Stanford University - Quad Yearbook (Palo Alto, CA)

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0 jn K| J 7 A Council of Residents Vic Petroff, Carole Houck, Deric Jennings, Al Tomasczuk 21

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A Proposition Perhaps the most obvious, to the point of being obnoxious campus campaigning was the effort to stir up support for Proposition 14. A deluge of orange and black flyers and bumper stickers proclaimed Yes on 14. Pickets and the ex-horters that carried them strove to catch the eyes and ears of speeding bicyclists and otherwise busy students. Cesar Chavez and Dolores Huerta, leaders of the United Farm Workers that initiated and endorsed the measure, both visited the campus as part of their statewide effort to turn liberal sympathies into votes. Criticized by opponents for violating the bastions of private property rights with badly written legislation, the measure was advocated by supporters as a needed step toward protecting the rights of farm workers through a functioning system for organization and arbitration. Although the efforts of the labor sympathizers were largely successful among university area voters, the fight for Proposition 14 was nevertheless another one lost by the UFW to the greater influence of the farm owners, leaving still unsettled the bitter disagreements between these two groups, each determined to defend their immediate interests and rights at whatever expense of time and energy—and money. 20

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UGLY Summer indolence was hard to give up while summer weather still blessed the campus. Only the urgency of the year's first midterms and papers drove people out of the sunshine and into the library. Whether they went actually looking for books or just to escape blaring stereos, they were finally drawn to that familiar sandstone mecca. For everyone needed their own space in which to study, but no one wanted to be really alone. That's why you went to UGLY. Most of the time you just read. And read some more. Scribbled. Frowned. Looked up. Looked around. Read more. Turned the page. Snapped your pencil point with deranged irritation as someone's yellow marking pen screeched across a nearby page. You took a walk. Leaned over the railing. No theatrical interludes tonight. Scholastic silence at all costs, said the librarians. Still, there had to be someone to talk to, even though no one else could really help anyway. In the end it all depended on you. At best, you whipped through your work with enthusiasm. At the very least, you plodded along and finished enough of it to get by. 22