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