"Rochdale College" is a partially completed book about the notorious neo-hippie subculture in Rochdale College located in Toronto. It was the last bastion of the 1960's hippie movement which died in 1970, although Rochdale stumbled on as a hippie drug store until 1975. The entries here are left-overs from the research of two of my other books, and they must be rewritten as chapters. Currently they are written as internet entries, sometimes deliberately meant to shock, outrage and amuse. There is some profanity occasionally, and this will be dealt with during the rewrite. That does not necessarily mean there will be less shocking content and profanity, but it will be much more effective. No attempt will be made to make the book conventional, bourgeois and polite, because Rochdale College was not. I'm working on another book before this one, so the book will not be published until after 2013. In fact, it may not be published for many years. I don't want you sleazy and phoney Rochdale assholes reading it. Get out of my website now, because it is not meant for you to read. I will wait until you are all fucking dead to publish if I have to.
The finished book when published for sale will have twice as much information as this free internet version, and will have fewer but different photos. What follows is a temporary Preface that only explains what I will be doing and how I feel about this work. You should skip it and access the other chapters because what follows here is just a sequence of vicious rants that will not be part of the book. Basically I elaborate on the fact that Rochdale College was extremely sleazy and phoney, and most residents were Canadian hicks and American foreigners and tourists who didn't have a clue about Toronto, bohemianism, or much else. What they understood was drugs, drug dealing, and bullshit. They were phonier and sleazier than the so-called college.
There were quite a few differences between the hippies in Yorkville Village and Rochdale College:
1) In Rochdale the long haired residents called themselves hippies. The bohemians in Yorkville and Haight-Ashbury never did. "Hippie" was a media pejorative they hated.
2) The so-called hippies in Rochdale drank a lot of alcohol. Authentic hippies in the 1960's considered alcohol to be the recreational drug of the despised older generation and did not drink alcohol.
3) Most hippies in the 1960's didn't habitually use recreational drugs. They "experimented" with them and used them occasionally. In Rochdale the residents were potheads, acidheads, alcoholics, and were generally addicted or habituated to recreational drugs. Rochdalians were a druggie subculture.
4) Rochale was supposedly a college that included education. Authentic hippies were not interested in formal education. To them it sucked. There were some hippie-like students in colleges and universities, but it was a time of "Student Power" and they had contempt for the way educational institutions were organized. Student activism was part of the "New Left" and associated with the hippie movement. All of this was dead by the time Rochdalian hippies existed.
5) Authentic 1960's hippies were gentle "flower children" who were dedicated to peace and love. Rochdalians were a perverted anachronism devoted to having a good time. Basically most were hedonists and phonies. Some of them were violent. Many of them were wonderful people.
6) There was some Rock music in Rochdale, but surprisingly little. The hippie movement was completely dominated by psychedelic Rock. Yorkville and Haight-Ashbury were both very musical communities, but Rochdale was not.
7) When Rock Stars abandoned hippyism in 1970, the hippie movement died because psychedelic rock music was the basis for the movement. Rochdale was not musical, and it was not a place for hippies, so it continued as a twisted anachronism.
8) Hippies in the 1960's were about age 18 to 25. In Rochdale they were often much older. Authentic hippies had a saying, "Don't trust anyone over 30", but in Rochdale a large percentage of residents were older than age 30.
9) Yorkville Village and Haight-Ashbury did not have an "elite" or a "Wild West" Security force who imagined they were outlaws with guns and attack trained dogs. But Rochdale did have an elite and a Security force.
10) Rochdalians lived in Rochdale College. Most people who hung out in Yorkville Village did not live in the area.
11) There was an army of American draft dodgers in Rochdale, as well as many female Americans who were there for various reasons. Americans were quite rare in Yorkville. Everybody thought AWOL Rick James was Canadian.
12) Because of all the shops and coffee houses that dominated Yorkville, it was basically a capitalist environment. Rochdale College was not capitalistic, except for the drug dealing.
13) Yorkville evolved organically. Rochdale was a planned project. However, the residents overthrew the original management team in Rochdale by 1969, and it evolved into something quite different from the original plan devised by Dennis Lee and Howard Adelman.
14) Rochdale was a high rise building with a sardine can environment. Yorkville was a collection of shops and coffee houses on streets with lots of space. This difference meant Rochdalians tended to be nosey, confrontational, and in your face. Those in Yorkville Village generally respected the space and privacy of others.
15) Yorkville was famous, Rochdale was notorious.
There will not be much more added to this website for a while. It's too late now, but I never should have created this website meant for educational purposes as well as to promote my book. I did not know that Stuart Henderson, an academic who was born years after Rochdale closed, is writing a book on Rochdale College funded by a Canadian government grant. Although he never lived there, Henderson's premise is Rochdale was "hip separatism". Since Henderson is writing about a time before he was born, he must rely on other people's writings for ideas. His "hip separatism" was stolen from paragraph 9 of my "An Idiot's Guide to the History of Rochdale College". The stealing of ideas is copyright infringement, a felony.
The fundamental rule is to write what you know, but Henderson knows nothing. He will search through my documents and writings on this website for evidence to support his "hip separatism" premise. I contacted him and told him he was an ignorant "idiot", his basic premise is "foolish bullshit", and not to steal my research. Academics cannot write properly. After all the school shit they endure, their writing is stilted, pretentious and unreadable for most people. So not many people will read his unreadable book, and ironically Henderson is an academic expert on Pop Culture who cannot communicate in a Pop way.
Unfortunately, some Rochdalians are helping Henderson with his book to promote themselves. Nobody has helped me with this book. What does that tell you about motherfucking scumbag Rochdalians? It tells me that Henderson will write the senile bullshit they tell him, but Rochdalians know I can smell their bullshit and will expose it and them. Rochdalians generally hate me because I write the truth and do not share their bullshit fantasies about Rochdale. Sorry, my dears, but I grew up in the Rochdale area. No, I'm not a Canadian hick nor an American tourist who first learned about Rochdale from the media like you did. What I am is the world's leading authority on Rochdale College. This book is evidence of that fact.
I am curious about what bullshit Alex MacDonald has to say in Henderson's book. The motherfucking Yuppie egomaniac lived in Neill-Wycik, not Rochdale, and is responsible for destroying Rochdale. When this book is published he will be dead in the water and nobody will ever listen to his bullshit again. The pen is mightier than the sword, and Alex MacDonald will wish I had used a knife instead. I will also "punish" in writing all those who help shithead Stuart Henderson. Why? Because I can and I want to. There's nothing you can do about it but suffer, assholes. You are too fucking senile to realize that it is very wrong for you to help that motherfucker. Rochdalians who are reading this, get the fuck out of my book! I did not research and write it for sleazy Rochdalian phonies.
It is very easy to accurately predict what Stuart Henderson's book about Rochdale will be. Firstly, he is not interested in a comprehensive understanding of Rochdale. No. Although Henderson was not born when Rochdale existed and has not researched it, he has concluded Rochdale College was "hip separatism". He is obsessed with "hip", which he is not and does not understand. It's quite amusing the way he misuses the word. Because he is totally ignorant about Rochdale, he will interview a small percentage of the same Rochdale assholes who bullshitted in the two Rochdale books published in the late 1980's. The only difference is over 25 years have passed, they have nothing new to say, and their memories are shot. Their motivation is self-aggrandizement, to glorify themselves with bullshit in a book. However, Henderson's book will not be like "Dream Tower" or "Rochdale: the Rundown College". The content will be a pale shadow of them, but the book will be unreadable for most people. That's because Stuart Henderson is a motherfucking academic who cannot write properly. There will be stilted and pretentious writing, big words, incomprehensible words and ideas, plus countless fucking footnotes. It would make more sense if he wrote it in Latin.
Will Stuart Henderson's book about Rochdale be popular? No. The reason is Henderson is an ignorant bore who cannot write properly for the masses. To give you an example, if you do a Google search for "Yorkville Village" you will not find Stuart Henderson's book on Yorkville on the first page. As usual, the Wikipedia entry is first. Second comes my chapter on Yorkville from this internet book. My chapter is extremely popular, but Henderson's ignorant crap is not. Nobody can fathom it because he never understood Yorkville. Although I only have a large chapter, it is infinitely better with more accurate and relevant content than Henderson's book. Plus it is entertaining with dozens of photos. Unlike his book, my chapter has no errors because I lived there but Henderson was not born then. It will be the same for his Rochdale book. I have already published the definitive account of Rochdale here, although it is only half finished. This book will mop the floor with whatever Henderson publishes.
Furthermore, my unpublished masterpiece "A Wolf Among Sheep", a non fiction historical novel about my experiences with bohemians, has very much priceless information about Yorkville Village and Rochdale College. When I publish my masterpiece it will replace Kerouc's shitty "On the Road" as the definitive account of 20th Century bohemianism. The book should make me rich and famous, but unfortunately it cannot be made into a movie, where the real money is. That's because the book is one quarter reviews of live music concerts and festivals. A movie cannot recreate concerts by Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, and the Rolling Stones. If they want to make a movie of my novel I will not allow it. I'll be hot, and they'll want my four screenplays instead.
The other obstacle for this book is the small cyber cult of former Rochdalians on the internet. They are on Facebook, and cannot function as a cult elsewhere. Most didn't know each other in Rochdale, and they discuss events that happened in Rochdale years before their tenancy. Their memories are shot, they are useless to me for research, and they actively interfere with my work on this Rochdale book. My advice to the geriatric Facebook Rochdalians is to realize that we can't go back. Time has a direction: forward. Wallowing in the past is the most foolish waste of time. Rochdale College died 40 years ago, and it's very annoying for me to read incorrect bullshit from Facebook Rochdalians who are not from Toronto and not in Toronto now. It nauseates me and has an impact on the writing of this book. They constantly remind me that most Rochdalians were sleazy obnoxious phonies.
A case in point is Brian J. Grieveson, who wrote a dreadful unresearched booklet about Rochdale in 1991 titled "Rochdale College: Myth and Reality". It contains mostly bullshit with many errors. Brian Grieveson states in the first paragraph that he first moved into Rochdale "in the fall of 1972". On his Facebook page he claims he moved into Rochdale in 1970. How can that be? According to another book by Grieveson, he was not in Canada in 1970 or 1971. Why the bullshit? Because Brian J. Grieveson is a phoney. He was never a hippie, just a very confused druggie and alcoholic. The sleazy parasite never paid rent in Rochdale, just crashed in EdCon space where he was a drug dealer. His neighbour Art Jacobs said, "Brian is so burned out." He ripped me off for $200. Today he imagines he was a founding father of Rochdale, when in fact he was a sleazy late comer who used free EdCon space to sell drugs and never contributed anything to Rochdale. Not a single entry in the Tuesdaily from this so-called writer. The last time I saw Grieveson was 25 years ago and he was definitely a redneck from living among rednecks. In his burnt out senility he may actually believe that he was part of what he has read about Rochdale. Many Rochdalians are phonies like that. Most likely Grieveson chose the year 1970 as "evidence" that he was somehow part of Yorkville Village, which was never the case. Grieveson was living in Hamilton back then. He is re-inventing himself with lies and has joined the Yorkville facebook group as yet another Rochdale phoney who was never there.
Actually Brian Grieveson and I made up after the building closed, and he sort of repaid his debt to me when we worked on the "Rochdale" underground paper and for his hospitality when I visited him in Haliburton in 1987. But this book is about Rochdale College. Most of the time in Rochdale I hated Grieveson intensely for ripping me off. This is not a book about after Rochdale, so I must display or imply my hatred for Grieveson in Rochdale. He deserves it. Like Don Holyoak, Reg Hartt, and many others, Brian Grieveson is attempting to reinvent Rochdale and reinvent himself for reasons of personal aggrandizement. Holyoak was a gay teeny bopper ward of the Children's Aid Society in Rochdale for a few months in 1969. He did fuck all. Hartt was a nerdy capitalist who did not live in Rochdale, but exploited it to make a living showing his movies and hard core porn. He did not pay rent for the second floor Lounge he monopolized. Brian Grieveson was a sleazy druggie and alcoholic parasite who did not pay rent, but crashed in free EdCon space where he was a drug dealer. That is the truth, and that is what goes in the book, not their bullshit. If their lies are mentioned it will be to expose them.
For a while the "Yorkville Village" group on Facebook was invaded by Rochdalians who were never in Yorkville. In their senility they are attempting to re-write history and include themselves in the Yorkville community they were never part of. My full definition of Rochdalian is: "Sleazy, obnoxious phonies who invade each other's privacy. The phoniest thing about them is their friendship." This applies perfectly to what the sleazy Facebook Rochdalians have done to the Yorkville group. They have invaded the privacy of the former Villagers, offered their phoney friendship and now imagine that they were part of Yorkville Village in the 1960's. Yorkville hippies did not move into Rochdale, the college didn't interest them, and it is silly bullshit to suggest anything otherwise. It is insane for Facebook Rochalians to use Facebook as a time machine back to the 1960's and attempt to form an alliance with Facebook Villagers. I never saw anyone in Rochdale from Yorkville, the Village was never mentioned in Rochdale, but now that I have written the definitive account of Yorkville Village, the Rochdale phonies imagine they were there. It would be more appropriate for the Facebook Rochdalians to join the Mickey Mouse Club. They are too fucked up to go to Alcoholics Anonymous where they belong.
A good example of bullshit regarding Yorkville is in a post by Rochdalian Walter Dmytrenko, who referred to some published bullshit: "David DePoe's Yorkville was a place that blared Janis Joplin, smelled of marijuana smoke and buzzed with talk of political and social change." NO! Who dreamed up this crazy fantasy? David DePoe was a cabdriver who imagined he was leader of Yorkville, but hippie ideology rejected leadership. Most Villagers resented David DePoe because he was the fucking enemy. Janis Joplin's music did not blare in Yorkville. There was no music in the street, and there was live music in the coffee houses. No Janis Joplin music. There was never any smell of marijuana on the street or in the coffee houses of Yorkville. Never! Too many cops, and hippies didn't use drugs habitually in the 1960's. Hippies in Yorkville did not talk about politics and social change. The few self-appointed leaders known as Diggers, which included DePoe, were interested in politics and social change. Hippies were into art and not interested in that shit, and they were not interested in unelected self-important David DePoe. He had zero credibility because he was on the payroll of the Canadian government and therefore disqualified as a hippie. DePoe was the enemy, not even the enemy within because hippies had contempt for all he represented.
I have concluded that the Yorkville facebook group is phoney and sick. It has exhausted itself and is dead. The typical posts in the group are irrelevant things such as "Proper Grammar" and ancient teeny bopper songs meant for kids. The Yorkville group members are mostly senile teeny boppers who have never grown up, and most of them were never in Yorkville Village. They steal my material from this website, including my ideas. THE MOTHERFUCKING PARASITES STEAL FROM MY FUCKING WEBSITE. It makes me furious when they steal my work and reminds me of how many assholes hung out in Yorkville. As of February 18, 2013 it became a "closed" group, meaning it's a private club for members only – the exact opposite of how Yorkville Village was. The group is the opposite of what Yorkville was and is a fascist shit hole of mostly phonies with teeny bopper obsessions who are totally ignorant about Yorkville. Like the Rochdale facebook groups, it's very annoying for me to read incorrect bullshit in their group. If you want to know the truth about Yorkville and Rochdale it's in this book of mine, and definitely not in Facebook groups.
The ideas in this book are MY IDEAS. Do not steal them. This book is for educational purposes, but it is not a source for parasites to steal my work. Ideas cannot be copyrighted, but I have elaborated on my ideas so they are concrete enough to be more than what the law considers "mere ideas". Therefore, the ideas in this book are copyrighted. They are legally "inventions" and intellectual property, completely protected by copyright law. Do not steal them or I will take action and destroy you for your criminality. My role as a non fiction writer is to educate. Over 90% of my work is research. Writing is the easy part. Don't steal my work, or I will make fucking sure you regret it.
Update: The Facebook Yorkville phonies continue to steal material and ideas from MY website here. Time for this wolf to summon the pack to rip their motherfucking faces off. It's not a pretty sight, but it gets the job done.
The only reason I was involved with Yorkville Village and Rochdale College is because they suddenly appeared in my Annex neighbourhood where I grew up. Possibly I would have visited Yorkville to hear live music if it had been located elsewhere. However, I would never have even visited Rochdale if it had not been located in my neighbourhood. To me it was just inexpensive housing in my neighbourhood with "no silly rules". I hated the phonies, druggies, American tourists, Canadian hicks and assholes there. It was too self-indulgent. Recreational drugs did not interest me and the "educational" aspect of Rochdale did not appeal to me, especially since I could clearly see it was non-existent bullshit. The hippie movement was dead by the time Rochdale College got on its feet, and the hippyism there was a phoney perverted anachronism. "Peace, Love and Groovy" was replaced with sleaze, alcoholism, drug abuse, drug dealing and self-indulgent hedonism.
For my "Rochdale College" book I can tell you:
1) My goal is to write the definitive book on the subject
2) Some of the residents in Rochdale did not belong there
3) Many of the residents in Rochdale were phonies
4) I will shit on the bourgeois Rochdale elite
5) The army of American draft dodgers was a mistake
6) The book is for posterity, not for Rochdalians
7) I always write the truth
8) I don't like most people and I hate Rochdalians
9) My name is Wolf, not Pollyanna
The completed book will have much more content than this free internet version. For example, it will include the complete coronation speech of King James I of Rochdale and several photos of the cast of the "Unknown Student" sculpture.
If you lived in Rochdale and want your quote about the place in this book, just email me your name and quote to email@example.com You can also send me any information, newsletters and documents if you wish.
Four people I would like to contact for names I cannot remember are:
Candy Gillespie and Donna Gillespie from Yorkville Village
Peter Young from Rochdale College
Doug Hutchings from Rochdale College
A former member of a Rochdale commune was concerned about "privacy" and wrote to me that "I can't or won't tell you much about the goings on behind the doors of the Ashram...overall, it's generally a respect for the 'family' we were." No. The commune in question was extremely invasive of the privacy of others in Rochdale, including me. They deserve to be exposed, not given privacy, and I know all about their sex lives "behind the doors of the Ashram". I will not write a sanitized Disney version of anything. For this book I sometimes feel like a Judge at the Gates to Heaven and Hell. It's not a job I enjoy or want, but it's a necessary part of writing this book. I do not write bullshit. Rochdale was filled with sleazy obnoxious phonies and that's what goes in the book. It's impossible to be respectful of phonies. I have a very strong conscience, and it tells me to expose the phonies. Fortunately most chapters of the book are entirely positive because thousands of wonderful people lived in Rochdale over the years.
My intent is to present an accurate account of Rochdale College. It was a great mistake for me to ever get involved with that Americanized pathological anachronism, but I can write a better book than anyone else because I grew up in the Rochdale neighbourhood and lived in Rochdale. Furthermore, I was the last editor of the Rochdale College newsletter, and I probably own the largest collection of Rochdale documents. Some are one of a kind, the only ones in existence. There is a possibility that I will complete this book but not publish it for several years. Unlike my other books, it cannot be made into a movie so there's no money in it, and it will always conflict with my show biz image. But I will add more material to this free website version. My books, Guides, and songs are my children and the "Rochdale College" book is the "black sheep of the family" bastard.
To give you an idea of the importance of this book, the most popular link in a chapter has had 868 views.
On the internet I have over a dozen unique Guides. They are on various topics, but they are all the only such Guides in the world, which is why I researched and wrote them. My most popular Guide as of April 15, 2013 has had 518,227 views. Another has had almost as many. All the others have had over 100,000 views.
If you were me and had this book with its most popular chapter of 868 views, and your most popular Guide had 518,227 views, what would you think? What I think is this book is not worth wasting my time and energy on because it has no readership potential. I don't give a shit about it, and I don't give a shit what you think about it. This book is mine, but it's a waste of time and money, and I hate the phonies and old Rochdale lies I have to write about.
This unfinished book is the most popular source of information about Rochdale College on the internet, but there is simply very little interest in Rochdale College. That situation is not going to change. Because there are very few readers, it doesn't matter much what I write about Rochdale and Rochdalians, does it? Projectionist Reg Hartt has posted at least 3 blogs on the internet attacking me because I wrote the truth about the gay capitalist sociopath for this book. However, as of February 19, 2013 there have been only 421 views of what I wrote. That's nothing compared to my Guide with 518,227 views. Reg Hartt did not live in Rochdale, it was just another place for him to earn a living showing his movies, a safe place for him to over-charge patrons to watch his hard core porn films. Hartt had been getting away with his "Director of Cinema Studies" bullshit and is furious that I have exposed the amateur projectionist as a capitalist exploiter who did not live in Rochdale.
Another gay Rochdalian, self-centred crackpot Don Holyoak, has posted many vicious blogs of insulting bullshit about me because I mentioned that he can't write properly in a blog not about him that has a total of 367 views. His libelous and defamatory blogs appear on a Google search for my show biz name along with those by Reg Hartt. Holyoak was a spaced-out gay teeny bopper ward of the Chilren's Aid Society who lived in Rochdale for a few months in 1969. He now imagines he can criminally libel and cyberstalk me on the internet with impunity. I will destroy that malignant swine. He's a sick perverted failure with shit for brains who lived down the hall from me, so I know the truth about him. Nobody else has done this evil to me, only Rochdalians. I hate motherfucking Rochdalians and all Rochdalians are going to suffer because of the defamation by these two malicious cocksuckers and others from Rochdale. Do you expect me to write anything good about Rochdale after all the abuse, libel and defamation I have suffered? No! I will destroy Rochdale once and for all and enjoy doing it. Thank God they closed that sleazy shit hole.
Rochdale motherfuckers and cocksuckers: I am a writer and the world's leading expert on Rochdale College, and you are not. This book will be read 100 years after your death. Whatever I choose to write about you becomes you, because I completely control your reputation for all time. Think about that before you fuck with me, and also remember that I have never comprehended the concept of "forgiveness". In fact, I have a reputation for holding grudges. It comes with my exceptional memory. Furthermore, you don't need a reminder that I am not shy about using motherfucking profanity or deliberately destroying assholes who fuck with me. Consider this a warning from a potentially vicious wolf with no conscience, only a love for truth and a hatred for Rochdalians.
A check of traffic to this website did not come up with anything. That means most visitors are Rochdalians. I will not write a book for motherfucking Rochdalians because I hate the sleazy obnoxious phonies. By mid 1970 Rochdale was over, played out, and washed up. It was a mistake for me to move back in after that time, and this website book was also a mistake. Rochdale was an anachronism, now it's irrelevant, and in the future it will be a tiny footnote in obscure history books. Therefore, I may not finish this book soon. If all Rochdalians were dead, it would be the only incentive for me to finish this book. Probably I will add more to this website, and leave it on the internet as a convenient research resource for me to finish my non fiction historical novel "A Wolf Among Sheep".
At this time I am sick to death of researching, thinking and writing about Rochdale College. Re-writing my novel "A Wolf Among Sheep" has been easy and fun, except for the last half which is mostly about Rochdale. It is an unpleasant and very difficult nightmare. Therefore, I shelved "A Wolf Among Sheep" and re-wrote my non fiction historical novel "Overland", about my adventures traveling from Istanbul to India and beyond. Now I'm back working on "A Wolf Among Sheep". After that comes this "Rochdale College" book. I have to re-think it before I re-write it, because I truly hate the motherfucking cyber-Rochdalians on Facebook who imagine they somehow represent Rochdale College. They are simply elderly American tourists and Canadian hicks who comprise much less than .1 % of the people who passed through Rochdale.
This book is for posterity. In other words, it is a history book about the dead to be read by those who are not yet born. I don't give a shit about the cyber-Rochdalians or how they have tried to demonize me for writing the truth. Writers always have the last word.
Why have I told you all of this? Simply because the wolf always makes its presence known to its prey. Although I am a vegetarian pacifist, I am also one of the world's leading authorities on the wolf – author of the book "The Wolf" and spokeswolf for the internet "Wolf Anti-Defamation League". No, I have not been influenced by wolves, I just noticed early in life that I have many characteristics of a lone wolf. It is normal and natural for a wolf to become a "disperser" or lone wolf and leave its pack to find a better pack. However, I am more like a true lone wolf, a rare animal that never joins a pack and is considered the most dangerous wolf. It would be wise for you not to forget that about me.
The bottom line is it was a major mistake for me to ever live or visit Rochdale College, and it was a mistake for me to start this book. But I will finish the book and expose the "college" for what it was. I'm not the least bit interested in the few remaining senile Rochdalians. Frankly, I'm mostly concerned about the difficult research ahead.
© 2013 Wolf Sullivan
Rochdale College diplomas began with "National Share the Wealth with Rochdale Week" (April 1 to 7, 1970) which proclaimed, "You've got the money Canada – we need it – please give it to us." Anyone could obtain a BA from Rochdale by donating $25 to the college and answering a skill-testing question such as “What is the capital of Canada?” MAs were earned by a donation of $50, and a skill-testing question of the applicant’s choice. A PhD could be had for $100, no questions asked.
Rochdale College's internal bartering currency, the Rochdollar
Daily July 16, 1969
Rochdale College location (345 Bloor St. W) in 1909. The house was owned by Dr. A. R. Gordon and the architect was F. S. Baker.
Rochdale College location in the mid 1960's. The white store is a pharmacy.