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people who are disappointed. There is not enough space for all.
those who would like to join.
Our house; full to the windows these days, is a "good" house.
Ask anyone who lives in a fraternity or sorority and they'll tell
you. It's not.quite as good'as'their house; they may say, but it
qualifies for a certain high. rank of acceptability. It has always
been a "good" house- but during the late 60's and early 70's it was
difficult to fill. Not until just lately has it been so easy.
I'm not really sure why I live there. The house is old and com-
fortable, and after two years it is a: home. I know where the leaks
are and -which shower has the hardest stream and which rooms
get particularly cold in January and, February: it offers security
of a sort, and a group of friends with whom I share meals and a
roof and some, old fraternity secrets, .Bt I have friends elsewhere
in town, too. And our fraternity is bothered every semester by
some old men in Louisville, Kentucky who tell us how to run the
house, and too many of the members go along. So I'm not sure
why I stay, but I do, without much complaint. *
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TBALL SATURDAY IS still THE day in Ann :Arbor. Days
when vacation start, days when school opens, even the first
euphoric days of spring-none match the noise and tumult of those
autumn Saturdays, just about 12:30,: when rivers of people flow
down State St. 'and Hill St. and Hoover to Michigan Stadium. Don
Canham, the Univesity's athletic director, 'has built an institu-
tion here, and it was unscarred even by the uproars of the Sixties.
The stadium is nearly always filled to-the top every game.
It is still the same. First-year and second-year students find
the occasion particularly magnetic; they hurry out of Markley and
West Quad and South Quad and Bursley at about noon, plow
through the deepening crowds on State to assure themselves of
their block seating. Great hordes of them group together.
The crowds drink astounding amounts of liquor. A tradition
that faded somewhat last year, but was a matter of course my'
first and second autumns here, showed it: about the middle of
the third quarter, perhaps earlier, a great cry would come from
above, calling for the empty bottles to be passed from hand to
hand to the top of the stands. Bright green bottles, drained of
their cheap wine, gleamed in the afternoon sun-little rivulets of
glass running upward all across the broad student sections.
Drunk! My god, the people roar!
It must help the team. The band's funky little "SHIT!" tune
gets people to screaming. And the team is very good every year,
which makes the screaming more fun and more justifiable.
I have a friend who is a very serious fan. He watches every
play, and though he gets drunk with the rest, the importance of
the football Saturday to him is the statistics, the yards gained,
the decisive tackle. The win. There are many people who follow
the games and the whole season as he does, as serious football
. But when the games are over, even the big wins, I think there
is something missing. The trudge back up to the campus, past
Ferry Field and the Intramural Building and Pizza Bob's, is long
and tiresome. Even the drunks drag on the way back. There
seems little.joy over the win. It is just another part of the year,
as expected as classes and Ann Arbor cold. On the walk back, the
serious fans are still serious and the drunks are still drunk, but
no one shouts much and there is very little spirit. But everyone
goes every Saturday. And the few who don't go seem a little rude.
A FEW YEARS AGO, A crowd of people gathered on the Diag
on an April day and smoked dope when it was still against the
law in Ann Arbor. Well, it's still illegal, but barely. We weren't
around then, but we always hear -about what it was like. Very
mellow, but radical, too, with glowering Ann Arbor policemen
powerless and most professors disapproving. It was the first Ann
Arbor Hash Bash. It was evidently a rather moving day-fun, but
with a feeling that the people there were proving something.
The next year, it happened all over again, and the next. I
don't know whether the first event happened on April Fool's Day,
but at some point that got established as the traditional date.
But by this past April, things had changed. Rowdy, dirty high
school kids had come in and made the event their own. The Hash
Bash was foretold on Detroit radio stations, and everybody from
Trenton to Utica to Bloomfield Hills had heard that there was
cheap dope there. Students shouldered through the lazy-eyed
adolescents, books in hand, annoyed and angered by the intru-.
sion. The Hash Bash had passed to the hands of boorish teenagers
who were trying to get stoned and pick each other up, and hardly
anybody from Ann Arbor treated the spectacle as more than a
cheap, one-day, traveling menagerie. And the police will probably
get tough next spring, or the 'spring after, and the whole thing
10E ARE STALLED HERE IN Ann Arbor. We are looking
around the Diag and South University and Angell Hall and
the Stadium for something. We either lost it or haven't found it
in the first place.
In the reborn fraternities and sororities, students cast about
for the fun they have heard their fathers and mothers had. Per-
haps they did have it. But no one in my fraternity has much more
fun than anyone else in town. There are close friendships, but
there are close friendships elsewhere on campus. The guys in my
fraternity hope for something special, something they, don't.have
Football Saturdays are great fun, but I expected something
a bit different three years ago. Go down to the Pretzel Bell on
Liberty St. some football Saturday evening. That's what I mean.
College spirit-ask all the alumnae at the Bell; they'll know what
I mean. I don't know if it's a good thing or not. I haven't seen it.
At the diseased Hash Bash last April Fool's Day, there was a
residue of something we all heard about when we were in ele-
mentary and junior high. Radicalism. We thought we were part
of it in high school, but we weren't, not quite. People around town
complain that we've lost it, but somebody else lost it. We never
We're just waiting.
Jim Tobin is the Daily's Co-Lditor-in-Chief.
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THERE CAME a point when
every community . activity be-
came traumatic for me. I just
didn't want to go, but I felt if I
didn't there w a s something
wrong with me-I must be a bad
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the rules as I could get, but an- members from the incomin
other part of me said, "If you freshman class as they can, and
leave you will be condemned their idea about women's roles.
f or e v e r. There's something Still, the members of the com-
wrong with you if you can't munity are some of the nicest
live this kind of life." and most genuine people I've
It was almost November, near- ever met.
ly a year since it began, when It's not a life for everyone;R
Ifcame to my decision. I had to it certainly wasn't for me. The
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".t must have too much free- leave to protect my sanity.
dom in the apartment," I ra- With t h e backing of my
tionalized. "When fall comes friends on the "outside," I left
and I'm back in the regular rou- the Word of God. It wasn't easy.tA fll A rL
tine of the dorm, everything will I still saw the same people
be okay." every day-many of them lived
And fall came. Things were right on my hall, my roommate
not better, though. The day I belonged to the community.
moved back into the dorm I SUDDENLY my life was emp-
wanted to move out. It was back ty again. I had holes in it where (Continued from Page 3)
to the same old routine of being the Word of God had been. I de- gay males also gather at the
here and going there all the cided it was time to fill my life Rubaiyat disco on Tuesday
time. Again I was torn, this up again. through Saturday nights.d
time between the community, Now I have my life pulled to ua
school and my job. gether fairly well. I'm on an But whatever g a y s 11 k e
ON THE OUTSIDE, I was even keel with the things I do to do for entertainment, the re-
cheerful, but inside, I was fight- and with my religious beliefs. cent defeat of the Gay Rights
ing with myself. I couldn't sleep I'm not sorry it all happened. Ordinance in Dade'County, Flo-
at night, I couldn't work, I True, there are a lot of things rida serves as a reminder that
couldn't study. Part of me want- about the Word of God I don't gayness is certainly not all flip
ed to leave them ... to go as agree with, like their practice and games.
fat away from the pressure and of trying to recruit as many new Craig Wilder, a Methlodist
minister in Ann Arbor, 'warns:
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