doubtlessly occurred during her confrontationrnwith the aforementionedrndean of social sciences, a gentleman appropriatelyrnnamed Sawrcv. Foolishly,rnDean Sawrcy permitted this confrontationrnto take place in Jessica’s lecture classrnbefore some three hundred students andrnother Jessica sympathizers, whom shernhad prepared for Sawrey’s appearance.rnInterrupting the lecture, Sawrey announcedrnthat Jessica had been “rndehired,” that she was no longer authorizedrnto teach, that a qualified replacementrnwould be found, and so forth. Andrnthe students, of course, went berserk.rnThey marched around the lecture hallrncarrying signs reading “We Want Jessica,rnNot Fingerprints.” When the dean triedrnto speak, he was drowned out by criesrnof “Jessica! Jessica! We Want Jessica!”rnand Jessica, clearly the “gallant little Englishwoman”rnfighting the fascist bully,rnwas able to raise her hand for silence andrndeclare: “They’ll have to pick me uprnbodily and toss me out to keep me fromrnteaching!” Jessica’s speech was followedrnby more wild cheering and by DeanrnSawrey scuttling off the stage.rnFrom the time of the Sawrey confrontationrnit was clear to many veteranrnpress watchers that Jessica had won notrnonly the battle but the war, and JudgernIngram’s decision—to return the sealedrnenvelope of fingerprints to Jessica—rncame as rather an anticlimax.rnAt the end of the semester, Jessicarngave a party at the San Jose State NewmanrnCenter to celebrate her victory andrnher “short happy life as a DistinguishedrnProfessor.” Women in pale yellow kimonosrnand men in pink velvet bell-bottomsrnwandered about the hall. BettinarnAptheker was there, a short womanrnwhose enormous bottom looked evenrnmore so in red tight pants, ShanarnAlexander was there in granny garb, asrnwas Maya Angclou in African headdress.rnThe hall was hot and clouded withrnsweet smoke. On stage, a female folkrnsinger with guitar and knee-length blondrnhair howled something about love andrnbaby. The ex-convicts were there: Willyrnthe Artist; Patty the Obscene; and Earlrnof Purple Gang fame.rnThe high point of the party, Jessicarnpromised in her invitation, would be arnconga line made up of visiting speakersrnfrom her classes: funeral directors fromrnthe Lima Famih’ Funeral Home of SanrnJose; Dean Sawrev; various cx-conviets;rnBettina Aptheker; Mava Angclou; PaulrnDu Feu; Germaine Greer and others.rnBecause the funeral directors and DeanrnSawrey did not show up, however, thernconga line never materialized. Jessica,rnpresiding over a long table covered withrnjugs of warm white wine, handed outrnboutonnicres made of pieces of Kleenexrnon which Jessica had put her lip prints.rnAsked what her plans were, Jessica saidrnshe was going on a six-month Europeanrnvacation during which she would writernan expose of San Jose State. About thernsealed envelope containing her fingerprints,rnshe said: “I have decided, afterrnall, to turn the fingerprints over to SanrnJose State. I shall,” she declared, “crematernthe dear little things and presentrnthem in a suitable funeral urn to the collegernboard of trustees.”rnJames P. Degnan writes from Aptos,rnCalifornia.rnM ^^^ymmm LET US KNOW BEFORE YOU GO !rnTo assure uninterrupted delivery of CI IRONICLES please notify us in advance. Send ehangernof address on this form witfi tfie mailing label from vour latest issue of CHRONIC! .F.S to:rnSubscription Department, CI IRONICLES, P. O. Box 800, Mount Morris, Illinois 61054rnNAMErnADDRKSSrncriY SIAIE ZIPrnChristmastime inrnHollywoodrnby David R. SlavittrnBatman ReturnsrnProduced by Denise di Nov/ and TimrnBurton; Directed by Tim Burton;rnScreenplay by Daniel Waters; Releasedrnby Warner BrothersrnMonster in a BoxrnProduced by ]on Blair and ReneernShafransky; Directed by NickrnBroomfield; Written and Performedrnby Spalding Gray; Releasedrnby Fine Line FeaturesrnNot only had I not planned to seernBatman Returns, I had made a vervrndefinite promise to myself not to see it.rnThe eadier Batman had been boring andrnincoherent, a product from and for anotherrnculture or maybe even anotherrnspecies. Aside from Jack Nicholson’srncampy bravura, there had been almostrnnothing to look at. Once burned, twicerncareful. These plans of mine were foiled,rnof course—but not by the strenuous promotionsrnand tie-ins (the film grossedrn$100 million dollars in only II days,rnwhich would be a record—except thatrnBatman hit that mark in only 10 days).rnWhat changed my mind was a piece onrnthe op-ed page of the New York Timesrnby a couple of seniors at Golumbia, RebeccarnRoiphe and Daniel Cooper, an essayrnentitled “Batman and the JewishrnQuestion.”rnA joke? On the contrary. Their firstrnparagraph reads: “Batman’s new adver-rn48/CHRCNICLESrnrnrn