Tucson Daily Citizen from Tucson, Arizona on June 3, 1960 · Page 9
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Tucson Daily Citizen from Tucson, Arizona · Page 9

Tucson, Arizona
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Friday, June 3, 1960
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FRIOAT EVENING, JUNE 3, I960 T U C S O N D A C I T I Z E N PAGE DON SCHELLIE'S TUCSON The Princess And I f There is a new Princess in our home. The stork didn't bring her. The telephone man did. She is a Princess-style telephone and Long May She Reign. Or ring. Her throne is in our bedroom. As the name suggests, the Princess is just a little runt as telephones go. A r telephoning, p e r h a p s . Given time, pampering and proper nourishment I feel quite sure she will grow up into a healthy, happy and normal-sized telephone. A full-fledged Queen. We have another telephone on the kitchen wall. A plain old knave, I suppose. It is a real workhorse and it has served us well. But since the P r i n c e s s came into our lives and home, he has been neglected. All but ignored. Even if I am in the kitchen when the bell tolls, I skitter the length of the house to the new extension in the bedroom;-F am that fond of the regal little tyke. The Princess is the new model the Mountain States Telephone Telegraph folks have been making the big fus's;about these past months. They are proud of it. It is a pretty nifty-nurriber. But not-without drawbacks. It takes a while to become accustomed to having her around. Especially in the rjbb'm where you do your sleeping. The.first night Her Highness spent with us was a sleepless one. "Are you awake?" I asked my wife. Her reply was a groggy groan. "I asked, are you awake?" "Of course not," she mumbled. "Po you think anyone will call us?" Silence. I lay awake tossing, fitfully. Afraid the Princess wouldn't ring. Afraid it would. It didn't. Not even a wrong number. The royal intruder was poised above us on the bed's headboard. Its nightlight bathed the room with what seemed like a hundred floodlights and cast weird shadows on the ceiling. "It is nice having a telephone in the bedroom," I said, shaking my wife. "Yes," she garumphed, "isn't it." Would it ring, this Princess of ours? I sat "up in bed. "Let's call somebody! On our new Princess telephone." She abandoned the idea of sleep. "Don't be silly. Who would we call at this hour?" She had me there. But then it came to me. I reached for the telephone book and looked up the number. Even one hundred floodlights were not enough to read by. I flipped the bedlamp switch. Nary a glimmer. "The bedlamp is burned out," I said. "It isn't," my wife advised me. "The telephone man unplugged it for the Princess' light. It was the bedlamp or the electric alarm clock." Those silly T T people. Anybody knows you can't read in bed by the-light of a Princess telephone. However radiant she might be. By matchlight I found the number in the phone book. Curtsying, I reached for the Princess. I shivered with excitement as I dialed. MAin four, eight-four-one-one. "Listen," I whispered to my wife. "The time is 11:47," the well-modulated voice said. And then: "The Princess telephone comes in five decorator colors. Call today. The time is . . ." It worked, that decorator-colored Princess telephone of ours. All was well with the world and with the Mountain States T T. And so to sleep. Finally. SYDNEY HARRIS \ · ' _^_' New Name For Capitalism Needed In a recent talk in Milwaukee, George Romney, president of American Motors, remarked that the United States "desperately needs a new name" to describe its economic system to the rest of the world. We call our system "capitalism," which has a nasty sound to the undeveloped nations, who are still thinking in nineteenth century terms of "oppression" and "exploitation." What we have in America today is a mutation of capitalism--something quite new in the history of the world; so new that we have not yet found a word for It. Romney suggests "consumerism," which I do not especially like. But the same semantic confusion exists about most economic and political terms. They are carryovers from past centuries, and distort more than they describe what they are referring to. "Communism" is a loose way of alluding to the Russian system, which is really a kind of state socialism. Even the word "socialism" has been twisted by its enemies to mean any kind of welfare activity. Of course, using this broad base, even the public school system and the post office are examples of "socialism" in America. The word "liberalism" has made a 180-degree turn in its century or so of existence. Originally it described the political scientists who wanted complete freedom from state domination; today, "liberalism" designates those who want the state to supervise more private functions. And what is a "conservative"? His foes call him a "reactionary," but most modern conservatives are what I would call "anarchists." They want complete freedom of social and economic activity--and thus the extreme right meets the extreme left. Even the old-fashioned terms "right" and "left" have lost most of their meaning. Russian Communists are thought of as "left-wing," but this is* a hangover from nineteenth century thinking. The similarities between Stalin and Hitler were greater than their professed differences, and I would place both totalitarian systems at the same end of the political spectrum. Most of our arguments are about words; at least, they start with words, and never get much further. Our public vocabulary in the social sciences is at least a hundred years out of date, and until we can agree on what we are talking about, we cannot even know what we are disagreeing about. Semantics can not solve genuine controversies--but it can dissolve false ones that keep us enslaved to words. Copyright 1MO DEAR MRS. MAYFIELD Cat's Away; Mouse Acts Like Rat DEAR MRS. MAYFIELD: I hardly know how to deal with my sister-in-law. My wife advises me to shut up and keep out of things, but I don't know. My brother is at present stationed overseas and should be back no later than July (thank heavens). In the meantime, his precious little Margie is having a gay, a very gay, time. She told my wife she was going up to their mountain cabin last week for "relaxation." So, we dropped in to see how things were going last Sunday. They were going, all right. Even popping, shall we say? She had just installed a new bathtub and invited a few of her friends in to "celebrate the arrival." She had the tub loaded with ice and champagne. Okay, I could take that. But as the evening progressed somebody suggested making a champagne and brandy punch--vising the bathtub as t punchbowl. I wanted to take rny wife home, but on the other hand, I disliked leaving my sister-in-law, Marge, without proper representation from the family. So we stayed and finally poured most of her friends into their cars around dawn. I think my brother'should know about these goings-on, but I hesitate to upset him when he is several thousand miles away. Have discussed this only with my wife. Would appreciate t word from you. DEAR HAROLD: HAROLD The best advice T can give you is to take your wife's advice. Remember? "Shut up and keep out of things." Especially t bathtub full of brandy and champagne. MOLLY MAYFIELD * * * GOOD EVENING to Ellen Nye-Mo«y. A Last Thread Of Hope DEAR MRS. MAYFIELD: Please suggest something, Mrs. Mayfield--almost anything. I am 17 years old and my husband is 20. He was--and is--a roughneck in the oil fields. We were happy, just like any newlyweds, for a few short weeks; then everything went blooie, and «nded trp with my leaving him after only two months of being together. I certainly tiidm know what I was getting into. He worked If) days oat of two months; we had to Jive with his folks, "borrowed money from them. I even went to work for Ms mother for ITS * week and fid flrerr noosewnrk, and took care of Ms Btfte sister. T b*£$*«l my hwsiwmd to fry and jrei another job. btft **· I waw«d * f*w%--few hww coaM we. Twin* Wke i »·*«! we to teavc, bwgJa me * WcVet, )pw we -on *e Now, I find I'm pregnant. He says he wants nothing to dn with me or the child. Where do I turn now? DEAR KATHY: KATHY That's a hard one to answer. It might be a hopeless future with your husband. Certainly thinks look bleak enough. But he is so young, and you're so young. I'd like to see you try to weather this complicated experience together. Return to him, why don't you? You can't be hurt much worse than you are now. And maybe, with stark reality staring him straight in the face, this young man will wake up to the fact he has responsibilities that can't be shrugged off. Maybe his parents will help you make him see this. I sincerely hope so. MOLLY MAYFIELD A Husband To Be Thankful For DEAR MRS. MAYFIELD: I read your column every day and I frequently read about the many BAD husbands. Let me tell you about mine. I have had arthritis (rheumatoid) for 30 years. For the past two years I have been confined to a wheel chair. My husband has taken care of me. He has to help me get dressed when I get up; he is cook, housekeeper, buys the groceries. Not an easy job. He had to sell his business in 1956 to take care of me. All these years I've bern in bed. sometimes as long as several months at a time. Oh, I've had shots, therapy, all sorts of things, but always with my husband beside me. We will have had 42 years together soon. Congratulate us! And particularly me. VERY THANKFUL DEAR VERY THANKFUL: I would very much like to have my readers congratulate you both. Happy, hopeful, helpful, healthier days ahead for you. MOLLY MAYFIELD Stay Out Of This Dog Fight! DEAR MRS. MAYFIELD Please give a moment to solve a doggie problem. Last November we rented our house to relatives who have two medium-size dogs. The next-door neighbors can't stand the doggie odor or the barking, and plan to sign a complaint with other neighbors to have them removed. Slowly I'm being drawn into this. What shall I do? m«S^^ -»*7K^RS^^^^ TMt0 '6 CUBIC FOOT FREEZERS--REFRIGERATORS T.V. STEREO NO MONEY DOWN A D M I R A L UPRIGHT FREEZER TRADE-IN ALLOWANCE ON I960 2 DOOK K K I - ' K K i K H A T O R FREEZER · A u t o m a t i c Defrost · ." \ car Warranty · Porcelain (Irispcrs · Shelves in Door · Butter Cheese Keeper · 15.3 Cu. Ft. Admiral Sal. 9 lo 6 Sun. 1 lo 6 Dailv 9:30 lo 9 815 S. Park Corner 18th and S. Park WORKING CONDITION. DEAR BARKING LADY Stay out of the whote thing. In the tang rom if s bound to be settled--by the poor old doggies going somewhere oat to pastsrc. Thsfs fl»e frnly way in * city. Tf you Jet yowsrff get involved in fhe jxftwbMe, rtfl and vp by both yow relatives a-nd th« neighbors Jv»twg y«a Don't dr tt. MOLLY MAYFTELD Regardless of income or "status" every Arizonan has possessions that, would make the caliphs and kings and emperors of yesterday turn green with envy. Nero had lo send relays oj slaves to the. mountains, /or snow to cool his beverages ... Tutankhamen had no TV, or even telephones ... Julius Caesar had to read by candlelight . . . But even more important than the things we own, nothing gives us a more regal feeling of independence and security than money in the bank! Your savings, for example, provide a buffer between you and the whims of fate ... provides peace of minrl against, that proverbial "rainy day" and (in the Valley Bank) guarantees that your money will be instantly available when opportunity pounds on your door. If you haven't opened an account here yet, today is a good day to start! (And remember, we welcome savings accounts of any size!) 8 O F F I C E S S E R V I N G T U C S O N DOWNTOWN » E. CerKr»«« St. ·ROADWAY 3O33 E. Bro«dwny UNIVERSITY · 47 N. P»rv Av«. CAMPBELL- GRANT 2465 N. CampMR Av». Rtsourct* Ovtr SSOO Million «*ND A WILMOT ·181 X. 92nd St. SOUTH TUCSON 1818 So. Sixth Av*. *411 N. 4711 K. J vo * x * c * m

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