A few ITSA Board members, whose identities are being concealed unw earthed a weird manuscript buried in the dusty files of ITSA. It is not an official paper, brimming with parliamentary phrases, but an allegory. its clever authors realized that its meaning could be best preserved in a table, as were Gulliver’s Travels and Alice in Wonderland. NCE upon" a time, in the land of ltsa, lived the Hawke family. There ' were Poppa and Momma Hawke and their only son, Techie. They worked hard for many years to gather money to put Techie through school. Techie even worked summers in a screw ma— chine factory and painted care lot a policy runner after high school. Though Poppa and Momma l'lawlre wanted Techie to he a very brilliant fellow, they still couldnt afford to send him to ill/l. l. T. Instead, Techie went to the village school. " As the first clay of school neared, little Techie was wild with joy. He had " great dreams of all he would do. He was going to » c somebody. lie as going to be active. Then the great day arrived. Momma and Poppa lrlawlre sent Techie oft to his first orientation lecture at the much of dawn. Petting his point~ ed little head, they said, “Come "heel: smart, Techie,” and little Techie shipped gaily away. During Orientation W e e la, Techie heard all about the 11n~ .portance of studies and the value men who spoke to the new stu- dents. They had long chains item their belts to their pockets, heavy With shiny gold trinkets that were ”dragging on the floor. Little then did 'he realize their terrible meaning. These mew—they called them “senior advisors ——told him all about activities. Techies taco? I) glowed with en- , thusiasm as he heard ot them. "There was the road to campus leadership. “Ac— T‘tivities, them’s tor mel" cried Techie exultantly. With 87 ac— tivities to choose from, what was .Techie going to do? Oh, what to do? Suddenly, he remembered that he had a campus leader who was to be his adviser. MThat’s. . who ill see," decided Techie. Some days later, Techie now his counselor in the cafeteria, dis- , solving his lunch oil hard tech and cleaning his slide rule with cotton alter a grueling machine design quiz. Techie walked up to him on tiptoe, and timidly tugged on the grimy senior’s hey chain. The ponderous chain clanlred, and sav— agely, the senior turned to lace the cowering Techie. Techie summoned his courage to hlurt hull/l1. Senior Advisor, what can l do about activities?" “(10 way, you bother me," the disturbed senior growled. He turned hack to his worlr oi relocat» ing the fudge factor on his slide rule. “But please, sir; it’s important,” Techie begged. “What about activities?” “Activities, schmactivities l " roared the senior, his lrey chain support creaking dangerously. ”All right, Techie, I’ll tell you what; we have six kinds ol out— tits here on campus: dependent, semi~dependent, independent, de~ active, semi~active and iii—active. Talce your pick!” “Dependent? On what?, and Sir, didn't you forget active or” ganizations .3” At this the senior’s lace blanched, and he shivered as he hissed, “Don't mention that word around here. it s dangerous; and forbidden.W “Why? said Techie intro» cently, scuffing his right toe bed hind his ten heel. ”is it a dirty word?” “it's worse," nior, somber now. of Apathya ever heard you say it, you would be. stamped Non“ ,. profit” and ‘ '5 thrown by Force onto a cleric shell in the bookstore." The senior looked cautiously about to see it any one else had heard their conversation and then turned ominously to Techie. “just remember never to say it or you may have to wear a prisoner s lcey chain like the one l 1am doomed to wear. Now heat it, lzid, and keep your nose clean.” This being all the information Techie could get horn his coun- selor, he walked aimlessly away thinlring ”Does this campus leach er tal