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9 editorial Goose kiUer —not really i No joke To the Editor: people know is that there were originally five bolds. For those who have wondered from whence the geese have come I have the answer. I held a job on campus this summer which sometimes entailed going to the airport to pick up arriving students. One day while going out Frontier Road towards Millersport I noticed a car with its trunk up parked by the lake across from the white church. There were geese held in cages in the trunk and the driver was in the process of extracting one of the fluttering fowl. They have been here ever since. My friends and I became ilred of food service this summer so we went to Lockwood and took out a cookbook. Director of the Libraries Saktidas Roy's comment that \the hearing was very good, but I don't think we'll get the money\ sounds a lot like the old joke: \The operation was a success but the patient died.\ Many things could be said about the libraries and their falling heafth over the past several years. It was the best roasted goose I've ever had. As a matter of fact It was the only roasted goose I've ever had. Also, being an efficient Individual I opened my down jacket up and put the feathers *o good use, too. One could point to the euphemism that the libraries are the \lifeblood” of the University, supplying the books to transmit knowledge and the journals to keep researchers up to date on the latest discoveries. But the libraries show symptoms of anemia. They simply can’t afford to maintain costly journal subscriptions. Without the 50 percent budget hike the libraries are requesting, more cancellations—like the 250 cancelled subscriptions last year—are imminent. Bob Schaefer There are now three flappers we all know that a fourth was injured and removed. What few P.S. Only the first two paragraphs are true. P.P.S. When are they going to turn the heat on in the Woldman Theatre. One could also question the logic of amputating staff. Books and journals should take precedence over the people who tend them, yet materials which are not catalogued and ordered are close to useless. Nineteen staff positions were lost over the past few years and this year's budget request for seven more positions never even made it officially to the floor of the budget hearings. In fact, the backlash from the Fall enrollment shortfall may be strong enough to slash more positions from the libraries next year. Interest appreciated To the Editor: athletics. U/B, under its current NCAA Division III status, does not offer athletic grants. An excellent article by Rose Anderson on the U/B Sports Hall of Fame in the Nov. 19, 1979 edition, with three minor corrections; One could argue that the libraries stand, or falter, as yet another example of Albany shortchanging UB. Allocations to other SUNY libraries have been fairly steady. UB receives less acquisition money for construction funds than its old competitor, Stony Brook,and the two other State University centers. UB libraries also suffer from chronically fewer open hours. Hall of Fame nominees must have been a member of a class graduated for not less than years, haveexhibited excellence in athletics, and. must possess the highest integrity, morality and loyalty (to the University). Many Hall members have not resided in Western New York since graduation, but most h ave .made significant contributions in their professions and to the communities in which they do reside. On each point, I take responsibility for not responding more accurately to Ms. Anderson's inquiries. The interest by Ms. Anderson, Sports Editor Carlos Vallarino and other Spectrum staff members in the U/B Hall of Fame is appreciated by Athletic Department administrators, coaches, athletes and alumni yytio perpetuate the honor. 1. Football was not dropped in 1970 as a result of the loss of \federal” grants. 2. Nominees to the Hall need not have participated in the Buffalo community since graduation. 3. The name of U/B Athletic Physician Dr. Edmond J. Gicewicz, a member of the Hall was misspelled. To clarify, U/B has never received federal grants for athletics. The grants mentioned to Ms. Anderson during her interview with me were athletic grants-in-aid, often mislabeled \scholarships generated by ticket sales and private contributions to the athletic program. When there were insufficient funds generated by ticket sales In the late 1960’s and during the 1970 season to continue the grant-in-aid program the decision was made to drop the varsity football program on the NCAA Division I level. An attempt to raise funds in the community and from alumni also failed. And, as a SUNY institution, U/B cannot use state funds for No one can seem to agree on the cause of the libraries’ illness. Some cite inflation, noting the soaring cost of books and journals. Still others point to those reliable but often deserving Scapegoats: Albany and the State's overall financial gloom. A few might even agree that those running the show here squander precious resources in duplication of materials. Sets of journals and copies of some books can be found in several of the University libraries. This wasteful duplication, once encouraged by split campuses and kept alive by inter- library squabbling for limited funding, only aggravates the disease. But, as usual, the ones who suffer are the students. Students and faculty. The full impact doesn't quite hit until the only copy of that needed book is out, that crucial article is in a publication which was cancelled last year, or the doors of the library are locked at night when an exam looms in the morning. And it isn't Just a bad joke. Larry G. Steele Director Sports Information Up and good H/PIUU/ in Tilt” MIGHT We’re not Ohio State, UCLA, Oklahoma, or even the University of North Carolina. We are not the Buckeyes, Bruins, Sooners, or the Tar Heels. We don’t get thousands of dollars for intercollegiate athletics from the University, or even offer athletic scholarships. We are not Division I. We don’t have a huge stadium—let alone a gym that can adequately service this University’s needs. See the losers In the best bars, Meet the winners in the dives; Where the people are the real stars, All the rest of their lives If only we can sail away... Or gy. There, I knew you could. Fuck ing Mike, I thought as he shifted into hyperdrive around a blind curve. He was trying to pass as many of the 10 cars in front of us as he could, though there was little room between them to let in an asphalt nuisance. Barrelling through the soup, Mike let Bob and I invest our fingernails into his vinyl covers, wishing we had taken the bus. But Mike is like an alligator in slime behind the wheel, and though he is a certified bad life insurance risk (he Once shut off his lights in the dead of night on a backroad so that we could drive \by moonlight\) he knows his and his auto's capabilities. We pass through Ovid, New York, a poetic town. I feel there should be more towns named after artistic But it’s nice when a UB graduate makes it to the pros; there haven’t been too many. —Nell Young Without the help of mandatory student activity fee money, this University may not have had a basketball team and former center Sam Pellom might not be playing today for the Atlanta Hawks. We are currently in the third year of a four-year agreement whereby $247,000 of student fees is allocated to intercollegiate and intramural athletics. Although students have petitioned the State to pick up the tab for funding athletics, the prospects look grim. So, this is where student fee money—although it should be the State's responsibility—is put to good use. Undergraduates here have the ability and the financial power to step in and fill some holes, support programs that benefit the University. * by Joel Dinerstein The fog sat on the mountains like a boring movie. It took the blue sky we left behind in New York City for ransom and laid low until nightfall. Squatters' rights! It stole our scenery and put the trees in its shrouded pockets. The fog shrunk the six hours between the Tappan Zee and Rochester Into personal frames of mind; sitting there, the three of us, portraits revved up with nowhere to go. \We’re sitting in soup,” Mike (the driver) exclaimed, frustrated since the outset of the trip by the traffic that had kept him at the speed limit much more often than he is accustomed. Soup was certainly an apt description probably for our minds as well as the weather conditions. And there at the bottom of my bowl, underneath my thoughts on Iran and my arguments with Bob (our resident engineer) on no- nukes, between all our collective female troubles and the eye I kept on the road, for some reason a strong desire to travel was surfacing. Where? Somewhere, anywhere. Travel in the air, travel everywhere, travel in my blood, and travel, screw the fare. And as a result, one student’s career is furthered and the opportunity exists for other UB athletes to become professionals./he odds are against it, given the relatively dismal support, but mandatory fee money has kept the hopes alive. The Spectrum Vol. 30, No. 41 Wednesday, 28 November 1979 Bob had bicycled crosp-country last Summer and I damned the torpedoes for not having gone with him. Stupid, plain stupid. And Bob, having gone through these same backroads through Whitney Point and Geneva, pointed out in which dives he had taken rest stops, and the corners on which he had met people, and I kicked myself again. Because bicycling—it seemed to me—bicycling was one of the best ways to travel. Sure, your ass hurts, but you don’t just \see the sights\ (what the hell are sights anyway, except things to see?). It becomes a people and scenery trip—a truly cultural experience, not a postcard version. Bob left a staunch arrogant New Yorker and came back softened, the ethnocentricity disintegrating with each Western smile I could see reproduced in his face. And you wonder that if everybody traveled that way—to meet rather than to tour —maybe \death to Americans” wouldn’t be the rallying cry In Iran, or “Kill the Iranians\ the cheerleader’s song here, Ahh, that sounds like a Jap poster. Song without substance. A blue Datsun with three girls pulled alongside and put a note to the car window asking first if we had a CB (they saw our ears sticking out), and second, if we were going to Buffalo (they saw our sticker). CB and fuzz buster mounted on the dashboard, Mike nodded; thus began an adolescent masturbatory note-exchanging relationship between college students. They asked quickly how we rated ourselves as lovers, and we answered orgy, can you say that, orgy? Shirr ya can. Editor-In-Chief Daniel S. Parker Managing Editor Joyce Howe Managing Editor Kathleen McDonough News Editor Elena Cacavas Art Director Rebecca Bernstein Feature Jon-Michael Glionna vacant Dennis Goris Robbie Cohen vacant Garry Preneta . . .. Dennis R. Floss . . Carlos Vallarino Campus Mark Meltzer Assistant . Joe Simon Graphics Seth Goodchild National vacant Assistant Robert G Basil Photo Tom Buchanan Assistant Cathy Carlson Sports David Davidson Copy Peter Howard Prodigal Sun Education vacant Arts Environmental Marc Sherman Music. types. Sloatsburg just doesn’t cut it. Nor does Weedsport. Ovid is scenic, reminding me coincidentally of another little New York town, Homer, named after the man who made travel world literature’s favorite metaphor with the Odyssey. And an odyssey, a personal odyssey, Is something everyone should take sometime. City Assistant Contributing Ralph Allen Tim Swilala Nearing the final toll, the girls over in the Datsun shine a light on a note that tells us it's been real, and that we're lucky we didn't take our little bantering seriously. There never would have been a final payoff the note says plainly We give them a ten-four, good buddy, and put up a final sign reading, Only the Good Die Young. They laugh heartily, and the driver moves to warp factor two as they proceed home to D’Youville College. Even girls—God, how thejj 1 shortened an eight-hour ride. And sure, maybe we’ll run into them in Slomba’s one night. Or better yet, In a hole-in-the-wall in South Dakota. Or on a beach in Crete. Or, more likely, they’ll show up on some other trip as just another thought in the soup. Business Manager Bill FmKelstein The Spectrum is served by College Press Service. Field Newspaper Syndicate, Los Angeles Times Syndicate. Collegiate Headlines Service and Pacific News Service The Spectrum is represented lor national advertising by Communications and Advertising Services to Students, Inc. Circulation average: 15.000 The Spectrum offices ate located in 355 Squire Hail. State University ol New Yor* at Main Street Buffalo. Near York 14214 Telephone: (716) 831 5455 editorial; (716) 831 5419, business. Copyright 1979 Buffalo N Y The Spectrum Student Periodical. Inc Editorial policy is determined by the Editor m Chiel. Republication of any matter herein without the express consent of the Edilor inChief is strictly forbidden
