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Show A Right Jab Conservative Cares By Pete Dixon Something snapped Thursday Thurs-day morning. Somewhere between be-tween the anti-ROTC article and the challenge for right wing reporter to balance the Chrony staff, something deep inside gave way. I was calmly skimming the inevitable letters from the cadets and the April Committee (and hoping the tasty blond across from me would look up) when wham. The tasty blond wasn't important import-ant any more. My Econ assignment as-signment due. ten minutes later la-ter was even less important. At last I'd found my purpose. That very morning I h a d walked apathetically past the anti-Viet Nam and Navy Recruitment Re-cruitment boothes with hardly a quiver. But no more! The mighty power of the written word had me in its grasp. I cared. Really, I'm not the best qualified qual-ified representative of Barry Goldwater's 25 per cent of our fair land. To be honest, I'm not even against fluoride (although air pollution's another story) and I've never even given Earl Warren's proposed impeachment impeach-ment a second thought. But, I do care! So I skulked past the cheery whirling "Buy a Utonian" sign to the UB's psychedelic twilight twi-light zone: the Chrony office. I waited a couple of hours, just to be sure no crew-cut young chap with "I'm a right wing extremist" badge had beaten me to it. I guess the right wingers were all out to lunch because no one came. So screwing screw-ing up my nerve I slipped through the office into the inner in-ner sanctum, Paul Taylor's office. "Yeah kid?" It was Paul Taylor, sort of a personal hero, (at least he speaks out for what he believes). "I'd like to apply for your Chrony opening," I stuttered. His beard dropped a good inch and a disbelieving look stared back at me from glazed eyes. After a pause and what might have been a tear of joy at finding someone who really ' cared, he gasped: "Not for the right wing writer job?" "Yes," I squeaked. "You're on," he nodded, "providing you can write." I can't, but I lied. Then after five minutes of dickering about my contract ($1.00 a week and all I could eat) it was done. So courage men, I'm here balancing the Chrony staff and waiting for an honest to goodness good-ness right winger to come in from lunch. And take heart Cadets Ca-dets I'll be speaking soon on the ROTC. Next week, unless April Committee does me in, find out a right winger's view on campus beards. |