1983_11 The Daily Collegian November 1983

              Nov. 1, 1983
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by Robert Foster
Bookstore unlikely to uncover men's mags
ie problem that "Taylor referred lo
he fight by San Jose Slate students
c Schneider and Karen Hester to
ive  magazines  from the Spartan
>l sexual abuse. Among the maga-
bookstore managemenl. the magazines
in question were pulled from the racks
Taylor said that the Kennel Bookstore has never carried any of the four
magazines, nor are there plans to stock
such magazines in the future.
"The question about carrying those
kinds of magazines hasn't been raised,
and I prefer that it stay that way." Taylor said.
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• "But if we did receive enough requcsis
for those kind of magazines, then we .
would take it under consideration."
In the San Jose State case. Schneider
and Hester, along with the campus
women's center, approached general
books department manager Nancy
McMahon about dropping the maga-
Following a meeting with the involved parties, ihe bookstore agreed to
remove the magazines. That wasjust the
beginning of the battle, though, as Ihe
situation grew into a campus-wide
storm earlier this year The question
sparked several debates aboul whether
According lo McMahon. the situation hasn't changed since an article in
Ihe October 1983 issue of Ms magazine
detailed ihe light lo remove the mag-
"Nothing has changed in the situation." McMahon said. "We're still not
carrying those magazines."
Haak names VP
search group
president for academic affairs at CSUF
has been established with appointments
by the Academic Senate. President
Harold Haak and the Associated Slu-
Selected by the Academic Senate
were full-time faculty members Dr
Richard Brown, associate professor of
education; Dr. Thomas Gunn. professor of agricultural economics and education; Dr. Warren Kessler. professor
of philosophy, and Dr. Patricia Thomson, chair of the Department of Physical Education-Recreation.
Added by the president to serve on
the group are Dr. Helen Gigliotii.
assistant vice president for academic
affairs in budgeting; Dr. Theresa Perez,
associate professor of education; William Corcoran, dean of student affairs
Dr. Allen Agnew. professor of information systems and decision sciences; and
Dr. Peter Klassen. dean of the School of
Social Sciences.
Representing the Associated Students on the Search Committee will be
AS President Andrea Hedgley.
A successor to Dr. Tomas Arciniega,
who became president of CSC Bakers-
field this fall, is expected to fill the position proir to the fall 1984 semester.
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Ticket rush; Only the fittest survive
•Two weeks of training in the United
States military academy at West Point,
the purchase and use of a 198£ U.S.
Lightweight Chrysler army/ lank, a
short haircut, and I was determined to
get in line to buy my Bulldog basketball
tickets.    .
I knew the bottom line to acquiring
basketball tickets was that only the fittest would survive the rush. I was fit and
ready to survive.
I rented every available high-volume
speaker from the Federated Group and
hooked them up to my stereo in order to
hear the announcement of when and
where Bulldog basketball tickets wouid
be available last weekend. I turned my
system up full blast.
Volume turned up, my army tank
idling down stairs,, gun and bullets
strapped around my new army greens,
attack plans folded neatly and stuffed
into my front pocket — I was the entire
A-team rolled into one. Nothing could
stop me from getting my Bulldog
basketball tickets.
Suddenly, Friday night, 10:30 p.m.,
my stereo, on volume 10, screamed
"Here it is folks, the moment youVe all
been waiting for."
I was so anxious for the DJ to
announce where and when tickets would
be available, I shot my stereo to pieces
before the announcement. Luckily, I
had my reserve transistor on. I was
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happy at how well my gun worked
though.
"Tickets will be available early Saturday mortiingat the CSUF amphitheatre," screamed the DJ of the local radio
1 roared out of my apartment at once
to make my trek to the ticket outlet. It
bothered me none to see a parking ticket
on my army tank. I shot it to pieces. The
M-16 bullets ricocheted off my tank
into other apartment windows, but I
didn't care. In fact, I laughed evilly,
jumped in my tank and thrust it into
gear. I had Bulldog basketball tickets to
acquire.
I'm sorry to say. 1 was willing to kill to
get in line for my tickets. I think every-
Upon exit of my apartment driveway.
I saw an old lady pushing a stroller
down the sidewalk about a half-mile
away. She wasnt in my way or anything, but I still unleashed a 200-mili-
meter missile in her general vicinity and
blew her away and whatever was in the
stroller. I didn't want to take a chance
on her being in my way. Plus. I wanted
to try out my newexpensive tank. I may
have been trigger happy, but heck. I had
Bulldog basketball tickets to acquire.
I couldnt agree more with the AS
Senate, which reasoned: By forcing people to work for their tickets, the "real"
fans would emerge with the seats
I considered myself a real fan.
After obliterating the old lady and
The one that didn't get away
CSUF cornerback Curtis Allen hauls down Cai Poly, San. Luis Obispo tight end Damone Johnson
during Saturday's game. The Bulldogs, who won the non-league game, 30-7, return to Pacific Coast
Athletic Association action Saturday when they host the University of Nevada at Las Vegas.
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Sports briefs I
Women kickers 4-6-2
The CSUF women's soccer team
managed one victory but suffered two
defeats last weekend in California Collegiate Women's Soccer-Conference
After the three away games, the Bulldogs' record stands at 4-3-2 in conference play and 4-6-2 overall.
Friday, the Bulldogs lost to the University of California, Riverside, 1-0. in
overtime; Saturday. CSUF beat Occidental-University, 1-0; and Sunday, the
Bulldogs fell to UCLA. 6-0.
her stroller. I made my first real military
decision. I thought to myself, "Screw it
Lacava. don't take the paved roads to
school, you'll be going out of your way."
Thc'liitle devil inside me said to plow
right through residential neighborhoods
and even right through Houses to make
the trip to school in a straight line. I
recalled the shortest distance between
two points philosophy. I decided to
pursue that shortest distance between
my apartment and CSUF.
I swung the tank into a 180 degree
pivot, crossed the street, and bulled
through my first house, crushing an
entire Mormon family in the middle of
their family hour. I heard the droll
sound of piano keys crushing, so I figured they were singing songs. I shouted
an apology, but I doubt they heard. I
didn't care, 1 had Bulldog basketball
tickets to get.'
My tank was working perfectly. Light
weight, but real powerful.
Smash, crush, bash, squish. I was rolling through houses one after another,
leaving a perfect line from my apartment to CSUF.   '■
I had just rolled over a cute little dog
house, squashing the squealing little
puppies inside at a point near Maple
and Shaw avenues when I pulled my
army tank to a complete stop. I opened
the tank lid. stood up. and checked my
wallet.
I'd forgot to bringmy school ID card.
, I swiveled my vehicle into another
ISO-degree turn, and headed home in
high gear. I was losing time. I thought to
myself, "If 1 dont get my tickets. I'm
really'going to do some damage."
Cops were on my tail, sirens were
screaming, and this was bothersome to
me. You can understand. So 1 blew
them all away too. I just couldn't lose
I pulled my Chrysler tank to my
apartment and not out. Bystanders scattered. I scurried upstairs, pulled my purple ID card out of my wrinkled UP.
shorts and scrambled back to my vehicle. I was on my way. *   .
Nothing was going to stop me now.
More sirens, more cops, more deaths
and destruction. For no apparent reason. I even shelled the Seven-Eleven
store on Shaw across from the campus.
I didn't like their prices, I guess.
I finally reached the campus, rolled
over some beautiful healthy green cypress trees, and bulled my way to the
amphitheatre. Somehow, there was already a throng there. I stopped my tank,
opened the hatch and sprayed a few
rounds of bullets in the air to let them
know I was there. I had Bulldog basketball tickets to get.
I threw down my gun, jumped off my
tank like John Wayne would have, and
stood in line. My hands were shaking.
Two hundred and seventy seta of tickets,
or 540 totaUickets available to us students. I was sure I was one of them.
Then I regained my composure enough to hear and see AS Sen. Joe
Martucci talking to a reporter,
going to get my Bulldog basketball
tickets.
Momentarily, I was motionless, speechless, dumbfounded, senseless. Petrified.
Then I regained my composure c-
nough to bear and sec AS Sen. Joe Martucci talking to a reporter. I
•"The people that want their basket-
hall tickets," Martuccci said, "are here
! stared arid listened in disbelief.
1 turned around and walked slowly to
my tank, opened the hatch, got inside,
and. started it up. Still peering out tbe
hatch, I swiveled the barrel in the direction ot Martucci, set my sights, and
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, I
thought, they're only Bulldog basketball tickets.