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     January 8, 19 82 
     
    

    
     Another year, and a 
     
     new year of terror on the 
     
     university campus. As I 
     
     look back on the last 165 
     
     days that have brought us 
     
     here, I smirk at the 
     
     Vileness, the vulgarity, 
     
     the bloody gall of "the 
     
     engineers - those 
     
    
   
   
    
     theiving, lying , scheming, 
     
    
   
   
    
     Sorry about that, my 
     
     schizophrenia .has been 
     
     acting up again. Anyway, 
     
     as I was saying, I look- 
     
     back on the past year 
     
     .and smile. It was a good 
     
     year — I think. No, 
     
     really, it. was. Just 
     
     look at the things we 
     
     did. Despite the failure 
     
     of both the assassinations 
     
     of Ronald Reaganand Mrs. 
     
     Ilsa Hmrpworthy (the ' 
     
     cleaning lady of 3rd 
     
     floor Main) , we did 
     
     manage to get Anwar Sadat. 
     
     And, surprisingly, one 
     
     of our biggest successes 
     
     overseas was an affiliate 
     
     of the UPEI Engineering 
     
     Society, commonly knovm 
     
     as the Red Brigade. 
     
    
   
   
    
     However, closer to 
     
     home, after proving our 
     
     worth in snowsoalpturing 
     
     and welding, we were able 
     
     to lose the friendship of 
     
     a few hundred UPEI 
     
     students. As well, we 
     
     showed a great proficiency 
     
     in the use of four letter 
     
     words (who says we aren't 
     
     good in English)a.nd we 
     
     managed to shock and 
     
     disgust even the parents 
     
     of some of the more 
     
     knobby students at UPEI. 
     
    
   
   
    
     It was a good year 
     
     and there is much more 
     
     to core (other than our 
     
     president when he finally 
     
     gets a date); All I can 
     
     say from here is watch 
     
     your step and your girl- 
     
     friend because I'm out on 
     
     weekends now. Happy 
     
     hangovers. 
     
    

    
     ‘ Cranston Snord 
     
     Rm. 381, Riverside 
     
    
   
   
    
     Apts . Charlottetown - 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     We the Engineers 
     
     extend our sincerest 
     
     appreciation to Paul 
     
     Robinson ano Mike Evans 
     
     for the many pictures 
     
    
   
   
    
     of themselves they supplied 
     
    
   
   
    
     for the yearbook . 
     
    
   
   
    
     ............... .....-.-.‘-.----- 
     
    
   
   
    
     THE 
     
    
   
   
    
     1981 Campout 
     
     On Deoenber 18, the 
     
    
   
   
    
     Engineers, in cooperation 
     
     with the local Alcoholics 
     
     Unaninous' Planning ' 
     
     Oonmtt'ee, sponsored and 
     
     held their annual 
     
     celebration of the "Feast 
     
     of the Hangover". Held 
     
     again at Riverdale Boy 
     
     Scout Camp minus the boy 
     
     scouts, the Engineers 
     
     gathered for two days to 
     
     share théir inspiration 
     
     and Christmas spirits. 
     
     We-began at about 3 
     
     p.m. and many new things 
     
     were brought up: a vote‘ 
     
     on a new pub oonmittee; 
     
    
   
   
    
     Chris Taweel brought 
     
     up a new ski party; and 
     
     DaImy MacDougall brought 
     
     up much of his supper. 
     
     Billy Phillips, though, . 
     
     just talked about the 
     
     first thing that came up. 
     
     Despite the mess 
     
     from both Danny and 
     
     Billy, we were able to 
     
     leave the place much the 
     
     sameias it was, minus a ' 
     
     few door hinges. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Daytime Drama 
     
    

    
     The year is 1982 
     
     ‘and the P.E.I. 
     
     government's policy of 
     
     socialized medicine has 
     
     been extended to include 
     
     "Proxy Papas". That is, 
     
     any married woman not 
     
     having a child in the 
     
     first five years of 
     
     marriage must receive 
     
     the services of a UPEI 
     
     Engineer who will 
     
     attempt to be the means ‘ 
     
     of her becoming a ' 
     
     mother. 
     
    

    
     The Smiths have no 
     
     children and the 
     
     engineer is due. 
     
     leaves. for work. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Smith 
     
     He has 
     
    
   
   
    
     a disappointed look as he 
     
    
   
   
    
     dutifully pecks his 
     
     wife at the door. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Smith: "I'm off. 
     
     The engineer should be 
     
     here early.". 
     
    
   
   
    
     He leaves and wife 
     
     pretties herself, 
     
     putting on her most 
     
     seductive negligee. 
     
    

    
     But instead of the 
     
     engineer, a door—to- 
     
     d’oor photographer, 
     
     specializing. in baby 
     
     pictures, knocks at her 
     
     door. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Mrs. Smith:>\"0h, 
     
     Good morning. " 
     
     Man: "You 
     
    
   
   
    
     probably  't  me,- 
     
    
   
   
    
     ..4-..-..~.3-..,..~.‘.... -...-.~w 
     
    
   
   
    
     . ENGINEERS 
     
    
   
   
    
     but I represent. . . " 
     
     Mrs. Smith: "Oh 
     
    
   
   
    
     ‘yes, you needn't 
     
    
   
   
    
     explain. My husband 
     
     said to expect you." 
     
    

    
     Man: "I make a 
     
     specialty of babies - 
     
     especially twins." * 
     
    

    
     — Mrs. Smith: "That 
     
     is what my husband 
     
     said. Please sit 
     
    

    
     down. " 
     
    

    
     Man: "Then your 
     
     husband probably told 
     
     you that. . . " 
     
    

    
     Mrs. Smith: "Oh 
     
     yes, We both agree it is 
     
     the best thing to do." 
     
    

    
     Man: "Well, in that 
     
     case, we might as well 
     
     get started. " 
     
    

    
     Mrs. Smith (blushing) 
     
     "Just... just where do 
     
    
   
   
    
     ' we start?" ' 
     
    
   
   
    
     Man: "Just leave 
     
     everything to me, Madam. 
     
     I recommend two in the 
     
     bathtub, one on the 
     
     couch, and a couple on 
     
     the floor. " , 
     
    

    
     Mrs.  "Bath- 
     
    
   
   
    
     " :‘tub  rider: 4  wonder 
     
    
   
   
    
     Harry and I can't..." 
     
     Man: "Well, my _ 
     
     dear lady, even the best 
     
    
   
   
    
     i of us can't guarantee a 
     
     . good one every time, but 
     
    
   
   
    
     'to her) 
     
    
   
   
    
     say one out of six is 
     
     bound to be a honey. I 
     
     usually have the best 
     
     luck with the shots in 
     
     the bathtub." I 
     
     Mrs. Smith: "Pardon 
     
     me, but it Seems -— a bit 
     
     informal. " 
     
     Man: 
     
     in my line you can't do 
     
     your best work in a hurry. 
     
     (He opens his album and 
     
     shows the baby pictures 
     
     "look at this 
     
     baby. It's a good job, . 
     
     took four hours, but > 
     
     isn't she a beauty?" 
     
    
   
   
    
     Mrs. Smith: "Yes, 
     
     a lovely child." 
     
     Man: "But for a 
     
    
   
   
    
     tough assignment, look 
     
     at this baby. Believe 
     
     it or not, it was done 
     
    
   
   
    
     Bl-WE'EKLY ' 5 
     
    
   
   
    
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     Cavendish beach. " 
     
     ' Mrs. Smith: "My God." 
     
    

    
     Man: "It's not 
     
     hard when a man knows 
     
     his job. My work is a 
     
     pleasure. I spent long 
     
     years perfecting my 
     
     technique. Now, take 
     
     this baby. I did it 
     
     with one shot in 
     
     Holman's window. " 
     
    

    
     Mrs. Snith: "I 
     
     don't believe it." 
     
    

    
     Man: "And here 
     
     is a picture of the 
     
     prettiest twins in town. 
     
     They turned out‘ 
     
     exceptionally well when 
     
     you consider their 
     
     mother was so— so I 
     
     difficult. But I ' 
     
     knocked off the job in 
     
     Victoria Park ~"on a snowy 
     
     afternoon. I never 
     
     worked under such 
     
     difficult conditions. ‘ It 
     
     took from two in the 
     
     aftemaon until five in 
     
     the evening and people 
     
     were crowded around four ' 
     
     or five deep to get a 
     
     look." ' 
     
    
   
   
    
     Mrs. V Smith: "Four 
     
     or five deep. . . " . 
     
     Man: "Yes, and more 
     
    
   
   
    
     than three hours. But I 
     
     had two city oops helping 
     
     me. I could have done 
     
     another shot before dark, 
     
     But by that time the 
     
     squirrels were nibbling 
     
     at my  and I had 
     
     to give up. Well, Madam, 
     
     if you are ready I'll get 
     
    
   
   
    
     7 my tripod set up and get 
     
    
   
   
    
     to work. " _ , . - 
     
    

    
     Mrs. Smith: "Tripod?" 
     
    

    
     Man: "Yes, I always 
     
     use a tripod to rest my 
     
     equipment on. It's much 
     
     too heavy for me to hold 
     
     for any le‘nght of time. 
     
     Mrs. Smith — Good Lord — 
     
     Mrs. Smith, have yOu 
     
     fainted?" 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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