YOU \NENT SO r:flR A\NAV
                        By Shei Ia Hope Jurnak

     You went so far away
           five fog horns called out your names
           migrating birds sang you songs
           they dragged the river for your body
     You went so far away
           the touch of your thigh
           against my hip
           made me disappear.




   I WALk AROUNd My TRAP
                                 By Robin Simmons

      I walk around my trap
      Its supine fronds concealing its intention
      Around the corner of my eye
      Lurk the hushed up vacancies
      Death strokes his distances and gloats
      The day hoists itself ahead
      A solemn green caterpillar
      Knowing it need answer for nothing.

      My trap is a magnet for me only
      All deceptions leading to the bone dry dust beneath
      Listen: If I foam a hundred black mares
      To the edge of heaven
      Still I cannot enter her shroud.                                                                       Graphic by
      Here hang no ecroes goading me to leap
                                                                                                             Mei Kwang Lu
      Here silence' sealed lips have been more discreet
      Tender surfaces will fool my foot
      And I will earth faced fall
      To bite mind deep.




MISS TOMATO QUEEN GOES TO MARKET
                                                v-isibility sexism which pervaded       thing, • •• and what they're smelling
                                                Louisiana's competition for Miss        is you! 11
                                                International held Saturday, July
                                                                                          As the contest closed and the
                                                21st at the Fontainbleau Hotel,
                                                                                        star-dazzled competitors filed off-
                                                                                        stage, M, C . Jim Stone found him-
                                                   Competitors serving as mascots
                                                                                        self at a loss for words to describe
                                                for assorted commercial interests,
                                                                                        the dignity of young womanhood:
                                                included Miss Sauce Pi cquante,
                                                                                        "One more look at these, , , ah -h,,
                                                Miss Tomato Queen, Miss Dixie
                                                                                        well, one more look!"
                                                Darling and, of course, America's
                                                Dream Girl.                                Distaff reporters were there,
                                                   The contest promoter was over -      Other than that, the farce proceeded
                                                flowing with pride for our magno-       smoothly, without a ripple of fem-
                                                lia heritage. "Most of the winners      inist protest, Guess we Southern
                                                of beauty contests come from the        gal.s jest ain't snooty enough.
                 Pt!oto ,.bJ Allll GlltntiJtr   South, II he bragged to the audience.       Story covered by Kris Pottharst
                                                "In the Northeast they glamorize                         and Ann Gallmeyer
   "Put a woman on a pede sta1, water           the lobsters and the cranberries.
her every day and you get so much               Down here they glamorize the girls,"
good out of them. •1 (sic)                      In case some ml8 sed his point he
                                                 added, "Up north, the girls run
  This inanity and the above photo
was typical of t4e low grade ~igh               around like they're smelling some-                                          II