Hilltop Views (Austin, Tex.), Vol. 5, No. 7, Ed. 1 Monday, December 10, 1990 Page: 3 of 8
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Views
the other side
A whale of a fantasy turns out to be only a dream
I
inside the beltway
and try not to kill each other
Happy hohdays ..
ae
bon appetite
Dogs make feast out of Turkey Day gizzards
-------Dear Ali------------------------------------------
Christmas gift for ex-girlfriend might be good
n
1”
tail over the Holiday Season will
understand what I am talking about.
Anyway, usual ly for the first couple
of weeks of December people are
bitchy and rude, trying to get all the
gifts for the little ones, finding
parking spaces, and fighting the
crowds. And at the smallest reason,
they become mean and abusive. But
maybe a few days before Christmas
people become pleasant, and they
actually begin to enjoy the season.
But immediately after Christmas, it
is the rush to exchange the presents,
and they become rude again.
like that.. Help!
MY PRIDE AT STAKE
then, after they had humiliated me,
they would turn me loose in the
frigid waters of Lake Sunapawauke.
Then and only then would I realize
what had happened, that what
occured was the dream.
That is where the dream ends,
with me stuck in the middle of Lake
Sunapawauke. And that is where I
am now. Forever. Until the end of
time. Or at least until I have another
dream.
TODD C. HART
managing editor
I was exhuasted. It had been
years since I had that dream, but
now, now I knew it would come
true.
I had been six when the dream
first came to me. It was more of a
sadistic fantasy at the time, but I
would later realize that this would
become my destiny. My sole pur-
pose in life. My final mortal expe-
David Cotter
staff columnist
I would like to thank everyone
for their response to the article on
thing I know Taffy darts into the
living room where my father is and
starts to grunt in a very serious and
threatening tone while prancing
around in circles between the living
and dining rooms. This dog is fif-
teen years old.
Very soon we came to a family
consensus that it was time for the
dogs to eat. I really can’t tell if they
enjoyed it or even if they remem-
bered it seconds after the food hit
the dish. It all happened so fast. But
I was glad that the energy the dogs
had built up in the days prior to
Turkey Day had been expressed
before my dinner had a chance to be
the target..
of the stove with her face fixed and
her little dog paws on her hips tap-
ping her foot impatiently.
Some families are able to come
up with interesting recipes for the
parts that come in the little paper
bag inside the turkey ’s chest cavity.
Not ours.
My dogs set up a 24-hour pa-
trol on the bird when they first no-
ticed it enter the house. Theyounger
dog, Weena, took the night shift
because she wakes up and barks at
every little noise anyway.
Frankly, we are afraid to try
and take the giblets for ourselves.
The commando-hounds are so high-
strung during Thanksgiving that
I must say, though, there were some
very happy dogs at the homestead
this Thanksgiving.
My parents have two dogs: a
young, frisky, paranoid dog and a
very old, snugly dog with selective
hearing. Taffy, the older dog, only
hears words like dog food, bone,
leash, and Daddy’s home.
Once a year, twice depending
on what we have for Christmas din-
ner, Taffy hears a special word...
giblets. We don’t even have to say
it. Somehow she knows that the
special smell is for her. Maybe she
assumes that everything we are
cooking is for her anyway, but on
Thanksgiving day she stood in front
Even at college we are not im-
mune, the pressure of the semester,
finals, and the last push to booster
the grades has its negative effect on
us. It has gone as far as two students
trying to beat the hell out of each
other, for no other reason than a
personality clash. Whatever hap-
pened to common sense? If you
don’t like a person, stay away from
them.
The only solution I can think of
to the entire mess is to do what our
parents did to us when we became
abusive with one of our toys, they
—Teh
C. L,
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took it away and said, “You can
have it back when you are old
enough to appreciate it.” All it
would take for us is to learn a little
self-discipline, a little tolerance, and
a little class. We don’t deserve a
Christmas, until we learn to appre-
ciate it.
However, I wish everyone a
safe and merry Christmas. We are
all in it together, we’ve all had bad
days, but it is not an excuse to be
mean. When you feel like saying
something negative, remember they
probably had a bad day also.
rience. Now I knew, now was the
time for my final fulfillment.
In the dream I seemed to be
frightened, and I experienced a
tingling sensation in certain discreet
areas of my body. The tingling was
euphoric in a masochistic kind of
way. I relished the feeling and
almost reached a climax when I
realized that the whales were star-
ing at me. Our gazes locked, and
right then I knew they wanted me.
they are quite unpredictable.
So, after my father cooked up
the treat, it was still much too hot for
them, and we put the dish on the
counter to cool. Not that the dogs
would bum their mouths. Food
doesn ’t even make its first stop until
somewhere mid-small intestine, you
know. I don’t even know why Taffy
likes food so much. I haven’t seen
her chew since she was doing Puppy
Chow.
I was sitting back and munch-
ing on some pre-dinner snack, and I
noticed that the dogs looked to be
patiently staring at the counter,
when, as if on cue, they turned to
each other and nodded. The next
animal rights. The discussions and
comments have helped me come to
a better understanding of the animal
activist’s position and clarify my
own. After all, a better under-
standing is why we came to college.
It is Christmas time, HUR-
RAH! And I completely buy into
“Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Man.”
I love the good cheer and helping
others and everyone expressing
goodwill, but I don’t think we should
have Christmas anymore; nobody
seems to take it seriously.
You students who work in re-
Dear Ali,
I’m stuck and I’m getting really
frustrated. My girlfriend and I have
just broken up. I realize that
Christmas is right around the corner
and I really, really wanted to get her
something, but I’m not sure its in
my place - since we’re no longer
together. I know she’d really ap-
preciate the gift that I have in mind,
but I don’t want her to think I’m
trying to buy her back or anything
I tried to turn and run but the
tide had come in and I
was....trapped! I thought desper-
ately, and as a last resort I tried to
escape by walking on their backs.
But, as is usual in dreams of this
type, my efforts failed and they
carried me farther out to sea. I was
trapped. A strange man in a stranger
ocean.
The whales would have their
way with me, bear my children and
•-dm
JEAN EMERSON
staff columnist
I will spare you all by not re-
counting what my family and I ate
for Thanksgiving dinner. I thought
that might be a bit too obvious in a
food column following the holiday.
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Well, MY PRIDE AT STAKE,
I’m not too clear on the status
of your relationship with her and if
she’ll understand what it is your are
trying to accomplish and what you
are trying to avoid — buying her
back. If you two are still on speak-
ing terms I think it would be a nice
gesture for you to get her a gift. Try
not to make it too sentimental or too chance of your possibly getting back
elaborate. together or even becoming friends.
On the other hand, if it ended in Two, you could buy her the gift
a heated argument and neither of you think she would enjoy, tell her
your are on speaking terms, then you do not intend on getting her
you could do one of two things. back, rather that you just wanted
One, you could not get her a her to have it. By doing this you
Christmas present, never speak to show her what a nice, considerate
her again, consider the relationship guy you are and you set up the basis
a failure and move on with your life, for a truce between you two which
In this case you would save your might develop into a friendship you
hard-earned money, yet lose the never dreamed of obtaining.
December 10,1990 Page 3
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