'Ihe UPEI Sun, Thursday, Nov. 3, 1977, page 2 H  
     
    
   
   
    
     STUDENTS FROM 
     
    
   
   
    
     OTIAWAKIJP) 
     
    

    
     The number of university 
     
     students from low—incare 
     
     families has risen only 4 
     
     per cent since 1968, acc- 
     
     ording to a Statistics Can- 
     
     ada report. . . 
     
    

    
     The survey says the num- 
     
     ber whose fathers had "low— 
     
     er educational attainment" 
     
     rose by only 4.1 per cent 
     
     between the 1968-69 school 
     
     year and 1974-75. 
     
    

    
     And Statistics Canada 
     
     data analyst,Edward Harvey 
     
     says educational attain— 
     
     ment and income are highly 
     
     correlatedJ/breover, he says, 
     
     reporting education levels 
     
     rather than income or job 
     
    
   
   
    
     / low v INCOME FAMILIES 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     ON THE RISE  
     
    
   
   
    
     levels is more accurate, 
     
     since the education catego- 
     
     ry is less subject to short 
     
    
   
   
    
     term fluctuation . 
     
    
   
   
    
     The proportion of low 
     
     income students rose in 
     
     post-graduate programs(5.l%) 
     
     undergraduate programs(3.7%) , 
     
     and professional programs 
     
     (2.2%) ,according to the sur- 
     
    
   
   
    
     vey. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Nbre low income students 
     
     are entering architecture 
     
     (20.7%) ,pharmacy(l2.7%) , 
     
     and agriculture(9.2%) pro- 
     
    
   
   
    
     grams. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Fewer are going into med— 
     
     icine(4.3%) ,dentistry(3.l%) , 
     
     engineering(2 .4%) ,and educ- 
     
    
   
   
    
     ation (2.0%) . 
     
    
   
   
    
     'me proportion of stud- 
     
     ents whose fathers had "low 
     
     educational attammen' t" de-‘ 
     
     clined in nursing by 5.3 %. r 
     
    
   
   
    
     19 i1 HIST? Ml IN 
     
     Mailman 1W5 some 
     
     u I am. 
     
    
   
   
    
     in?” 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     pour; 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     4-- 
     
    
   
   
    
     QEGIELGEUBRQE , QEQBSRSFZQEBR  K 
     
    
   
   
    
     \ ' I — - 
     
     'Ilenerife was a volcano, 
     
     and I was thirteen. 
     
    
   
   
    
     I remember once when a 
     
     German man took my sister 
     
     andmeforatourofthe 
     
     top El ‘Ileidé. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The man was a typical 
     
     German, tall, blcnde and 
     
     faint blue eyes. Fritz 
     
     metusatabar,whereI 
     
     was enjoying a "Mas", 
     
     (Spanish beer) and my sister 
     
     was admiring the tailorings 
     
     of Spanish trousers. ' 
     
    
   
   
    
     We walked to his blue 
     
     Mercedes parked by the 
     
     black sands of San Marco 
     
     Beach. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The blue car must have 
     
     stood out well against the 
     
     tiers of plush banana ‘ 
     
     fields, as we made our way 
     
     up the mountain. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Old men and donkeys 
     
     drifted down the road, from 
     
     my back window, while the 
     
     temperature dropped slowly. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Cedar trees appeared, a 
     
     few at first, then our car 
     
     disappeared into a forest. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Suddenly a great fog 
     
     descended. ,'Ihis continued 
     
     for a few minutes, then a 
     
     sharp glistening ray of 
     
     sunshine flashed across the 
     
     windshield. 
     
    
   
   
    
     I looked down to see a 
     
     vast white blanket cover 
     
     the world. 
     
    
   
   
    
     manwhile Fritz was 
     
     arguing that Germany in- 
     
     vented MzDonald's ham- 
     
    
   
   
    
     . characters . 
     
    
   
   
    
     il'ENERiFE TEE Verb-Md 
     
     .— - . — - _ u - burgers, Sesame Streét and 
     
    
   
   
    
     the Holstein cow. 
     
    
   
   
    
     We stopped for lunch at 
     
     an inn, which looked like 
     
     the white houses of New 
     
     Hampshire. It was 
     
     surrounded by a sea of 
     
     grey—brown lava, where 
     
     green dots represented 
     
     small bushes. Above the 
     
     towering Teidé was 
     
     catering to American 
     
     tourists with Hawaian 
     
     T—shirts, shorts, sneakers, 
     
     Niikons, plump wives, kids 
     
     and ice cream. 
     
    
   
   
    
     I felt a kind of sympathy 
     
     for earth's creations. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The top of the summit was 
     
     marvelous. The surrounding 
     
     islands had individual 
     
     You cOuld 
     
     trace the African coastline 
     
     with your eyes. The total 
     
     panoramic scene, the cold 
     
     fresh air, was enough for 
     
     anyone to appreciate such 
     
    
   
   
    
     ’ beauty and purity of earth 
     
    
   
   
    
     before man. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Our descent took us to 
     
     a large city called 
     
     Puerto De La Cruz. 
     
     scrapers and large hotels; 
     
     were silhouettes on a 
     
     bright orange, red evening 
     
     sky. ' 
     
     The city lights caused 
     
     multiple'rectangles of 
     
     light on a dark background, 
     
     to sweep the back seat of 
     
     our Mercedes. I became sort 
     
    
   
   
    
     of hypnotized and fell 
     
     asleep to be vakened by the 
     
     smile of my sister, and the 
     
     sound of the beach Waves in 
     
     the foreground reached my 
     
     ears. 
     
    
   
   
    
     'Ihesky-’ 
     
    
   
   
    
     My Secret Case 
     
    
   
   
    
     I have a case for lcnely thoughts, 
     
     And foolish words I dare not speak. 
     
     Tears ,and laughter live inside, - 
     
     'Ihat might have died and gone to sleep. 
     
    
   
   
    
     But then, they might have grown in me, 
     
     And built a wall without a door; 
     
    

    
     A window, but no light to see; 
     
    

    
     A room to die in—-nothing more‘. 
     
    
   
   
    
     All those lonely words not spoken; 
     
    

    
     ‘ All those secrets left untold, 
     
     Would soon have made their presence knovm, 
     
     While a shivering shadow died «of cold. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Therefore, grateful I arm indeed, 
     
     For owning a key and a”vinyl case. 
     
     For there I have my paper friends, 
     
     And paper thoughts I can erase. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Vicki Trainor 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
         
     
    
   
   
    
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