In the begiining was the end of the line VALENTINE'S DAY did not just happen, even though most authori- ties claim that Feb. 14 is a merging of St. Valentine's feast and the lovers' festival which were celebrated in spring by the Romans. Valentine's Day began in the childhood of man, when boys and girls held hands and formed lines and played Red Rover. Everyone played Red Rover because the line could be extended indefinitely. The most prestigious positions were in the heart of the line, where your ability to hold the line together was aptly admired. No one dared leave the line until one Feb. 14 when a little boy and girl wandered off from the end of the line where they had been for a long time. They walked down to the river and held hands by themselves. Naturally the others called for investigations and retribution when they found out. But after the hysteria had echoed through the streets and faded away, boys and girls, two at a time, would slip furtively down to the river to hold hands. Soon a law was passed say- ing "we didn't like playing Red Rover anyway." BUT EVENTUALLY all of the boys and girls grew up and gave up going down to the river. So they set aside a special day, Feb. 14, and called it Valentine's Day so they would remember to remember what it was like when they were young. But even then they were pretty busy, since Valentine's Day seemed to come right at the beginning of some very important thing that had to be done, or right in the middle of it or right when it had to be finished. When the time came to write down the history of man, the grown- ups tried hard to recall how Valentine's Day had happened. But all they could think of was how they played Red Rover and held the line together. -THE EDITORIAL DIRECTORS * does look like a riot truck three movie passes from a local thea- tre. We arrived, a few minutes later at the parking lot of the motor p o 0o1 and circled around looking for a side entrance. We parked between two bus- es. We walked single file toward the main door. Some workmen gave us suspic- ious, sidelong glances. One of them started toward us. "Go on, ask him 'Isn't this the hock- ey rink?" the photographer said. The workman walked past. "Let's just walk in there and say to the first person we meet, 'All right, let's see your security clearance.' That's what Roger Rapoport used to do," I suggested.r BY TIS TIME, the editorial director was at the window. "There it is," he said.- We all looked in, and saw a mon- strous, bright yellow vehicle towering over two buses that stood beside it. "The riot vehicle-can you see that thing coming down the street during a protest demonstration? Someone said it will go 100 miles an hour!" The machine crouched there on its five-foot, puncture-proof wheels, look- ing awesomely devastating Ten feet above the ground, on the ioof of the cab, perched a strange-looking contrap- tion. "Maybe that's used to spray that slippery foam stuff," someone said. A large winch was mounted across the width of the vehicle, and a series of holes were built into the side of the body. The huge space behind the cab seemed to contain water tanks. WE WALKED inside, expecting to be immediately stopped and evicted. "Maybe they haven't seen us yet," said this reporter. "Start taking pic- tures." The photographer pulled a camera out from under his coat and began frantically snapping pictures. We walked up to a mechanic working on the vehicle and introduced our- selves. "i," hey said. "This is our nlew fire truck. It's 'goingto be used out at Wil- low Run." We walked around and looked at it again. "Well, yes, I suppose it does look a little like a fire- truck." AFTER CONTEMPLATING the ma- chine a few more moments, we left the garage. "It was a lot more exciting as a riot vehicle, I thought.". Yeah. "But they might use it for both, you know. Maybe they'll just keep it out at Willow Run until a riot starts. Then they'll bring it back here and it'll come charging down State Street, spraying foam and shooting water and spitting fife." "Yeah. Maybe." 4 .4 &U e Ihave to live for...: y others and not for my- self; that's middle < class morality. -G. B. Shaw It is preoccupation with possession, more than anything els e, that prevents man from living freely and nobly. -Bertrand Russell -Daily-Peter Dreyfuss 'paradise on earth." If this life be not a real fight, in which [S FLED the visiontry gleam? the glory and the dream?" or somethig is eternal- principle friends put it, "You ined for the ni- ;ht between my principles and sion, all the meaness which hade bs ehind my facades of idealism no better than a game of private theatricals support the rent strike. When from which one may I voted to endorse the Tenantswidw t ilB rike, I wrote the letter that wasW