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Lethbridge Herald, The (Newspaper) - November 7, 1970, Lethbridge, Alberta Saturday, Novombor 7, 1970 THE LEIHBRIDGE HERAID 5 Margaret Luckhiirst Our Meanderings Have Been Meaningful rplIE biggest benefit in mov- ing around the country is that one becomes more cos- mopolitan in outlook and re- gional loyalties tend to lose their importance. As a family we have moved from one coast to the other in Canada and we find the best way to get along in a new habitat is to do as the natives do and learn to adapt by slight changes in our way of life. In Victoria, a delightfully re- laxing place, we became p s e u d o British, affecting (weeds, brogues and umbrel- las. Every afternoon at four we had cakes and tea, all nicely done up with a white cloth, linen napkins and good china. No chipped mugs at the kitch- en table for someone might drop in. These customs were easy enough to accept, and in doing so we received the im- mediate approval of the proper Victorians who are even more by-jovey and English than the originals. But we fell down badly when we were expected to relish their weather with the same calm enthusiasm they did. For the Victorians, it must be noted, have a blind faith in their weather, ceasing to dis- cuss it when the fog falls, be- coming snow and the rain freezes, becoming ice. When this happens, it is ignored and the Victorians continue in their pattern of living, betraying only their physical limitations by the necessity of having to add on still -more layers of tweeds. One would think it logi- cal to achieve comfort merely by flicking up the thermostat, but for reasons we were never able to understand, this seems to the true Victorian to be a sign of weakness, and an ad- mission that their light little is- land is not always the land of flowers and gentle breezes. We never did make it as true Victorians though to give us due credit, we tried. But we had come from a prairie home where, when the temperature falls, we turn up the heat or stoke the fires. We found that immigrants lo the city from the prairies quietly followed this procedure and we envied them; unfortunately we lived in a duplex where the heat con- trol was in our landlady's apartment and she kept the thing locked at a chilly 62 degrees. Our little suite faced the sea, and the salt winds hurled against the windows with such force the curtains fanned around. We stuffed papers in all the window ledges which helped some, and resorted to keeping the oven and toaster on all day to take the chill off. We beefed of course, but our landlady laughingly teased us about how silly it was of us to complain, considering we came from Manitoba where, in her terms, there really was weath- er. "Now you're in she'd chortle away, ignoring my chattering teeth, "and all we do here when the weath- er gets a bit coolish is pull on a nice cozy hat and gloves." "I know I agreed, "but where we come from we don't have to wear them to bed." One day when I was hanging my fur coat over the window to keep out a blizzard, I no- ticed a family plodding along the beach picking up driftwood. I had an idea. Please, Mrs. Landlady, could we turn up the heat provided we gathered driftwood to bum? Well, she thought that a jolly thrifty idea, and said she guessed it was okay, but I think she secretly felt she was succumbing to some undesir- able un-Victorian decay. How- ever, before she could change her mind we went out with a wheelbarrow to see what we could find. Our pickings were pretty slim; the shore was lined with hardy oldtime resi- denls who actually looked for- ward to this sort of scavenging and knew where to hunt. Only twice did we get the heat up to 70 and the landlady was so af- fronted by all the comfort we indulged in I think she would have asked us lo move had the weather not taken a sudden up- turn and we could all resume our Victorian facade without running afoul of local custom. From there we moved to Montreal, a city completely op- posite in character from Vic- toria. Where the latter is regal- ly charming and correct, Mon- treal is something like a frivolous dancing girl. Wo, of course, were deter- mined from the outset we were going to learn the lan- guage. Our small suburb was predominately French Cana- dian anc1 our street almost wholly so. The younger mem- bers of the family picked up the local jargon wilh ease as Ihey played wilh kids who spoke a palois of mixed French and English, It was a good deal more dif- ficult for me, and the thing that made it so was the fact that the French were not in the least shy of using their spat- terings of English words and phrases, while I felt silly' and awkward asking for lait and pain and oeufs in my flat west- ern accent. But I persisted, be- cause the French were always tickled when we "English" as they refer to us, an at- tempt even though in m a n y cases they could understand and speak English almost as well as French. But in Montreal, as in large sections of Quebec, there are still some people who do not understand a word of English and our butcher was a case in point. A big hulk of a man, noted for his fine meat and cheese, he ran a dandy shop except for one detail, neither he nor his staff could converse with their English customers, consequently we did everything in sign language. But how do you ask for spareribs when you don't know the terminology? The day I put in an order for eight pounds of ribs really convinced me I'd never conquer the language in the every day world of house- wifely activities. There were no ribs in the dis- play case so I couldn't point. Somehow I got it across that I wanted pork, but which part of the pig was the question. I pointed to my own ribs, and to much giggling on my part and also the entire butchershop, we went thrrugh pork chops, loin roast, ham hocks, and bacon. A customer came into the store and offered to interpret but it seemed there was no words to express spareribs so all she did was get in on all the gesticulating and arm flail- ing. When the butcher finally decided he'd hit it, he disap- peared only to reappear with great slabs of pork liver. Regretfully I shook my head, and with a sigh of resignation pointed to round steak. Later that winter I signed up for a complete French course, spoken a la Quebec. The first thing I learned to say was snareribs and rushed back to the butcher with my new-found knowledge. He beamed and nodding his head at my sudden wisdom, disappeared into the back only to return with great slabs of pork liver. Before we left Quebec the butcher and I were quite able to carry on a fairly satisfac- tory conversation; in fact I lost my shyness at using my flat western accent and lait and pain and ouefs became part of my daily dialogue. But I never tried asking for ribs again. In Alberta, the world of the cowboy and the big blue sky is quite a contrast to the old worldiness of Montreal, the dis- placed Britishness of Victoria and the blandness of the prai- ries to the east. Hills and herds and horses present still another way of life again, and if new- comers don't readily fall into the western mold and cling to former living patterns, they could soon find themselves al- most on alien ground. One becomes used to talk of feed-lots and charolais; cart- ners and cutters; sows and cows; stocks and crops. Here the weather is taken as it comes, and French makes an impact only when you can't read it on the menu. Naturally we'd like to be- come good Albertans. My hus- band has tried on a number of styles of stetsons, fringed jack- ets and high-heeled boots but hasn't settled on a complete outfit as yet, mostly because he knows, and I know (although I haven't said a word) that no matter what lie wears he still looks like a civil servant. But we're trying to learn, and have decided a good way to be really western is to become adept at horseback riding. We've been out several times but not nearly enough to give us confidence, or feel like good buckaroos. In my case, per- haps I'm just rusty for I did quite a bit of riding in my youth; now if I spend an hour on a horse I walk around for the rest of the day as if ou snowshoes. Although' he tries, I don't think the better-half of the household has his heart, or any other part of him for that mat- ter, in riding. He argues with the horse, trying to tell it what to do, and refuses to follow the rules of equestrianism. That the horses he's ridden to date have a way of treating his lack of horsemanship with accuracy and dispatch says a great deal for p u r p o r t e d horse-sense. When the man realizes that a good rider doesn't stay on a horse by clutching handfuls of its mane or winding his arms around its neck I think some positive progress will be made. Whether either of us will show steadfastness enough to stick to our riding program remains to be seen. We don't know where next our meanderings across Can- ada will take us. One thing we do know however is that when we talk about home, there are a lot of places we can be talk- ing about. by Elwood Ferguson Book Reviews Eight Birds In The Bush And More "Pieces of the Action Vanncvar Bush (William Mor- row and Company, Inc.. pages, distributed by George J. McLeod, birds in the Bush are better than one in the hand. This book is eight birds in the Bush and much, much better than one on the shelf. It's really eight books in one and the subjects add up to a quick course in the art of living. Vannevar Bush invented the Bush Differential Analyzer, the start of modern computer anal- ysis. Don't let that scare he writes about Habakkuk for one thing; and the art of teach- ing subjects such as transients in circuits for another; and how tyros wreck organizations for another; and hobbies for an- other (the essence is the fact lhat one does not have to take a thing seriously in order to get fun out of and great men. What was Habakkuk? It the ice island proposed during the Second World War by Geof- frey Pyke. You'll read about it in the chapter on tyros. After money was poured in (by our government not Bush's) some- one decided it would be cheaper to build an aircraft carrier. The carrier wouldn't melt. Hsbak- kiik would. Hitler was the grand tyro of them all, defined by Bush as someone who usurps authority. They spring up every. where. Knock them over early, Bush advises. Lets get into It. Page 293: "My own meeting with Presi- dent Truman was the first time I had ever seen him. We got on a good basis of exchange at that iirst session. Later on he relied heavily on me, for a while, for information on scien- tific and technical matters. We had an interesting relationship, Jerusalem Through The Ages "Jerus a 1 e m: Excavating 3000 Years of History" by Kathleen M. Kenyou (Thames and Hudson, 211 pp., SIMS, distributed by Oxford Univer- sity ALTHOUGH this is only a reprint (not a revision) of the 1967 edition, it is worthy of renewed attention. Jerusalem, past as well as present, is of great interest. In this book, Dr. Kathleen Kenyou, an international auth- ority on Biblical archaeology, gives the results of arciiaeo'o- gical investigation done in the WSBs ill Jerusalem. She lias at- tempted to show the light that has been cast on Jerusalem in various periods of history from the time of David to the Isia- mic and Crusader ages. Jerusalem offers almost insu- perable problems for archaeolo- gists. There are only limited areas where digging can be done. Early investigators, be- fore the development of stratio- graphical digging, have created a confusing situation by mixing im ijie cvtdr-'ire in some cru- cial places. Rubble is so deep, and precariously situated in oth- er places, (hat it cannot be prob- ed satisfactorily. Yet in spite of the problems, important discov- eries have teen made and arc reported in this book. Travellers to Jerusalem who have been perolexed by tile lo- cation of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in the heart of the Old City will find the chapter on Herodiau and New Testa- ment Jerusalem very interest- ing. Miss Kenyon is able to dem- onstrate that the site of the church was outside the city in those days, in accordance with tradition. The book would have been en- hanced if some attempt had been made to provide a com- parison of size and probable population density for the dif ferent periods of history. But that is a relatively small point. It is a magnificent volume that would be prized by all archaeol- ogical buffs. Half the book con- sists of photographs and draw- ings. And it is beautifully print- ed and bound. DOUG WALKER. Indigenous Art Form "The Story of Jazz" by Marshall Stearns (Oxford University Press, 327 pages, S8.25.) TJESPITE the fact that crit- ics periodically predict the demise of Norlh America's only indigenous art form, jazz con- tinues to stay alive always moving, always changing. The form may change enough to confuse those who have failed to keep abreast of what's hap- pening, but the music itself is. still a vital force. Apparently there is also still an interest on the part of the general public in reading about jazz. Marshall Steam's classic work recently showed up in our office on the list of books to be reviewed. Although it was first publish- ed in 1956, it is by no means outdated and makes a valuable addition to the library of any- one interested in expanding his knowledge on the subject. Most of the book deals wilh the roots and early history of jazz and is as valid now as it was 14 years ago. Tlie predictions the late Dr. Stearns made in iiis final chap- ter, while not extending to the present day, are close enough to Ihe actual event to indicate that there was a man who knew his subject well. Recommended reading for the newcomer to jazz and a must for any serious student of the art form. HERB JOHNSON as long as it lasted. "I developed great respect for President Truman. I saw him in action several times when he was a real statesman. I saw him display superb courage. In regard to the briefing on the bomb, I simply told him the full story, which produced a few remarks that would be regard- ex! as characteristic of Truman. "It may be well to pause here and tell about how I first told General Styer about the bomb And every little while I would hear exclamations by him profane exclamations, incidentally. The same sort of reaction had occurred when I went through the story with Tru- man." Etc. etc. etc. The jacket blurb says "It is an informative, wise and witty book." And it is. Looking under the index, entry for "war. ato- mic, page 94" we find: "As our recent history shows, it is much too early to believe that this (cessation of all war) is now possible. It will come some day, if the human race is to con- with its great experiment, and the world will turn to the equally difficult problems of the control of its population, the ex- haustion of some of its re- sources, the alteration of its cli- mate, the protection of ah- and wr.ter against nollulion.. and per- haps to wise use of leisure and affluence, which latter may be as challenging as the control of war as we now face it." And Bush says "there may be an overwhelming atomic war, which would not necessarily el- iminate the race, but which would certainly set it back to begin the long slow climb all over again. Tin's is a cheery note. I thought elimination was certain. But (lie author sees great wars possibly occurring wilhout the use of atomic weap- ons. Kind of like being trapped in a revolving door, isn'l it? Some- how, the wisdom of it all doesn't ease the pain. But I'd rather I" re this bij.ok than one by lleih- rieh Himmler. Definitely. D'ARC RICKARD. Focus on the University By J. W. FISHBOURNE Ail Explanation (Of Sorts) TN LAST week's column, the education- al syslein was referred to as a "monolithic organization." That particular phrase was the result of a clerical error; what I meant to say was "monolithic babysitting organization." Sorry about that. The fact that some people may take such a remark a little unkindly reminds me that it may be time to point out once again that this column is not intended to reflect the official views of the University of Lethbridge. Really, a university seldom has "official" views, other than on the mundane matters included in its calendar. (And even if members of this particular institution collectively were agreed on anything, I rather doubt I would be select- ed as their spokesman.) There arc a couple of reasons for this periodical disavowal of any pretensions to the role of spokesman for this university. First, it would lie grossly misleading to give any naive individual the impression that nry notions, which do get a bit off the beaten track occasionally, are the official policies of the institution. They are not. It is perfectly "safe" to come here, as safe as it is to attend any university. Nor should it be thought that the teach- ing staff of this university share or even any, perhaps of my somewhat unorthodox views. While I seldom discuss them with anyone here, I suspect my no- tions, and occasional criticisms, would en- gender little interest within these hallowed halls. Generally speaking, academics tend to dismiss an administrator's musings on the subject of education as inconsequential, the meanderings of a lesser mind in an area in which it does not belong. However that may be, I rather like tak- ing the odd pot shot at the sacred cows which exist here as elsewhere. We haven't had time to gather the great flocks that exist at oilier institutions, but I think it can be said lhat we have our basic herd. And it is thriving; ivy is as nutritious a diet as exists for the breed. The Leth- bridge climate seems good for them, and there are a few dedicated herders. So it is not likely many of them will be slain, or even seriously wounded. But it's alnrost a duty to try and torment them a little, now and then. Now, having taken so long to get that off my chest, I find that I have very little space left for anything more. I would like to mention, however, my hope that at least the odd reader will recognize these periodical rantings about education as re- flecting something more than mindless en- joyment in attacking existing institutions. I intend a little more than that. I happen to believe that this province, this country and this world cannot afford the shabby pretence at education exemplified by the existing system. And while I may not be an expert on education, I am a taxpayer. So, as long as I can read, and as long as critics of the educational system make so much more sense than its and, of course, as long as this family news- paper will put up with it I intend to say just what I think about the hoax whimsi- cally labelled "education." My favorite target, while I and this column are spared, is and will remain the fatuous notion that the education system is a method of grading people. Heaven knows, there are other absurdities, such as the idea that regurgitating "facts" is superior to thinking. But that is process, rather than principle, and only' exists be- cause the entire system is based on a mis- conception that is as inhuman as it is irrational. The Voice Of One -By DR. FRANK S. MORtEY Dedicated To Disunity decision of the PLP (Progressive Labor Party) to boycott the cere- monies celebrating the 350th anniversary of parliamentary government in Bermuda because the Prince of Wales symbolized British imperialism and colonialism was in itself symbolic of the disunity in this lovely little country. The boycott was part of the bad mood that has done hundreds of thousands of dollars damage in bombed and burnt buildings in the last few weeks. For the moment there is quiet, but no- thing is more sure than that violence will break out again. One encounters people who are dedicated to destroying civiliza- tion. All this despite the fact that Bermuda is a prosperous place with no unemploy- ment, with free parliamentary government and self-determination. It would be impos- sible to think of a country in the world where people have more liberty. Such disunity is not peculiar to Bermu- da, as any Canadian knows. Nor is it con- fined to politics and race. In Sydney, Aus- tralia, some leading churchmen have de- cided to boycott the forthcoming visit of the Pope on the invitation of the Council of Churches, claiming that ho represents a church which believes in papal infalli- bility, the Virgin Mary as an intermediary with God, and the wafer as containing the body and blood of Jesus. This is as out of date as to accuse the Prince of Wales of representing British colonialism and im- perialism. Both are pretexts for hostility. Undoubtedly there are differences between the Protestant and Roman Catholic posi- tions and no good is done by disguising them, but let us be honest and fair. Re- garding papal infallibility, this has been invoked only twice and nobody can say that the doctrine has the weight it had fifty years ago. One wonders if the critics have ever read contemporary Roman Catholic theologians likes Yves M.-J. Con- gar who go out of their way to assert "there is only one mediator, Jesus but do describe the uniqueness of Mary regarding the church in a way which Protestants should study. It is also shock- ing to hear the Mass referred to in such a crudely ignorant way. With such attitudes and prejudices how shall men ever have conversation, under- standing, and unity? Is friendship between people of different faiths, races, and na- tions an impossible dream? Many would say so. At the beginning of the century men talked of "the evangelization of the world in this generation." American churches abounded with energy in proclaiming the Kingdom of God, which was coming with evolutionary fatalism. An Archbishop of Canterbury, E. W. Benson, declared that the Church of England was "charged with the world's but few mem- bers of any church doubted the world mis- sion of the church and the unity of man- kind. Still others saw the dawning of an association of all world religions, and great conferences were held to inaugurate its reign. Nations believed that if only the shackles of colonialism were shaken off progress and unity would be unlimited. The murder of Tom Mboya has turned prosperous and peaceful Kenya into deadly hatred between the Kikuyus and Luos, which the death of the aged Kenyatta, will let loose. How will unity be achieved between the embittered Khmers, Vietnamese, and Thais of Indo- china? Robert Miller wrote from Phnom Penh that "the confused Cambodian civil- ians are being raped, robbed, and hit over the head by their South Vietnamese allies." The revolutionaries who bombed the math research centre at the Univer- sity of Wisconsin, killing anti-war research assistant. Robert Fassnacht, father of three, declared that they were launching a war "of an intensity never before seen in the country open warfare, kidnap- ping of important officials, and even assas- sination will not be ruled out." Obviously the FLQ belong to an organization much1 wider than Canada. It would take a most naive person to believe it did not have Com- munist associations and support. The fact, however, that the devil is dedi- cated to disunity should not discourage any realistic seeker of unity. As Paul said, we wrestle against principalities and powers, but the forces of justice and law, the pas- sion for fellowship and love, have the power of the universe, the purpose of God behind them. This is a poor time for faint- hearted men. Baseball Boredom By Dong Walker "PEW people would ever be tempted to accuse Joan Bowman of the sin of idolatry! She certainly is not given to writ- ing reverentially about the creatures who inhabit the entertainment world. Not even baseball players with their six figure sal- aries get deference they are just boobs behind all the ballyhoo. It might come as a surprise to know that Joan watched most of tlw fifth game of this year's World Series. All she needed to watch to get material for her column on the subject was part of an inning. But she watched a good deal more than that and did a lot of cheering while she was at it. The fact is that Joan didn't give a hoot for either team. She simply cheered the Baltimore boys for laying the wood to Cin- cinnati because that was the quickest way of clearing TV of the boredom of basebalL ;