new faces...

by Bill Zienty

A few days ago, while getting the
textbooks together for September, I
came across a little organic chemistry
text, The Shape of Carbon Compounds. I
looked to Pat and said, "Ten years! It's
taken ten years but we've almost sold
them all."

It seem that in those early days, and for
that matter even today, faculty were
possessed by academic vigour. They
expected every seat in each of their
classes to be filled by an eager student,

from all walks...

by Ted Clarke

Contacted Capilano College in 1970 and
was able to start academic classes in
Spring Term, 1971. Fall term 1971 I
commenced classes in the Media
Resources Program. I worked for Bill
McPhee during my vocational training, at
Mathers Campus. Working with Bill gave
me the experience needed to continue
school with an advantage, something I
will always be thankful for.

Since 1971 many things have taken place.
During my student days the politics were
incredible within the student body, from
the flushing of election ballots to our
radical newspaper. Some people may
remember the expression "Pudding".

How about our mascot, Blackberry the
eat. She lived in the Mathers Campus
library. She was the first one waiting at
the door in the morning and the last one

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and furthermore that each of these
students have a shiny new text open to
the appropriate page before them. I
foolishly fell under their spell and
ordered texts accordingly.

I feel safe in saying that the Bookstore
operation over the last decade has been
dynamie: I can remember only two years
when the Bookstore hasn't moved from
one location to another. In West
Vaneouver Secondary School during the
eolleges' second semester the Bookstore
ran out of a series of the smallest rooms
available. When it appeared that
Capilano College was to become a

out at closing time. She would hide
anywhere in the stacks and keep your lap
warm while studying.

During the summer of 1972, one of my
duties was to shuffle books from
Mather's library to Technical services
then back to the library. Now this may
not sound too exciting, but there was
always one or two obstacles over the 4
mile distance. In April 1973 I was one of
many students putting the College's
aquisitions in boxes for the move to
Welch Street, then to Lynnmour. We had
to work on the last weekend (before the
movers came) during hockey playoffs.

We had hoped to be paid the regular
weekend rate and upon receiving our
cheques, well I'm sure that many people
can remember me storming around Welch
St. trying to find out why all of us had
been paid the regular $2.25/hour rate.