Epidemic hits The Print
It’s
striking
everywhere, without any
discrimination against sex,
religion, age, or any other
areas.
Its victim is college
clubs and organizations,
striking many colleges
throughout the state, If not
the country. What is it? It’s
a lack of membership.
Through
past
editorials and stories
published in The Print so
far this term, it has been
made evident how hard this
culprit has hit the
Associated
Student
Government.
In the Senatorial elec
tions there weren’t even
enough petitions turned-in
to fill the positions open.
Fortunately there were
enough write-in candidates
to complete the Senate.
ASG haB', by no
means, been the only club
or organization hit. In fact,
most clubs and organiza
tions on this campus have
fallen prey to the epidemic.
Among those struck
by the disease has been
The Print. Things looked
great for The Print as the
time was narrowing down
to the beginning of fall
term. It seemed as though
about 10 people would be
returning from the previous
year’s staff. That’s pretty
much how it turned out, but
there weren’t all that many
new members.
This has all been
leading up to the fact that
THE PRINT NEEDS HELP.
Realizing this is the week
everyone gets to register
for winter term, all that is
asked is that The Print be
remembered while you’re
going through this process.
The Print needs help
In every way imaginable.
We need writers, artists,
photographers, sales per
sons, and even people with
story ideas. At current
membership, It’s impossi
ble for The Print to know
what’s
going
on
everywhere concerning
this College.
To be an official
member of the staff,
register for Publications
Lab, listed for 1 p.m. Mon
days, Wednesdays, and
Fridays. Otherwise if any
story idea pops into your
head, let a member of The
Print know, so that a
reporter can be put on it, or
write it yourself.
Writing for The Print is
your chance to find out
what’s really going on at
this College. On many
stories more is found out
than what is eventually
published.
There are times when
the things that get un
covered aren’t fit to be
printed. Being a writer will
allow you to find out some
of those things very few
people,know.
Some stories will lead
you to dead ends, but
that’s the fun of it. It’s
when
you
know
something’s happening,
but you find people aren’t
willing to talk about it. Now
comes the excitement of
digging up information
some people don’t want
you to know about, but it’s
Many times this must
your duty to your readers to
be
done under the pressure
find out the truth.
essay finals, in any of the of a deadline. Therefore,
classes you’re taking, when it comes time for
you’ll be better equipped to
handle the pressure writing
Besides knowing the
situation.
inside story of what’s going
on, there are other assets
attained by working for The
Print. One of the big advan
tages is writing. Writing for
a newspaper will help you
to organize your thoughts
to come to say what you
want them to.
Cartoonist’s death triggers fond memory
Wally Wood died last
week, and chances are that
you’ve never heard of him.
Most people haven’t heard
of Wood, and that’s OK; he
was not a headline grabber.
mained good till the 70’s.
Granted, that is not usually
considered a profession that
warrants an editorial. In fact,
his was a job that 99.9 percent
of the people couldn’t care less
about.
By J. Dana Haynes
But to a few of us, he was
important.
Wallace Wood was a comic
book artist, who got into the
business in the 40’s and re
When 1 was growing up in
various, small towns in Idaho, I
acquired a taste for what my
folks call funny-books, and
what Is formally known as com-
staff
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PRINT.
office: Trailer B; telephone: 657-8400, ext. 309 or 310
editor. Rick Obrltschkewltsch
news editor: J. Dana Haynes; arts editor Tina Riggs
feature editor: Amy DeVour
sports editor Wanda Percival *■
photo editor Duane Hlersche; copy editor: Mike Rose
staff writers: Kristi Blackman, Alison Hull
Thomas A. Rhodes, Tracy Telgland, Daria Weinberger
staff photographers: Duffy Coffman, Jay Qraham
cartoonists: Jim Adams, J. Dana Haynes
business manager: Joan Seely
typesetter Pennle Keefer; graphics: Lynn Griffith
advisor Dana Splelmann
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ic books (there’s a subtle dif
ference between the two}.
That’s where I first encountered
Wood’s work.
Not that the hero was so great,
or the inevitable fight so
wonderful. None of that really
mattered, not to me. Once in a
while, I’d stumble onto an ar
tist! Someone who made the
little men in the funky costumes
seem a little bit more realistic,
more alive.
There was a one-story
house in Twin Fdlls, Idaho that
the owners had converted into
a book store. As far as I know,
it’s still there. I remember
detouring on my way home
In those boxes, in that
from Vera C. O’Leary-Junior shop, I’d find a Bill Everett or a
High School to stop by “The Will Eisner. Or a Wally Wood.
Book Worm.” In one corner Oh, that was what I collected
were three cardboard boxes comics for! That was the little
with the General Mills’ logo extra that I drooled over.
stamped on them. Inside these Those clean inks, those sym
boxes were comics, more or metrical shadows, those sup
less alphabetically organized.
porting figures with receding
I can dimly remember hairlines, or horn-rimmed
kneeling in front: of these tat glasses or ponches. Those
tered boxes • and thumbing human figures. Me. And the
through dozens of used, back people I saw every day. They
issues. I would skim quickly excited me so damn much.
past the funny animal comics,
I also remember my
breeze through the “Archies” father, telling me that I was old
and snub “Dennis the enough to forget about those
Menace,” till I found what I was funny-books. They Were for lit
looking for: Super heroes.
tle boys, not for me. And I
Ah, how my eyes shined.
remember trying to explain to
Superman, Spidey, the Fan him that, at the age of IB, I
tastic Four and the Blue Beetle.
kept hearing Walter Cronkite
Heroes and viilians, super
talking about inflation, and the
\powers and uncomplicated president being a crook, and
struggles of old fashioned good Israel knocking the hell out of
versus old fashioned evil. I lov someone, and I didn’t unders
tand it all.
ed them.
And in this cardboard
heaven, once in a very great
while, I would stumble upon
one of the really good ones.
didn’t seem to affect us. The
comics reflected that peace.
Especially the good ones.
Now, it’s a decade later.
I’ve decided what to do with
my life; I’m a fighting-young-
journalist-with-morals-and-
principals. Every week, I spend
more time seeking truth and
“writing” wrongs than I do with
my wife. J live for the chance to
expose some flaw in society
(and I’m reminded of Jeff
McNelly’s cómic strip “Shoe,”
and the newspaper in it called
The Tattler Tribune).
Meanwhile, while I was fit
ting into the world of Dad and
Cronkite, Wally Wood grew
old. He had diabetes, kidney
failure, and his eyes weren’t so
good anymore. Last week,
when he was supposed to
begin dialysis treatments,
Wood shot himself in the head
and died.
I still collect comic books,
only with a bit more fervor than
before. And I still search for the
góod ones. The ones that are
simple, yet caring. Like the
ones Wally Wood did.
Wally Wood is not a name
one usually sees in a
newspaper. He wasn’t a shaker
nor a mover, he didn’t control
Truth to tell, I really didn’t, lives nor wield great power.
care. Life was peaceful enough■ Wally Wood drew comic
in Twin Falls, and if the preSi-' books, and made a few people
dent was one of the bad guys, it happy.
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