King Tut treasures at city art gallery rare and faseinating treasure widl be on display for Vancouverites at the Art Gallery until February 28, Itisthe beau- tiful treasure recovered from the five thousand year old tomb of Egyptian King Tutankhamon. The boy-king’s tomb was found in November, 1922 and is priceless, The 30 Objects, now ‘touring six Canadian cities, are val- ued at $5 million. One of the objects is a solid gold Coffin containing the in- Nards of the mummified king, The treasure is on loan from the United Arab Re- Public which is attempting to raise funds to rescue the Nubian Monuments threat- ened with inundation by the Aswan Dam. A film describing the threat to the Nubian mon- uments will also be shown at the gallery Monday through Saturday at 12:15 P.m. and 3 p.m, Also Sun- day at 3 p.m, CPR and parks L.C., VANCOUVER, writes: It Could be dubbed “A Tragedy in Three Acts,” Act, 1 Enter Can- ada’s Principle Robbers, better known as the CPR; puts a gun at the head of Vancouver and Says, “Three million bucks for that bit of parkland, or no deal!” Act Il, A groups of public- . Spirited Vancouver citizens bus- ily soliciting donations with which to “buy” a bit of that bit of Parkland for the people’s use, before the CPR and the real- €state sharks chew it all up” Act III, An NPA-loaded city council, ready to jump atitsCPR furnish that bit of parkland with wile and water facilities, (at ee bublic expense), in order to Hop goees that bit of parkland ey highly desirable” residen- Property — for the CPR and he real estate sharks. Curtains, , , on the parkland. © Needs parks anyway, when there’s big CPR profits to be Pickeg up? Labor and Tories rey K, JOHNSON, SALMON M, writes: There is an old Ockney joke in which a wife tells h Ow she came to be married, “So, ? ’ ae € up an’ socked me on the : Ma: an’ I sez, sez I, ‘If we’re Soin’ to be’ave like that, we may 4S well be man an’ wife’.” h Similarly, the British workers ave been telling the Labor Party faders for a long time, “If you’re. eee to act like a bunch of Con- ves: then we might as well ote Conservative,” But the paper Party never seems to get he Message, The byelection defeat of the aoe Minister of Foreign Af- airs makes that clear, The Labor S0vernment spends millions of Pounds to back up some decadent Tajahs and dissipated tycoons in alaysia, At the same time it abandons Six million ordinary Master’s Voice” decides to: human beings to a cruel tyranny in Southern Rhodesia, No Con- servative could do worse! Forest policy J, H, HENNESSEY, VICTORIA, writes: Having recently returned to B.C, after a number of years engaged in the pulpwood business at the Lake Head, particularly Port Arthur and Fort William, I find that the issues here are almost identical with what the small producer of pulpwood has been faced with in Northern and Northwest Ontario. Having acted in the capacity as field organizer for the Farmers Co-operative Marketing Asso- ciation and as president of the United Pulpwood Farmers Asso- ciation, both organizations have had to put up a relentless and consistent struggle for the bet- terment of conditions for the settlers, . for prices, quantity, scale, etc., and certainly had no easy sledding. Confronted as you arehere, we also have had to bear the brunt of the combined forces of the Tory provincial government and all the big companies of the pulp and paper industry established at the Lake Head, and many times also a very reactionary press, Probably the most significant factor in connection with the problems involving the small pulp producer in N,W, Ontario, is that the pulpwood farmer and the Lumber and Sawmill Workers’ Union realize that they have.one thing in common; that they are both exploited by the big com- panies, and have found common ground in their struggle for im- provement, Do you not think that the time — is close at hand when the IWA should be taking a rather sharp look in this direction, since it will most certainly be opening up new fields for pulpwood cut- ters? However, I do not wish to seem too presumptious, since probably the IWA have already given due consideration to this development, ‘We must keep on trying and trying for peace’ By MYRTLE BERGREN ancouver Island is a small place. It takes only minutes for a. bomber to take off from Comox air base and fly over the mountains and any of the little towns and villages here and there, At night, children will be sleeping and everything silent in the lumber camps and villages, . And suddenly a roar is heard in the sky, It is the Night Hawk Squadron (409) stationed at Co- mox, flying Voodoos, borne from the ground on a tail of flame two hundred feet long. It is twenty tons of twin jet armed with rockets, practising, Practising “homing in” to destroy, What a waste! Who keeps these things in the air when there are so many against them? Jacques Singer, the conductor, who speaks out on tejevision for government subsidies to the arts rather than waste of money on devices for war? Mamie Maloney, who writes in her column for an end to this unreality, telling us that the latest supersonic fighter plane is esti- mated to cost $650 million? “This would build more than 600,000 new $10,000 homes to house more than three million people,” The fact that all over Vancou- ver Island and the rest of B,C, hospital and social services are in an economic plight seems small in relation to the people of India who are dying on the streets for want of food. Every- thing is so stupid and so upside down that it seems hard to know where to begin to straighten things out. There is one thing the mother is sure of, and that is that if enough people showed enough concern, the situation would change. For several years she has been doing work for peace, learning, finding out that most people agreed with her, She goes back into her house and thinks, “Why? Why haven’t we stopped this insanity yet?”_ and then she remembers what her son told her when he came home from university at Christmas, The professor had told them,“ Karl Marx states that when an idea is grasped by millions of people it’ becomes a material force,” ok Soe Then the important thing todo, she thinks, is to keep on trying and trying to spread the idea of dis- armament and no nuclear weap- ons, until enough people think about it and agree with it that they -will know how to enforce Hungarian ballet “A breath-taking embodiment of masculine strength and feminine grace,” is the way the New York Times described the Hungarian Ballets Bihari which will be coming to the: it when the opportunity arises! She recalls a peace lobby she went to at Victoria not long ago. On the bus going down there were two elderly ladies sitting in front of her, both with wrinkled, soft skin, One was a teacher, reading a book, and the other seemed a nice, agreeable friend who kept saying, “Yes, yes,” to the teach- er’s remarks, The teacher looked up from her book, “I asked my class,” she said in-a thrilled voice, “to write something, And one girl wrote an essay on how wicked it is to allow the underprivileged peoples of the world to go hun- gry, while so much money is wasted on cosmetics and such!” —And a teacher, too! Here were people who still had to hear about MYRTLE BERGREN money being wasted on arma- ments! Waiting about the shining gran- ite lobbies of the Parliament buildings were other people she had seen in other years, and many were interviewing MLA’s, They had a resolution to be pre- sented, asking the provincial goy- ernment to urge the federal goy- erment to keep them off Canadian soil! A slender, middle-aged man with a melancholy face sauntered about in a long blue overcoat, She knew him and he came over to her and smiled. He was a poet, Under his ar‘n he carried a white oblong box with “Stanfield’s Un- derwear” on it, He opened it and gave her-a mimeographed poem called “Warm Wind of Peace,” He had given oneto allthe MLA’s, a There was the old lady who after lunch collapsed on the stone floor, and everyone’ thought she had had a heart attack, and those nearest did what they could, A newspaper reporter who had been office. Queen Elizabeth Theatre in Vancouver, Sun- ! watching from the sidelines in order to pick up something to write about in his column, said, “She’s a good soldier but she should have stayed home to bake a lemon pie!” Somebody said if we have a nuclear war there won’t be anyone left to bake a lemon pie for! The reporter van- ished around the corner with pursed lips, but he mentioned the poem, and the “good soldier” in his column next day, and what they were there for, - It was good to be part of such a movement, Soon they were as- sembling again in the corridors to buttonhole the MLA’s going: into the session, Some who would rather not commit themselves - found a back way of getting to the chambers, One of the mem- bers who had found himself in trouble with his party over atrip to Cuba walked through the crowd amid backslapping and hand- shakes, Z At two-thirty it was time for the newspaper photographers to take their pictures on the huge stone steps of the buildings, and ‘there was scarcely room for everyone to stand! They lined up then, jostling and passing pla- cards around, for the march through the streets of staid old Victoria, Placards erect against the wind, No Nuclear Weapons, said most of them, They began, two abreast, and it was so long that most of them could not see the beginning or the end, The sound of marching feet was some- thing the mother would not forget, An old man waiting at a bus stop with a dozen other people came out on the sidewalk with open arms and said, “You look wonderful!” Cars honked approv- al, and people waved and spoke out their support, The pale sun was low in the. west behind the tall Victoria buildings when they alldispersed Yor home, and waving to the bus of passengers from Vancouver, the last face she saw at the win- dow was the beautiful face of the old lady peace delegate who had collapsed on the marble floor, smiling, and looking for all the world as if nothing could ever hold her down, As the sound of the Voodoo bomber returned high over the village, another sound returned in the mother’s imagination, It was the sound of marching feet of the peace delegates again , , . and she’d go again, and again, and again, ‘Bihari’ coming day, February 21st. Above, left, is dance star Nora Kovach. Right, doing an Hungarian folk dance. Tickets available at Hudson’s Bay box February 5, 1965—PACIFIC TRIBUNE—Page 9 Sa i