For the eleventh time yesterday afternoon Mr. C. Amera of Maine West's faculty entertained a captive audience of students with his slides of university days on the continent.

As Mr. Amera stated for the Westerner, "I feel students need a knowledge of the important sites of Europe." Students agreed as Mr. Amera showed another slide of himself in front of the Eiffel Tower.

Here we have an excerpt of his narration, ". . . and here I am in front of the famous Maxims of Paris. See, right behind my left shoulder, there - the nameplate. And here we are in Rome, and there I am in front of St. Peter's Basilica. See, right there under my left earlobe, the beautiful architecture."

Of course, before he left Italy, Mr. Amera had to ride in a gondola in lovely Veinice. He described the colorful gardens, sparkling blue waters, and the charm of the people, which the observers confessed, lost a lot of effect the eleventh time around.

The next place our gay adventurer wandered to was, as everyone knows, Munich. "And here I am, (tee hee) in front of Han's Beer Palace. Of course, I never imbibed." Students in the audience shifted their yawns long enough to laugh heartily.

Next on the endless list of sights was a boat ride down the historic Rhine. The worldly teacher continued, "Here I am in front of the boat's main lounge. The scenery here is really tremendous. And now we would have some more slides, but at this point a few rolls of my film fell overboard." There followed a general chorus of "aws" from the rapt audience.

The last city on the agenda was Paris, the city of light. At this point, if one had any glamorous notions of the city, they were dispelled by our local camera bug.

Mr. Amera resumed his narration with, "Since the night air does not agree with me, I didn't photograph any of Paris' night spots, but I have great shots of the Louvre. Yes, here I am in front of the historic Louvre.  Past my right arm there are the gardens which are so famous.  And this rather dark slide was taken inside the museum; unfortunately, it didn’t show up.”

The next slide was of a group of bohemians from the left Bank waving and smiling for the camera.  “Here we have,” he continued, “a Typical group of beatniks, pursuing their normal, everyday activities.”

Mr Amera ended with the usual shot of the boat he was sailing on.  When questioned as to who took all the shots he in, Mr Amera confessed, “Actually my wife took all the shotes; I can’t focus properly.”