[AGL] Monday was nickel beer day

[Marilyn Wheless]

I remember that I was staying out at Sandy Lockett's. Ed Guinn had asked me
to sit and be counted in his govt. class at Waggoner Hall for an 11am class.
That particular day, I decided to go to Scholtz's for the 100th birthday
celebration instead. Bob Brown answered a tel call from his mother telling
him that someone was shooting from the Tower and for us to turn on the
radio/tv. We jumped into the car and headed straight for campus. Bob Simmons
tried to talk his way into the melee at base of tower saying he had a press
pass. I just stood around dumb founded watching the helicopters overhead and
students carrying rifles wandering all over the place.....the thing that
struck me the most was the shock and disbelief in this huge crowd. reduced
to almost whispering as if we might wake up if we talked too loudly or moved
around too much. That summer at Sandy's the Conqueroo were making tapes of
their music.  Simmons was the manager. Remember Wally playing a
song....something about sunshine. Mary Ann Wilson told me about Windjammer
Cruises out of Miami. Got a job as a stewardess cum headcleaner for pennies
a day going up and down the west coast of Mexico between Acapulco and
Mazatlan. It was much more comfortable being out of 'the real world' for the
next couple of years sailing in Mexico, Bahamas and the West Indies. Next
time I landed with Ghettoites was in San Francisco on Potrero Hill and later
next street over!!! Have been thinking a lot today about those many years
ago. Later,
marilyn
in
menard

West Texas Headquarters
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Harry Edwards" <laughingwolf at ev1.net>
To: "ghetto survivors" <austin-ghetto-list at pairlist.net>
Sent: Tuesday, August 01, 2006 7:08 AM
Subject: [AGL] Monday was nickel beer day


> Today marks the 40th anniversary of the Charles Whitman shooting
> gallery. What some of you might not remember is that that day was also
> the 100th anniversary of Scholz Garten. To commemorate, Scholz's was
> offering nickel beer. I rode in from Lake Austin in mid-afternoon to
> encounter a truly bizarre and chaotic scene at Scholz's. Whitman was
> dead by then and everyone was trying to somehow deal with the
> immensity. Suds were being drained at a phenomenal rate by faculty  and
> students alike. I remember drinking with some art department types, Vic
> Babu of ceramics, Bill Walsh, sculpture, Jobn Lednicky, metalsmithing.
> They ran out of tap beer fairly, unprecedented on any  other day.
> Six-packs were then sold for 30 cents apiece. As most of us know, beer
> is a sloppy anesthetic, but it was the best we had on August 1, 1966.
>
> twisty dodds
>
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