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| Title | Pointblank Times, June 1976 |
| Date | July 1976 |
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| Language | English |
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| Original Item Location | HQ75 .P64 |
| Original Item URL | http://library.uh.edu/record=b3767189~S11 |
| Digital Collection | Houston and Texas Feminist and Lesbian Newsletters |
| Digital Collection URL | http://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/feminist |
| Repository | Special Collections, University of Houston Libraries |
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| Transcript | e~v— r_ A SOFTBALL STORY On June 6, 1976, I was sitting in my office sorting my supplies of vocational dust in preparation for distribution to the July crop of babies when Angel Saint Joan D'Arc came into my office. "Angel Elizabeth, I think you'd better come with me. I was just scanning earth to see how everyone was doing when I saw this group of women in Houston, Texas who are in real trouble. It looks like it might be because of some kind of a gigantic mix-up on the part of your department." Now I really didn't think that it was any mix-up on the part of my department because ever since the late 1960's when God had put me in total control of assigning vocations, we had been assigning girl babies a wider range of careers than had been offered to them in the past. Angel Saint Joan D'Arc, who occasionally acted like she was on God's right hand when heaven was founded, really never understood all of this new philosophy and women who didn't show up on her screen as happy housewives and mothers or nuns usually sent her into a flap. Nevertheless, in deference to her seniority, I went along with her to the scanning room. When we arrived it only took me a few moments to decide that this time Angel Saint Joan was right, there was a group of the 1940's and 1950's crop who appeared to be in serious difficulty. They were a Softball team called the Ducks and, from what I could see, they were playing a softball game, or, I should say, attempting to play a softball game, because they were making terrible mistakes and getting beaten quite badly. Angel Saint Joan D'Arc was very agitated. "See, just as I told you. Those women are in trouble and it's all your fault. What are they doing down there anyway? They certainly don't look like they were sprinkled with any athlete dust before they were born. Either that or you must have had some defective dust. Anyway, your department is clearly at fault." I really had no explanation for what was going on. If those Ducks hadn't been sprinkled with athlete dust before they went to earth then they shouldn't be on that |