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Lethbridge Herald, The (Newspaper) - January 25, 1975, Lethbridge, Alberta Saturday, January 25, 1975 THE LETHBRIDGE HERALD S A collection of brief book reviews "Universe 5" edited by Terry Carr (Random House of Canada, 209 A collection of 12 science fiction stories. Most of these stories are good imaginative science fiction, one or two are of lower quality. Gene Wolfe's story, The Rubber Bend, deals with the enigma posed by the place of time in Einstein's theory of relativity. This story is par- ticularly thought provoking. MIKE PRATT "Irrigation in Southern Alber- ta, 1882 by A. A. den Otter, (Occasional Paper No. 5, Whoop up Country Chapter, Historical Society of Alberta, Lethbridge, 24 The decision to reprint this early history of irrigation in Southern Alberta and thus make it available to those peo- ple interested in the develop- ment of Whoop up country was a sound one. Dr. den Otter's study was originally published in the Great Plains Journal in Lawton, Oklahoma, where it would have been read by few Southern Albertans. Dr. den Otter has made such an interesting story of the development of irrigation that the reader will probably have only one criticism: the two decades of the study are so quickly covered that the reader is left wondering about the period after 1901. The inclusion of a number of pic- tures and a map from the 1900 era adds interest to the' report. The 'younger reader who is accustomed to seeing tractors and other massive machinery will be amazed to see the long, deep canal cuts made with two horse teams and scrapers which hold only a couple of wheelbarrow loads of dirt. Those may have been the "good, old days" but they were long, hard working days. ELBERT E. MILLER "Augustus. John: Volume I, Years of Innocence" by Michael Holroyd (William Ileinemann, 415 Michael Holroyd has written an outstanding biography of Augustus John, one of the finest and most controversial artists of the first half of this century. John, a quiet, withdrawn and brilliant student, became a Bohemian king surrounded by a court of fair weather friends, devoted admirers and infatuated women. It was said that girls fainted at the sight of him, beseiged his studio and that even old ladies on buses would get up and offer him their seats. He lived with his wife, mistress and seven sons in different parts of England and France and despite his amorous activities and travel found the time and energy to paint his way to fame. In his preface, Mr. .-Holyroyd claims that the biographer's real purpose is to re-create a world into which readers may enter. He has ac- complished his objective superbly in this first volume as he describes the childhood, education, artistic friends and turbulent career of Augustus John. 1 eagerly await the publication of volume two. Augustus John has an index, notes and black and white il- lustrations. It took six years to write and was serialized in the Sunday Times in Britain. TERRY MORRIS "From Cortes to Castro" by' Simon Collier, (William Heinemann, Ltd. 408 Dr. Collier has subtitled this book An Introduction to the History of Latin America 1492-1973. Actually it is a condensation, for he describes the conquest of every country from the day Columbus landed in the Bahamas on Oct. 12, 1492; the later wars of independence; and political struggles right up to the return of Peron in Argentina and the massacre of Allende and his supporters in Chile. It took Spain less than 40 years to conquer Cuba, Puerto Rico, Mexico, Central America and all of South America except Brazil which Was annexed by Portugal. From 1530 on, shiploads of Spanish settlers came to the new world, and by 1590 the boundaries of the various countries were set, and "Latin" America established as it has remained to this day. Spain retained her western empire for nearly 300 years until the Napoleonic wars claimed air her attention and resources, and the colonies were forced to go it alone. Collier tries to explain the internal political squabbles and insurrections which have bedeviled all the governments of South America by the mixed inheritance of Spanish and other European cultures; the potpourri of races native Indian, Creole, and half caste mestizo and mulatto; the interference of church and military; and the extremes of wealth and poverty, education and ignorance, which always provide tinder for the fires of rebellion. The price of this book may seem prohibitive, but when one considers it gives en- cyclopedic coverage of the history of 20 countries, it is an excellent buy for anyone interested-in the subject. MARY HEINITZ "The Bird in Last Year's Nest" by Shaun Herron (McClelland and Stewart, Limited, 300 Since the Civil War in 1936, Spain has appeared relatively subdued. Generalissimo Franco has kept the country busy, growing, and content, at least on the surface. But the seething restlessness under Franco's harsh measures has reappeared from time to time, more recently with the Basque Freedom Fighters, an organization made up of idealistic young adults, or conversely, bitter old men. In Shaun Herron's fourth novel, Dion Ugalde has traded his wartime terrorist tactics for the anonymity of a village doctor's life, where he and his wife share virtual solitude, living only for the day their student son, Mauro becomes a doctor and raises a family. But Mauro has secretly join- ed the freedom fighters and in his struggle with the authorities jeopardizes his parent's secret and, even- tually, their life. Shaun Herron is a frequent contributor to The Herald's editorial pages. His book is written in the same easy style, and is good reading. JOANNE GROVER "Ma Kee The Life and Death of a Muskellunge" by David V. Reddick (McLeiland and Stewart, This is a fascinating book not only for those interested in any aspect of natural history but also for anyone who is interested in a good story dramatically told. While the story centres around a muskellunge and its life in an Ontario Lake, from its spawn- ing to its final capture at the hands of a young fisherman, there is also an incredible amount of information about the living things that make up the world of the muskellunge, many insights into the life histories and habits of all sorts of other creatures in. that world. The knowledge to be gained from lliis book is only one of its attractions. The other is the writing skill with which the story is expressed. The author uses the English language as Constable used his paints and brushes with meticulous attention to detail and vivid imagery. The reader finds himself lingering over each paragraph, savoring the beauty of expression, and ab- sorbing into his mind's eye the word pictures painted so clearly by the author. The title may cause poten- tial readers to ignore this book thinking they were in for a dry, scientific treatise. If so it would be a shame. They would miss a truly beautiful reading experience. HELEN SCHULER "Chess Ideas for Young Players" by John Love and John Hodgkins (Clarke, Irwin and Company Limited, 165 One shouldn't begin reading this book without a chess board and a set of men in front of him. Only by playing every move written down and trying out a few of your own at the same time, will you gain most pleasure and instruction from this book. The book's aim is to give chess players ideas, of making plans which will help you win. Although the book deals with only two openings they are handled in such a way as to show the player how to deal with any opening they are likely to meet. If the player doesn't understand chess notation the appendix at the back of the book will be help- ful. The problems given throughout the book for the reader to solve are arranged, in each section, in order of dif- ficulty. The reader may be un- able to solve some of the more difficult ones at a first reading, but as he gains in ex- perience and reads through the book a second time, he should find the solutions more readily. CHRIS STEWART "Inside Boxing" by Floyd Patterson. (Fitzhenry and VVhiteside Ltd., 78 A short how to box book by two time world heavyweight boxing champion Floyd Patterson. The book, completed with photos and is a step above the normal boxing instruction booklets as Patterson uses the men he fought as examples of different styles. Among the points Patterson makes is for each aspiring boxer to af- filiate himself with a good .club in order to learn proper techniques. There are many boxing clubs in Southern Alberta and any boy wishing to take up the sport is more than welcome at any of them. GARRY ALLISON THE VOICE OF ONE Dr. Frank S. Questions I would One of the survivors 1. Why do Canadians have to pay heavy tax- es to support CBC, yet CBC has such a tedious amount of advertising and such dependence on it? 2. Why does CBC require such an army of employees for its productions? 3. Why is so much violence permitted in hockey when Canadians have clearly stated their desire for fast, clean hockey? Why is a team like Philadelphia with only two good hockey players able to win the Stanley Should not their bullying tactics be curbed? 4. How can the CPR get away with their abandonment of passenger services when Canadians paid so heavily for these services? How can CPR be represented as serving Canada when their only interest is making money? Can CPR claim to have played fairly with Canada? 5. Why are there male chauvinists but not female chauvinists? 6. Why has grammar disappeared from the educational curriculum? Why, for example, is "between 'he and I" considered accep- table? Why have "me" and "whom" vanish- ed from the vocabulary? 7. Why are strikes considered democratic when their effect is so undemocratic? Would it not be more democratic (i.e. less destruc- tive of society and more fair to the com- munity) to have compulsory judicial ar- bitration? Would this also not be fairer to both workers and employers? 8. Why are schools renouncing all discipline and all values? 9. If older people are neither needed nor wanted in the work force, why is not an ade- quate pension provided? 10. Why does Lord Killanin of the Inter- national Olympic Committee consider that Canada is responsible for the Canada did not invite the Olympics. Quebec did and promised Canada would not have to assume responsibility. Has not Mayor Drapeau fooled the Canadian people? Have Canadians not already paid a huge bundle through the lotteries which have been tragically demoralizing? 11. Why does television contend that its advertising sells products but that the violence on TV has little effect? A survey by the Christian Science Monitor conducted six weeks after Robert Kennedy's assassination in 1968 found 84 killings in 85 Vz hours of prime time and Saturday's programs. The most Violent evening hours were p.m. when approximately 27 million children aged two to 17 were watching. During that time one violent incident occurred every 16 minutes and a killing every half hour. During one week 400 people were killed on prime time shows. Violence in shows is represented as a means of goal achievement according to studies. 12. Why is punishment being taken out of sentences given criminals? Is not lack of punishment immoral? Is lack of punishment not also an injustice to society? Is it not indeed unfair to criminals? 13. Why do Canadians permit the destruc- tion of forests and wildlife? Why does Canada not learn from countries which have been stripped of trees and turned into a desert? 14. Why is German theology so popular in the U.S. and Canada when it has had such dis- astrous consequences in Germany? A genera- tion ago it was Earth, Brunner, and Tillich. Today it is Kung, Moltmann, Pannenberg, and Rahner. Was there no connection between Luther and Hitler? 15. Why is there no service in the stores any more? Why is it so difficult to get anyone to wait on you? Why must you stand in line so long to pay for an article? 16. Why is the UN so hard on South Africa, so indifferent to the good it has done, and so tolerant of Uganda, Russia, Spain, and Chile, all of whom have been more brutally oppressive of minorities than has South Africa? 17. What evidence is there that humanity is improving? Is there not evidence of genetic decay? Does not humanity resent improving? What evidence is there that you can improve man? SATURDAY TALK By Harry Bruce The poverty in Ottawa Groenen Depressing saga of Indian education "Geniesh, An Indian Girlhood" by Jane Willis, (newpress, 199 Jane Willis was a precocious child; she grew up to be an intelligent, articulate woman, despite her education. "Geniesh" is her story a story of a Cree Indian girl who almost bought, but managed by the skin of her teeth not to, the white man's insensitive interpretation of her Indian heritage. Janie's carefree early childhood amid doting, in- dulgent relatives provides a bright foil for her later bleak 10-year existence in Anglican boarding schools. She grew up on an island where the Fort George River meets the eastern shore of James Bay, tramping its woods long before the Quebec govern- ment hatched the scheme, now infamous in some circles, to exploit the swift rivers of that area of Quebec. With surprising restraint spliced with occasional lashings of angry candor, Ms. Willis traces the humiliations of being a "savage" in a white-run "civilized" and allegedly God-fearing in- stitution. Homey places, those schools she attended, full of the joys of the simple life for the Indian students: brushing teeth with Lifebuoy soap (the teachers alone merited actual shivering with cold in unheated dormitories; being searched for lice, whether you deserved it or not and always, constantly, by almost all of the teachers, having your Indian heritage thrown in your face as something shameful, to be repressed and reviled. For the joy and enlightenment brought by these Christian schools, the Indian children were expected to pay: by peel- ing mountains of potatoes, emptying chamber pots, scrubbing floors and lavatories a countless litany of chores. But the biggest payment of all came in the form of self respect and personal pride teachers of a singularly despicable nature seemed determined to wring every last drop of self worth, to extract every ounce of self respect from their charges, smothering their in- dividuality along the way. Exploitation and prejudice Jane Willis' book is a monu- ment to the ugliness of such aspects of life. She doesn't tell her story with literary flair or metaphoric splendor. She tells it simply, with far less in- nuendo than her experiences warranted. "For 12 years I was taught to love my neighbor es- pecially if he was white but to hate myself to feel nothing but shame for my "pagan savage'.' ancestors. I was told I was intelligent, but not intelligent enough to think for myself When I was stripped of all pride, self- respect and self confidence, 1 was told to make something of myself to show that not all In- dians were savage or stupid." What more searing indict- ment of Canada's education of Indians could there be? LYNNE VAN LUVEN Significant historical diary "A Winter at Fort Macleod" by R. B. Nevitt, edited by Hugh A. Dempiey (McClelland and Stewart West Ltd. In 1890 the Rev. John McLean and the Rev. John MacDougall used to entrance the residents of five year old Lethbridge with "tales of 15 to 25 years ago" when there were scarcely any white men and not more than two white women in the whole area. They were showing the contrast made since the com- ing of the North West Mounted Police and the Canadian Pacific Railway. Even those pages of our history would have been lost if some institu- tion such as the Manitoba Legislative Library had not stored meticulously the issues of Alberta newspapers. Now people with time and inclina- tion can pour over these volumes and recreate in some measure the story of the years from 1882 when the Fort Macleod Gazette first appeared. The period from 1874 to 1882 is clouded, as most accounts are memoirs which are colored by what the mind chooses to remember. Only diaries and journals can give the sense of immediacy where good and bad ap- pear in their proper pro- portions. Here the Glenbow Alberta Institute is fulfilling its Dr. Hugh Dempsey is patiently editing various diaries into readable and historical form. In this case he was doubly for- tunate because Richard Nevitt, a surgeon, was not only a diarist but an artist as well and in the tradition of the "official artist" of the 18th century NWMP expeditions he has left us water-color paint- ings of sights and scenes not otherwise recorded. In his mountain scenes (and they .are reproduced in color) one can actually identify in- dividual mountain peaks. It makes one wish to see the originals in Calgary. The journal actually con- sists of the letters sent to the girl who later became Mrs. Nevitt. In these he tries to pic- ture life as he is living it. His first letter is headed Belly River, October 11, 1874; the last F'ort Macleod June 14, 1875. We', read of the monotony, discomfort and yet high spirits of the young men of the NWMP. We meet peo- ple whose names are familiar. Cecil Denny" now sleep- ing on a hard Kanouse and "Mr. Weatherwax a trader." Nevitt went to Ft. Benton and stayed with the Bakers and Conrads. They were so hospitable he knew they could not be "Yankees" they were Southerners as was Mr. Nevitt. The mobility of the force is astounding for they were constantly making quick trips to the Cypress Hills, Fort Benton or even Helena as if it were a mere jaunt. Yet two of their men died in a storm coming from Fort Kipp to Fort Macleod. For Southern Albertans this is a "must" read. If Glenbow continues publishing diaries and letters information will be available to fill out the shadowy period between 1874 and 1882. Then our social history may be written ac- curately. HALIFAX I knew a journalist who took a free flight to India, watched some cricket and polo over there, clicked heels and drank well with officers of the Indian army, dined in candlelight opulence with Canadian ex- patriates of the better sort, and returned home to pen for his readers an immortal sentence: "There was no poverty that I could find in Bombay." That's how Heel after.a recent trip to Ot- tawa. There was no poverty that I could find in our nation's capital. I'm sure there really is a whiff of it somewhere under Ottawa's arms but, as my friend learned in India, one's chosen work determines what one sees. And I was in Ottawa on government business. I ran into another guy who sometimes visits Ottawa as a consultant to government. On this trip, he was getting many hundreds of dollars for three days' work. Only it wasn't really three days' work because a departmen- tal messenger had gone astray with the very document the government had hired the con- sultant to examine. Canada was paying him as much money per day as millions of Canadians earn in a week but, now, one whole morning of his time had slipped by and he would have to be paid for eating breakfast in bed, reading the morning paper, phoning a few friends, and splashing around in the hotel pool. (He always brings his bathing suit on business trips to Ottawa.) None of this was his fault. The truth was, there was no work he could do till the messenger showed up with the report. It was coming from an office only four blocks from his hotel but snow was falling now, the driv- ing was greasy, the messenger probably had other calls to make. No sweat, the consultant says, over our pre-lunch martinis, the people who hired him aren't worrying. Why should he? Government people, he says, are generally courteous, intelligent, not too pushy. He likes working for them. He likes coming to Ottawa. Getting to be "quite the little city." As a visitor on a government expense account, of course, it's hard to get by on less than, say, a day in expenses. But there's no sweat there, either. He likes the Holiday Inn. Huge rooms. Fluffy white, towels, and plenty of them. Balcony. View of the. heart of town. Color television with bedside switch. Rooftop bar, street-level bar, underground bar, good shops in a breezy mall. Obedient elevators, cars at the door. Later, I join some other non-Ottawans for dinner. They're out-of-town members of a government committee that meets every couple of weeks, and they stay at the Carleton Towers. It's a much-favored institution among those with taxpayers' money to spend on a night's luxury. Or, for that matter, a week's luxury. We go to an Italian restaurant. Beyond the purple and snow-clad hills, there are mur- murings about inflation, or recession or something. We decide it's our national duty to eat modestly. Couple of drinks, bottle of Chianti or two, basic non-frills spaghetti, sensible ravioli, austere gnocchi, veal parmeson, black coffee. Four of us, and all it costs the tax- payers of Canada is fifty-odd bucks. No sweat. A senior public servant has told them that if their committee makes recommendations for a budget increase of more than million, they might just run into the odd roadblock. Anything under that? No sweat. We engage in some badinage about who among us will land the cushy jobs their deliberations may yet create. No, there is no poverty that I can find in Ot- tawa. It just doesn't feel poor. The excavations for the office towers of tomorrow huge geometric chasms between sidewalks a block up beside the man-made cliffs of today while the work buildings of yesterday succumb forever to the wrecker's ball. Nothing trumpets the power of money quite so clearly as a wall of glass zooming straight up from the street for hundreds of feet. The expensive restaurants are full when they should be full. The expensive bars fairly sizzle with talk long into the winter nights and, sometimes, it seems as though the talk all spins around raises, promotions, transfers, pensions, reclassifications, bureaucratic boondoggles, raw deals, sweet deals, departmental sinecures, departmental sweetshops, individual rip-offs, collective in- dignities, and the injustices, extravagances, stupidities and blazing absurdities of the ef- fort to make the public service bilingual. After hours, these are the real conver- sational passions of your federal public ser- vice in Ottawa. And though we pay a lot to make the city in Which they live shine for the whole country and catch the occasional glory of the Canadian sun in gleaming acres of vertical Ottawa glass it may be that there's a kind of poverty up there, after all. A poverty of contact with Canada. A pover- ty that nurtures bouts of indifference towards the feelings and fates of all those Canadians who not only don't live in the national capital but will never in their lives even get a chance to see it. There's something else to confess By Doug Walker The prayer of confession at our church took the form of a bidding prayer one Sunday. We were'bid to silently confess where we had gone wrong in our family life, at work, etc. On the way home, Paul said he didn't like that kind of praying because he couldn't think W. J. COUSINS of anything. "I thought of a lot of things you could .confess about family Elspeth told him. "You were supposed to do your own confessing, not rejoined Paul. "Well, I had so little to said Elspeth, I had lots of time to think about you and your ;