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Page 4 THINGS LOOKING UP By King O. Simpkins For about three days now I’ve been trying to start this report in a grand old way. Well I can’t, so you’re going to get it anyway I give it. Yours truly was recently a member of a tour through the lost wilderness. What lost wilderness am I referring to? Why the new STUDENT UNION building of course. Believe it or not this ediface to the student body will be completed in the near future. Some time before our beloved school reopens, the STUDENT UNION building will be completed and ready for the grand opening. Barring any unforseen difficulties such as the workers holding out for more pay, we will have this new building. To all the students who Also on the upper level there will be a recreation area for students, faculty lounge and Dr. Rapps office. You will be able to tell where Rapps office starts by the blue carpeting. Faculty lounge and cafeteria will be on the north wall by the student cafeteria. The recreation area will be recognized by the sounds of pinball machines, pool tables and cards. The lower level will have an art gallery on three walls around the stairway. Also there will be offices and areas for the clubs associated with the school. Also some classrooms and maintenance will be in lower levels along with the kitchens for the cafeteria. Well I was told it would be a nice building. Yet I’m not sure it was worth the waste. While the AN INTERVIEW WITH SANTA! The Other Paper ~ ' m By Thomas Rafferty As the great Christmas carol goes “it’s Christmas time in the city”. Yes, silver bells are ringing all over Syracuse and Central New York. And with the hustle and bustle of frantic Xmas shoppers, the many Santa Claus’ in the huge shopper’s paradises prepare for their annual confrontation with the kids. Thousands upon playing “Santa Claus” in the Salina Street Dey Brothers store for the past eight years. Since many people do not know anything about “the man behind, the beard” this writer took it upon himself to talk with him in the privacy of his home. Arriving at Mr. Bensen’s home, I was sur prised to see him, not making thousands of eager youngsters will ready the numerous Xmas lists, but have been waiting these past long building is a great architectural years and will be leaving this achievement, it lacks the fun- be climbing aboard their favorite knee to talk with St. Nick himself. Obviously, everyone has a good time visiting with Santa and fin ding out prematurely if they have been a good boy or girl all year. sitting in his favorite chair resting his “sore knees”. He told me to make myself comfortable and ask him anything I pleased about his unique job. I decided to ask him just a few vacation to greater glories, my only word to you and yours is “tough”. To those of you that stay I say good luck. This new building does have its good features and quite a few at that. The cafeteria will be by far it’s best asset. -Fit on two walls it will be able to serve hundreds of students. Hoping that it will be able to serve throughout the day. With a snack type of service and a more inexpensive type service it is hoped it will cover the students needs. With tables and chairs removed it will be a dance hall at home base. To more shelling out for rent and none of this driving to Tully for a dance. Food will be prepared in the lower level and be brought upstairs. The student lounge will be larger than the one at Midtown, also having a fireplace and sliding doors onto the north side of the building. INTERESTING DATA ON POGEY POND By ABS damentals of a college and there is room for 3 or 4 more classrooms in places. Yet the new STUDENT Yet how does Santa feel about all questions relating to his work at this? Or better yet, how does the store. “How did you get the job Robert Bensen feel about all this? Who’s Robert Bensen? He is the man who has been hosting all the UNION will probably do more to kids eager questions about Xmas bring the college together than ancj what they will receive this anything to date. year. He’s the man who has been A CA S U A L D A Y A T M ID T O W N By Sue Camaione Hygiene classes at Midtown, it is rare that we see humans, especially playing Santa Claus at the store Mr. Bensen?” “It all stared about 8 years ago when I was shopping in Dey Brothers. The manager of the store saw me, obviously knew I was the right build, (being 265 lbs.) and proceeded to ask me a few questions about my interests and the like”. “He asked me if I like kids and I told him I did and he game me the uniform and told me to report to work on Monday.” “Have you any funny or wierd “Oh, of course!” “It is a mighty tough business to succeed in when you have 4 more Santa Claus’s in 4 different stores!” In fact John, Ron, Carl and myself (John, Ron, and Carl being the other “Santas”) get together alot to swap tales about our exciting jobs. We even discuss with each other how to more effectively play the part of Santa Claus.” As I left his abode late in the evening very impressed about my talk with “Santa”, as I was leaving I looked up and saw “Robert Ben sen” attired in his costume leaving in his sleigh! I waved to him and he said as he rode out of sight - Happy Shopping at Dey Brothers and to All a Goodnight! Silence realms in the halls at of the opposite sex. But that was memories about the job since you Winter Now In case any of the readers of this paper are interested in what’s hap pening to the pond, read on. Pogey pond has been on this hill longer than the campus has. The pond was originally built for some reason that no one can remember or for some reason that I do not know Midtown. Suddenly a wolf whistles breaks the air as fourteen Dental Hygienists wliisper lewd calls and give their opposites passing “once overs”. “This is a switch” one guy mumbles as he trys to get to his locker without feeling absolutely ridiculous. “How about a seven for this one” my girlfriend rings out as a tall brunette about 180 lbs. passes by. “I don’t think so,” someone an swers “maybe a 5.” By this time our brunette is crimson but he boldly turns and says “I don’t mind.” This strange reversed episode happened on Nov. 14 at precisely 9:00 a.m. For those of you who are lucky enough to be on the hill campus, you may not quite under stand our minute ‘battle of the sexes’. Or. then again you probably do. Having all of the Dental not the reasoning behind our ac tions. Every Tuesday we desperately try to get to an overcrowded Anatomy and Physiology class. To do so we must pass a crowd of about 20 bulls, giving their opinions and whistling out through a small hall just outside our class. have been working at Dey Brothers?” “I have a list a mile long.” “I can tell you a few -of the more memorable ones.” “One time a girl was so scared to sit on my lap that she pulled my beard off and ran back to her mother.” \And then there was the time I asked a little “I’m sick of this” one Dental, boy what he wanted for Xmas and Hygienist says one cold day about a week ago. “Right” answers a small blonde, “its betting humiliating, so lets give them some of their own medicine.” The call is heard to all our sisters surrounding us who also have to pass to Anatomy and Physiology class on Tuesdays. The excitement is unbearable and we wait our week out. Then quietly on that snowy Tuesday morning we make history, reverse our roles, and continue the battle of the sexes. he told me ' he wanted a new mother.” “How many St. Nick costumes have you gone through since you started work at Dey Brothers?” “I lost count at 14.” “The kids tug and pull on my costume so much that it’s not long before it has to mended and washed.” “About every month I need a new costume.” “Do you have a lot of com petition in the surrounding stores in the city who also have, a Santa on hand?” By J. Piper People, start your engines, if you can. Yes winter is upon us once again. Those icy roads and the six foot snow drifts are all back. The mad rush to the tire dealer is on. The question is, how long will the snow last? In Syracuse, if it doesn’t rain it snows. Don’t fret if you only see the sun twenty times a year, better things are yet to come, i The day of the contrdlled climate 1 is not far away. Yes, there might be a time when it will rain only when you need rain. Scientists are now in the primary stages of developing a city with controlled climate. A city where you could walk to work without an umbrella. Where is this city? Right now its on the drawing board. Soon these ’ drawings will become reality. How soon? No one knows for sure. But one thing the scientists are sure of is that old man winter’s days are numbered. about. However, when the pond was built, someone picked a dam at one end to hold the water in. At that time the dam was probably quite sturdy; however, in our day and age dams made out of mud are out-dated. When I first saw the pond it was dry in most parts with only a few mud holes in corners of the pond. This came as a shock to me because I had expected to have seen a pond that was described to be as an oasis on campus. Later I learned that the pond had been drained to protect the dam from breaking and from flooding the areas below the cam pus. The cause - a rain storm, that had come a few weeks before school had open. However, all rumors were put to an end when the pond was filled again. For once everyone saw the pond again was happy. Now it seems that disappoint ment is about to invade them. Large construction equipment is on the edges of the pond. There is likely to be little work done on the pond. No one should worry though, the pond is in no danger of being drained again. The pond is merely going to be reshaped at the end of the dam. For safety reason the pond will be kept at a level of six feet. Our dam is unsafe and the administration does not have the money to fix it. Besides that, there will be no swimming, no hockey or any other type of tresspassing at the pond. . .If they can keep us out of it! One more thing, the dam wil have some type of spillway. WHAT’S THAT LURKING IN MY ICE CREAM? A guest column by Lois Pritzlaff/Alternative Features Service It was a bright, crisp morning when it happened. I was casually comparing the list of ingredients on a box of breakfast cereal and a package of dog food. Almost im mediately I knew I’d been eating the wrong one. That’s when it struck: I became a fastromaniac. Gastromania is the compulsion to know exactly what is in the food we eat. Never again can I enjoy a morsel of meat without wondering if I’m ingesting antibiotics and har- mones, and I’ll always wonder if passing cars had contaminated with lead the grain that the poor beast had consumed. My gastromania has led to long hours spent reading the fine print on packaged foods. It’s made me a pest, in the mail receiving rooms of food manufacturers, and caused the local grocer avoid me. (He never did tell me what he uses to shine his cucumbers.) Never had I realized that so much food is artificially flavored, colored, or embalmed. Chemicals are added to keep ingredients from combining or separating. Strange elements are thrown in to keep products dry, firm, of good texture and free of foam. Certain cheeses are even given chloromine I, to keep them from stinking. Ah— progress! When I found that by eating a certain brand of bleached white bread I would be improved, matured, conditioned, emulsified and stabilized, and my mold would be inhibited, my disease began to worsen. Then, the day I saw that my ice cream carton contained no list of ingredients, I became hysterical. My gastromania had reached the crisis stage. They promptly answered my inquiry about this mysterious lapse of information, enclosing a “fact sheet” concerning food standards. Skimming through it, I soon per ceived that food standards had been developed for our protection. That still didn’t explain why the ingredients in ice cream are secret. Could it be classified information? I continued reading. At Iast-a paragraph on the labeling of stan dardized foods! “Artificial colors and flavors, and chemical preservatives must be declared on the labels of all food containing them, except butter, cheese and ice cream.” This rule, I discovered, followed the infamous “standard of identity”-the FDA’s definition of what certain foods should contain. On some foods ingredients must be listed on the package, but never basic, man datory ingredients. I knew what that meant for me. Not only would I feel forced to give up ice cream forever, but I would throw my cheese to the mice and use my butter to grease the doorknob (to keep my roommate out) when a friend spends the night. Of course, I didn’t doubt for a moment the validity of the FDA’s declaration that the standard of identity is for our protection. Never would I entertain the notion that it might also benefit big business. You see, food manufac turers don t waste their money on lobbyists! They subsidize the research of nutritionists who cer tainly would not allow the source of their money to influence their findings. Yes, we are constantly bombar ded by truth. It was only my gastromania that forced me to write to the FDA. They did (they really did) offer to divulge the standard of identity for anything at my request. But I decided to bother them no more. Instead, I went to the library to search for the Code of Federal Regulations Title 21, which con tains the standards of identity. As this still didn’t solve the question of which companies are exercising which options, I am back to the letter writing. Most food manufacturers will be happy to tell you what is really in a certain product, if you can manage to refrain from mentioning that their product makes you sick. Ad dress your letters to their Con sumer Service Department (if you can find the address on the label). e v Should you become stricken with gastromania, and wish to write a letter to the Food and Drug Ad ministration, their address is Washington, D.C. 20201. Just tell them that you would ap preciate a complete list of ingredients on all food products. The government never keeps any other secrets from us so why shouldn’t they tell us what is in our food? It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve heard bad news.
