University of Victoria - Tower Yearbook (Victoria, British Columbia Canada)

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SONG FOR EASTER O sire to hungdogs Spurned of our infected craw, Why do you no longer sing? For we thought to see you grope In the harbour's mud and Form a ball thereof And set a city upon it - But why will you no longer sing? The lean rat that grew From the thickening heart The rat that slashed it In search of vermin, Is he why you no longer sing? AP 101 P8 Meet me in the library at AP 101 P8. Have your library willingness with you, your soft and tired eyes eleven fifteen in dull electric shelved bookish air . . We will meet there, unless - you know a better place to love . . . ? Mark Battenbury Then I would up and slay that rat -From Om Very Own Review I would rise from the ball As the rat did rise I, I would sing Say, Father, was it you was eaten even as vermin? Is that why you can no more sing? 1. Havelaar -From Tryste ON DYING a drab thing, to drown diving in the South Pacific or to be decorated for losing I will eat and drink one night, pass out, belch, and choke to death on the crab salad entree to some orientalis rusty knife. Mister From Tryste

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Unwashea' savoir faire She Walks in Erudition by Robin Jeffrey I met an emancipated woman yesterday. I'm quite sure it was yesterday. The now-ness of it is still upon me, as she might have said. It was towards evening, and she came out of the shadows as I was walking in a sylvan glade. Came like a nymph, she did, in the simple elegance of cut-off blue jeans, the unaffectedness of long and uncombed hair, and bare and unwashed feet, the savoir faire of dark-blue, day-old eye-shadow. The sight fair took my breath away. She walks in beauty like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies, I said, half to myself. Hi, she said. Poor Shelley is so passe, isnit he?,' CG I haven't seen you for quite a while. No, live moved. Iam living in The City now. CC Ch, I said. 'gThat's nice. What part of Johnson Street?', UNO, she said negatively. The City. I've left home and Iim rooming with two other girls in The City. Oh, oh,', I said. The City. Well, yes, that's not Johnson Street, is it? Ha, ha. As we walked, l began to see what Emily Pankhurst had been aiming at those many years ago. This girl bristled with emancipation. What are you doing? I said. uI'm at The University in The City. Studying Aztec architecture and the influence of the rhumba on the latter stages of the Spanish Revolution. Itls dreadfully instrinsicf' f'Yes, I imagine it would befj LC lVhat are you doing? Oh, still at the University of Sleepy Hollowf' I said. Thats too badf she said sympathetically. HIt's so stultifying. Intellectually, I mean. At The University in The City, we have some marvellous people. There's Dr. Nador. He speaks 23 of the ancient Incan dialects and is an expert on Japanese influence in the third Ming Dynasty. HDo you mean all those Ming vases were made in Japan?', I said. But she didn't reply. Are you still living at home?', she said. She said Mstill' as one might say, f'Are you still impotent?',