https://archives.uwp.edu/files/original/cc85980bb327f2d078d8490d3172cd9e.pdf d921921c0084510c2ad990c829be6c58 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource University of Wisconsin - Parkside Ranger News Description An account of the resource Student newspaper of UW-Parkside Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Issue Volume 6, issue 30 Headline Used for newspapers, the Headline element describes the main article of the issue. Hansen number one in country Series Number The series number of the original collection. UWPAC124 Ranger News Text Any textual data included in the document I' er Wednesday,April 26, 1978 Vol. 7 o. 30 Olympics next step Hansen number one in country Chris Han.en, TwoTime AllAmerican on the' inside Barke'. Ga. Co. page 2 Jogging nps page 5 Classified. page 6 Sports page 7 all thi•• d much more Inter-arts Festival open to the public "Dr. Phantasticus's Cillistine Circus and Mystical Masquer- ade" a festival of the fantastic combining art, music and drama - will be staged in Main Place of Wyllie Library- learning Center at the Univer- sity of Wisconsin-Parkside on Tuesday, May 2, from noon to 3 p.m. In the tradition of the three-ring circus, Dr. Phantasti- (US'S production will feature a number of simultaneous events in a "total environment" created by art students, such as giant sculptural trees, buildings, architectural fragments and mythical beasts and beings. Main stage attractions will include UW-Parkside music students Including Chamber Singers, Jazz, Flute, String and Percussion Ensembles; music and theater by students from the Racine Fine Arts School; the Walden 111 High School Jazz Band of Racine; and the Friends Mime Theater of Milwaukee. Dr. Phantasticus, the wizard, and his Nemesis will be portrayed by Milwaukee actors and UW-P dramatic art students will provide one-an-one impro- visations in masque. Wisconsin artist Robert Geniusz' "Corn- blower Theater," a 15-seat theater in the shape of an ear of corn, will provide an environment for viewing films and "instant" art work will be in progress. The inter-arts festival - free and open to the public - is the project of a visual communica- tion class and is being coordin- ated by David Holmes of the UW-P art faculty. It is, he stresses, a festival oriented to participation by those who attend: They'll be provided with masks and kazoos and invited to interact with artists and actors in the visual environment of the circus. DouR"0."" Co-sporb Edit"", Parkside walker Chris Hansen and former ParksIde walker Jim Heiring will be part of a U.S.contingent travelmg to 1v\eltICO City thrs week. They will [om other walkers from around the world dunng events for Internaucnal Race Walking week. These events, sponsored by the Mexican Olympic Federation, WIll consist of competitions, clinics, films and discussions. the American tearn will be sent with the help of the United States Olympic Committee and the Amateur Athletic Union Hansen, a 23 year old senior from Racine Case who IS matorma a labor Economics and Sociology, has only parucipated m athleucs since he came to Perkside. His interest 10 'Walkmgbegan early In his stay here when he saw a picture of fellow walker, Jim Helflng In the newspaper and said to himself, "If Jimcan do it,so can I Hansen trains with Heiring, a 1977 graduate who won six national titles while walking for Parkstde. Together they tram year round splitting their time walking and running anywhere from 10 to 14 miles a day. Chris says he likes training with HelTlngbecau e thpy pu h each other during workouts Chris is ranked number one collegiately in the country nght now and is very optimistic about his future in walking "l ccnslder thiS Mexican trip a stepping stone to the Olympics 10 1980," said Hans n "I really expect to see two Parkside walkers inthe Olvmpics " Hansen now holds the national collegiate record for tM 10,000 meter walk, set a couple of weeks ago here at Parksrde, and expect to cut at least a minute off of his current tune of 43 minutes and 58 seconds by the end of the year In the Olvmprc and other international races the distance walked is 20,000 meters, compared to the 10,000 meters 10 college competition Hansen sees no troubl In making this transition successfully at the Pan Amencan games next year. continued on page 7 Member. of D r, -<l.. anta.ticu.'. Cilli.tlne Circus and My.ticalli •• querade , er Olympics next step y, Vo. 7 p ·1 26, 1 7 . 30 Ha'1sen riumber one in country Ch r is Ha nsen, Two Time All American on the inside Barke' s Gas Co. page 2 Jogging Tips page 5 C 11ifieds p ge 6 S rts p 7 all is d much re Inter-arts Festival open to the public "Dr. Phantasticus's Cillistine Circus and Mystical Masquer- ade" a festival of the fantastic combining art, music and drama - will be staged in Mai n P lace o f Wyllie Library- Learning Center at the Univer- sity of Wisconsin-Parkside on Tuesday, May 2, from noon to 3 p.m . In the tradition of the three-ring circus, Dr. Phantasti- cus's production will feature a number of simulta neous events in a "total environment" created by art students, such as giant sculptural trees, buildings, architectural fragments and mythical beasts and beings. Main stage attractions will include UW-Parkside music students including Chamber Singers, Jazz , Flute, String and Percussion Ensembles; music and theater by students from the Racine Fine Arts School; the Walden Ill High School Jazz Band of Racine; and the Friends Mime Theater of Milwaukee . Dr . Phantasticus , the wizard , and his Nemesis will be portrayed by Milwaukee actors and UW-P dramatic art students will provide one-on-one impro- visations in masque . Wisconsin artist Robert Geniusz' "Corn - blower Theater ," a 15-seat theater in the shape of an ear of corn , will provide an environment for viewing films and " instant " art work will be m progress . The inter-arts festival - free and open to the public - is the project of a visual communica- tion class and is being coordin - ated by David Holmes of the UW-P art faculty . It is , he stresses , a festival oriented to participation by those who attend : They'll be provided with masks and kazoos and invited to interact with artists and actors in the visual environment ot the circus . vear . Do u g& O~ \'e Co- ports Editors continued on page 1 Membe rs of Dr . antasticus 's Cillistine Circu s and Mystical asquerade Wedne.day,Aprii 26, 1978 A sock by a,ny other name ••• by Bill Barke (Note: This is the first in a series of specially condensed installments of Bill Barke's new book, WALKA MILE IN HIS SHOES: MOREY'SSTORY.) The reunion was a happy one, which made the task at hand all the more difficult. He hedged when asked about Louise. "Hey, where's Shep?" he asked. "Where is that mangy old mutt]" "We never owned a dog, Morey," his father said. "So what's louise been up to?" "louise?" asked Morey. "Yes, your wife," Mr. Wollock replied, growing impatient. "Why don't you ask her?" Morey said, sheepishly. "She's not here." "Why not?" Finally, after his parents expressed their confusion and lack of a senseof humor, Morey broke the news about the divorce. Thevwere heartbroken. "Was it another man?" his father asked. Morey laughed. "Dad, I'm not like that." Then he explained rather somberly that it had been another pair of socks. Shock and dismay registered on his parents' faces but they tried to be understanding. Morey immediately became defensive. "It doesn't matter how you feel. All that really matters is how I feel and how my socks feel!" "How do you mean?" Mr. Wollock asked. "How do socks feel?" " Usually warm and snug,'thank you," Morey replied dryly. /vir. Wollock spoke quietly to his proud son. "We're just trying to see things your way. I know times have changed. So tell me - what color are thevz" Morey was suspicious. "What difference does that make?" "I only wondered ... I" his father stammered. "I mean, we have a right to knew!" Morey seethed. "I can see through that song and dance, but you can't help it, I suppose. Well, if you must know, they're argyles." Mr. Wollock, shot erect to his feet. He was livid. "Argyles?" We gave you everything, Morey. We raised you the best way we knew how, hoping that someday you'd make something of yourself, get married, and have children. And now, you come in here with no shame, and tell us you're going to throw that all away for a couple of .of plaids?" Morey exploded and defiantely faced his father. "That's enough I" . he bellowed. "I don't want to hear you call them your sick labels. You could never see beyond your solids and stripes, could you? Well, let me tell you how the other half IivesLThey may clash with everything else I wear, but at least they don't slip down around my ankles, and they don't unravel in the wash!" The two strong-willed men glared at eacr other, fists clenched in rage, Mr. Wollock glancing furtively at Morey's feet. It was Mr. Wallack who broke the tension and tearfully asked her son to leave. As Morey stormed from the house, she called after him. "Please, son - at least for me - don't wear them with you bermuda shorts." Morey turned and gazed sympathetically. "Mom," he said, "There's an old saying in the neighborhood where I was living. Maybe you've heard it: If the sock fits, ask it out. I've waited a long time for the right sock to come along - and the left one, too, come to think of it. I'm not going to give them up. Good-bye." Morey turned and resolutely lept into the air and clicked his heels. Then hewas racing madly down the street taking baby step!'on his tip-toes. (Not to be continued next week) I had known Morey Wallack since we were kids. He was a rascal. The first time I noticed his odd affinity for socks was during one of those crazy, frie~dly schoolyard rumbles when he was cornered by the third grade, and doing his best to dodge the baseball bats. I watched with great amusement asMorey squatted down and grabbed his ankles, clinging to his white cotton socks in sheer desperation, and with what I thought I had mistaken for tender gallantry. I chided him about it afterwards and he flew into a rage, breaking all of my crayons. In high school, Morey was the brunt of much cruel harrassment. The guys in gym classwould always tease him for keeping a pair of darning needles in his locker. He never dated, preferring instead to stay home and cut his toe-nails or spend an evening at a laundramat rinsing out a favorite pair of woolies. Morey eventually married a lovely girl whose father had been his podiatrist, but it was an unhappy relationship. It was impossible for him to hide his disgust at her fondness for sandals, and they argued incessantly over their preferences in foot spray. On New Year's Eve, only months after they had wed, it ended. They were eating at a fashionable mid-town restaurant in Cleveland when louise noticed a blue thread snaggedon one of Morey's fingernails. This unsettled her, but it was the affectionate regard he was showing toward his socks that distracted her more. He was half-way under the table stroking them, and using a toothpick to stain a tatoo of a heart and arrow on his ankle with cranberry juice. Angrily she accused him of playing with his socks. Morey turned fiercely on her. "They're not socks! They're support hose, and I love theml" he fumed. louise was aghast, awestruck. "Your socks?"She stared as he drew his feet up on the chair and clutched at them. "Call them whatever you like, Louise," he snarled. "All I know is that they're the most comfortable, supple, long-lasting pair of hose I've ever had." There was no stopping him as he yanked off his shoes. "I've had it, Louise. You can blame yourself for his one I You gave them to me for Christmas!" ' After the divorce, times grew rough for Morey. He bet-arne bitter and lethargic, letting his athlete's foot go unchecked. To make ends meet, he filled a gym bag full of socks and haunted the local bowling alleys, patronizing the Friday night leagues, promising a "good time" with a pair of bobbie sox, or stretch acrylics. Most often came the piercing decry - "Pervert!" - to which Morey would retort, "Big man! Tell me about it! When was the last time you wore your socks to bed, huh?Or put odor-eaters in your shoes?When was the last time you told your socks you loved them?" They fell for that line, and at twenty-five bucks an hour, Morey saw to it that they went away happy. He never allowed any kinky stuff, though, no Indian wrestling, and no turning "the merchandise" inside out. Morey moved around quite a bit during those days. Finding a place to settle down became a problem. Nobody wanted to rent to a man and his socks. It occurred to Morey at last to confront his parents with the situation. \ (W JUST Ii 5ECOIJD /lAID ~. I'LL G[T YOUR ~ CHECK. ~~ "'rJ'" -Pc"" ,- 2 "OII'WAlIl<EE PRAIRIE FOOD CO-OP (f1l ....AUK£E PRAIIlIE FOOD co-op IILN05T I1AKn YOU (EEL LINE fiN AUTO "'~,~ N£CHfiNIC, .j"" \~ l''\ tj\)l)) DON'T IT ..~'l\ NR. NORTY:' \ - ~1& liND NOW, IIBOUT THfiT qOO DOLUIR E5T1I1f1T£ . WE GIIVE YOU A YE fiR G .·' '. AGO. YOU DO REflLlZE '. ~ THAT COSTS I-/fIUE . . . • (,ONE UP ~ $~ SINCE THEN? ~ ~. "'Ii) ../ r" t" !'c'\illI ~~A THE NEU BILL 15 .£857.50 PLEfl5E. Wednesday ,April 26, 1978 2 A sock by a. nJ other name •••• by Bill Barke (Note : This is the first in a series of specially condensed installments of Bill Barke's new book, WALK A MILE IN HIS- SHOES : MOREY'S STORY .) I had known Morey Wollock since we were kids . He was a rascal. The first time I noticed his odd affinity for socks was during one of those crazy, frie~dly schoolyard rumbles when he was cornered by the third grade, and doing his best to dodge the baseball bats. I watched with great amusement as Morey squatted down and grabbed his ankles , clinging to his white cotton socks in sheer desperation, and with what I thought I had mistaken for tender gallantry . I chided him about it afterwards and he flew into a rage, breaking all of my crayons . In high school, Morey was the brunt of much cruel harrassment. The guys in gym class would always tease him for keeping a pair of darning needles in his locker. He never dated, preferring instead to stay home and cut his toe-nails or spend an evening at a laundramat rinsing out a favorite pair of woolies . Morey eventually married a lovely girl whose father had been his podiatrist , but it was an unhappy relationship . It was impossible for him to hide his disgust at her fondness for sandals, and they argued incessantly over their preferences in foot spray . On New Year's Eve, only months after they had wed, it ended . They were eating at a fashionable mid-town restaurant in Cleveland when Louise noticed a blue thread snagged on one of Morey's fingernails . This unsettled her, but it was the affectionate regard he was showing toward his socks that distracted her more . He was half-way under the table stroking them, and using a toothpick to stain a tatoo of a heart and arrow on his ankle with cranberry juice . Angrily she accused him of playing with his socks. Morey turned fiercely on her . "They're not socks! They're support hose, and I love them!" he fumed. Louise was aghast , awestruck . "Your socks? " She stared as he drew his feet up on the chair and clutched at them . "Call them whatever you like , Louise, " he snarled . "All I know is that they 're the most comfortable, supple, long-lasting pair of hose I've ever had ." There was no stopping him as he yanked off his shoes . "I've had it, Louise . You can blame yourself for his one! You gave them to me for Christmas! " ' After the divorce, times grew rough for Morey . He betame bitter and lethargic, letting his athlete 's foot go unchecked. To make ends meet, he filled a gym bag full of socks and haunted the local bowling alleys, patronizing the Friday night leagues, promising a "good time" with a pair of bobbie sox, or stretch acrylics . Most often came the piercing decry - "Pervert!" - to which Morey would retort, "Big man! Tell me about it! When was the last time you wore your socks to bed, huh? Or put odor-eaters in your shoes? When was the last time you told your socks you loved them?" They fell for that line, and at twenty-five bucks an hour, Morey saw to it that they went away happy . He never allowed any kinky stuff, though, no Indian wrestling, and no turning "the merchandise" inside out. Morey moved around quite a bit during those days . Finding a place to settle down became a problem . Nobody wanted to rent to a man and his socks . It occurred to Morey at last to confront his parents with the situation . GREETINGS FROM U/JP MIIINTEN- ANCE ! lJE'Rf HERE TO INST/ILL TJIE 5/NI< YOU CALLED U5 · ABOUT ,4 YEf:IR AGO LA 5 T FEB- RUARY. YOU CAN PUT IT [)OWN\ NOt..J JULIUS. \\/'J I ~ -CUIVAUKEE PRAIRIE FOOD CO-OP (W JUST IJ :£COND A!JD r· ~/21 I'LL G[T YOUR ~ CHECK. ~~ >\l ) ~(~ -Fe"\ »I " - ~t~ The reunion was a happy one, which made the task at hand all the more difficult. He hedged when asked about Louise. "Hey, where's Shep?" he asked . "Where is that mangy old mutt?" "We never owned a dog, Morey," his father said. "So what's Louise been up to?" . "Louise?" asked Morey. "Yes, your wife," Mr . Wollock replied, growing impatient. "Why don't you ask her?" Morey said, sheepishly. "She's not here ." "Why not?" Finally, after his parents expressed their confusion and lack of a sense of humor, Morey broke the news about the divorce . They ·were heartbroken . "Was it another man?" his father asked. Morey laughed . "Dad, I'm not like that ." Then he ~xplained rather somberly that it had been another pair of socks . Shock and dismay registered on his parents' faces but they tried to be understanding . Morey immediately became defensive . "It doesn't matter how you feel. All that really matters is how I feel and how my socks feel!" "How do you mean?" Mr. Wollock asked. "How do socks feel?" "Usually warm and snug, ' thank you," Morey replied dryly . Mr. Wollock spoke quietly to his proud son. "We're just trying to see things your way. I know times have changed . So tell me - what color are they?" Morey was suspicious . "What difference does that make?" "I only wondered ... ," his father stammered . "I mean, we have a right to know! " Morey seethed . "I can see through that song and dance, but you can't help it, I suppose . Well, if you must know, they're argyles." Mr . Wollock. shot erect to his feet. He was livid . "Argyles?" We gave you everything, Morey . We raised you the best way we ~new how, hoping that someday you'd make something of yourself, get married, and have children . And now, you come in here with no shame, and tell us you're going to throw that all away for a couple of .. . of plaids?" Morey exploded and defiantely faced his father . "That's enough !" · he bellowed . "I don't want to hear you call them your sick labels . You could never see beyond your solids and stripes, could you? Well, let me tell you how the other half lives LThey may clash with everything else I wear, but at least they don 't slip down around my ankles, and they don't unravel in the wash!" The two strong-willed men glared at eacJ, other, fists clenched in rage, Mr. Wollock glancing furtively at Morey's feet. It was Mr . Wollock who broke the tension and tearfully asked her son to leave . As Morey stormed from the house, she called after him . "Please, son - at least for me - don 't wear them with you bermuda shorts." Morey turned and gazed sympathetically. "Mom," he said, "There's an old saying in the neighborhood where I was living. Maybe you've heard it : If the sock fits, ask it out . I've waited a long time for the right sock to come along - and the left one, too, come to think of it . I'm not going to give them up. Good-bye." Morey turned and resolutely lept into the air and clicked his heels . Then he was racing madly down the street taking baby step~ on his tip-toes. · (t,Jot to be continued next week) CHl\o/AUkEE PRAIRIE . FOOD CO-OP CHIIJAUKEE PRAIRIE FOOD co-OP AND NOW, ABOUT TflAT 1 /00 O0LUIR EST/11/ff[ LJE GAV£ YOU II YEAR G AGO. YOU DO REALI?£ THAT COSTS I-I/WE • GONE UP ~..:;.."-' SINCE THEN? ""V (fot~'1 _/ ';::i .f'c~~ ·~t~ Tl-IE NElJ BILL IS S8S7 .SO PLE/ISE. ALMOST !1,4KE.5 'r'OU {£EL LIKE 4N IWTO ~;-=;A' t1EC.HflNIC, cf.~t' t ~\)) DON 1 T IT "i.,~ ~ HR. MORTY!' \ - ~~ ~vf)~1 0. I f Wednesday,April 26, 1978 CR!,nger 3 S~udent presents anthropological report Professional anthropologists heard the first scholarly report on the University of Wisconsin- Parkside Anthropology Field School at the Kaibab Paiute Indian Reservation in Arizona at the annual meeting of the Society for Applied Anthropo- logy in Marida, Yucatan, Mexico. The report, formally titled "Reservation-Based Tourism: Implications of Tourist Atti- tudes for Native American Economic Development," was authored by Prof. Richard Stoffle and two students, Cheryl Last and Michael Evans, both of Racine. Ms. last was selected to present the paper, an unusual honor for an under- graduate student, Stoffle points out. The paper dealt with data collected in a survey -of tourist .attttudes during the 1976 Field School which since has been processed by computer and analyzed at UW-P. The survey was aimed at providing the Kaibab Paiutes with an informa- tion base for planning recrea- tiona! development to improve the reservation economy. The survey, conducted among visitors to national parsk in the area surrounding the reservation showed many of those surveyed preferred camp- ing sites to motel accommoda- tions and had an interest in :****************************~ * • Lakeview : : . "" Craft and Rock Shop : : 10 % DISCOUNT WITH COUPON * * [except on swer) * * HOURS: 12137 S. 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"I'vegot Pabst Blue Ribbon on my mind." , ,- ;_Il"OI\IGlNi\L}lr&t..8&.~ ~$o'lt.n ",OOUCTS P"OVIOt ITSf'lt1no ~~0IIL't ~I: F1MUT OFMO"S AN' c..... lIU ."'1 ~ ~ -d{~:But" \&9'3 Wednesday,April 26, 1978 <Re,nger 3 Student presents anthropological report Professional anthropologists heard the first scholarly report on the University of Wisconsin- Parkside Anthropology Field School at the Kaibab Paiute Indian Reservation in Arizona at the annual meeting of the Society for Applied Anthropo- logy in Marida, Yucatan , Mexico . The report, formally titled "Reservation-Based Tourism: tmplications of Tourist Atti- tudes for Native American Economic Development," was authored by Prof . Richard Stoffle and two students, Cheryl Last and Michael Evans, both of Racine. Ms . Last was selected to present the paper, an unusual honor for an under- graduat e student, Stoffle po ints out . The paper dealt with data collected in a survey of tourist . attitudes during the 1976 Field School which since has been processed by computer and analyzed at UW-P . The survey was aimed at providing the Kaibab Paiutes with an informa- tion base for planning recrea- tional development to improve the reservation economy . The survey , conducted among visitors to national parsk in the area surrounding the reservation showed many of those surveyed preferred camp- ing sites to motel accommoda- tions and had an interest in Indian culture . The surve results have a direct bearing on plans for the 1978 Field School in which UW-P students will be involved with building educational hik- ing trails around the campsite , beginning work on museum displays of Ka1bab Paiute art ''I've got Pabst Blue Ribbon on my mind ." -,a( ; Ql\_lGINALJJ,,&t:B&. ~ ,~ S <ll•ttUT ""'-O O UCTS PI\OVI O IE Its ~lttlfO ' 0. y 'lli E FIN UT OF MO .. S A N• <. - INS Al\£ - , ~ -if(~ 2u t • 1%9'3 Notes Issue says volume 7, but it's actually volume 6. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Parkside Ranger, Volume 6, issue 30, April 26, 1978 Description An account of the resource Student newspaper of the University of Wisconsin-Parkside, Kenosha, Wis. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1978-04-26 Subject The topic of the resource College student newspapers and periodicals Student publications University of Wisconsin-Parkside--Newspapers Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Newspaper Language A language of the resource English Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Kenosha, Wisconsin Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available University of Wisconsin-Parkside Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource The Board of Regents of the University Wisconsin System art festivals field school paiute kaibab reservation race-walking