WE MAY BE LAME, BUT WE WON'T BE DUCKS 'TIL SATURDAY!

Yes, that's right, this is your opportunity to render the reign of Flash and Substance a thing of the past.  (Well, actually, that
will happen with or without your support.  But, you have an opportunity to help decide who will replace us.)  In other words,
ELECTIONS WILL BE HELD ON SATURDAY, DECEMBER 1, 1990 (at the Swil meeting, natch).  Be there and vote!  This is why you proved
sentience.  If you can't make the meeting, but would like to vote anyway, proxies are held by the Substantial member of the current
administration.  In case anyone's forgotten, the candidates are: David "I won't be here next semester, but then Ronald Reagan was
president for 8 years" Randall; Lord Julius' "I am a fictional construct, but then Ronald Reagan was president for 8 years (and I
don't eat Piers Anthony books, so there!)" goat; and Jeff "really running for president, don't let your vote go to waste!"
Hildebrand.  The current co-presidency again points out that we are not officially endorsing any of the above candidates, not even
Jeff.  (Separation of state and state, you know.)

The deadline for the speculative fiction writing contest will soon be upon us!  If you want to make money and be famous, submit
your speculative fiction to Thelma at the English Office.  Consult the Weekly (world) News for the specific instructions as to how
this may be accomplished.

Now is the time for all good non-members to start thinking about Swilshirt designs.  Contact any of your friendly neighborhood
upperclass-type non-memberseses for examples of previous Swilshirts.  Contact Jeff (whom we do not officially endorse) for the
words to the song.

Submit to Fran.

And now, our Special Secret Surprise Section! (bet YOU'RE surprised!)  Flash and Substance bring you 

[We interrupt this special surprise section for important world news: Lee Majors has not, we repeat not, become the Prime Minister
of England! This is false slander and a wild rumour]

a big prize.  So don't forget!

Which brings us to the Attendance for November 17, 1990: Joel "First not at Phil Con"; Susannah "what a weird dream I just had"
Hauze; Peter "Why did I just have 3 bowls of Golden Grahams?" Wong; Dave "Ah have an albino cake with tall pointy coconuts on top. 
That means ah get respect, boy!" r; Helene " 'Helaina'--get it right!" Muller-Landau; Brad "I've been thinking all week about what
I should put between my names at the swil meeting on the attendance list but I couldn't figure out what to write until now" Gabe?;
Jason "I'm sick of Sharples 'food' if you can call it that" Greenwood; Mike "I am not therefore I don't think" Rothbart; Kar-yee
"Oh, my God! I'm actually vertical!" Wu; Josh "three Stonehighs and a Market Close-damn!" Smith; Marguerite "I have housemates
again" Eisenstein; Deb "I've got ice cream on my sleeve" Barolsky; Robert "It was my ice cream" Abramovic; Laura "steal your
neighbor's Dr. Feelgood" A.

That's all folks!

		       		F & S [Not officially endorsing &
				       Jeff Hildebrand for President]