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Monday, August 16, 1971
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She * MONDAY, AUGUST 16, 1971 PAGE 2-B Editorials and Comments News Interpretations e Opinions Sensible Curb The order moving amphetamines and metham- phetamines a. notch higher on the drugs control scale is a sensible step. These "speed"-type drugs, though less dangerous than hard narcotics, nevertheless have what Airy. Gen. John N. Mitchell calls a "potential for abuse." Because of this potential, the Justice Department has placed such drugs in the category second from the top on its five-point classification scale. In terms of restriction that places them just below such- drugs as heroin which have no known medicinal value. One excellent consequence of this reclassifkation is that henceforth a new supply of ampheta'mines or methamphetamines cannot be obtained without a new prescription from a doctor. This contrasts with the present lax system of easy refills. The Justice Department order is a sound corrective response to the : widespread American habit of indiscriminate and unwise drug use. CARTOONISTS VIEW THE WORLD Lichty Berry '. . . And because it might endanger the nation, = 'Before Henry shows you the pictures there's one portion of the Pentagon papers that'll s tion, let me say, don't expect too much. They're never be released! . . . my wife's recipes!' of our. vaca- _ .. . uch. They're = not nearly as good as the ^ones they got on the moon.' Anthony Lewis Federal officials have long decried the cycle of poverty where the children of the poor are trapped in a cycle of poor, interrupted education which -ends early and thus eliminates them from even semiskilled jobs. Proclamations about breaking this cycle have been many and some of the War-on-Poverty programs were listed as having this specific goal. Against this background, it is difficult to understand the continued support of a provision of the 1935 Act for Aid to Families with Dependent Children which permits the states to cut off welfare payments LONDON -- Philip Toynbee, folk songs and nursery rhymes. ^They would have bowdlerized the English critic, was writing He speaks of Shakespeare, Shakespeare and .Burns. And in toe Observer of London some Swift, Burns. , years ago about "The Naked To paraphrase Toynbee, that Lunch" and another book by is unredeemable rubbish. Any- William Burroughs. He was one who can confuse toe robust troubled at finding himself on sexuality of, say, Robert Burns' the side of the Philistines. "Merry Muses of Caledonia" "When I was young," he said, with toe sickly witlessness of "purple-faced literary men were OZ should be in some other line breaking furniture in the Savile of work than literary criticism, and Savage Clubs because they The issue of OZ that was the were so outraged by the incom- subject of the prosecution em- J u ?Se sent the three editors to prehensible nonsense which Mr. piiasized sexual sadism and ? a " ' or a pre-sentence "exam(T. S.) Eliot wgs flinging in the perversion in crude cartoons i" 3 ".?! 1 a " d TMe P rison au " face of the public. I must have and fuzzy photographs. The text TM ties cni . tneir lon g hair, vowed to myself that I would advocated youthful drug experi- , inat , ? eeme 9» as a respected never be like them. mentation and gave tendentious"As I type this article my face ly inaccurate accounts of "revo- is pale, compassionate, shrewd lution" at school. It was labeled and subtle -- not at all like a "school kids issue." theirs. In a calm voice, not a i My own view is that nastiness tremor to be heard, I pronounce should not be censorable, as that the two books by Mr. Bur- such, any more than candid sex- r o u g h s . are boring uality. But the one place that rubbish . . . " virtually everyone who has con- T h e instinctive libertarian sidered the problem is willing to finds himself in a position some- draw the line is at material for thing like Mr. Toynbee's in the children. That view reflects a great free-speech case now societal judgment, supported by arousing Britain. That is the such psychological findings as their blind zeal -- their pleasure in crushing these silly young men -- is more frightening than the nastiness of OZ. As always, the zealots went too far for their own good. Many people of civil-libertarian views shed no special tears over the conviction -- until the legal journal put it, a deliberate assault, i At that point hardly anyone conceived that the- sentence could be more 'than a fine. The jury had acquitted the editors of the really serious charge, conspiring to corrupt the morals of children, and returned a guilty verdict on the riuvof-the-mill count of publishing an obscene work. Then the judge, as if determined to prove OZ's case against society, imposed prison terms of up to 15 months. Why do men in power so often lack the sense to know the proper limits in such cases? It is like the episode of : Ralph Ginzburg, the American magazine pornographer with whom few sympathized until the Supreme Court reinterpreted the law retrospectively to put him in jail. When dealing with social excesses, authority should take special care to show restraint and common sense. © New York Times News Service (Today istoryl to children of poor families if they are attending case of QZ, an underground pa- \ v e have, that children can easi- college. per three of whose editors have ly be frightened and their atti- The Justice Department has asked the Supreme been sentenced to jail terms on tudes toward adult life injured Court to uphold this regulation, which is now under fire in a court case. The provision, incidentally, does not bar aid to children attending vocational and technical schools. The penalty this places on the bright child in a obscenity charges. By The Associated Pr«i : Today is Monday, Aug. 16, in a lasting and serious way by the 228tti day of 1971. There distorted, premature experience, are 137 days left in the yean Liberal passions are flowing on behalf of OZ. In the maga- Another argument on behalf of zine New Society, Colin Mac- OZ is an essentially political Innes says the obscenity con- one. The real obscenity of our Today's highlight in h'istory: On this date in 1896, gold was discovered on Bonanza welfare family is obvious. It seems a step toward viction "runs contrary to centu- civilization, it goes, lies not in Creek in Alaska, setting off diiictvi v»«atliov» tVian on nffvM*t tr» HvAQlf fhia nnvpvtvr ^loc- /if fr»llr tuic-rT/im Sl ITa rMQ«_ ,,~... Unt ^M ^^i^nint YY\»itai»ia'li'em the* T^lnn/Klra ornlH rtioVi elitism rather than an effort to break the poverty cycle. ries of folk wisdom." He men- sex but. in rampant materialism the Klondike gold rush, lions liie tradition of obscene and racial discrimination and Don Bacon on busin WASHINGTON -- President Nixon's frustration was showing as he tried once more to convey to toe civil rights staff at the Department of Health, Education and Welfare how he really felt about the busing issue. Through Wiiite House Pi-ess Secretary Ronald Ziegler, the President, told (he bureaucracy last week to follow strictly his busing philosophy or face dismissal. Nixon felt compelled to get tough after Sen. John Tower, R-Texas, a vehement opponent of busing, said: "It. appears that he (Nixon) does not really oppcse forced busing or he lacks the resolve necessary to control those who pursue it in his name." Defiant or non-responsive bureaucracy is not uncommon in government, but rarely does the constant friction between the White House and the departments and agencies spill out so publicly as this. The late Louis Branlow, a student of administrative government, once observed that the departments are a president's "natural enemy," causing him more headaches than Congress. Thomas E. Cronin, research associate at. the Brookings Institution, discovered much the same truth in his recently published "Examination of White House-Departmental Relations." * * * A Kennedy White House aide, quoted by Cronin, put it this way: "Everybody believes in democracy until he get.s 1o the White House and then you begin to believe in dictatorship, because it's so hard to get things clone. Every time you turn around, people just resist y o u , and even resist their own jobs." The President, for philosophical and political reasons, opposes the transporting of children out of their neighborhoods for the purpose of achieving racial balance in public schools. He has so stated many times -- before he was elected and afterward. In March, 1970, he spelled out these views in a lengthy public statement. When the Supreme Court declared last April that the courts and the government may require busing as one method of local compliance with school desegregation orders, Nixon resignedly said he would enforce the law. But he made clear that, he still personally, opposed busing and that as President he would allow toe Departments of Health, Education and Welfare and Justice to push the use of busing no further than the law required. The message did not get through to HEW. which was involved in drawing up a busing plan for the Austin, Texas, school system. N.or, apparently, did it get through to one or more members of the White^House staff, who worked with HEW officials on the politically explosive busing proposal. HEW's proposal went a shade or two further than the minimum desegregation necessary to satisfy the Supreme Court. But somehow it passed through the White House screen and was filed in Austin. The judge rejected the HEW plan and accepted instead a very mild "occasional busing" proposal by the Austin school board. Furiously waving HEW's Austin recommendations, the President's southern supporters have been accusing him of sellout, duplicity and worse for weeks. Southern Republican chairmen met in Denver to air their worries and concerns, and to warn the President in a memorandum that the busing issue was rapidly destroying his carefully built Dixie political strength. * * * The Austin problem, which by White House hindsight should never have happened, was dis^ cussed at a two-hour meeting among the President., Attorney General John N. Mitchell and HEW Secretary Elliot L. Richardson. They decided: (1) The Austin decision had to be appealed because the accepted plan fell far short of minimum Supreme Court, requirements, and (2) the original HEW plan would have to be repudiated by toe President. Nixon later repeated his views'on busing to the department heads concerned and followed that up with a written order that his policies not be exceeded. He issued a public statement, which was intended to soothe the South -- but did not. He sent White House aide Ed Morgan to Austin to negotiate' directly with the school board. And, finally, he sent Ziegler to tell reporters that the President was serious about his directives. Nixon's true policies on busing have become so muddled -- partly due to the initial faulty communications between the White House and HEW -- that he has had to take direct charge in an effort to avert serious political damage in the South, and perhaps elsewhere. The situation has, at a minimum, given Alabama Gov. George Wallace an excuse to run again for president. B Newhouso News Service exploitation of the poor and weak. No mere physical description onfeeb'ngs can be as harmful to people as toe reality of war and hunger. There is a lot in that: It Is a hypocritical society. But it is not going to help the exploited poor and black of the world to exploit fight to an inferior force of the unformed emotions of chil- British and Indians, dren. There is nothing wrong with the establishment that nec- On this date- In 1777, the Revolutionary War battle of Bennington, Vt., ended in an American victory over a Hessian force under the British. In 1812, Gen. William Hull surrendered Detroit without a In 1861, President Abraham Lincoln ordered the states of the seceding states of the Confederacy. In 1914, a British expeditionary force landed in France in World War I. In 1958, earthquakes struck western Iran, killing nearly 200 persons. rophiliac cartoons for children the Union to stop trading with can cure. No, the editors of OZ are not John Milton or Thomas Paine or, especially, Sigmund Freud. They are overgrown children, ·without any coherent, view of society, who are trying to express their anger and make a pound at the same time. There is nothing terribly noble about that, and certainly nothing to immunize them from society's rightful concern for its children. But alas, there are never easy solutions in these cases -- except for those who think authority is always right or always wrong. And so, in the OZ case, the troubled liberal finds the side of repression even more repellent than the e d i t o r s' side, disingenuous though it may be. In 1960, the British colony of Cyprus became" independent. Ten years ago: The United States and all the countries of Latin America, except Cuba, approved the basic charter of the Alliance for Progress after 11 days of negotiations in Uruguay. Five years, ago: Seventeen persons were arrested for disruptions of hearings of the House Committee on Un- American Activities into the activities of groups opposed to the war in Vietnam. One year ago: The United States offered to give up its antiballistic missiles if the Soviet. Union did the same. Today's birthdays: George Meany, president of the AFL- CIO, is 77. Singer Eydie Gorme is 39. Thought for today: What is moral is what you feel good after, and whal is immoral is what you feel bad after.--Er nest Hemingway. Jim Bishop t»;Vi-t.,^i -.' . ^-Sv^A.iC^-3 The Final Love Scene The hospital corridor gleamed and Jocko, himself as big as a bus, walked down it with his lovely Lorna, looking back at the old man standing in the doorway. The farther they walked, the longer the reflection of the speaker of the House grew. He waved several times, until the man melted into the reflection. Then they were gone. And he was alone. Saints are reformed sinners, but John W. McCormack, the lean loner from South Boston, is one of those rare birds who has played the game according to the rules. He will be 80 at Christmas and, until he retired as speaker of the House of Representatives, .half the men of the world of politics were begging to ; get close to his ear, fawning for a nod of brown-eyed .recognition through the polished spectacles. · ,:He stands in the doorway at Providence Hospital, Washington, D.C., waving goodby to his nephew Jocko and Jocko's wife. He is alone. The farewells are infrequent and have a finality about them. He wishes that some of his old friends would drop in, but they are busy men who must work hard to get the ear of Carl Albert, the new speaker. McCormack isn't sick. He is tall and lean as a Ticonderoga pencil, the hollows of the Irish face as white as the hair. He keeps the room on the fifth floor because there is an open door between that one and the next, where his beloved Harriet wanders as she totters toward the final exit. The arteries of the mind harden until they are as uncooked spaghetti. The process is irreversible. The speaker sits on the bedspread in his room, the buckle on his trouser belt almost touching his spine, the long skinny legs crossing and uncrossing as he awaits the soft moan from next door: "John! Oh, John! Where is my John!" His head is down as he shuffles in the carpet slippers to the next room to hold her hand, to kiss her brow, to pull the side of his mouth aside" and whisper the assurances a man accords to a child having a nightmare. She dozes. He tiptoes out. He could get around- the-clock nurses for her. He won't. It isn't stubbornness. "It's not a sacrifice on my part," he says. Then, as one who is accustomed to parliamentary equivocation, he says: "Nor is it a duty. I want to be at Harriet's side." He married Harriet Joyce 51 yeai*s ago. It isn't as though she is dying; half of him is. Over his bed is a copy of a portrait of Jesus on ·his knees at Gethsemane as the apostles slept. Near a high window is a leather armchair. It is summery outside and the sun spangles the green leaves with gold. But the sun is not for John McCormack. He is his own prisoner. Sometimes, almost too weary to finish his prayers, the old speaker gets off his knees and climbs into bed and thinks the thoughts of a boy from the 12th District, South Boston. Before the sweet lassitude of unconsciousness overtakes him, he might remember that, in life, he did everything the hard way, He dropped out of elementary school to support his family; he paid a lawyer 53 a lesson to teach him law, back in a day when law school wasn't a necessity -- merely an ability to pass bar examinations. He might recall the hardship of his people, when a loaf of bread and a bucket of coal topped the priority list. He saw alcoholism and thievery and holiness and vision and dirty political infighting, but it is all gone now. There is nothing left, except to open the eyes suddenly, lift the head from the pillow in midnight darkness, and hear the faint words through the open door: "Oh John! John!" He swines out of bed, grabs his robe, and hurries inside to relive, for one more minute, the love story of his life. He asks no favors. His lip curls with scorn at the word "pity." John McCormack is doing precisely what he wants to do. And if Harriet drags out her half-conscious existence for a long time, John will be in the next room, fidgeting with his fingers between his knees, wearing out what is left of time for him. It would be nice -- ,oh, yes it would -- if someone stopped by from the old days and talked about the poker games with Harry Truman and about the time Franklin D. Roosevelt asked him to eel a supplemental appropriation of $17 million and, when McCormack had used up all the votes, all the favors owed, he came out of the well of the House with $16,750,000. It might be nice. But it is not to be. He plays the final love scene alone, as lovers wish it. Jocko and Lorna walk from the room, looking back now and then. He's still standing in the doorway, the shadow on the floor growing longer and longer . © King Features Syndicate, Inc. Art Buchwcsld As one looks at the judge and toe people who exulted in his sentences, they really are Toynbee's purple-faced men. Corpus Christi Timea .-. O Box 913*. Cornus r irlstl, Texas 78OB. Published oocn week day afternoon except Saturday ot 820 N. Lower Breed- way, Corpus ChrisU, Texas by Th« Culler-Times Publishing .Co. Saturday . ond Sunday editions: The Corpus Christ] Caller-Times. Second class post- ooe pold ot Corpus Chrliti, Texas. Edward H. HoTieT7777TT. Publisher Robert M. Jackson Editor Honey Womack General Manager lohn Stalling* Mananing Editor W. G. Thomas --Advertising Director Lcland Barnes ... Classified Manager Clarence Trafton .Circulation Manager .lames J. Wesson · Personnel Manager Samuel R. Swltt....Production Manager Glenn Powers Public Service! Charles F. Hoch --Creative Director Member of The Associated Prtss. Th» Associated Press Is entitled exclusively to the use for publication of all local news printed In this newspaper as wo 11 as all AP news dispatches. ' SUBSCRIPTION RATES WAIL RATES: Morning, evening nod Sunday, 12 months $51; 6 months $35,50; 3 months $12.75; 1 month W.5S Coller or Times and Sunday 12 months $34; 6 months $18; 3 months S9; 1 irmnfh $3. Caller or rimes only (no Sunday) 15 months $27; 6 monlhs S13.SO; 3 month* 46.75; 1 month $2.J5. Sunday only, II months $18; 6 months S9; 3 monlh« $50. CARRIER RATES: Mornlnp,, evening and Sunday, 85 cenf* a week. Caller of Tlm«» and Sunday. (A c*nt« a As people who have followed motion pictures know, there is a new type of film, made by a new type of director, in which nothing happens. This lack of communication between the main, characters is toe essense of the film. . They are now starting to make westerns like this. Tiie story opens as the tall stranger (Peter Fonda) rides into town on a hot dusty afternoon. The street is empty. As he passes the hotel the man whittling a piece of wood looks up and there is a certain recognition in his eyes. Then he goes back to whittling again. * · * * The stranger stops at the saloon and ties up his horse. This takes 10 minutes. Once the horse is securely tied, the stranger walks into the bar, where the tables are crowded with men playing cards. But the bar itself empties as he walks up to it and says to the bartender: "Gimme a shot." "Double or single?" the bartender asks. "What's the difference?" "You save 5 cents if you have the double." "I better have a single, and plenty of ice and water, please." At this moment Blackie Jones (Jack Nicholson), the town bully, steps up to the bar. "You a stranger here, stranger?" "Yujj." "You want to have a fight and wreck the saloon?" "No reason to do that. I got no quarrel with you." "Well, would you like to see who's the fastest on the draw?" Biackie says. "What for?" Blackie thinks a minute. "You've got a point. Would you care to play some poker?" "Don't mind if Tdo." They sit down at a table with five of Blackie's henchmen. Blackie'deals. The stranger asks for two cards. Blackie takes four. They bet heavily. The stranger calls and Blackie says, "I've got five aces." "There are only four aces in the deck," the stranger says. "You calling me a cheater?" Blackie asks. "Yes, I am," the stranger says. "Okay, I'll d,ea! over. No sense getting mad." Two hours later both men have broken even and decide to call it quits. As the stranger gets up, he spies a beautiful dance-hall girl (Ann-Margret), who. beckons-to him from her room on the second balcony of the saloon. "I wouldn't go up (here if I were you," Blackie says. "Why not?" the stranger asks. "No special reason/' Blackie says. The stranger goes up to the girl's room. She's crying. "You've got to help me. Blackie is holding me prisoner against my will, and if you don't help me escape, I'll have to marry him." "Well, you got to get married sometime," the stranger says. "But you don't understand. Blackie is an evil man," she cries. "A man that drinks the way he does cheats at poker and steals girls and locks' them up c a n ' t h e all bad." * * * Just then a cry of "Indians!" is heard in the street. Two hundred fierce, painted Apaches come riding out of the hills waving their tomahawks and spears. They ride right through the main street and out again into toe other hills. "Gee," says one cowboy to another, "I · wish I could ride like those Indians." "I'd give anything to be an Indian," the other says. "I can't stand wearinc these, heavy, cowboy clothes in this heat." We cut back to the stranger. The bed's pretty messed up and toe girl is combing her hair. "Well, see you around," the stranger says, making a notch on his pistol "What about me?" toe girl cries "BJackie will kill me." "That's life," the stranger says as he climbs out the back window quietly and leaves the girl crying on the bed. (B Los Angeles Times

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