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                the Church” Bernard Cardinal Law dragging his persona and his
                kveeny entourage around the campus — seemed hungry for the
                status of the priesthood: life in a parish rectory staffed by cook
                and housekeeper; golf with rich parishioners at their country club;
                and Buicks!
                    I wanted to be like the romantic French worker priests who
                lived among their poor parishioners, fought for workers’ rights,
                and earned their own keep. Pope Pius XII condemned the worker
                priests for being too close to Communism; he said nothing about
                the parish priests who were too close to capitalism.
                    In  a  certain  underground  resistance  of  “forbidden  books
                and authors,” I was sometimes able to read The Catholic Worker
                newspaper edited by the ardent, progressive, and saintly Catholic
                journalist Dorothy Day (1897-1980). (My mother’s maiden name
                was Day.)
                    In January 1960, I was twenty years old. In two years, I would
                be living in the Negro slums of Chicago’s South Side, and working
                for civil rights with leftist organizer Saul Alinsky and his grassroots
                “The Woodlawn Organization” (TWO).
                    Not quite knowing that DNA was about to throw the curve
                ball of homosexuality into my young life, I was four years from
                finding gay sex in 1964  at Chicago’s twenty-four-story Lawson
                YMCA — where descending the staircase from the nude sunroof
                down past the cubicle rooms to the basement pool was like per-
                forming the gay-waiter title number in that year’s biggest Broad-
                way hit, Hello Dolly!
                    Before the delicious deluge of the Swinging 60s, I wrote this
                editorial in what would become my editorial style in Drummer:

                    Pulse Magazine, Editorial, First Issue, Halloween 1960,

                    Trick or Treat the Pulse you now feel is yours.
                        Here is your first issue of “College Mad,” a bouillon
                    potpourri of college life. It is frankly an experiment, an
                    expedition into the recesses of the student scene: the
                    serious, the absurd, the off-beat, the up-beat.
                        It is intended as a sampling and taste of current
                    opinions, preferences, and trends. It purports to be a
                    review of creative student craftsmanship and as such
                    welcomes all manuscripts, ideas, and contributions of
                    whatever kind.
                        The format  is  expansive  and  dynamic  enough to
                    include a new, fresh approach in each issue. Published
                    once a quarter, the May segment will be issued as a
                    college yearbook [because we didn’t have one].
                        The purpose is entertainment; the policy is truth,
                    rarely  varnished  and  often  raw.  Suggestions,  gripes,
           ©Jack Fritscher, Ph.D., All Rights Reserved—posted 05-05-2017
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