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Show Students Are Starving By MIKE HEYWOOD Chronicle Staff Writer In many articles written both in favor of and against the anti-poverty program is the statement that here are no starving Americans. THE AUTHORS of those articles have apparently failed to check the University campus after 6 p.m. on Sunday. They should be invited to spend an hour or so in the Union Huddle Room any Sunday night. Things are quite calm and unhurried until about 5:30 p.m. Then, with a rattle and a crash, the dormitory denizens, deprived of their Ballif haven for the night, begin to descend on thee snack bar. Within moments, a seething mass of students has formed a semblance of a line clear across the Huddle and out the back door. They seem too hungry to even make normal growls at the slow service. LIKE DESPONDENT migrant workers in a bread line, they shuffle slowly ahead, their eyes showing a deep-felt desire that the Huddle not run out of food before they have finally received their "cheese huddle" or whatever. Observing this phenomenon on a recent Sabbath, I wondered why so many students have to eat in the Huddle with so many other places available in the locality. THEN I BEGAN to check a little. I found that the oniy other University Food Service open Sunday evening is apparently some sort of sandwich bar in Van Cott Hall. But surely there must be someplce where Betty Ballif and Sam College can eat without going too far. How about the local parking meter promoters? Well, if students don't like pizza andor Spudnuts, they can forget off-campus establishments. So, if you're hungry and on campus on Sunday night, you have three choices: (1) catch a bus downtown, (2) resign yourself to the Huddle room chow line or (3) starve. |