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December 1st 1982 CSUSB

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The Fawortunity to meet Homer, one of the cowboys from the Miller's Outpost commercials. Much to the surprise of the members. Homer, really Bob Thompson, is not an actca* by trade, but is the head of the creative ad department for Miller's Outpost. Located in Rancho Cucamonga, the ad office is responsible for inioducing all of Miller's Outpost commercials and advertising campaigns. All phases of creating a d flyers, including all printing is done inhouse. Miller's Outpost isoneof the largest growing retail clothing chains in the west, rising from 12 stores in 1974 to almost 200 today. Part of this success can be attribute to the close family-orientated relationship of its employees withnessed at their ad office. The Marketing Association plans to be very active in the winter quarter. Another trip is planned for January to the Colgate Company. In addition speakers Joyce Folley and Toni Callicot will te wisiting to talk about their respective jobs in promoting and marketing all the southern California shopping malls and the "US" Festival. The Marketing Association is an organization developed to provide the s t u d e n t w i t h experience a n d knowledge in the current business world. Go and see what they're all about.

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Pomp and Circumstance by Philip Buford When Nick Rossi saw the bomb under Anne's chair, he worked desperately to untie her. He pulled and tugged but the knots were too tight. Nick glanced down at the bombs clock and gasp^! Five, four, three, two, one...Nothing happened. The bomb was a dud!! Dean John Colby was rushed to Fibber Memorial Hospital. He'd had a massive heart attack and Jennifer was terrified that he'd die. He was taken to intensive care. Jennifer, wearing only a revealing night gown paced back and forth in the waiting room. Suddenly, John's wife, Julia, appeared. The two women stood facing each other in silence. Then when Julia saw Dr. Emile Rapshot, John's physician, she stopped him to ask about her husband's condition. He told her that John was in critical condition. He would do all he could for John but the best thing for now was prayer. Baxter, meanwhile became quite agitated when he couldn't find Millissa. He assumed that she was with the "Agretti boy" again and so went to "Agretti's Pizza ^wl" to put a stop to their "silly" romance once and for all. When he got there,

however, Matt's sister Oina told him she hadn't seen Matt all day. Baxter angrily told Gina that if anything happened to Millissa because of Matt, someone was going to pay. Just as Gina was about to defend her little brother, Matt and Millissa walked through the front door and announced that they had eloped!! Millissa was now Mrs. Matt A^etti and there was nothing Baxter could do. Back at the hospital Julia turned on Jennifer and blammed the "sleazy little tramp" for John's attack. Jennifer only laughed and said that if Julia had taken care of her job in the tirst place, John would never have looked for someone else to fill the position. She also told Julia that she was a disgusting drunk and a sorry excuse for a woman. Julia slapped Jennifer and ran out of the hosptial. Hours later, a drunken Julia Colby danced along the freeway overpass completely nude. What will become of Julia? Will John survive? What will Baxter do now that Matt and Millissa are married? Find out next quarter in Pomp and Circumstance.

??Whoam I?? Height: 57 Eyes: Baby Blue Hair: Long and Curly Favorite T.V. Show: Hawaii 5-0 Most Irritating Habit: Picks his nose Sex: 4 times a year Age: Can't Remember Favorite Group: ELFin John

December 1,1982

The Pawprint

Weight: 240 by Christmas One word description: Jolly Favorite clothing: Red satin shorts with white fur trim Most used phrase: "A Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."

People No Lie

by Quiche Lawrence To this day I still believe it really happened even though my mom and big brother think I was just being wierd. It happened on the Christmas just before we left Ohio and moved to good 'ol sunny California, land of the fruits. It was late and so I was in bed, but hardly asleep. I never could sleep on Christmas Eve. I was too eager to get at all the stuff "Santi" Claus had dropped off under the tree. Not my brother though. He was "callin' hogs" as usual. Now our room was pretty neat, except for one thing. Right at the foot of my bed was...the attic door! Gosh I hated that thing. When you're a kid attics and closetsare like chambers of horrors. Anyway, like I was sayin', I was in bed when the attic door started to open, real slow. I nearly wet my pajamas. It was dark but I could still see pretty good. Out of the attic, standing right at the foot of my bed was this giant green man with a flat head and stiches all over his face. Now I'm not sure, but he looked a lot

like Frankenstein...No Lie! He had this big bag throw'd over his shoulder and a red and white scarf wrapped around his neck. He looked around carefully then tip toed right out of my room and down the stairs. I was scared but I had to get a better look at this guy, so I followed him. I sat on the stairs and watched him as he took all kinds of toys and things out of the bag and put them under our Christmas tree. It was like something out of Mad Magazine...No Lie! Then all of a sudden he stopped what he was doin' to turn and look up right at me! He was real ugly! His eyes were yellow with red cracks all around the pupil and his nose was runny from bein' out in the snow. Anyhow, he looked at me then he winked and went back to what he was doin'. When he was done, heate a hand full of walnuts my mom set out on the coffee table and left, out the front door. The next morning no one would believe a word I said, but it's all true...No Lie!

Personals

Merry, Merry Christmas. Love, Little Gerbil To Cindy H., You are the best friend anyone could ask for and I love you. Merry Christmas. Love, Christina Have a goo'one all. Merry Christmas. Happy Birthday Ma^e!! From your friend and fellow Sagittarian, *Nara. To T.A. of DnT, you are a dynamite and beautiful friend! Luv, D.D. of DnT.

To Meg: Relax, take a deep breath. Everything will turn out Perfect! Love, your maid of honor. To April K., Hope you enjoyed your first quarter. Merry Christmas, Love, Christina. To Keller, remember me till your bra strap snaps. Merry Christmas. Love, Sasquatch. Hello.. Mom and Dad?.. Look, I have been asking for a stereo for almost 10 years now,.. I really think it is about t i m e . . . I h a v e behaved t h i s year...(really). PLEASE! If you buy me a stereo, I will never call collect again, I promise. From, The Big 0.

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