April 8, 1980

 

The Other Press

 

 

 

 

from page 12

Guzyk stood for the door.
“Now for those swingin’,
single foxes that have been
after my tight slacks for
weeks now. Get them in
here, hurry! The swingin’,
single foxes rush in. ‘‘For

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you. I’ve told you that i-

wasn’t Robin Gibb, or
Yiergi Czech in tight slacks,
or a swingin’, sex God. But
now I’m going to tell the
truth: I’m actually. ..Mick
Jagger in disguise!’’ They
embrace fervently, several
times. ‘‘I love ya, | love you
all! Now get out of here you
crazies before | lose con-
trol’’

“All right, all right,’’
demanded Mike. ‘‘What
about those crazy social-
ists? What about the stu-
dent population? Get them
in here!’’ The student pop-
ulation rushes in. ‘‘look
here, you crispy-critter fas-
cists. I’ve cut you down in

   

 

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the past and you've refused
to recognize my greatness..
but hey! Just Kidding you
knuckleheads!’’ They em-
brace. ‘‘Now get out of
here!’’

“Well,’’ said Rob. ‘That
just leaves one more, our
sister paper, the Pinion.
Get them in here!’’ The
Pinion rushes in with ink-
stained hands. ‘‘I’ve al-
ways wondered,’’ said Rob
Slowly. ‘‘Why. you always
hated us so much. What
did we ever do to deserve
such hatred?’’ A Pinion
staffer stepped forward and
searched the faces of the
Other Press staffers for
several moments before
speaking.

“‘Because of what you
are! Because of what you
stand for! All that’s good
and decent. You were al-
ways too good! We didn’t
have what it takes. We

were always considered
the ‘second-class’ paper on

the campus. We wanted to

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be just like you, but we
never could. Don’t you
understand? We were sick
with jealousy! We were
jealous of what we could
never be!’’

A tear appeared in Rob’s
eye. ‘‘You poor sods! We
never knew you felt that
way. You’re too hard on
yourselves; you’re not that
bad. You know what?
You’re good! You’re damn
good!’’They embrace.
“Now get out of here you
knuckleheads, | mean it.!’’

After they left Rob got
into a nostalgic mood.
“Well, boys, what shall we
do to end the semester. A
game of cards? A drink
perhaps?”’

“‘| know!’’ exclaimed
Worthington. ‘‘Let’s sing a
song! The rest of the staff
were immediately taken
with the idea, and this is
what they sang.

““....Wab, wab,  wab,
wab-a-way. Forty-nine!
Good-bye!’’

page five

 

Sheilla Kullar:

Life is activity with
subjective purpose.

 

Jim Sturgeon:

Success!

 

Henriette Koetsier:

It’s pretty shitty (note: This
is not a true reflection of
Henriette’s intellectual
capacity)

 

Betty Anne Plouffe:

Life is homework, I’m
forever doing homework!

 

 

 

 

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