Viking_Yearbook_67

16-27 A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah, Bang, bang, bang, clank, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhh, sputter. Another day at PSC had begun. Classes were never quite suspended in South Park Hall, but they were frequently drowned out by the noise. “English majors at PSC don’t sit in rose gardens discussing literature or reciting poetry,” commented one of the English faculty, “their thoughts throb to the meter of jack-hammers and riveting.” Between Broadway and South Park Hall, giant cranes held girders suspended. Bulldozers pulled in and out all day exca­ vating. The water main broke and the bulldozers and the people slid in and out of the mud. Students stood on the over­ pass watching the labor pains of PSC’s continual process of becoming a university. More houses came down and the library began to go up. Swami, the spiritual advisor of many a student, was moved out. And one of the best gardens in the neighborhood disappeared in the concrete forest. The Campus Christian Community con­ tributed to both the new construction and the housing shortage by displacing a 1910 Broadway relic of a building with its handsome new center. Somewhere along the street, the K-House mosaic cross dis­ appeared and ended up in the home of one of the Hippy groups. Through the efforts of an unidentified student, the cross was finally returned. “It was a protest,” someone said, “and besides, we liked it.” Three more floors on the parking facility, and still no one could find a place to park. The freeway came in and several streets disappeared. Students became more dependent on the pioneer instinct as sidewalks and streets disappeared under mud and forests of lumber. The cafeterias disappeared under a great wash of paper and plastic utensils. The food has always tasted like cardboard. Now it is. 28-33 For the first time, Portland State had a dorm. A typi­ cal room in the Viking Residence Hall had a window with a view, two beds, two chairs, two desks and an adjoining bath. There was a choice of color. Say red. Then, the red drapes har­ monized with the red rug and the red rug went well with the red bedspread. Boys and girls lived on separate floors with separate elevators. Eating and harmless good fun were com­ munal. Actor Paul Massey, here to play Hamlet, was put on the top floor. “I had to take the girls’ elevator and everyone told me I couldn’t. When I got up there it was completely empty and the silence was deadly.” He moved to a hotel three days later. The Hippies took over the area near the Ross Island Bridge. They lived communally in the grand old Bohemian style. They painted their walls in iconological images, read the San Fran­ cisco Oracle, took drugs, and Uved in continual fear of the “BUST.” One finally happened and eleven PSC students were arrested. “Jail is dirtier than my place,” one said.