2 UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN Monday, March 11, 1968 First things first Sometimes, editorial comment isn't necessary. The facts speak completely for themselves. - Watkins Hospital must take care of 15,000 people in a building designed 37 years ago to serve one-fourth that number; - Eight examining rooms are in use instead of the 20 that are needed, not counting the linen closet or an attic, which have been tried: - Dr. Ralph I. Canuteson, former director of the Student Health Center, requested a new wing for the hospital—ten years ago; - With about 250 patients every day for the eight doctors, and under the present inadequate examining room system, Dr. Raymond Schwegler, present center director, estimated about 156 days of wasted time are lost per year; - The hallways, lined with chairs, serve as the waiting rooms, which only adds to the congestion; - Doctors at KU have a starting salary of $14,250 a year, while at Iowa State they start at $17,000 and some places at $20,000. Last year, a doctor on the Watkins Hospital staff was hired by Missouri University because they could offer him a higher starting salary than he was getting at KU after a year's work; - Two years ago, the Kansas legislature appropriated $250,000 which will pay for half of a new wing, thinking that federal funds would supply the other half, which will not occur after all: - Even another $250,000 for the much-needed wing will not solve all the problems, since furnishing and staffing the new wing will present their own problems. The facts speak for themselves, if you can hear them over the construction noise going on from all the building and expansion projects now underway elsewhere on campus. —John Hill Assistant Editorial Editor Paperbacks --- In this atmosphere of enlightenment, this veritable Athens on the Kaw, as some have called it, seems almost sacrilegious to call attention to some of the froth appearing from the paperback publishers, but people do read books like these, and maybe in the long run they're no worse for the culture than some of the serious stuff. Action, adventure, mystery, spies, tough talk, and girls. Especially girls. That's the pattern. Start with John D. MacDonald's The Deep Blue Good-by (Gold Medal, 50 cents). A Travis McGee book. Travis McGee is a knight errant, 1960s-style. And MacDonald writes easily as well as Harold Robbins and Leon Uris. Or Philip Atlee's The Rockabye Contract (Gold Medal, 50 cents). Latin American action, and a hired killer known as The Nullifier. Oh brother. That used to be John C. Calhoun. Or take Stephen Marlowe's Drum Beat-Marianne (Gold Medal, 50 cents). The hero is one Chester Drum, and it's about a big gold heist. "Yeah, We Should Have Done Something About That Roof" Published at the University of Kansas daily during the academic year excludes. Mail subscription examination periods semester, $10 a year. Second class postage paid at Lawnres. Kan. 66044. Accommodations goods, services and materials students without regard to color, creed, or national origin. Opinions expressed are not necessarily those of Kansas or the State Board of Regents. 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Once deserving of the label "the British Bob Dylan," Donovan has since grown in considerable versatility and strength away from his early "Universal Soldier" polemics. The Top-40 Donovan has built a prestigious reputation on the gentle melodies and intriguing lyrics of "Sunshine Superman" and "Mellow Yellow." In fact, the first of the two records, "Wear your Love like Heaven" is the culmination of a series of Donovan improvements—ten songs of uniformly memorable effect. But "For Little Ones," sadly, is a disastrous experiment away from the most characteristic of Donovan's talents, his genius for composing SONGS—melodies that actually sing themselves into the listener's everear. As a result, magnificent achievements like Donovan's "Wear your Love like Heaven" receive only word-of-mouth, if any, critical acclaim. Our young composer-lyricists, now printing their messages boldly upon jacket- or dust-covers, are beginning to demand more thoughtful attention. Fully meriting such attention on its own, the title song of "Wear your Love like Heaven," is followed by the album's best song—"Mad John's Escape"—which creates a most interesting chorus from what should be a most dull repetition of this reform school-escapee's name. Overdubbed touches of panting or chanting add depth to the already lilting rhythms of the score and in just over two minutes, Mad John has become a figure of desperate humanity that you will remember. The concern of "For Little Ones," however, is not with the rhythm-patterns of song but with the imagery of pastoral poetry. Here is the coastal fishing village of "Starfish-on-the-Toast" and its "Shepherd wi' his pipe and Sheepy-Drove." Here is the sea captain's "Widow with Shawl" who in her dreams rides "the vast and dreamy deep deep sea" to wake "aweary on the shore." But innovation and life are missing from the simple chords of the folk instrumentation. Words poetic on the page become monotonous under unvarying rhythms. Special effects of gull and sea are dumped aboard with sentimental mawkry. And most unhappily slighted are Donovan's uniquely wrenched pronunciation—his "e-leek-tric-al bah-nahn-nahs." But the whole situation is unhappy when a pop classic such as "Wear your Love like Heaven" is boxed with an experimental failure such as "For Little Ones." Save yourself half-fare; but the first record separately. By Bob Butler Like most of today's good recording artists, Donovan Leitch has not been content to limit himself to any one musical style. To his initial folk-protests, exemplified by "The Universal Soldier," he added electric guitars, sitars and tongue-in-cheek satire to produce such hits as "Mellow Yellow" and "Sunshine Superman." Now, abandoning the rock beat which made him so popular, Donovan has made a two-album set titled "A Gift from a Flower to a Garden." It is without a doubt his most serious and beautiful work to date. Throughout the albums the hand of Maharishi, Donovan's (as well as the Beatles') spiritual adviser, is evident. When Donovan sings of love he now means the love affair between man and life. His songs breathe joy as in his "Wear Your Love Like Heaven," the title song for the first album in the set. In "There was a Time" Donovan laments that "there was a time, I thought of mine only" and "little did I know the work I was to do or the love I had to show." The second album, however, is the most impressive, perhaps because it is a more unified work, and certainly because of its poetry. Entitled "For Little Ones," it is described as "a collection of lullabys for children of all ages." In it Donovan plays the part of a traveling minstrel, accompanied primarily by an acoustical guitar, flute and casenets. The best song of the set is "The Lullaby of Spring," an ode to the eternal life found only in nature: "In a misty tangled sky Fast a wind is blowing. In a newborn rabbit's heart River life is flowing. So begins another spring Green leaves and all berries. Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Throughout the entire set Donovan's lifting voice carries the haunting tunes. The arrangements are impeccable, and even the occasional sound effects, such as a baby's cries or the roar of the sea, are so well employed that they form a pattern of man's and nature's existence through which the minstrel wanders. And worthy of note is Epic Records' decision to record their best artist in true stereo instead of using the inferior "electronically rechanneling" process. Motherbird eating cherries." Here, at last, is an album which everyone, from infants to aged grandmothers, can appreciate. It is a listening experience nearly equal to the Beatles' "Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band." Perhaps the Monkey-lovers who control today's radio will not appreciate Donovan's art, but for those who can recognize fine music this collection by a singer-poet is a must.