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Student protests, 1969

1969-10-15 ""The New Prairie Primer"" Page 4

I began, approximately two weeks ago, to write an article on emigration vis-a-vis the draft. Since the time Richard M(f). Nixon's  latest attempt at draft evasion has disrupted the process. First I learned that on the national level, there would be no draft calls in November and December. Then, from my Local 13-28 of the SSS came the news that the October draft call will consist of two inductees- and I am not one of them.
So picture Our Hero, up against the stockade wall facing a firing squad. He resolutely, even anxiously awaits the inevitable. The order to fire is given by an ancient blind general dressed in a clown costume. Then suddenly a nondescript man carrying a cocker spaniel jumps over the stockade wall speaking out of six sides of his face at once. Flipping the cocker in the air, he shouts "Headstails!" and the guns turn into garden hoses the stockade into giant strands of spaghetti. Within minutes our hero collapses in a Kafkaesque wallow of incoherent pasta. For a finale, the man with the dog shakes his finger in the face of the clown and shouts "Now let me make this perfectly clear." from twelve sides of his face at once. Having been under sentence for five years, and having psychologically prepared himself for two years, our hero listens attentively, hoping to discover if this is an absurd pardon or sadistic delay. But nothing happens; the clown smiles as he looks at a pair of dice in his hand and the nondescript man recites, from twenty-four sides of his face, passages from Reader' Digest to his dog. The effect on Our Hero is one of severe disorientation. What's a mother to do?

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I began, approximately two weeks ago, to write an article on emigration vis-a-vis the draft. Since the time Richard M(f). Nixon's latest attempt at draft evasion has disrupted the process. First I learned that on the national level, there would be no draft calls in November and December. Then, from my Local 13-28 of the SSS came the news that the October draft call will consist of two inductees- and I am not one of them. So picture Our Hero, up against the stockade wall facing a firing squad. He resolutely, even anxiously awaits the inevitable. The order to fire is given by an ancient blind general dressed in a clown costume. Then suddenly a nondescript man carrying a cocker spaniel jumps over the stockade wall speaking out of six sides of his face at once. Flipping the cocker in the air, he shouts "Headstails!" and the guns turn into garden hoses the stockade into giant strands of spaghetti. Within minutes our hero collapses in a Kafkaesque wallow of incoherent pasta. For a finale, the man with the dog shakes his finger in the face of the clown and shouts "Now let me make this perfectly clear." from twelve sides of his face at once. Having been under sentence for five years, and having psychologically prepared himself for two years, our hero listens attentively, hoping to discover if this is an absurd pardon or sadistic delay. But nothing happens; the clown smiles as he looks at a pair of dice in his hand and the nondescript man recites, from twenty-four sides of his face, passages from Reader' Digest to his dog. The effect on Our Hero is one of severe disorientation. What's a mother to do?