The Fillups File

Walked into the Salient office the other day, where I found Roger Steele pondering over the use of the ablative absolute in a piece by Peter Franks. Roger and Peter are supposed to be the editors of the paper, although I noticed that gorgeous Frith Jennings and lithesome Cheryl Dimond were doing all the work. Immediately to hand with a cup of tea was cub reporter Gyles Beckford, who accidently upset a pile of letraset on the way. This piece of clumsiness provoked a flurry of oaths from graphics artist Royal Abbott, while the comics editor, Ted Sheehan, nonchalantly continued reading Mr Natural in the corner. Suddenly the door burst open and in strode ace publishing consultant Graeme Collins, chewing gum as usual. In and out of the room marched photographers Bob Good, H.T. Lee and Grub, each cursing the others others' mixing techniques under their breath. Around the corner in Committee Room Three sat court reporter Don Franks, idly throwing darts at a picture of the late and unlamented Leon Trotsky. I wandered down the corridor and found petite typiste Irene Kennedy belting out the copy at 84 words a minute. Next door a harassed Peter Wilson was on the receiving end of an irate telephone call from the printer George Mead of Wanganui Newspapers. Peter has the odious responsibility of being President of the Students' Association, which publishes Salient. As they showed me to the door Roger and Peter confided that many more hands are needed on the Salient ship. So just sign on at their office on the first floor of the University Union Building, or phone them on 70-319 (ext. 75 or 81). If you can't get up there send your contributions to P. O. Box 1347, Wellington, New Zealand.

Cheerio till next week!

Jenny Fillups