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Salient. Newspaper of the Victoria University Students' Association. Vol 42 No. 18. July 30 1979

Salient Notes

Salient Notes

It is Friday afternoon, 12:20pm. All right minded citizens are at a forum organised by the Pat Bartlett fan club. All left minded citizens are at a forum organised by the Anarcho-Syndicalist Pact members. Needless to say the Salient staff are not at either, because no matter what we accuse them of, they certainly don't have a mind (except perhaps Mark Wilson - we can tell because he wears a tie.)

No, the merry men ("persons" screams Helen McNaught) are hard at work, heads firmly embedded in the sand. "Take that ostrich out of here" moans Lorrain Wilson as she tries to stop her dog Tarza from savaging a strange figure which is standing on one leg, struggling vainly to pull its head out of the sand box. "No, its not an ostrich, its only Andrew Beach doing his yoga exercises" explains Kathryne Fleming.

Geoff Adams sits in a corner surreptitiously making one of his superduper boomerang darts out of an important piece of copy. "This is how it's done" he explains to sister Virginia, and he throws his dart in a cirole, narrowly missing David Murray and Jonathon Taylor, who are [unclear: bent] the light table looking for the missing [unclear: galley]

Drawing of a sailor urinating off a ship

"Aaaaaaaaaaaargh...." screams Jessica [unclear: Wi] cutting herself on the sharp end of a [unclear: scalpel]. heh heh......." sniggers Grant Gillatt from [unclear: th] end of the said weapon. "That wasn't [unclear: very] observes Nigel Parry as he turns back to [unclear: his] dleywinks, "Lets play doctors and nurses" [unclear: c] Alan MacArthur as he watches blood [unclear: oozing] the wounded heroine. "Good grief, that's [unclear: A] rhesus negative", breathes Andrew Ross [unclear: hea vily], "has anyone got a glass?"

A lonely figure takes little notice of this which would have been unfolding before his had his eyes been open. It is Geoff Byng, [unclear: wl] meditating under the table, watched [unclear: lovingly] Simon Terry who is strumming his guitar [unclear: sug tively], crooning ".....by the time we got [unclear: to w] stock."

Peter Beach, Simon Wilson and Stephen A'Court are playing University Challenge. [unclear: not] Nebuchadnezzar, neither am I Simon [unclear: Wil] chuckles Simon. "Are you a Seventh [unclear: Dav A] ventist?" challenges Andrew McCallum. "[unclear: Or] on a Sunday" parries the ever-alert [unclear: Wilson.] you the Melancholic Alcoholic?" suggests [unclear: Ri] Scotney. "No, my name is not Fergus [unclear: Barro] man" denies Simon vehemently.

"Are you by any chance an infamous [unclear: stu] newspaper edited by Peter Beach, published VUWSA, and printed by Wanganui [unclear: Newspaper] Ltd, Drews Ave, Wanganui?" demands the [unclear: af] said FJB. "No, no, no......" shrieks [unclear: Simon], ing through his teeth (false ).