The Rice Thresher (Houston, Tex.), Vol. 54, No. 27, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 4, 1967 Page: 3 of 12
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For you and your Yum-Yum
Yum-Yum eats this week
By ROGER S. GLADE
Thresher Fine Arts Editor
We of the yum-yum staff are
basically a gentle lot. We rarely
yell, scream or jump around
about anything. Indeed, in our
humility, we are well known
for our defense of the down-
trodden.
However, there comes a point
at which we can no longer tol-
erate that which is intolerable.
We refer, of course to those staunch defenders
of the faith, the Sammy's Staff.
Been in Sammy's lately ?
You're lucky.
We made the mistake of watching a certain
senior who just happens to be very near and
dear to us as he took his mother (admittedly
a biased judge, being as she is used to nourish-
ment) to—well—for lack of a better word—
"eat" at — well — for lack of a better word
"Sammy's."
He was confronted with an inspiring choice.
First there was a protoplasmic concoction colour-
ed a deft snot puce and flecked with yellow
poured atop what could only be described as very
thick newsprint.
His mother heaved a mighty sigh.
"Couldn't we go to the Salvation Army?"
she queried.
"It would be cheaper," he responded thought-
fully," but I've got to be at a meeting in fifteen
minutes."
"Maybe I'll just have water." She answered.
"Houston water?" he said with a note of in-
credulity creeping into his voice.
"You have a point" she conceded and, being
his mother, fell silent.
He surveyed the other choices, after the afore-
mentioned (which, by the by, was liberally
termed "chicken" and "dumplings") there was
also a vaguely orange colloidal substance with
small deep-brown stone-like spheroids nestled
comfortably on beds of worm-like stringy vis-
cera.
"I'd still prefer the Salvation Army," she
sighed wistfully.
Alas, so would we all, it seems.
But friends, we cried because we had no shoes
until we met a man who eats at the colleges.
Oh, Miss Cason, we had the chance to view
some of your finer culinary efforts last week
and they were admirable examples of Japanese
prison camp norm.
Take, for example, a meal which we witnessed
—and almost (we say almost because we touched
it gingely with our fork) consumed which con-
sisted of what we were told was "beef."
"Roast" "Beef."
"Cold" "Roast" "Beef."
"Tough" "Cold" "Roast" "Beef."
Gawd!
To this delicacy (we were informed that it
was the finest meal of the week) was added
something green (which, we suppose, meant the
meal was "balanced dietetically") and something
which was the finest off-white goo this side
of Elmer's.
You, Miss Cason, in what we can only assume
to be your naivete, called it "potatoes."
And then of course, there was the punch line.
You called it "jello."
The guys laughingly called it "dessert."
But would you believe that, at a table for
eight, nobody—and we aren't exaggerating—
nobody would touch your "sweet" for the even-
ing?
We understand, though, that you can hardly
expect people to eat your food when they have
the needy folks at Someburger and Dutch Kettle
to think about.
GOO:
Hee, hee, hee, Wiess College is making a nasty
over there with their theatre production—watch
for "Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf." They're
promising to upset people.
CRUD:
Don't you believe the menu item, "Blow Up"
is supposed to be great! Yes, and 6nce again we
predict that it will be the Delman—although
we have been wrong before.
SOS:
You missed "Ulysses."
A PARTING TASTE:
"Blow-Up" on Friday. Study on Saturday.
Exams are almost here, friends. Total cost $5.00.
Threshing-it-out
Vanzant directs purge on nefarious 'Food' service
To the Editor:
On Wednesday, April 12, the
Rice Food Service served a
lunch featuring beef croquettes.
During the night of April 12 a
wave of diarrhea hit the Rice
campus.
There was a run on the Health
Service for relief and informa-
tion, and they indicated that the
diarrhea had been caused by
some contagious virus that had
nothing to do with campus food.
However, some interested stu-
dents conducted a survey to see
if there was a correlation be-
tween the Food Service lunch
and the rash of intestinal dis-
orders. The results of this sur-
vey were amazing enough that
they were referred to a gastro-
interologist for analysis.
From the results of the sur-
vey the doctor came to these
conclusions:" the disorders could
not have been caused by an in-
testinal virus; there was defi-
nite poisoning "in the food or
water"; it could have been
caused by a salmonella infection
in the food, although sufficient
heat would have killed the bac-
teria; it could have been a
staphlococculus growth also, but
nevertheless probably carried in
the food.
The food could have been con-
taminated by flies or roaches,
or by one of the persons han-
dling the food. Re-used leftover
food could have been the source
of contamination. Regardless of
the source, the fact that the
bacteria persisted indicates that
the beef croquettes were not
sufficiently cooked.
Prevention of similar occur-
renes in the future is simple:
personal hygiene among the
kitchen help must be maintain-
ed; roach and fly extermination
must be stepped up, especially
around the loading docks at the
college kitchens; finally, the
practice of reusing- leftover
meat must stop.
This common practice is in
violation of city health ordi-
nances. Persons serving- meals
should make sure that no left-
over meat is returned to the
kitchen to be saved; any left-
over $heat should be thrown
away with the rest of the table
scraps.
This is the only way to be
sure that food exposed to con-
tamination is not re-used.
Of 457 people reporting from
all six colleges, 239 experienced
intestinal disorders, and of
these, 227 had eaten the suspect
beef croquettes. Of the 218 who
escaped illness, only 56 had eat-
en the beef. An occurrence of
these proportions is inexcus-
able.
BOB VANZANT
Will Rice '69
CARL MANN, President
The ideal Association...
You and University
Carl Mann, life-long supporter of Rice athletics, in-
vites you to open an account at University Savings.
Conveniently located near the Rice campus in The
Village, University Savings stands ready to help
you set up a systematic savings program tailored to
fit your budget and future requirements.
UNIVERSITY SAVINBS
2S00 Dunstan in The Village (home office)
5225 Betlaire Blvd. (branch office).
Emptiness? how about existence
Marshall McLuhan, somewhere in "Understanding Media,"
writes of a second-grader who, when asked by her teacher
for some verse about the first sputnik, wrote:
The stars are so big
The earth is so small
Stay as you are.
In McLuhan's latest, "The Medium is the Massage," the same
words appear, this time above a picture of a dumbfounded
William F. Buckley, Jr., American flags as wings, staring
upwards, seeing nothing, saying nothing.
The void Buckley sees, according to a talk delivered before
the Texas Bill of Rights Foundation two weeks ago, is the
American liberal tradition. Buckley feels that various basic con-
tradictions made evident by successful implementation of
numerous liberal programs, and by the presence of Lyndon
Baines Johnson as President, make their belief in American
liberalism impossible for persons with any intelligence and
sensitivity.
A story about Hubert Humphrey, probably apocryphal, is,
I feel, illustrative of Buckley's point. HHH, a lifelong advocate
of "moralistic liberalism" was accused recently by an old
liberal friend of not "keeping the faith." "What happened to
all those liberal programs you believed in for so long, Hubert?"
"We passed 'em." But the world is still the same. Sure we've
got a War on Poverty, and Civil Rights Bills, but white middle
class America doesn't really give a damn about poor people
and the existence of Stokely Carmichael is dramatic proof that
equality will never be granted.
Lyndon Johnson, in a sense, exemplifies Buckley's criticism
of liberalism. A self-proclaimed liberal, Johnson became a
"liberal" out of political necessity and remains one from
fear of the judgment of history. The words of American
liberalism, so long so beautiful, sound sour as lies.
Buckley's criticisms are symptomatic of a growing dis-
gust in many quarters with American society. The take-over of
the civil rights struggle by the militants, the radicalism of the
'New Left, the dropout of hordes of hippies, the appearance
of a large-scale underground press, all suggest a growing
pessimism with traditional methods of change, realization that
the sickness of American society is incurable.
Ironically, it is the America of the amazingly perceptive
Buckley that is so revolting. For Buckley represents well-to-do
Americans who have sheltered themselves from the cruelties
of the world with cold cash and a cold heart. He speaks for
an America which having tasted the golden apples of afflu-
ence, want a bigger bite. "Don't rock the boat," they say.
"Stay as you are," they say. "It's safer," they say. They are
afraid. Thus cowardice makes conservatives of us all.
Of course, we dropouts are motivated by fear as well,
but a fear that if something isn't done soon the game will be
up. We must stand up and say "No, this cannot continue."
We have learned the lesson of the concentration camps, that
those who condone brutality through inaction are as guilty
as the" torturers. As Peter Weiss has warned us, "The camp's
still, there. The means of execution are just more efficient."
Ah, let us slaughter one another,
Or we will surely die.
Buckley, in his talk, told a story of a little old New
Hampshire lady who, when asked by a friend whom she
planned to vote for in the last election, said, "Why Lyndon
Johnson, of course." "But how can you do that?" her friend
responded. "You've voted Republican for years." "Yes, 'out
if Gold water is elected, he'll take away my TV.
understand. He's talking about the TWA, not
"Hmmm. Wall, I think I'll vote for Johnson
take a chance."
The stars are so bit,"
The earth is so small
Stay as you are.
Take a biff bite. Buckle
you:
anvwa v.
"You n-is-
TV."
Have an
Bucklev up. *
applt
It all happened at the zoo last week, as Houston's hippies
celebrated Tim Leary's presence with the city's first Be-in, held
last Sunday in Hermann Park. And we even did it right. No
planning, no structure, everyone just did what they wanted
to do and it just sort of, well, it just happened.
The show started around 10 am as 100 high school girls,
expecting something, nobody knew what, gathered on the
ampitheater hill. By two or so, the hippies made the scene
and evex-yone knew it was fof real.
The Garden of Joy Jug Band, a local group that travels
in a VW and has a genius on the spoons, entertained us all by
singing from the stage, and asked everyone to clean up when
they left; "we can do this again next week if we do," they
said, and everyone did, and maybe we will.
A boy in a blue t-shirt walked around with a smile and
two bags, one filled with bubble gum, the other with used wrap-
pers, and we all blew bubbles for a while and tried to teach
those of us who had never blown a bubble how it's done. (First
you chew it till it gets sticky, and then you . . .)
A couple of young glr-ls ran happily up and down the hill
singing "Good day, Sunshine," because it was, and we all knew
it. We went over to the zoo and bought balloons and ate sticky
cotton candy and we had a wonderful time, and everyone was
happy and spontaneous because there wasn't anything else to do.
The otherwise perfect day was spoiled by the police. (You
could tell they didn't understand what was going on because
they never smiled.) They gave tickets for every possible park-
ing offense and even for some that don't exist, but none of us
really cared, because we understood that they were afraid.
—CHUCK YOUNG
THE RICE THRESHER, MAY 4, 196 7—P A G E 3
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