No, this newspaper is not published in the glorified image of a Globe and Mail, nor is it supposed to be. The, UPEI SUN is a student news— paper essentially of, by, and for the students; yes it ‘ should be a complete effort on the part of the student body. Therefore, it is cru— cial that we as students live up to our responsibilities surrounding the SUN and work to make it an authentic rep- resentative of student life here at UPEI. The Literary Corner is only one plug into the entire SUN grid, however a very necess- ary part of any student news— paper. The Literary’Corner is specifically designed to accomodate the creative stu— dent at UPEI by way of the written word. For more information, contact me, Mark Ledwell, either on campus or via the SUN office, so we can work on getting your stuff in print. BOOK BUSINESS by Larry Green The bookstore is doing a booming business. And with the September rush come therecriminationsfdom the students claiming to be nipped-off. _ , The first three weeks ofithe academic year account for one—third of all sales in the bookstore according tc Russ Stewart the UPEI bookStore manager. But with new editions every second year some students feel they are spending money unneccessarily. “ “ It’s' a hard question‘ to answer:’Mr. Stewart explains. ‘ For instance, this year the Economics books have changed to metric so a new edition was needed.” That's not always the case. In the science field, particularly ,advancements are made so quickly that a book becomes outdated in a couple of years. Professors must teach the latest and so they ask for the latest books. The textbook industry, as a whole, is very competitive with one company claiming better books then others. As a result one company, to keep in the-market, must constantly improve its books. . Some books, especially anthologies, are subject to copyright laws. An author or estate may decide not to allow a publisher to print his works. The book then has to make this change and is usually altered to make up for the loss. When the older edition is no longer available, professors have to. make use of the newer one. It is unfortunate that the students suffer economically but it is more unfortunate that it is inevitable. ON CAMPUS ' LJPEl CHARLOTTETOWN, P. E. l. year ever, but in order need student support. successful. Building. get on the air? BEST mm I 79 “radio U P E I” CIMN I /70 CIMN student radio is preparing for its best for this to happen we Our first meeting proved More student participation, however, is still required. another meeting on Monday, September 17 at 6zh5 in our studios at fourth floor Main Why not come up and help CIMN There will'be~ MY DEATH DAY Bluebells ring andzoild roses raise their sleepy heads and gossip, for towmorrow is my death day. I will find peace in the ,,. « 'sunrdappled,fbrest. I will find sleep in the softly cooling breeze. by spirit will live forever. ~DAYBREAK'S DAWNING -‘ 0! How the dawn bids me good morning I amidst her rising wake. The mist that fell upon the last eve's earth 7 . is shunned and melted unto fly window. To unveil the tranquil landscape -. . which envelopes my spirit, ‘and guides my heart through silent paths. The pink Charade she plays fbr me — “ lightens fly heart. For the dawn is forever an optimist - and forever shall she glow. LIKE A ROSE Like a rose‘ “my love for you, dips and swirls and swells with kindness - overflowing the cup cf life. The thorns, so small, give pain. just fbr a fleeting moment 1 g ' then disappear into the hidden memory of'wounds _ to become . smothered by the sensual scent of your being: Tour misty:eyes ' reveal — happy weeping— , which radiates your love I ‘ . ~‘ into my soul - 'never to be lost or forgotten. f THE LAST MORNING The morning lay cool and breezy - , while mirrored dew drops were, .wr ‘ slipping silently from freshrscented firs. My mind was feeling easy - . totsee the willows hang their mops, . ' and thistles shake their burrs. But time had passed - V r too fast for me, ‘ O \. y no time to rest amidst the,trees. For I am sadly city bound — and with silent salute, I kiss the ground.