Elite October 1979 Magazine

3 PUBLISHER'S STATEMENT
7 NOTES & BOLTS
15 SEX RATED
19 MOVIES
23 MUSIC
26 AL PACINO
Profile by Allen Jaffee
The Recluse Who Is a Superstar
35 LAYNIE LOVE
Pictorial
She'll make you want to travel
44 JESUS LOVES YA!
Article by David Chagall
Big Bread on the Jesus Circuit
47 SANDY PITS
Pictorial
Her life is an open look
56 VEGAS BARED
Article by H. Farnsworth
The pitfalls and pleasures in Vegas
60 ELITE REJECTS
Pictorial
The girls least likely to succeed
79 SEXUAL OPINION
Article by M. Costales
Is normal sex unnatural?
83 AN OLD-FASHIONED ONE-STEP
Pictorial
60 seconds is all she needs
93 THE GREAT CANADIAN BEAVER HUNT
A visit to the bedrooms of the nation

PUBLISHER'S STATEMENT
I Needed A Drink To Vote
This column is about the Canadian General Election that was held on May 22, 1979. Now I realize that the winners are seated in Ottawa and that the nation is now besieged with Joe Clark jokes (example: What did Mickey Mouse get as a present? A Joe Clark watch), but I felt that maybe you would get a chuckle over what happened to me on my day — May 22nd.
That's right, folks. May 22nd, the day of the election, was my day. I was going to show those bureaucratic buffoons that I had them in a corner for a change, because my vote was going to be the key to Canada's future.
For weeks I was inundated with pamphlets extolling the virtues of the candidates, and my favorite television programs were interrupted by commercials telling me who I should vote for. I even started reading the newspapers so I could keep up with the exploits of the two front-runners.
Canadian unity, mortgage deductions, lower taxes, less unemployment were some of the sincere pledges made to me for my cherished and valuable vote. Go ahead, you devils! I thought. You can't bribe me with your verbal promises. I want it in writing. Then came the Great Debate on television, pitting the leaders against each other. Aha! I thought. This is my moment. I can relax with a good stiff drink, view the proceedings and make my decision. Thoughts kept running through my head, like "They'd better say something nice to me or they won't get my vote," or "anything you say, buster, is going to be taken down and held against you in the future."
As luck would have it, I had a deadline to meet and so I missed the Great Debate. Election Day approached and in spite of a full investigation into the Canadian political scene, I was totally confused. Here I was with the vote that could make Canadian history, change the economy, put millions of people back to work, put money in the pockets of my fellow-Canadians and I didn't know who to vote for!
It was a dilemma. The nation needed my vote; it would crumble and disintegrate without it. What was I to do?
This confusion stayed with me right up to the fateful day — May 22nd. Then I had a bright idea. I would visit my favorite barkeep who is notorious for solving the big problems. Maybe he could help me come to a decision. So off I sauntered to my usual den of delightful past memories, only to be greeted with "Sorry, David. Today's Election Day and we can't serve liquor!"
I was mortified, frustrated and exasperated because I needed a friendly, conversational drink to help me cast my vote . . . so I didn't!