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4 Who Murdered Edwin Drood? ii The Mystery of Edwin Drood ii There's one great mystery on Broadway—so mysterious that not even the cast knows how it will end! It's "The Mystery of Edwin Drood" and it's just one of six great Broadway performances coming to Texas AttcW this year. In 19th Century England, at a merry Christmas celebration, young, arrogant Edwin Drood disappears, apparently done in by one of the revelers. Was it the split-personalitied John Jasper, or the Ceylonese twins Helena and Neville, the sinister Princess Puffer, or his betrothed Rosa Bud, or even the Reverend Crisparkle? As the cast of this mystery musical, based on Dickens' unfinished novel, search for a culprit, the audience votes to choose a villian, a pair of lovers and a conclusion, which the company then performs. Come revel in the music, the mystery and the fun. Choose your own ending. But watch closely. Not everything (or every one) is as it seems. "The Mystery of Edwin Drood" is just one of six Broadway performances coming to Texas A8fM for MSC OPA5 16, the six teenth season presented by the Opera and Performing Arts Society. The Theatre Series will also include Arthur Miller's "A View from the Bridge", a special Hallmark presentation "The Immigrant" and the great Gerswhin musical My One and Only." Plus the internationally acclaimed blacklight theatre of "Mummenschanz" and a special season finale performance to be announced later. Don't miss this chance to write your own mystery and save almost 30% over single ticket prices. OPAS 16 season tickets are now on sale in the MSC Box Office. Tickets on sale at the MSC Box Office, Rudder Center, Credit card order by phone 845-1234. This season we bring you the world. 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Please Don't Drive While Intoxicated. Page 4B/The Battalion/Wednesday, September 7, 1988 Night view Battailion file photo The fountains in front of the Chemistry Building spray in the moonlight. B-CS a cultural black hole In case you haven’t noticed, this town is virtually a cultural blackhole. We have the Sterling C. Evans Li brary which doesn’t meet up to “World-Class University” standards because the school would much rather spend money so that a group of hyperthyroid Neanderthals in helmets and shoulder pads can run up and down a field of fake grass while throwing a pigskin filled with hot air, instead of spending money so that normal students can read, re search and learn about the world, one day making a viable contribu tion to society, instead of taking up valuable TV air time to sell lit beer. We have local theaters, which show the newest movies starring Sty Stallone, Arnold the Barbarian and Mayor Eastwood, or feature high school kids having sex, getting killed or doing both at the same time. We have local radio stations that make sure that you can hear Ma donna every hour on the hour. We have local record stores that make sure you can find a Madonna album in case your radio breaks. They don’t clutter up their shelves with other records so that they will have plenty of Madonna on hand. Joe Bob: “Naw, I ’membcrifij were in German, this dudereisrjb one night an’ came back in beep minutes an’ said ’What the fed ’dis! I can’t understand a« they’re savin’ an’ it’s got words bottom of the picture. AnTca ad!’’’ Sh ight ■ nt P n brings in good classical music that is usually out of the financial reach of most students. Of course, most stu dents wouldn’t be able to go anyway because all the tickets are usually sold to local merchants and rich, old Ags two months before they are sup posed to go on sale to the general public. We have local book stores that have plenty of copies of “Jane Fonda’s Workout for Pregnant Women and No Nukes Demonstra tors” and “Garfield Gets Hairballs,” instead of stocking real books that have words instead of pictures. We have a student organization that brings wonderfully diverse bands as Alabama, Alabama and Al abama to perform concerts in the acoustically pristine G. Rollie White Coliseum. We have local video stores that have dozens of copies of movies star ring Sty Stallone, Arnold the Bar barian and Mayor Eastwood, or fea ture high school kids having sex, getting killed or doing both at the same time. You figure video stores with thousands of videos could have a selection of something besides “Dirty Rambo, the Terminator from Hell Part 8.1794 x 10.” You might think that Bryan-Col- lege Station, being a college commu nity, would have a lot of culture to offer the public. But once you con sider the college, there is not much good you can say about the commu nity. I went into one store and asked they had any foreign films. The re ply went something like this: Joe Bob: “Hey Billy Bob, do we have any ferrin films? This guv wants some.” Billy Bob: “I think we had one once, it was in French or somethin’.” These guys obviously camefeal long line of cousins. At another video store, onti I actually had a copy of Ingmarfe man’s “Cries and Whispers."la why they didn’t get more (ila| Bergman or other good dirt The woman at the counter said didn’t know enough about films to know which ones to? came back a couple of days lain a list of 75 of the greatest filmi made — films by Bergman,Fr Truffaut, Jean Renoir, LuisBu: Federico Fellini, Roman Polaj Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Ai Kurosawa, Jean-Luc GodiJ Michelangelo Antonioni. Alain! nais, Werner Herzog and others 11 'They took the list, thankedfe and probably laughed as the':y the list in the trash once Ihadf They still don’t have anythingW one Bergman film and dozen! copies of “Dirty Rambo, the It® nator from Hell Part 8.1794x11)I The worst part of it all isthaB have a community that believes*: finest moments in art and cniw come during the belchingcontesH ter the chili and beer dunking held in honor of the day Wilke son washed his beard. A sta with l n< Some is infiltr Some ride is it By Karl Pallineyer, Sept. lUH Why can’t football fans act human Some Barton the sarr they lot always money wars, Cs ries to C So here we are, gearing up for bonfire and the big game with Texas. And here I am, praying I don’t kill anybody at the game. You see, it’s not that I’m such a rabid Aggie fan that I set out to decapitate any orange-blooded types who have the audacity to venture near Kyle Field. It’s just that I’m growing sick of football fans. Not just Aggie fans, mind you — all football fans. What I’ve figured out in four years of spending Satur days at Kyle Field is that most of us are fair-weather fans at best and hypocrites at worst. We expect other teams’ fans to be well-behaved toward us, but we re- "serve the right to be crude and offensive to them. though I know how much I don't know aboutfooii* there are plenty of times when I see the foullliP calling. And 1 find it ridiculous that some yell le* who’s had his eye on the crowd and not the game I decide to get 70,()()() people to yell at a ref forwhai: have been a good decision. I used to go along with the hores laugh in situat like that. Not anymore, this can cause problems,lik the Arkansas game when I refused to “hump it” unjustified horse laugh and the guy behind mes “Hump it, Ag!” in a highly menacing voice two®! from my ear. All tl infiltrat pus. No, i birds th It’s s thing tl reaches It’s tb Theii The LSU game this year was a prime example. Some )1 a LSU fans got a little out of control and a lot intoxicated. Being rowdy college kids whose team had just won a big game, they stormed the field and promptly got them selves arrested. Some others made nasty remarks to Ag gie fans. Come Monday, the population of Aggieland w'as irate and The Battalion was flooded with letters about what a disgrace the LSU fans were to their school and how we Aggies would never show such lack of re spect for our opponents or their schools. Hogwash. I remember the Texas game my freshman year very well, partly because A&M pulled off an upset win and mostly because we acted like complete jerks about it. After the game, there were Aggies all over Sixth Street, and I watched a lot of them say nasty things to UT fans. I watched three or four of them pick fights with UT fans. It didn’t make me feel too proud. But what’s sad is that it wasn’t an isolated incident. And our disrespect extends not only to the other team’s fans, but also to the other team, the referees and some times our own team. The Arkansas game brings to mind another ok: | ious fan: the guy who’s out for blood. One of these j a few rows behind us at the game, screaming, "BR! THEIR LEGS! BREAK THEIR LEGS!” Luckily, the guys I was with loudly proclaimed, “Whataspff man we have here!” eliminating the need formeto something that would have gotten my face broken. I know, I know, that stuff is all in fun. But I’vel too many friends who played football somewherei the line to be comfortable with people who gloat* the other team has an injured man on the field brought up to believe that this is a game, and tk you’re any kind of fan at all you hope everyone:: healthy so they can play a good game. I don’t wantm around the kind of people who can cheer at an that could end a player’s career. Last year I spent the entire first half of one game try ing to keep myself from throwing two senior cadets over the concrete barrier to the first deck. It was tough. The gentlemen in question were having a tough time with the officiating, i.e. the refs were calling the Aggies for penalties we were committing. refs!!!” they would yell. “Go back to the *&£%$*& Southeast Conference!” Or: “Ref, get your *&£#$*& head out of your *&*&$%$ and call ’em right!” During halftime, these two intellectual powerhouses decided the refs were obviously incompetent and inca pable of calling a game correctly. When the second half started — you guessed it — the penalties all seemed to be against the other team. “Way to go, ref!!” they yelled. “Way to call ’em!!” Dont’ get me wrong: I don’t like to see the Ags called for penalties any more than any other fan. But if we did it, it’s our fault and yelling at the ref only makes you look like a fool. So, for that matter, does the horse laugh. Like I said, I don’t like seeing the Aggies get penalties. But even But worst of all are the fans who are all too quid engage in player-bashing as soon as someone has.it game. And the best example I can think of is L Stump. You remember Craig, the miracle quarter!)* who came in after Kevin Murray broke his anklet!* years ago and led the Aggies to some great end-of son victories. Jackie Sherrill even publicly deb** about who would start for the Aggies next season Stump remained the backup until Murray left. tics are make-u squeals verjewe can’t mi heads. You s especial where I BANA! Science 403B. If yot Zephers able to i out hitti getting ters on t If yot mall, yo shoe sto per hou I hav< fashions So what happens at the beginning of the season?T fans label Stump incompetent, boo him, and cn him to be replaced. Nice fans, those. But beginning*! weeks ago, Stump make a comeback, and onceafl he’s the fans’ golden boy. I think it’s great that St® playing so well, and I can’t wait to watch him help?' up on the Longhorns. But those fair-weather fansre*j irritate me. I have to admit there have been times when I ha" cheered for Craig Stump, but that was back when I in high school and a Port Arthur Jefferson team Stump and Shea Walker regularly pounded myb LaPorte Bulldogs. I think that’s a pretty good exc* But come Thursday night, I’ll be out there yelling the Aggies — not yelling at the refs, not seeking other team’s blood. Now, if I can just refrain from bludgeoning' other fans. . . By Sue Krenek, Nov. 25, 1987 women, they’re \ I nev< few yeai those j Woman gled bloi I nev felt they they owi big neck I nev. felt they of the s; kets tha french fi Todai some wc earrings I dot women i