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Show JABBERWOCKY BUS Dissolve? by Stegger A dream. The tracks laid in front of my person as far as these eyes erceive. And around . J tar,ce curve came Super Chie Miqhty and ferocious he appear ed Awe inspiring and all encompass encom-pass he shadowed the very edges of weary crevices. But . what? Can this be? Laid recalcitrantly across the ve same tracks is a damsel in distress! must save her; I must come to her rescue. And as the great munificent munifi-cent one twitches his upper hp, oft and away he Do you wanna join the Young Republicans? Tracks . . . damsel . . . recalcitrance recalcit-rance . . . rescue . . . distress . . . nifilNTEGRATION!!! book, when I want. I . . . Vote for McGovern and there will be no more senseless, senseless sense-less violence. Radical Henry has decided I am apathetic. He is going to let me see the light. In fact, he has just given me my first big boost into the world of exciting new politics. He is giving me free of charge all of the world's problems. You've lost your perspective. Life is full of terrible burdens. War, poverty, racism inequalityl DISSOLVE!! Henry becomes a puff of smoke. DISSOLVE!!! But here come the crowds. They have problems too. If you don't have problems, you're a communist a smiled. If you oor,, you re a fascist, savs! r don,t h- S- a loser, says Harry u you don't have . . "I'm sorrybut'tha'twin. ty-five cents for the ! utes. Deposit y0ur m sound of the gong All in a day. All inadj. Six of us all join in anil, in a day-Wayne, And ". tematically start to beat' pacifistic Waynetoapyi,. Senseless, senseless (In unison.) Senseless, s violence. A dream . . . Do you wanna join? The words hollow my head once more. Possibly once too many. For I have set into motion the DISSOLVE. DIS-SOLVE. Crowds of screaming students stu-dents in the Park Bldg. Boards of freshmen in Financial Aids. The smoldering blob of the Bookstore. They all DISSOLVE at the flip of the finger, the stroke of the hand. But you decide to listen, consider, con-sider, and reply: No. A sign elevated elevat-ed catches an eye. "Is Anyone Listening? Lis-tening? Does Anyone Give A Damn?" You don't give a damn. Do you? So speaks the young politico. Female-type variety. High school graduate. Ready to change the world. I never really gave the matter much thought. I guess you politicos have a monopoly on thinking, my pretty lass. A dream. Bicycle wheels a-churnin'. a-churnin'. It's off down the golden path of a cool fall breeze, a green canyon meadow. Nope, no problems I can think of. I read a book, any |