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Show Editor Hollers 'Nuff In Parking Plight By MARGARET LARSON Aha! Now I'm positive. Those in charge of the traffic on this campus are carrying out a conspiracy against me in answer to my last column, Let me give you a complete dossier of events that has led me to this inevitable conclusion: con-clusion: (1) The column appeared in Thursday's "Chronicle" chastizing the traffic problem; (2) I received several nasty phone calls Thursday afternoon; (3) The "Chronicle" was late in being put together so I remained at the printing establishment estab-lishment early into Friday morning. Because I had two tests to study for I decided to leave my car on campus over night and go home with a fellow "Chrony" staffer, confident that my car would be in good hands, safe from midnight plunderers and abuse; (4) Well, I was wrong again. When I arrived Friday morning I noticed my car was chained in its parking place. Several dirt mounds were nearby. My first inclination, in all due respect to the traffic department, was to blame the situation situa-tion on gophers or prairie dogs. But upon closer inspection of my auto's predicament, I noticed that there was a poison pen letter scrawled on my windshield. That is when I ruled out the gophers and prairie dogs. The note read, "If you want to get out, see me." An illegible name and place or something like that (I wouldn't want to say forHre since I couldn't read it) was ascribed tl e note. In all reverence to those responsible, I ripped up the note and stomped it into the ground. I then proceeded to leave. I cannot disclose dis-close how I managed to maneuver my. cajpout in the eventuality the same situation Jkmes up again. Let's call a truce. I won't bring my car to school anymore if you promise not to touch my Honda. |