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By Glen Boswell
While most of you at U.P.E.I. were attending the Dean’s Banquet. dancing and
drinking toAHaywire at the
Barn, or sitting at home domg whateVer, your music
reviewer was perched high in
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the stands of Kenney Col- liseum listening to the musical strains of Red Ryder.
From what I hear around campus, not many people from U.P.E.I. made it to the Colliseum last Thursday night.
The crowd turnout was none the less respectable
__ (about \800 to 1000 by my
estimates). Red Ryder ap- peared on stage right on schedule at 9:00 p.m. and proceeded to charge through their repetoire.
For the last gig of what must have been a tiringytour, Red Ryder did a good job. The movement on stage, if not lively, Was flowing. Lead vocalist Bob Cochrane’s be- tween song chatter seemed a trifle rehearsed but he did manage to keep the audience involved.
The strains of touring showed somewhat on the band, however. At times, in- dividual band members seemed to become detached and lose interest in the show. Cochrane’s voice seemed slightly strained and even cracked on some high notes indicating that a break from
I, In my opinion
(A column wherein you can fight back verbally at what ails you. Submit typed, double-spaced articles to the Netted Gem, fourth floor
Main or Student , Union Building, by.one'on Mon- days. Name must be included. Submissions consisting of more than 500 words will not be accepted.)
John Pendergast is a writer with the Netted Gem, com-. menting on a discussion of Sexism and sexual harrassU ment which took place at a Canadian University Press Tonference he attended last Weekend (see editorial page 4).
However, there was much “excess fa ,” or as one can Say in plain terms “waste,” being discussed at the con- ference.
For example, I did not enjoy “beind hit over the head” with certain issues Such as generic language. Personally, I try to use as much generic . ‘ e. in nv. newspaper 7 ‘ and
academic papers as possible. But I do not‘wantto go to such extremes as rewriting the Webster’s Dictionary.
A second topic of much overbldwn contention was the issue of sexual harass- ment.
However, I want to make this clear before I proceed. Sexual harassment is an im- portant issue in the work- place and many women (or men for that matter) od have strong cases against em- ployers who “stand too close too them” or “give them playful taps on areas where the sun does not shirfe.”
One paper in the region did have a solid case of sexual harassment launched against a male editor (the name of the paper was not disclosed). But what I found very strange about the issue of sexual harassment being discussed in our male caucus was the veil of conspiracy
.andhead'games, ‘
A noted fieldworker for CUP became usually irate and “spewed” all kinds of Obscenities at us as he dis- cussed the topic of sexual harassment. An experiment in ‘behavioural psychology came to mind where the rat must emit a response to an unconditioned stimulus.
When the sexual harass— ment issue was discussed at the final plenary on Saturday night, I question the chair- man (Oops! I meant chair- person) and other leading CUP executives about the purposes behind the men’s and women’s caucuses. “Was this somerkind of elaborate psychology experiment de- signed to monitor our re- sponse,” I asked rather light-heartedly. I was told very soberly that its only purpose was to openly discuss sexual harassment and nothing else (“how dare you, you sexist pig, insinuate any- thing more”).
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touring is a welcome rest.
These problems, however were minor. The sound was a fair
reproduction of the studio cuts. Hats off to the sound crew and band members for managing to arrange that in the acoustically poor Col- liseum.
The light crew did a good job as well. The color co- ordination was good and the varietv interesting.
All the above combined to make a decent 90 minute show with “White Not” and the “Young Thing, Wild Thing (Rock Me)” windup being the definite highlights.
I was supposed to have an interview with Red Ryder for you but some kind of mix up and a non-cooperative (bor- dering on snotty) road crew prevented that. I was sur— prised the band had the nerve to show up on campus to see Haywire after refusing to give the agreed-upon U.P.E.I. interviews (ClMN and the Netlen' Gem). ‘
Rest assured that I had a good laugh-when they were denied entrance to the pub byourC.P.’sl
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~ Fantastic fables
By Dr. Prunesquallor (of course) The Adventures of Alix Kreap, Part I
In the land of Benziz, there was a man named Alix Kreap. Alix was a very average per- son. In fact, he was so average that King Dim gave him the coveted Mediocrity Award.
The people of the land were so bored of him that they asked King Dim to throw him in the dungeons of Memory Hall, where they also placed captured Mystics, Wise Men, and Engineers.
After three people died from exposure to Alix, King Dim agreed. He needed his taxes.
That was the end of it, so,
everyone thought. But it was only the beginning for Alix.
In his prison cell, Alix discovered a secret door. He went in and was never seen again by the people of Bezniz. So what, you say?
Alix wandered the tunnels until he was tired. There was a light at the end of the pas- sage. He reached it and found himself near the top of Mount Duffy. Totalling ignoring the Wise Man there, he went back.
After many days, he reached another exit.
He must have starved to death, did you say? Well, he ate the slime and mold off the walls, noting that it tasted much like the stuff in the Cafiteerya called fude.
As Alix got out, he saw hundreds of Froshlings running around in circles.
“What’s going on?” Alix asked one of them.
“The Wot Monster is after us with red tape!”
“What monster?”
“Right!” This was the land of Late Registration, of course.
“Oh.” Alix Kreap was not very bright, as you can see.
“Where is it?” Alix asked.
He was not widely renown for his conversational ability either.
“Where is it?” Alix asked.
“I don’t know! I’m lost!” “Oh,” Alix sighed. He was not widely renown for his conversational ability either.
Then, the Wot Monster appeared, slinging webs. of red tape at everyone in sight.
“Are you the what monster?” Alix asked. In fact, Alix was not bright at all, as you can see.
“Get away — you bore me.”
“Oh.” Alix had a very limited vocabulary, as you can see.
“Save us!” the Froshlings cried.
“Oh, alright,” Alix said. Alix, even though he was average, had one exceptional talent — he could kills with puns. This did not help Alix from being thrown in the dungeon.
continued on page 8)
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