Ron Stratten, has quite a job in store for himself. And, as if the situation wasn't already bad enough, good Kazoo players are hard to find. y y u H y y M Mu u ymey M M MMM MM MM MMMMWMMM M MywwyWyW: M M , ME 4 MM M W M MMMM'MMMM MMM'M'MMMM' M M y y W M y y y r y a j ' M M y My WWW L r I W W H W V. b . M . M y M y MMMM MM M M M '3 M - M M M MW ! . . ' t M: 'M-., . . L W WW w- m uh M. m W , W m 1 134 1111m1mw11wm11wwmmW 1 H1 1 1 111111111 1 1 1.1111.1111u111-114111:M WWEMW' 1 111M 111 M11 ' V 1 1 1111' 111111.11 11 1 1 1 I11, 1U- , 11 1 4 111111 W111 w 1141- H M. 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To some, its passing was a rel ief and the end of a three year long headache: what to do with the seventy-yearaold building that sat rather forlornly, without tenants or foundation, on the corner of SW. Broadway and Jackson. The administrators of P.S.U. are pleased to announce that the problem has been solved. Jennings House is now a parking lot because nobody ever has to make excuses for parking lots, or move them, or defend them. There were some people, however strange it seems, who liked the old house. It wasn't exactly beautiful nor was it old enough to be preserved as an historical monument. Lincoln didn't write the Gettysburg Address there either, although it is said that some long-forgotten Oregon governor once used its bathroom. But those who mourned its passing, probably did so because there are now and always will be a few people who prefer funky old houses to parking lots. In the years that fol lowed, it was used to house, among other stalwart and upright organizations, the National Independent Spiritualist Associated Church, the Brandon Hall School of Music, Dance and Drama, and according to some reliable sources, a rather high-Class brothel. In the mid-fifties Portland State acquired the bui lding, remodeled it, and used it to house Business Administration departmental offices. Then, in 1968, to make room for Cramer Hall, it was moved from its original location facing the park blocks to the site where it was eventuaily destroyed. Built in 1902 for one Richard J. Jennings isome say because he needed a place to Iive1, its design was based on the short-I ived Classic Revival trend of the 1850's. With its huge column front, it looked like a salvaged Greek temple that had been squashed against a two-story frame house. Still it had Character and charm, something that the architects of the Georgia-Pacific Building forgot to include in their plans. On October15, 1971, virtually unnoticed, Jennings House was demolished but, ironical ly enough, not without a fight. According to one witness, the house, at first, refused to fall before the hard-hats and bulldozers. Then, four hours later, the last great timbers gave way, and Jennings House went to the Great Lot in the Sky. 141 Graxnolw M1526 together: 1 c199 oiL 1 ago hovwcwer 1 ago My M; 0L901'W5ugw1' Mix 5036171161 1501101411219 Wedwmsj than 52:61 m 170 above mixmre: 2. Gigi? whole 11211511ch 4 myts rolled 01155 1 ago 11306 10011511 1A7, C199 COMLWL 1 A1, 0199 565W 556614 1 cup wheaigerm 1 01119 Wsweewmctcocow 1 cabkgoommbr 2 01gb cWeaLWs Bake m shallowymm 3 009 0116an 45 1111711111705. 5171? ofcem 01111111173615 the chwm M 131: balms mob M665 . 142 143 In 1971 -72, after more than 12 months of administrative hassling and Iow-profile organizational work, Oregon Student Public Interest Research Group iOSPI RGi broke into the open and ran. OSPI RG had failed to produce tangible results with the students' incidental fee money. Organizations set up to tight OSPI RG by the Georgia Pacific Corporation and contributors to City Commissioner Francis Ivancie's successful campaign last year, had been hard at work creating a feeling of iH-wiil against OSPI RG statewide. But meanwhile OSPI R6 was getting to work. In keeping with their principle of working within the system, OSPI RG students worked with the offices of the Multnomah County District Attorney and the Oregon Department of Environmental Quality. By the end of winter term OSPI RG had completed 25 studies. One study included photographs of City of Portland trucks dumping hot asphalt into the beleaguered Wi I lamette R iver. This study was turned over to the Multnomah County DA. and resulted in voluntary curtailment by the City of that time-honored bractiee. . A study of automobile line-up shops done with the direction of the D.A.'s Office of Consumer Protection M, has made firms in the auto repair business aware of the teeth in the 1971 Fraudulent Trade Practices Act. The Multnomah County Consumer Protection Office admits frankly that their lack of research staff makes consumer protection difficult, and called this OSPI RG study adequate, unbiased and useful. OSPI RG volunteers also canvassed the Columbia Slough area identifying the property owners for a land use study jointly conducted by the Port of Portland, City of Portland, Multnomah County DA. and the Oregon Department of Environmental Quality. D.E.Q. otficialssay the OSPI R G part of the study saved the state of Oregon $20,000. Asked about OSPI RG, D.E.Q. chief L.B. Day said, I'm really high on them. They are the best thing to happen to Oregon in a long time. By spring, after two long winters of discontent, OSPI R6 was winning the student support necessary for its survival. This Oregon experiment is the prototype for new Ralph Nader-inspired consumer protection research groups across the country. This year's successes proved again that Oregon is one state capable of accepting new ideas. upper: The immediate result was blockading of the bank to prevent further dumpin- into the river. lower: Close observation of the ares enabled OSPIRG students to photograph the process as it actually occurred. page 146 OSPIRG student conducting water pollution tests in the Oregon Department of Environmental Quality laboratory. 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PSU President Wolfe State of the University message September 28, 1971 A NEEDED new course was available this year: Environmental Awareness and Action iGSt199i.Twoterms of nittngritty indispensable brain-food for those who love clean water, earth and air, and really want to understand the complex issues involved in the struggle to heal the natural iand sociali environment. It has now become impossible to make wise decisions about the environment without an understanding of economics, history, political science, sociology, psychology, and humanities, as well as the hard sciences. This calls for a new educational approach, environmental education . .. Environmental education isa life-Iong process. It is a way of looking at life, fostering awareness of other life and of interrelationships, learning to recognize the effects we have on physical surroundings, and the responsibilities we must accept for the mere fact of our presence and of our activity in our environment. It should enable us to make sound ecological decisions and foreses their consequences: to make value judgments, and act accordingly. it is acceptance of life values and ways of living which minimize destruction and maximize those relationships that enhance life. It is learning how to contribute to the quality of life, and the constructive use, rather than exploitation, of the environment . .. Environmental education provides alternate ways of thinking-a synthesis-which colors and affects the humanities, languages, social sciences, history, the natural sciences. It will give man an ecological perspective for every aspect of learning. John Hammond of the Philosophy Department used the above quote from a federal government pamphlet as a statement of purpose for the course. The first term concentrated on transmitting information necessary for a factual understanding of the many areas involved in environmental education; the second term was devoted to student participation in self-chosen projects-either research or action. The cou rse objectives were two-fold: Attitudinal Changes, and acquisition of factual knowledge and know-how. Teachers from many departments pitched in to help, providing a beautiful example of what the learning experience might be, must be, can be. Students initiated a cafeteria utensil recycling proposal and collected 4,000 signatures on their petitions; researched empioyment opportunities in the environmental field; investigated logging practices and alternative life styles icommunesi ; conducted environmental education sessions in the high schools; and worked to preserve the Roaring River area in the Mount Hood National Forest as a wilderness area. 147 Outdoor Program December. Something had to give. The two guys who said they were from Ohio wanted to know if there were any trout in the Forecourt Fountain. No, the water istuoridated and gets changed once a week-no fish. There are gum wrappers, cigarette butts, and before the fluorine a few hepatitis bugs. The fountain is not the answer. Climb Mount Hood? Go up the south side, the easy route; snow practice on Saturday, the climb itself on Sunday. I think about it aII through Chemistry. After class I sign my name to the list of climbers for the weekend. Then ask around to find out what to take, how to dress and where to get a pack and ice-ax. Suddenly I feel this might be a good time to tell the leader that I'm strictly a beginner, have no experience and just like to be outdoors. He strokes his head and says that's 0. K., the south side was climbed last year by a lady in high heels. Climbing up makes your muscles ache; down makes your joints ache. The glare of the sun off the fresh snow is giving me a sunburn. The girl ahead of me seems to be in bettershape than I am. Should have taken a PE. class this term, or cut down on the beers a IittIe. The air is clean and sharp. The bl isters on my feet remind me of the lady in high heels. The summit stinks-Iiterally. Nobody says anything about the sulphur fumaroles at the top. I can see Mt. Saint Helens to the north and Mt. Jefferson to the south. I catch my breath and laugh, choke, look around and laugh some more. Take the lemonade and cuss my weary bones. I48 Let's not go back just yet. After all, I'll probably never do this again and I want to remember everything and take a couple of pictures. Three weeks later I climb again. What do you mean, take off my shoes and start up the rock? I catch on quickly though. The friction and grip of bare feet on sunwarmed rocks, balancing and finding little nubs and cracks to help me higher. By the end of the day I inch my way up and down my first chimney. I learn to belay and rappel and stop trying to catch every Iizard I spot on the rocks. And, a week later, Climb again. Now I know a couple of different routes on a couple of different mountains. My old friends see me less and less and my new friends know me very weIl indeed. The PSU Outdoor Program offers to students and faculty members of the university nonefee classes in mountaineering, kayaking, ski touring and related outdoorsubjects. Frequent day and weekend outings are scheduled th roughout the school year. Summer expeditions are planned to the mountains and rivers of the Northwest, Canada and Alaska. Long distance kayak tours are made to the islands and waterways of British Columbia. . . . ltseemed as though our first view of the Himalaya was to be indefinitely postponed. Again the great cloud screen rose tall above the curve of the world. I was about to turn away disappointedly when a wild thought made me raise my head higher. . . W. H. Murray From Everest: The West Ridge Occasions do not make a man either strong or weak, but they show what he is. Thomas 'A Kempis Now I see the secret of making the best persons; it is to gm w in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth. Walt Whitman .. WW Wwwhk:WM-Wn V l ' ' 4 1 nu - -44 4 ,. wuumm W H wh V . mmm-uwuw W H W --qm4unp-- '7' . ' ,. n W w 4 4 , W x h w M an... 149 . , - , L 7 , . mum $1 , e - IHWV ' hm t t WWW V , ' V Wm? u a Name WWHMwy mum t , f h M W t hwmm- H h w W 31W? h M h Wm WWW! Not in the clamor of the cm wdedstree t, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves are triumph and defea t. Henry W. Longfellow All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they re turn again. Ecclesiastes V. m - m w my M 4 .uuw W11 '1 x Hum , H H mm mgu w u .- -, ' HW u -,;H Mqur ; : w u l m Mk u u- m 5 w; A w u x WWWVWWMBWHW W WW WWW WW WWW W W W W W WW W W W W M WWWW WW WWW W W W W W W W W WWW WWWW WWWWWW WWWWW WWW WWWW WWWWW W Flocks of birds have flo wn high and away. A solitary drift of cloud, too, has gone, wandering on. And I WWWWWWW WW W WW W W WW WWWW WWWWW WWW WW WWW WW WWWWWWW WWWW WW WWWWWW W WWW WW WW W W WW WW WWWWW sitalone with the Ching-Ting W WW WW W W W W M WWW WWW W WWWW W WWW WWWW WW WWW WW W W W WWW WW WW W WWW WWW WWWWW WWWW WWW WWW WW WWWWW Peak, toweringbeyond. We WW WW WW WWWW WWW WWW WW W W WW WW WWW WW WW W W WW WW WW nevergrowtiredofeach other, the mountain and l. LiPo WW W WW WW W W W W WWWW W W W WWWWW WW WW W W W W W W W W W W 154 w V W Wh 'h 155 There I la y staring upward, while the stars wheeled over. Faint to my ears came the gathered rumor of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slo w everlasting groan of overburdened stone. J.R.R. Tolkien I w u H wM H u m 158 ow IMAGES NEVER DIE: THEY HAVE TO BE puauch BROKEN. RAYMOND WILLIAMS W MWW IN APPRECIATION WRITERS PHOTOGRAPHERS FRIENDS John Bartels Mark Epting Doni Budlong Jon Hagen Kathy Shayler Diane Libeck Penny Allen E.G. White-Swift Art Honeyman Peter Fornara Sam Oakland Kathleen Hawkins Norman Solomon Susan Abrams Gary Fouts Ben Hardy Maureen McNassar Dennis Boddy Dave Gettman Dennis Merriam George Crary Strydr Nutting George Bergeron Clovus F. DeLauriac Bill Bowling Larry Andreas Doug Riese Donna Suttles Bruce Rodgers Clyde Keller E.G. White-Swift Jack Sanders Rich Scheeland Gordon Clark Dean Smith Chuck Guthmann Craig Hickman Dave Poulshock Ancl special long-overdue thanks to Marge White, who took the Outdoor photos, pages 148-157, and the Seagull photo, pages 2-3. Craig Hickman Cathryn Hagen John Hammond Al Hemingway Anne Whitteker Sam McKinney 0. B. Hill Jeanette DuCharme Suzette DuCharme Paul Eisenberg John Werneken Doug Modig Dell Davis Flooney Joe Marks Ed Gallucci Barbara Vatter Cindy, Jock and Steve from OSPI RG and God bless her-Genie Editor: Jon Hagen Photo Credits: Oregon Historical Society. Graphics, design, and layout: Bruce Harrington P. 19, Wesley Andrews, photo of Lincoln High School . Cover Art: Bruce Harrington P. 23, West Shore Magazine , drawing of park Paste-up: Becky Becker and Dell Davis blocks-intersection of SW. Park and Montgomery Calligraphy: Cathy Hagen P. 78, White House and Fouiloux Architects: Secretary: Kathy Shayler Lincoln High School, Greek room lincoln Ham Printing House: Graphic Arts Center P. 79, Lincoln High School, Sewing room lincoln Haln 160