xt78pk070r9p https://exploreuk.uky.edu/dips/xt78pk070r9p/data/mets.xml The Kentucky Kernel Kentucky -- Lexington The Kentucky Kernel 1976-02-18 Earlier Titles: Idea of University of Kentucky, The State College Cadet newspapers  English   Contact the Special Collections Research Center for information regarding rights and use of this collection. The Kentucky Kernel  The Kentucky Kernel, February 18, 1976 text The Kentucky Kernel, February 18, 1976 1976 1976-02-18 2020 true xt78pk070r9p section xt78pk070r9p KENTUCKY

Vol. LXVII l
No.115

an independent student newspaper

Wednesday, Feb. 18,1976

t’)'.;i;‘:";t \f"'t'[lltj’lf

‘ituldings. wandering.

drum low. .

g§

N,

the ram '1;

t1t1«
‘rwad hurt:

"s down _\‘UU'

(‘izztzizi‘

v
‘9‘
\s'

F;-i‘.'3’.-..«-

el

University of Kentucky, Lexington. Ky.

-—-aewrtaownnn

UK yarn
may be

contaminated

By JAMIE LUCKE
Assistant Managing Editor

A weaving room in the UK Reynolds
Building has been sealed off, and ap-
proximately 100 pounds of yarn will be
sent to the Lexington Fayette County
Health Department as a result of
reports that the yarn may be con-
taminated with anthrax bacteria.

The Center for Disease Control in
Atlanta. Ga. reported last week that a
California weaver died of anthrax after
being exposed to contaminated yarn
imported from a supplier in Pakistan.
The University learned Friday that
some yarn shipped to UK in November
1975 came from the same supplier and
could be possibly contaminated.

Joe Fitzpatrick, art department
chairman. said he closed the Reynolds
Building immediately after he learned
of the possible contamination Friday.
The building was opened Sunday—i
excluding the weaving room—after
Lexington health experts said it was
safe to do. so. he said.

Approximately 35 students enrolled
in weaving classes this semester were
notified personally of the possible
contamination. Fitzpatrick said.
Professors are asking students to
return finished pieces which possibly
contain contaminated yarn.

Letters explaining the possible
contamination are being mailed to
students who were enrolled in weaving
classes last semester. he said.

The weaving room will be sterilized
and the floor painted to eliminate any
remaining anthrax spores before being
reopened. he said. Art materials stored
with the ptssibly contaminated yarn
will also be sterilized, he said.

The supplier has agreed to reimburse
the University for yarn that must be
discarded. he said.

Robert Noble, assistant professor of
medicine and Medical Center
epidemologist. explained the disease to
art students and faculty Monday.

According to Noble, anthrax is ex-
tremely rare in the United States. He
said the disease takes two forms—a
skin infection and pulmonary anthrax.’
Noble said the skin infection is rarely
fatal, but pulmonary anthrax, which is

(‘ontinued on page 12

Beshear proposes expansion of UK neonatal unit

By PEGGY CALDWELL
Assistant Managing Editor

Rep. Steve Beshear (D-Lexington) is
preparing legislation which would ap-
propriate $3 million in state funds to ex-

pand the UK Med Center's neonatal in-
tensive care unit (NICU) from the present

17 beds to as many as 45 within the next
two years. he announced Monday in
Lexington.

IfK President Otis' Singletary said
yesterday in Frankfort that while UK‘s
primary concern in medical programs is

teaching. “We‘re willing to be part of the
solution to an unmet need.

“We didn’t put the bill in," Singletary
said. “but I understand there is a real need
here. I am told there are babies dying
because we can’t get the care they need.
and if somebody‘s willing to give us the
money. we’ll expand the service."

In a release distributed to media
Monday. Beshear said the UK facility.
which provides constant care for sick and
premature infants. is the only one of its
kind in central and eastern Kentucky.
According to an estimate he cited. ap-
proximately 125 infants were turned away
from UK last year because no beds were
available.

Bshear's release also cited a report by
the Ad Hoc Committee on Maternal and
Infant Care of the Bluegrass Regional
Health Planning Council which stated

there is an “urgent need to increase the
size of the neonatal care unit at the
University of Kentucky from 17 beds up to
a minimum of 35 and possibly 45."

Beshear said yesterday he plans to in-
troduce the bill “shortly“ and expects
support for the measure in the house. “I
have already received good comments
from several colleagues," he said.

With regard to funding of the expanded
facility. Beshear said. “all expected
revenue is not accounted for in the
governor's budget proposal. Some pieces
of legislation have already passed through
the house which would require funds not
budgeted. Appropriations for the UK
project could even come in the form of a
floor amendment to a budget bill."

Beshear said he would like to see the bill
go to the house Appropriations and

Revenue Committee, rather than to the
Health and Welfare Committee, im-
mediately after it is filed.

“There is a time factor involved here,”
he said. “We‘re more than halfway
through the session and it takes a long time
for a bill to be passed. If the bill got past
the Health and Welfare Committee, it
would be sent to the Rules Committee.
which is controlled by the governor. It
could be killed or held up there if anyone
wanted to do it," he said. He added that he
did not know Gov. Julian Carroll's position
on the measure.

Beshear's release stated UK is presently
looking into limited expansion of the
neonatal unit, but outside funds would be
needed to attain the heatlh planning
council ‘5 recommended 45-patient facility.

(‘ontinued on page 12

 

  
  
   
  
  
    
   
 
    
  
 
  
  
 
   
 
 
  
 
  
 
  
   
 

 
 

 
 
   
 
  
  
  
   
   
    
 
   
   
   
   
 
    
  
 
 
   
  
 
    
  
  
 
   
   
 
   
  
   
   
   

  
  
  
 
  

14

editorials

mummmuwnnwmm,
mnmmismulan. mmumwfl:
Lotta: should mmmmw Spectrum'rtlctum

“m

 
   

W vvvfifi,.!-u-

Editorials do not represent the opinions of the‘ University.

Bruce Winges
Editor-in-Chief

Ginny Edwards
Managing Editor

 

 

750 words.)

( Editor’s note: Because of the number of letters and commentaries received by the
Kernel, there is no editorial today. In cases where a number of letters and com- -
mentaries are received about one or several subiects, more space is devoted to
readers' views. All letters and Spectrum articles should be typed, double-spaced and
signed. Letters should not exceed 250 words and Spectrum articles should not exceed

 

 

 

“‘No LUCK WITH THE LEAK up HERE,

About oncea year some aging ex-radical
will rouse himself form the pits of his funk
and surface in these pages with a fuzzy
memoir of the Great U K Student Uprising

of 1970. In general, this serves a useful
purpose: it reminds us lazy bastards of a
better time, when giants walked the

ca mpu s.

 

But still, I have a bone to piclr with all of
the commentaries that have been written
about that infamous week in May.
Because, as afar as I know, no one yet has
fully exposed the Mescaline Effect as the
precipitating cause of those riots.

Let me spell it out simply: On the at-
ternoon of the day that the first attack on
Buell Armory took place, a 5,000-hit
shipment of pink mescaline arrived in
Lexington. A good portion of that was
immediately gobbled up by about so of the
hardest~c¢re radicals on campus. Their
revolutionary consciousness thus raised—
and fueled by the least some outrage over
the Cambodia invasion and Kent State—
they did the only logical thing: staged a
frontalassault on Buell Armory, the ROTC
headquarters on campus.

I know all this because I was there. My
recollections of that night are a trifle hazy,
but I seem to recall lurching around the
fountain area, totally out of my head after
doing off a quart bottle of Thunderbird
with a half-inch of undlssolved pinkish
mescal sludge on the bottom...shouting
wierd slogans, Obscenities, anything that
came into my head. And i remember that
the state police showed up almost im-
mediately, in full riot gear, and lined up
facing us, waiting.

It was at this point, according to the
popular wisdom, that some skulklng
University official set fire to the old Air

 

HENRY— HOW’S lT DOlVN THERE?'

 
   
    
      
     
     
 

 
    

f

     

r’.
I

9}
1".

 

Raps review

Editor:

Cmcerning the review (Kernel, ”Joni
Mitchell appeals to fans; disappoints
remaining audience,“ Feb. 10) of the
Joni Mitchell concert, Assistant
Managing Editor Brown points out that
Mitchell was in need of help during the
first half of the show, and I agree with
that. However, the help she needed was
not in the area of her musical ability,
but in her ability to perform before the
rudeand adolescent behavior of the UK
audience. How could anyone enioy
performing in the midst of an audience
that acts as if they were attending a
stag party?

Brown chooses to ignore the fact that
besides the idiots who contented
themselves with making cat calls and
drunken remarks, the "near capacity"
of the audience was not ”literally
bored" with the concert. As far as i
could see, the maiority of the audience
appeared to be in awe of Mitchell's
performance. There was a sense of

 

Susan Jones
Editorial Page Editor

John Winn Miller
Associate Editor

 

 

sincere appreciation for such a superb
artist and this was magnified by her
retum for an encore. Needless to say,
anyme who was trying to listen cer-
tainly had to make an effort to ignore
the additional ”sound effects.”

in reference to Mitchell becoming
confused as she began one of her songs;
anyone can make a mistake. She is
human and she certainly does not need
to “offer" an excuse for a simple
musicalerror. Speaking of mistakes,
Brown, the song you refer to as con-
fusing Mitchell is not entitled ”They
Danced in the Streets of Paris.” The
name of the song is ”In France They
Kiss on Main Street.” See, even you are
human.

Unfortunately Brown seems to be one
of those ”not hypnotized” by Mitchell’s
performance, but I sincerely hope he
was notthe gentleman sitting in front of
me tha tpersisted in making catcalls at
such a beautiful and talented lady.

Debra Huff
English sophomore

 

 

Giants walked the campus in 1970

      

 
  
 

  

Force ROTC building, which stood across
Euclid where the basketball courts are
now. (You don’t believe that? Apply
-enin’s maxim to the situation: who
benefitted most from the burning? Surely
not the demonstrators. Burning that
building was sure to bring the dogs of war
down upon us. Besides, we were all over at
Buell Armory, the real obiect of our
hatred. If something was to have been
burned, it would have been that
sonofabitch. No, the only tangible benefit
was to the University. it gave them a
chance to call in the National Guard,
which was what’then Gov. Louie Nunn and
the Board of Trustees were drooling to do
anyway, and it also promised to net them a
tidy sum of insurance money on a building
that was already in line for demolition.
None of this can be proven, of course, but it
makes for an intriguing scenario. and my
‘con- man' s instincts tell me that something
fishy happened that night” .).

At any rate, i remember another funny
thing that happened: when the AFROTC
building exploded (with a dull crack like
the sound of a carbine discharging) the
cops suddenly charged us as it by
prearranged signal—and, incredibly,

herded us away from Buell Armory and
toward the burning building...which
doesn’t make a lot of tactical sense unless
you’re interested in getting some nice
horrifying news photos of a flaming
structure surrounded by a hoarde of wild-
eyed, drug-crazed Huns in the throes of
some senseless, violentorgy.... Just a little
something to scare piss out of the folks
back home, and justify saturation born»
bing, if necessary, to put the murderous
brutes back in line.

indeed. Even in my near-coma I could
see that treachery was afoot. And i had no
intention of becoming a casualty. So I
slippat my little notebook into the crotch
of my pants. fucked my glasses and watch
into a relatively safe inside jacket
pocket—and ran like a bastard ahead of
the charging police line, eventually
disappearing into the large crowd of
Blazer-Boyd-Jewell Hail dormitory kids
who had been evacuated because of the
fire.

Well, you know the rest of the story. How
police excesses that night, and the even-
tual declaration of martial law and the
arrival of the guard, served to outrage and

  

radicalize the student population as a
whole, and set the stage for the larger, if
anti-climatic, street demonstration of the
next few days. What you probably don’t
know, however, is that the small band of
hard-core radicals who had started the
whole thing were lost in their various drug-
stupors and missed the whole thing.

But they deserve credit: if they hadn't
had the wisdom and foresight to score
those 5,000 hits of mescaline at the exact
historical moment it would do the most
good, what would have been the
irreparable damage to UK's reputation?
Right. We would have lived in infamy as
the only maior American university to
make it through the Movement years
without a major political demonstration.

I shudder to think about it. Now, if only

we’d managed to liberate a building or

 

Scott Payton graduated from UK in 1973.
he isa former contributor to Rolling Stone
magazine and a retired boxing promoter
who currently lists his occupation as
"speculator." His column, "Ten Years
On,” appears weekly in the Kernel.

 

  

spectrum

Opinions from inside and outside the University.

 

 

 

 

A warm day, a long walk and a dogl

 

ByRaychklnson

It was 62 degrees the other day, so I

 

went for a walk. Actually, I've been

planning such a walk for weeks and
probably would have taken it even if it
hadn’t been 62 degrees out, but perhaps
I wouldn't have. You can never tell
about things like that.

Awarrn wind was blowing. I wore my
blue iean iacket and carried my red
and white train conductor’s hat with me
in my back pocket because it was
supposed to rain. The hat felt like it
belonged in my back pocket. Once, I
experimented and put it on my head,
but it iust didn’t feel right so I put it
back in my pocket. Actually, being on
unfamiliar terrain, l was trying to
maintain a low profile and it seemed
much lower somehow without a red and
white train conductor’s hat on my head.
One of the cats peed all over my hata
few weeks ago, but I don’t really think
that influenced my decision not to Wear
it.

My walk began in some kind of neigh-
borhood park they have iust down the
street a piece. The park doesn’t have a
name, but it has a swimming pool, a
baseball field, and several tennis
courts. Some guy was cleaning out the
pool. He didn’t notice me pass by. l was
glad I wasn’t wearing my hat because
he might have noticed me then and
wondered what I was up to. As it was he
remained very concerned with what he
was doing.

The park follows a creek. The creek
doesn’t have a name either. Or perhaps
it has a name but I iust don’t know it.
Perhaps it is Park Creek. Or perhaps
the park is called Creek Park. It is
something to think about. Besides
wabr, the creek had about 20 old tires

'in it. That didn’t surprise me. Even
creeks in the Red River Gorge have old
tires in them. It’s amazing the places
old tires show up. Besides tires, there
were also several couches in the creek.
They didn’t look like comfortable
couches. They would have looked funny
in someone’s living room —-let’s put it
like that. They belonged in the creek.

A big collie was at the creek's edge
getting a drink. Then he saw me and
ran up to me and licked my hand. I kept
expecting my hand and the dog’s
tongue to dissolve from the creek
wahr, buttheydidn’t. I kept wondering
how I‘d explain it to Sue when I went to
pick her up at work and only had one

our IB’

hand. She’d want to know how it had
happened. It would be a long story.

Across the creek from the park was a
large vacant lot thathad become a sort
of dump or sanitary landfill as they say.
Winter brown brush and several nice
big trees surrounded by piles of dirt and
concrete slabs and bits of asphalt.
There were even some old tires in the
lot. There weren't any couches in the
lot. The only couches to be seen were
the ones in the creek.

l walked on and the dog followed me.
He kept stopping to drink from the
creek. He was either a very thirsty dog
or else crazy —l‘m not sure which. He
seemed normal enough. He wagged his
tail when I talked to him and did other
things you’d expect a dog to do, except
he kept drinking from the creek like he
was a dirty creek water addict or
something.

The park sort of ended and l crossed a
bridge over to a big field that was iust
starting to become a sanitary landfill —
iusta small part of it redone in dirt and
concrete and asphalt with the rest still
furnished in Early American brush and
trees and thistles. The dog ran out
ahead of me and took off up the hill and
I said to myself, “goodbye dog,” but
then he stopped and began to take a
shit. He watched me carefully as he
took the shit, drooling after me with a
lean and hungry look about him. i
walked on. I figured he could catch up if
he really wanted to. The poor dog didn’t
like being left behind at all. He began
sortof hopping down the hill toward me
—a pained expression on his face —
stopping every few hops to do a little
serious shitting I got to feeling really
bad about my role in the drama and I
stopped and waited for him. I ex-
perimented and put my red’ and white
train conductor’s hat on my head. It
didn’t feel right somehow. I put it back
in my pocket.

The dog finished his business and
came bounding down the hill like a
freight train on paws. He ran right past
me and went to the creek’s edge for
another drink. There were a couple of
dogs on the other side of the creek who
went berserk when they saw us. One
was a big black dog. The other was a
small brown dog. They were both
chained to stakes in the backyard of a
small brick house. The backyard didn't
have a blade of grass in it. It was all
dirt. One of the dogs thought he was 3

Both of the dogs had killing on their
minds. They barked and snarled and
slobbered at me and the collie. The
collie snarled back at them and then
looked at me and l nodded at him. He
snarled at the dogs again, but a little
louder this time. The big black dog
decided then tokill the small brown dog

, and probably would have, too, except a

lady appeared at the back door with a
mop in her hands. She snarled at the
dogs and they broke up their fight. I
was really glad I wasn’t wearing my
red and white train conductor’s hat. if
this was a low profile....

The field sort of ended at some train
trad