JANUARY 31 1975
Letters To The Editor
Dear C.C. Reader
Congratualtions are certainly inorder to housing and food services
for the accomplishment of their latest feat, namely, burning hot dogs
at supper last night (Tues. 28). This is certainly to be placed among the
other feats such as dehydrated peas, undone or overdone "soft boiled
eggs", hot cakes and french toast which could break your foot if
dropped on it as well asbroccoliwhich still crunches when you chew on
it.
H&FSalso deserves to be commended on their efforts to hold the
budget down by throwing nothing away!! Different items are served
over and over unitl they finally disappear. Classic examples of this are
wilted lettuce, yellow cotage cheese, dried spaghetti (served for three
consecutive meals) and midnight cake which seems to be on the
serving line constantly.
There are many more disgusting examples of food quality we could
mention but our point is that it is almost unbearable to think of eating
three meals a day in that cafeteria.
I think many people will agree that it is very easy for one to loose his
or her appetite by looking forward to going to supper only to see
discolored vegetables, cold meat, or absolutely repulsive scalloped
potatoes. I wonder if those people can imagine themselves eating all
their meals there?
I certanly hope people outside the cafeteria can understand our
feelings but you really have to eat there to know how it feels to prepare
for the worst at mealtime.
As for instant solutions, we would have to start by saying that food
from U. Park leaves very much to be desired. Perhaps if food was a
little fresher and more intact upon arrival here the people here could do
more with it. Well, we could bitch on and on for a few more pages but
we think by now we have made our message clear.
Thank you very much for listening
The Highacres Club
3rd Floor Wrisberg Hall
No Smoking, Please!
EDITOR
In reference to the complaint in the SGABitch-Booth article
about outlawing cigar and pipe-smoking, why discriminate?
Cigarette smoking is much more annoying than cigar and pipe
smoking due largely to its sickening smell and frequency of use
in classrooms. I have one guy in my second period class who
smokes no less than six cigarettes a period, with complete
disregard of everyone around him (those who haven't as yet
moved from around him, that is). Besides, cigarette-smoking is
officially hazardous to one's health (whereas the other forms of
smoking are not).
Personally, I prefer cigar and pipe smoking because the
aromas are much more bearable. I myself have taken up
cigar-smoking in order to cmbat those shifty cigareet-smokers
on their own terms, in a language (or smell) they can
understand. However, in all fairness, if one is going to condemn
smoking, he/she should do it unilaterally (not 2/3 assedly), or
not at all.
Yours in smoke-induced headaches,
Lawrence McFurd
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a snowytuesday night in mit. ;town, pa. Jaime Brockett, deep Into his music and song.
the bleak air force building soon became a
haven from the cold and windy night for
about 200 would be saxaphone players who
helped Jaime brockett make it through the
night.
ed wambach and friends started off the
evening with a Joni mitchell song, "other
peoples parties". Ed then went into songs
his own composition. speaking of oi
night, a girl and dillsburg, pa., ed sang
song of personal significance, "i know
another notable selection from his set th,
evening was a composition "ode to music
written in 'vllaboration with p.r.j. smith, a Ed Wambach (center) and friends open up the evening's entertainment at the Jaime
fellow cap lrockett concert held recently at the Student Center. photo by teldman
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The flute player's hands and Instrument
are captured In shadow form at the
Jaime Brockett concert.
lyrics were varied, thoughts between songs
mellow and bright-fleeting images of child
hood flavored many of brockett's bits of
reparte. do you remember going to the
amusement park to the arcade with a packet
full of change?-Jaime does and brought that
moment alive as he described the challenge
of "getting that diamond ring in the center of
the sand from the machine with the steam
shovel."
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spirits ran high throughout the evening, a
each person in the audience found their own
4 saxaphone piece to play along with jaim
brockett at the appropriate times
more mature reflections centered on love,
love lost and love regained-"an empty bottle
on the table, an empty feeling in my heart."
the highway permeates much of brockett's
lyrics-as he says, i drive, i strum, i drive, i
strum-as he hurtles down the interstates
from gig to gig-knowing where to head
towards next by a stra
distance telephone line.
people there that evening will remember his
hand harp, his hat, -his love of a good time,
and his amazement that something actually
happens in middletown on Tuesday nights--
long live cella lambrusco.
photo by toklman
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