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'BIG PLANS ron'comua YEAR‘
DRAMA
'Ihe U.P.E.I. Drama Club \
‘held its first meeting of the year on Tuesday, Oct.
18. The club has big plans for the caning year and it
should provide lots of excitement for anybody who likes drama. The club already has approximately 15 potential stars but there's always room for "more. If you have an in— terest in acting, or any other theatre skill ‘
(costumes, sewing, _li_ghting,
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SOD-Dd, 6110-) why not con- tact Joan MacFarlane at
892-1511 or leave your name , with Kevin Gauthier in the
Student Union office in
a stage, so why not play your part to the fullest?
DEBATING
The Student Union is
trying to establish a deb-
ating club on campus. St. Dunstan's University used to have one of the best debating teams in North
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America, so the talent is ' definitely here. 'Ihere are lots of tournaments held across Canada every year,
. which provides an excellent the Barn. The _whole world's
excuse for doing some travelling. You don't have to be- a real genius to
.debate sucessfully. All it
takes is some preparation, a cool head, and a strong desire to arguevwith everyone you meet. If you- happen to be cools-headed and disagreeable, you should consider debating as a means of venting your hostility to the world. For
“ more information, or for a
good argument, come visit
the Student Union office in the Barn.Ask for the Vice- President. so come prepared!
DANCING
Do you like dancing?
4 Does your partner like
dancing with you? Did you ever wonder why, at the last formal, your date was wearing steel-teed boots? Was that supposed to tell you something? If you are not yet a Fred Astaire, perhaps you're not trying hard enough, If your date
We'll be waiting
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cmpares dancing with you to wrestling the cookie- monster, perhaps you might consider improving your- self. If you would like to -see a dance class organized ' leave your name at the Student Union office- You don't have to dance like a three-toedsloth to go~to a dance class. ’If you can't waltz in more/than one step, or if you can't polka, jive, jitterbug, do the funky chicken or what- ever. you might enjoy learning. Or, if you are a good dancer, you might consider sharing your talent with others. Either way, just drop a note into the S.U. office and let us know.
QETEQHERQE QEQBiRfiQEiR
‘PIANO B-LUES’ hvarian McKenna
She rose as if to see
him to the door.
"Well?" she said.
He remained motionless in the chair.
She repeated the quest—
Still, there was no response.
"Well? Are you going to stay here forever?"
Her lips tightened, oontorting her features. With narrowed. eyes, she asked him once more. He looked up, startled, as if hearing her words for the first time.
"Of course.
.right.“
He rose slowly to his feet and fumbled for the hat he had dropped. His awkwardness embarrassed him. A flush rose upward from his neck. Averting her glance, he shuffled across the floor to the door. Suddenly, he lifted his face to her and said, "If you would only recon- sider——"
"Don't be a fool!"
You are
Outside, late dusk enveloped the brownstone apartment bUildings in a - ' grey haze. Listlessly, he walked past the rusty
‘ railings leading to the
apartments, the children who shouted Obscenities at him, and the rows of plump women in ' flowered house- dresses, sitting on the steps, laughing harshly through nicotine-stained teeth. He nodded mmitely as the man distributing pamphlets- shoved them in his face, wildly waving his arms. - v
He wandered aimlessly towards the shops, looking unseeingly in the windows. He became caught up by the crowd and was carried with them. Neon signs of the waterfront blazed at him. At length, he turned into a small tavern and sat in semi-darkness. He was oblivious of the piano blues, or the worn prosti— tute who, angered by the jeers of the men, staggered to the middle of the floor,
where she teetered a slow-
motion soft-shoe step, * before collapsing in her
face, saliva already begin— ning to foam at thercorners
of her lips.
He sat, gulping drink after A mman slipped up to him. 'nieY got up to dance, he moving hypnotically to the beat, her made-up mouth a soar in her oddly white face. He clung to her as she looked up into his
face. ,‘Ihe woman reached up
and whispered in his ear. 'lhey left, stepping over
the body’ of the old prosti-
'tute lying in a pool of urine. M
He lurched after her: up' alleys, a fire escape, and
into her rocm. A tiny“ window looked out on a ,: graveyard, the moonlight
making the tombstones oddly He fumbled in
luminescent. his pocket for money,
flattened some crumpled bills and placed them on a small hotplate in the corner of the room. She
turned her back to him
and dropped her outer gaments to the floor. Holding her hair up in her hands, she turned and look-
ed askance‘ at him. Nbchanically, he mfasfianed
her strap. She turned to him, the light from the ' naked bulb making her body appear unhealthily white. She embraced him. her eyes drawing him to her bed. ’ He madelove to her quick— ly ,and clumsily. He tasted the salt of her tears run- _ ning down her face, outlined
/by the moonlight on her
marble face, felt her sob-. bing ocnvulsively against
He slept restlessly
and awoke early. The morning sun burned azure holes through the mist being repulsed by the city. He stared at her'without recollection of emotion,
out the small window
overlooking the cemetery. One lone tear (slowly made its way across his cheek, downto the corner of his ' mouth. ' t .
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