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Show awaited the first onslaught, knowing our mini-A-bJ no match against the Power of Virtue. In resignati;' we awarded Mr. Withheld the courageous, respensit) authoritative and perspicacious honor of merit for ! letter. "Rstoett D. Firma Huddle Going Twice, And Sold To The Lady . . . Editor: My morning speed geez didn't take yesterday and, feeling rather desperate, I donned my dirtiest clothes, stroked a bit of axle grease from my '34 BSA on my three feet long hair and took off to score some smack to the lair, the erstwhile Muddle, which (for those of you editors that might not know) is located in the associated students Communist Union of the notoriously notorious-ly liberal University of Utah which we have snared from the unwitting hands of Fletch, administrator and scion of Madison Avenue and made the safest place on earth with the possible exception of the White House. I hit 75 along 13th East with the fuzz in hot pursuit when I saw this 90 year-old grande dame lumbering across the intersection at Second South. It was child's play to spread eagle her over my handle bars and grab her purse as she sailed maybe 120 feet into the air; and though fuzz were closing in on all sides, I was home safe as I careened through the gates, up the Horseshoe Park, around the Park Bldg. and into the parking lot of the C.U.B., as the foiled cops parked their Fords and trudged toward the Park Bldg. to gain official entrance to the U. My BSA still smoking, I dashed into the Muddle. SANCTUARY! Buddies, AlK Among my wino, pimp and prostitute friends I counted the loot from the purse and found $4,500 in unmarked 20s and 10s. Joyfully, I rushed over to the exchange desk of the Friendly Pusher and purchased 3,000 lbs. of uncut opium and two quarts of LSD. I was about to load these on the BSA when I chanced to spy a copy of the morning's Chrummie. I decided to buy a glass of prune juice and pursue its contents, when what to my wondering orbs, but a bit of the most penetrating piece of journalism since the heydav of Paul Harvey. y "Darn," I thought, "Found out at last." Exposed At Last We had been. The undaunted and courageous Mr Name Withheld had exposed our long concealed activ ?in "Urdly'.e discussed our plight. No longer could the administration perpetrate the crime of academic aca-demic freedom. We envisioned a league of white WCTfrt," US indationgHUAC JBs! 325 JXh "ysSrTed. iTaSSS the to find that Mr. S |
