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This and That IN THE Vietnamizafion NATION Is Questioned SUNDAY CALL-niROXICLE, Allrnto-n, Fa- Ko. UH R.13 Confident Living Let's Stand Up And Be Counted Trout Hall Saga Ends Fabulously in the Depression. Everything he had built up collapsed. He found himself a broken man in a sanitarium. One night he called for paper and wrote letters to his loved ones, letters of farewell.

Then he turned out the light and made his peace with God and expected to die. Presently the light of day came through the window. Somewhere down the hall a meeting was in progress and the people were singing an old hymn, "God Will Take Care of You." Mr. Penney had heard this hymn many times before, but this time his mind really opened to the words. Peace came to him, followed by healing, new confidence, and a return of the power to create.

His recovery was completa when he again became receptive to the power of his faith. He believed in Something, and didn't care who knew it. or all of the prisoners' release, since the North Vietnamese might well fear that an agreement anytime soon would look to the world as if they had been intimidated by the aerial incursion into their territory. And if the raid dramatized to Hanoi the deep concern of the administration and of Americans generally on the prisoner issue, it might make the North Vietnamese government more determined than ever rot to yield the prisoners without some significant political return. Deeper Question But it was the bombing strikes against the North that raised the deeper question of Vietnamization.

Despite Pentagon circumlocution, the extent and power of the air raid3 suggested a good deal more than "protective reaction" against the shooting down of an American reconnaissance plane that, or a bad case of overkill. These bombings almost certainly were directed in large part at North Vietnamese military preparations, transport, troop concentrations, and other targets that, if left alone, might have been or become a threat to the dwindling American forces in South Vietnam. It was also to "protect American troops" and to further the Vietnamization withdrawals By TOM WICKER WASHINGTON After months of seeming quiescence in Vietnam, the news last week of new bombing raids and a derring-do attempt to rescue prisoners of war in North Vietnam raised once again a question that is too often forgotten. Where is i tnamization taking us? The Sontay Wicker rescue mission is easy enough to criticize, since it failed to bring home any prisoners, but it is not as easy to say that it shouldn't have been attempted, since the actual strike was carried off without a hitch and since the administration apparently had what it thought was solid reason to believe in the possibility of success. And it remains to be seen whether the raid will have unfortunate after-effects.

It could, for instance, result in making life harder than it already is for American prisoners, if the North Vietnamese react by taking more stringent security measures or if they seek to punish the prisoners for the rescue effort. That effort could also make it harder for anyone to negotiate some The Conservative i' force in the South, the attacks would hardly improve Hanoi's willingness to bargain. At the same time, as American troops continue to be withdrawn and casualties to decline, the political pressure in this country for a negotiated settlement probably will continue at a low level. Moreover, Hanoi's rock-bottom demands for a settlement appear to include a different government in Saigon and a fixed date for the completion of the American withdrawal neither of which is offered by Vietnamization. For all these reasons, Vietnamization has to be viewed not as a program leading to a negotiated political settlement of the war, but as an alternative to such a settlement.

No Promise That might be all right indeed, it might be the best way out of a bad trip if Vietnamization appeared to be a successful alternative. But Vietnamization docs not, in fact, promise to end the war. It raises, rather, the remote possibility of the kind of destructive assault on a small remaining American force that might reverse the American momentum out of the war. More distinctly, it raises the real possibility that after most American troops are safely withdrawn, the North Vietnamese can renew the fighting at a level Saigon alone could not long withstand. But if Nixon refuses to negotiate a change in the Saigon government, could he permit it to be destroyed by force after a unilateral American withdrawal? Hardly.

The fact is that Vietnamization implied a moral obligation for continued American assistance to South Vietnam not in peace but in war, not with aid but with air power, not for an occasional weekend of protective reaction but for an open-ended future. How much of a continuing American establishment in South Vietnam civil and military Vietnamization may also imply, no one has ever been willing to state unequivocally. And in such a future of continuing war, what can ever be done about the American prisoners in North Vietnam? (e) N.Y. Timet Newi Service that the Cambodian invasionn was launched last spring, and at the same time a series of air strikes against the North. Considerable American air activity continues in Cambodia, although American ground troops are no longer fighting there.

These Cambodian air strikes, too, are justified on grounds of protecting American lives in South Vietnam, although many of them seem, instead, to be in direct support of the Cambodian army (granted that it may often be difficult to draw a distinction between the two purposes). Beg the Question These events beg the question whether, as Vietnamization proceeds and American forces in South Vietnam become less and less powerful, there will not be a growing necessity for air strikes at the North, in Cambodia and in Laos. As any president would, Nixon will surely take every step he thinks necessary to protect the remaining troops. If that proves to be the case, then the further question arises whether the prospect of a negotiated settment would possibly be improved in such circumstances. If progressive American withdrawals force Nixon to strike more frequently at the North in order to protect an ever-smaller American The Defense Department gave as its reason for resuming the bombing on that one occasion the fact of the North Vietnamese having shot down our reconnaissance plane.

Why has it not given us a reason for resuming the bombing, and indeed stepping up the bombing on a steady basis, the enemy's principal default on its agreement? Which is not the shooting of an airplane with two American pilots in it, but the prolongation of a war which, although it is costing less and less, still accounts for the death of more Americans per week than all the North Vietnamese negotiators who sit in Paris, doing nothing, and doing nothing on purpose. On Bombing Resumption the noted John Laurance and his wife frequently enjoyed the delights of her country estate and brought with them not only her three daughters but his own three daughters of a prior marriage. Certain also that here came distinguished members of the new government; friends of Sen. Laurance; certain also that there were frequent visits of eligible swains to woo the sextette of young ladies. The first of the Allen girls to be married was Margaret Elizabeth, who, in 179, became the bride of William Tilghman, scion of Maryland aristocracy, who was to become chief justice of Pennsylvania.

Tilghmans at Hall There is reason to believe that the Tilghmans for a time made Trout Hall their home, particularly by reason of the fact that at Margaret Elizabeth's early death in 1798, her remains were interred in Al-lentown's St. Paul's Lutheran Church where they are to this day. The next to marry was Mary Masters, the third daughter, who in 1798 became the bride of Henry Walter Livingston, of Livingston Manor, New York, a family unsurpassed in its patriotic zeal, except possibly by the Adams family. Henry Walter at the time of his marriage had already performed the exciting service of secretary to Gouverneur Morris, minister to France during the French Revolution. He became a judge and later a member of Congress.

Ann Penn, eldest daughter, described as one of the great beauties of her time, in 1800 married James Greenleaf, then of Washington, D.C., former U.S. consul at Amsterdam. The Greenleafs built a mansion at 5th and Hamilton streets. Their daughter, Mary, in 1824 married her cousin, Walter C. Livingston, son of Henry W.

and Mary (Allen) Livingston. 'Livingston Mansion The young couple took up residence in Trout hall, remaining there until about 1840, during which time it was known as the Livingston Mansion. The Greenleafs and the Livingstons entertained lavishly and dictated the social mores of the little town. The Livingstons moved to Philadelphia, where their parties dazzled even that city and sometime during that period, Walter was named consul to Marseilles and it is recorded that they continued to entertain abroad in equally lavish fashion. These, then, were the fabulous associations of the owners and the occupants of Trout Hall, so fantastically Important and so incredibly widespread, as to clearly set it apart among colonial mansions.

Helen and I found it an exciting task to define what had hitherto been largely By JOHN V. KOHL Editor Emeritus Sunday Call-Chronicle The rare associations that cluster about Trout Hall continue, perhaps even more im pressively, in this concluding column reporting the Kohls research into this fascinating and hitherto unexplored subject. Visitors to the annual Christmas tea next Sunday, by the Guild of the His KOHL torical Society, always so de-lightful an event, will be so-Journing with shades of the aristocrats of pre-Revolu-tionary America, as well as with the great of the new nation. It is of the latter period today's column will concern it-lelf, the years from the death of James Allen in 1778 to the 1840s, when Trout Hall passed from the family to ultimately become Muhlenberg College. James Allen's family, which he brought to Trout Hall that June day, 1776, consisted of his wife and three small daughters, to which was added a son, James, born in 1778, eight months before his father's death.

James, Jr. was to die in his eleventh year. It is reasonable to surmise that Mrs. Allen during her widowhood divided her time Trout Hall and her Philadelphia home on Chestnut Street, a gift to James and his wife by the latter's father, the wealthy and prominent John Lawrence. In support of this surmise, an extant letter of August, 1781, places Mrs.

Allen and her father in residence in Trout Hall at that time. War Ends In the meanwhile the war had been won and with the peace came George Hammond, the first minister from the British Crown, who promptly became a part of the Allen family, marrying Margaret, daughter of Andrew Allen and niece of Mrs. James Allen. Similarly, former governor John Penn, and his wife, Anne (Allen), who was Mrs. Allen's sister-in-law, were welcomed back to Philadelphia and resumed their place in society from their luxurious mansion, "Landsdowne," above the Schuylkill.

Mrs. Allen's three daughters were to make fabulous marriages, but no more so than their mother herself. In 1791, she married John Laurence of New York who had been aide-de-camp to Gen. Washington, judge advocate general in the trial of Major Andre, the first congressman from New York, and who in 1796 became U.S. Senator.

"His handsome, dignified presence" had won him the honor of carrying the Constitution in "the grand procession," July 23, 1788, preceding its ratification. Of course, it is certain that Voice clear that the North Vietnamese do not intend to negotiate seriously. The question arises, wait until then? And that is why it is perplexing that in the past few days nobody from the White House or from the Defense Department has raised that critical point. Namely, that the United States ought to be prepared to resume the bombings intensively for the same reason that it conducted these bombings during 1965-1968. There is evidence now that those bombings did damage the enemy, and among other things required him to guard his anti-aircraft installations along the DMZ, rather than over the Ho Chi Minh trail.

OuS6rV6r By NORMAN VINCENT PEALE It's amazing what incredible things happen when you believe in something. But such results do not come unless you really believe and are not afraid to let people know of your belief. I was appointed by the President of the United States on a special commission to celebrate the 25th anniver V. 4" Ptaia sary of the United Nations. The President invited the members of the commission, together with foreign policy leaders of the Senate and the House of Representatives, to a dinner in the White House, at which Secretary General of the United Nations Thant was the guest of honor.

Thant Replies Speeches were made acclaiming him a great man. Then the President called on Secretary General Thant, who made a most remarkable response. He said something like this: "I am a Buddhist, a loyal Buddhist. I believe Buddha was the world's greatest religious leader. I was reared in a conservative Buddhist home.

I accepted the Buddhist principles taught to me by my honorable parents, for whom I had great respect as godly people." Now at that dinner I presume most of the people were Christians or Jews, and the question that arose in my mind was this: would any one of them have testified to their own faith in such a setting? Would they have been embarrassed or thought it wasn't polite, or would they have feared it would run counter to civil liberties? Do you or I have such courage of our Defend Your Religion It could motivate a great change and create a different atmosphere in this country if people who have faith in their religion and in their country would, like Thant, come right out and say so. In this country, it seems, religious traditions can be freely attacked, but perish the thought that they should be defended! Well, fortunately, some people do express themselves in this way. J.C. Penney, founder of a chain of 1,660 stores, says, "I never apologize for pleading for better Christian homes, because my entire experience tells me that successful dealings between men in business, government, and social relationships are influenced for good or ill by home backgrounds." When J.C. Penney opened his first retail outlet in Wyoming, he called it the "Golden Rule Store." He says the emphasis laid from the very beginning upon human relationships both toward the public, through careful service and giving the utmost in values, and toward his associates is the factor which has contributed most to the growth and influence of his organization.

Mr. Penney is thankful that the formative years of his life were lived in a truly religious home. He feels the chief duty of parents is to build homes in whose influence children can grow spiritually strong. Only this inner faith can really help when the chips are down. When J.C.

Penney was 56 years old, he lost his fortune -v i i Mil I i i 31 Long John Silvers Alive Letter to the Editor Editor Sunday Call-Chronicle Sir: Your editorial and several other articles in the Nov. 22 Sunday Call-Chronicle prompt me to write this letter. Frankly I cannot gloat with you over the many things we Americans have to be thankful for. Specifically, that these "vast, sprawling, new plants of national import are spreading across what used to be farm fields" here in the Lehigh Valley. I am more thankful for the farm fields that remain.

You gleefully state that "megalopolis is the name of the game," and that a "vast urban complex" awaits us younger generation members. It's not very much to look forward to the demise of fields and forests, the end of open land to "development." An article in your paper on Lake Wynonah touted that less than six months ago that valley was 1475 acres of raw Pennsylvania farm land but with the advent of construction crews, a "miracle" is beginning to take shape. I think it's sad that Americans worship the "miracle" of olympic-sized swimming pools and man-made lakes. What of the miracle that Nature wrought when she built that valley in the first place? And then there was the article on Tocks Island which merrily predicted a growth of population in six counties bordering the area and five million visitors a year, and think of all the "development" that will bring. Right now, still in my twenties, have much to be thankful for.

I can look out my window in the morning and see a flock of pheasants in the field or three deer running up the hillside. But when I become one of the older generation, according to you, I will look out and see a housing development, or perhaps a six-lane super highway, or maybe even a brewery sitting in these raw Pennsylvania farm fields. And the editor who is your successor will tell me to be thankful because I am now living in a developed area. When will we learn that Nature is the developer and Man is the destroyer? Mrs. Carole Mebus Easton R.

4 Wetier Founded 1895 By WM. F.BUCKLEY. JR. Senator Fulbright is harassing Secretary Laird and others on the matter of the bombing of North Vietnam, which it is his privilege to do; and there is a sense in which all of us share his frustration, although Sen. Fulbright would appear to deserve to be frustrated in a sense that others are not.

Senator Fulbright was a leader of the group of Americans who during 1968 clamored for an end to the bombing, insisting that the consequences that would flow therefrom would be negotiations. And presumably, negotiations would lead to an end to the war. President Johnson resisted, as we all know, but finally succumbed, a day or two be- fore election day. Mr. Johnson insisted that he was not acting capriciously, that he had got from the North Vietnamese concessions, which he deemed to justify the bombing halt.

Yes, Yes, Yes Yes, the North Vietnamese would consent to proceed with negotiations at which the government of South Vietnam would be formally represented (you remember the shape-of-the-table Yes, the United States could overfly North Vietnam with reconnaissance airplanes, to guard against unspotted aggressive concentrations of North Vietnam strength. Yes, the North Vietnamese agreed to stop shelling civilian population centers in South Vietnam, and would stop attempting to infiltrate into South Vietnam across the Demilitarized Zone. Now these "understandings" were reached apparently through intermediaries who did not commit them to writing, so that no formal paper exists to present to Sen. Fulbright nothing as concrete as, for instance, the Tonkin Gulf Resolution. On the other hand, it would hardly do for President Nixon to accuse President Johnson of having imagined these understandings.

And of course the North Vietnamese denial that these understandings existed is not to be believed, which reminds me that it would be refreshing if Sen. Fulbright were to behave as skeptically about the word of North Vietnamese Communists as he does about American anti-Communists. Results in Nothing What is disconcerting about all the backing and filling by the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, and all the doubts expressed and implicit, and all the attempts to link- our venture in behalf of our prisoners of war to the bombing, is that no time is given to the crucial point: which is that the negotiations have resulted in nothing at all. If President Johnson had been told by the North Vietnamese that yes, they would go to the negotiating table, and yes, they would consent to a South Vietnamese presence, but that upon reaching that negotiating table they would sit month after month, year after year, without budging at all from their fixed insistence that they take over the government of South Vietnam, President Johnson would obviously not have consented to the cessation of the bombing. President Nixon, finding himself in office, obviously felt that to resume the bombings, on the evidence of North Vietnamese intransigeance, would have dashed the hopes of the free world and confirmed the suspicions of those Americans who warned against the election of Dr.

Strangelove. So, (he apparently reasoned), we must wait and wait; until it is absolutely i 1 THE WEEK'S LOCAL NEWS INVERSE TOWNE By A. fa 1 had always agreed with the President, he said, even when he thought the President was dead wrong. Why then did he fear the black spot? In a croaking whisper he confided the dreadful answers. In an organization in which everyone spoke in football jargon, he could not master the idiom.

Once when everyone was talking about the "game plan," i d-down situations," "blitzing the weak-side safety" and "calling an end run around communism," our guest, wanting to seem a regular team sort but helplessly inept in the jargon, had said right in the White House "thank God for a coach with the guts to call for a fumble in his own end zone." There was no hope for him. Moreover, I did not want the Admiral Benbow cluttered with people who did not understand football. That night I made a telephone call. Next morning a short stocky man of bald dome, smoking a pipe, knocked. "If my wife phones while I am busy," he threatened, "don't take any notes." (c) N.Y.

Time! Newi Service Bl'EKKOOTS f- "WONDtRrUL Wears Under 16th Hamilton Sts. J. By RUSSELL BAKER WASHINGTON After my father's death my mother and I kept up as best we could the old family inn down in that wild and wind' if blown part of the world forsaken by all but gnarled old sea dogs with locked chests containing secrets in even more dreadful than a small dreams boy's on a Baker bleak November night. Doctor Livesey and Squire Trelawney would drop in occasionally of an evening for a pint of Sorter and a clay pipe, but it was a rare night on that lonely and desolate coast when a civilized man ventured upon the road after first fall of dusk. It was all the more surprising then when on a gray winter's evening so cheerless that mother and I had closed the bar early, thinking that the most gnarled of sea dogs would surely not be abroad on such a devil's night, we heard a thunderous pounding at the door.

Opening it, not without considerable trepidation, I found myself confronting one of the most distinguished and yet ravaged countenances that had ever stepped across the threshold of the Admiral Ben-bow. Though gray at the temples and neatly shorn in the manner that left little doubts in my mother's mind or mine that he must at one time have been a rich Republican captain, he wore an expression of such evil fatigue that his visage struck terror even in my adventure-loving small boy's heart, and I would surely have slammed the door on him had he not quickly displayed a dazzling handful of the most eminent credit cards. "Have ye guests?" he inquired, and upon being told that we had not, press his inquiries in another direction. "Have ye seen a short stocky man with a pipe?" "If you mean Squire Trelawney He waved impatiently. "It's not a squire I'm afraid of, lad.

It's a pipe smoker with a bald dome and a riveting eye; and a smile that looks like something that was left behind when the glacier receded." My dear mother whispered a suggestion to me by the guttering candle. "Is it a man with I started to ask, but stopped, for he had gripped my arm in such a panic of strength that I thoupht I must surely faint. "Yes, boy?" he demanded. "You've seen him then! Speak up!" Nearly fainting with pain, I pursued my impulse. "Is it a man with a wife who cannot forbear to make extensive use of the telephone in the wild, bleak and windswept hours between midnight and first dawn?" "You have described him to a our guest cried.

"You know him then!" "Nonsense," said my dear mother. "We are speaking of Attorney-General John Mitchell. He would never come to a wild, windblown, lonely, desolate, bleak and forsaken place like this." This assurance seemed to satisfy the terrified old rogue who, I could now clearly guess, was some highly placed commander of the Nixon Administration who had lost the President's confidence and was seeking concealment from the consequences of his betrayal. My dear mother agreed to quarter him and his shameful secret, and an unhappy agreement it proved to be, for evenings he would sit sober for hours in- the bar sulking and looking miserable, without spending a cent. "These Republicans!" Squire Trelawney would snort.

"Too pious to stand the house a wassail cup on Christmas Eve." One night, however, when the wind was worse than usual and the bar deserted except for myself, our guest fell into his cups and told me a tale of ineffable tedium. The long and short of it was that he was in mortal fear that Long John Mitchell would slip him the black spot, just as he had slipped it to George Romney. The papers, I noted, said that Romney did not feel that Mitchell had given him the black spot. In any event, Romney had still not been fired as secretary of housing in spite of having been visited by John Mitchell. Unimpressed Our guest was unimpressed.

"Romney will go just like Wally Hickel, after Wally got his visit from Long John," our guest roared. "Look what Wally said just before they axed him. He said old John had told him, 'Wally, sit tight until you hear from me And Wally said, 'I'm sitting That's what Wally said. And how's Wally sitting now, lad? Now that they've axed old Wally: Answer me, boy!" "Wally is sitting loose," I said. I observed, however, that Wally deserved to have his seating loosened, because he had not always agreed with the President.

With gneat said it was a dreadful thing for a man not to agree with the President. Our guest concurred. He Thanks And No Thanks A lovely Thanksgiving, a banquet, a bash! The turkey was tasty in yesterday's hash. A blood center started! A center for blacks! For city, no rise in the realty tax Turkey Day games had me biting my nails, And so did my wife, at those day-after sales Thanks to my foresight, I'm ready for snow, My anti-freeze tested to 20 below The orchestra racked up a critical hit; Why am I thankful? That's about it. Now for the items I don't really like The ill-tempered writing of Charles A.

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