Daily Times Herald EDITORIALS Ptiday, November 6, 1970 Electoral Money The great game of alternatives is over. In every state, the . people have made their choices to fill a wide range of offices from governor to justice of the peace. It is the outcome of all these races that captures the attention, but another thing merits thought. What we have in mind may be put in broad terms: How can the electoral process be improved? To phrase it differently, how can what we have learned in the experience just past be put to use in the future? A variety of things may be pertinent. Concentrate, for the nonce, on one. Think of the extent to which money — possession of it, or capacity to attract it from contributors — exercised a decisive influence on the election results. Consider how one might alter the system to assign wealth a less crucial role. An excellent case can be made for the proposition that the impact of money on the electoral process is greater than ever before. An important causative element is that television has increasingly become the make-or-break factor in election success. Though there are heartening exceptions, by and large it is true that the candidate with the most to spend on television has the best chance of winning. That brings us to the bedrock problems not only of money but also of the broadcasters' responsibility. Television and radio stations are licensed by the government, and use the public airwaves at public sufferance. It can be persuasively argued that the broadcasters have a corresponding obligation to provide a reasonable amount of free time to satisfy the electorate's need for political discourse. As matters stand, this obligation is but lamely fulfilled. For the most part, the amount of television time a candidate or party gets depends on how much money is available. We submit that this is a bad basis — the very worst possible basis — for deciding about men and issues. The cry for reform, heard after every election in recent times, should be kept at high pitch and not allowed to wane again. Let 'em Try The women's liberationists find grist for their mill in odd places. The committee in charge of the World Outboard Championships at Lake Havasu in Arizona, for example, recently handed them another cause celebre. This richest of outboard competitions will exclude women. Two of them, Melinda McCune and Dorothy Cooley, have been told that for no other reason than their sex they will not be allowed to compete for $60,000 in prize money and the glory that goes with it. It is a little hard to follow the reasoning of the race committee, whose spokesman opined in justification that "the average woman isn't capable" of handling the big, fast craft entered in this race. What, one might ask, is "average" about a woman who has learned to manage such boats and wants to prove her skill in competition with the most skilled males in the field? Why not, one might ask additionally, let her have a crack at it? Some Good News Along with the metal in female undergarments and other oddities that have been providing chuckle-provoking kickers for the news summaries, new airport security devices and procedures have been turning up suspicious persons and weapons. The apprehended aren't confessing evil intent, but odds are heavy that some at least had unscheduled flight detours in mind. "We don't know how many airjack- ings we've been able to avert," says retired Gen. Benjamin Davis, who is running the air security program, "but we do know we've made a number of flights safer." Which is certainly good news, and also says something about why, as some complain, there isn't enough reporting of good news. Often it is what didn't happen, and can't be known. High Interest Arguments about the rights and wrongs of the fiscal philosophy that permits the federal government to go on piling up huge debt — and correspondingly huge interest — could go on all night without even approaching agreement. Arguments pro or con aside, the sheer size of the interest payments involved is intriguing. The U.S. Chamber of Commerce provides some figures. Interest on the national debt last year, it seems, cost taxpayers a whopping $19,256,821,000. This, says the Chamber, is equivalent to the combined incomes of 2,231,000 average families. What could be accomplished with this sum — $122 a week for a year to more than three million unemployed, for example — staggers the imagination. Maybe one should relish the fact that our interest payments exceed the national budget of many a country, but somehow the idea doesn't send us much. I Just Didn't Have the Heart to Leave Him in the Pet Shop!" Dear Abby Washington Notebook Faith Shames Politicians By Bruce Biossat SAN FRANCISCO (NEA) - In the flood of memories collected through seven weeks of campaigning in 10 states and across thousands of miles, I remember best no searing issue and no celebrated candidate but a young Mexican-American I met in Chicago. He was the cab driver who picked me up at Chicago's airport and drove me 25 miles to my destination. He proved to be a most remarkable fellow, cheerful, buoyant, charged with energy, defiantly hopeful in an age where so much hopelessness is voiced. This stocky lad had pulled himself away from the relative quiet of a ranch in the Texas Panhandle and plunged into the seemingly unmanageable chaos of a modern great city. Yet all he could see in the change was promise. That very week, some of his youthful counterparts, styling themselves "Brown Berets," were breaking up an east Los Angeles rally for Democratic senatorial nominee Rep. John V. Tunney — wrecking his car, beating up an aide, endangering the candidate himself. My young friend had other ideas. He drove a cab well into the evening hours. He loved the varied contacts with people. Then he went home each night and read for hours, while most of us would be sleeping. He read everything he could get his hands on, with a voracious appetite. It was self-education of the most determined kind. He wanted to know what I did. When he heard I covered politicians, there were no dark mutterings of disillusionment or hate, no mention of the discrimination his brown skin must lay upon him. There were only interest and curiosity about the people I saw and covered. When we reached my destination, he asked me when I was leaving town. It was to be four days later, at an early hour, but he volunteered to come and get me and return me to the airport. Then he asked: "Please, would you do me a favor? When I pick you up Monday, will you give me a list of five or six books you think might be especially valuable for me to read?" Monday morning, he showed up half an hour early and sat reading in his cab while I rushed to get ready. I had a book to give him and the list of others he had asked for. For another 25 miles, we talked of the promise of better things, of the value of real learning, of the need to find ways of moving people to accommodate enough of their differences — whether of color or religion or political view or economic status — to find a better, more unified upward course for this country and the world. He left me uplifted, though I knew he was going along blindly without any tangible new faith to guide him. In all fairness, I can say I know I gave him something in return. As we parted, he said: "I cannot tell you what you have done for me. It is one of the best things that has ever happened to me." Against him, with his relentless pursuit of knowledge, his absolute refusal to complain and decry, the politicians I watched generally seemed pale in spirit. The young cop-outs from the "system" looked like empty shells. With this nation and the world in an incredible crisis of bewilderment about almost everything important to life, the American politics of 1970 was unbelievably dull (with a few exceptions) and so were most of the candidates. Democrats too often sounded like old New Dealers, chiding the Republicans for economic failures. Their scurry for the center on the law-and-order issue, flags flying in their lapels, was embarrassing. Republicans seemed bent on winning by dwelling on gripes and fears. Nobody found even the glimmerings of the kind of new faith my young Mexican-American deserves to help spur on him and millions of others. Your Health Venereal Disease Spreads By Laivrence E. Lamb, M.D. Veneral disease is on the increase. In some areas the number of people with syphilis increased 50 per cent in the first four months of 1970 as compared to 1969. Dr. Hugh Davis of Johns Hopkins Obstetrical and Gynecology Department has stated that one out of every 10 of his teen-age patients is a carrier of venereal disease. This means they are capable of in- Dr. L. E. Lamb* ec ^ n S someone else even if they don't have any signs of the illness themselves. i Dr. William L. Fleming of the University of North Carolina points out that gonorrhea is now the most common reportable communicable disease in the United States. He feels the situation is out of control. More than 1.5 million new cases of gonorrhea are expected in 1970. Texas ranked No. 1 among the states in the nation for the number of cases of syphilis per unit of population. The nation's capital won first prize in the city division. Clearly weather isn't the main factor since Alaska placed first among the states for the highest rate of gonorrhea. More than half the cases of venereal Nosey Neighbor Has Noisy Mind By Abigail Van Bur en disease occur in teen-agers and young adults. The first step is to create a greater public awareness of the problem by not hiding the situation but giving the public the facts. We need to reach the young people and help them protect themselves. Birth control pills offer no protection against venereal disease. No doubt the sense of sexual freedom that has been made possible by the pill has contributed to the problem. Dr. Davis thinks we should encourage young people to use the old-fashioned condom. It is less effective as a means of birth control but it does offer some protection against venereal disease. Today's mobile society has offered unusual opportunities to spread venereal disease. Truck drivers are a good example of mobile transmitters of the disease. The rise in venereal disease in this country makes it pretty clear that a wise person is careful who he enjoys freedom with. It is equally obvious that freedom has its price — even in the sexual sphere. "Class" is buying at a supermarket where a handwritten apology by the manager is dropped into every bag where the kid has packed the canned goods atop the eggs. Abby Van Buren } DEAR ABBY: I have a neighbor, * very beautiful woman who is a college graduate, very refined and has the reputation of being a perfect lady. I know for a fact that she is a downright cheat. One night last week I couldn't sleep, so I sat at the window, and at midnight I saw this woman come home. Fifteen minutes later she admitted a strange man into her home through the garage. He stayed exactly one hour and 50 minutes. I know for certain that her husband was out of town that night. I told my husband about it, and said I thought her husband should be told the kind of woman he is married to. My husband said I should mind my own business. I'd like your opinion. A NEIGHBOR DEAR NEIGHBOR: I think you wasted a six-cent stamp. Your husband's advice was A 0. K. DEAR ABBY: My son is getting married and the bride's people are having a reception for 150 guests, out of which they are allowing us to invite only 40! I felt this was unfair, but I accepted it. On our side is a nine-year-old nephew, and when the bride's mother heard he was invited, she called me up and said no children at the reception, so I had to cancel out my nephew. Now I hear the bride's side is having two children in the wedding party and I am sure they will attend the reception. My son says no, but I am betting they will be there. Abby, if after we get to the reception, we see one child there my whole family plans to walk out. Do you think we would be wrong to do this? MAD DEAR MAD: Yes. Put your own feelings aside for this one day. If you were to walk out for any reason, it would spoil your son's wedding day. (You will find something else to be mad at his inlaws for later. From the way you describe them, you'll have many opportunities.) DEAR ABBY: You gals sure do stick together! About the couple who were dining in a fine restaurant: It seems the strolling musicians offered to play their favorite tune. The gentleman didn't tip the musicians, so the lady wrote to say she thought the gentleman was a cheapskate. And you agreed with her. I can name several reasons why a gentleman wouldn't want to have a band of strolling musicians stand by his table and play his favorite song. For one thing, maybe he doesn't want to suffer the grins and stares from a roomful of smirking morons. Also, it's possible the gentleman didn't know what an appropriate tip for such a favor should be. Or he could have been just plain resentful for having been hustled by the musicians. Your attitude is enough to drive a man into gay lib. NO PATSY DEAR NO: I can understand the gentleman's wish to be inconspicuous, and I respect it. But not knowing what an appropriate tip should be is certainly no excuse for not tipping at all. When in doubt, a dollar will do. Polly's Pointers More Things to Make By Polly Cramer Polly Cramer DEAR POLLY — Mrs. R. J. wanted to know what to make with bottle caps. With waterproof glue, apply the bottle caps, top sides down, to a heavy piece of cardboard or lightweight plywood cut into the shape of a Christmas tree. When dry, spray- paint it all the desired color or gold or silver. Add small pearls or tiny leftover ornaments to the center of each cap. A gold tree with tiny red and green balls and a bright velvet ribbon at the base makes a beautiful wall or door decoration. A foot scraper also could be made for the back door by simply nailing bottle caps, top sides down, to a piece of leftover lumber. —MRS. R. T. DEAR POLLY — Mrs. R. J. can USA her many bottle caps by covering a foam cone with them. Hold each cap in place, flat side down, on the base with all-purpose white glue. Spray this tree all over, then glue tiny ornaments in each cap and put a ball on the top. This makes a rich-looking table decoration. -MRS. J. W. DEAR POLLY — Mrs. R. J. could make pretty and useful heatproof mats with her bottle caps that would protect her table from hot dishes. For a six- sided mat, cover 19 caps with a pretty fabric that co-ordinates with the dishes or table linen. Cut into circles about three inches in diameter. Gather around each circle, inserting a cap when about halfway around, and then draw up the thread and fasten. Fasten the covered caps together by joining five across for the middle row. On each side of this row, place rows that each have four caps and then the two outside rows would have three caps each. Cover the back with more of the same material. To make larger mats for platters, the consecutive rows would have four, five, six, five and then four caps. Woman's World Try Out These 'Cures' By Betty Canary I've never been organized. Unless remembering I can't make cupcakes because the children are using all the muffin tins for sorting beads can be called being organized. Some day I'm going to be organized. Dreams will come true; my \ ^zr-$ f scarves will be neatly . ^** \ sorted instead of mixed up with my pantyhose; the house will be filled with three-point flower arrangements and life will be serene. I may even find that aritcle I clipped on how to get organized. Until the glorious hour arrives, I'll be stuck with the day-to-day scramble of ironing a blouse as the school bus rounds the corner, while, at the same time, I'm trying to find milk money and talk on the telephone. If nobody spills cocoa on their schoolbooks or drops a hairbrush into the toilet, we usually keep on our morning schedule here. This means that by 8 o'clock the children are off to school, their father is at work and I have barely escaped going bonkers. Obviously, the only way a woman can live through the early morning ordeal is by being either organized or schizophrenic. As I always tell myself, with cool detachment, the Real Me isn't here sponging cocoa at all. The Real Me is lolling on a crescent beach somewhere in the south of France. As to how a man lives through the ordeal, I can't really say, although my husband seems to find running barefoot down the hall screaming, "Where are my cuff links?" helpful. In the end, each must make his or her own discoveries. However, as I am making a concerted effort to be more organized and less schizoid about the whole thing, I have come up with a few ideas. Stop answering the telephone before breakfast. Anyone who calls before breakfast either wants you to take her place in the cafeteria, wants you to care for a child who is absolutely dripping with germs so she can take somebody else's place in the cafeteria, is insane. Stop serving cocoa for breakfast or invest in some enormous sponges to use as placemats. Set milk money in neat piles around the table before going to bed. If cats eat the money or if it all rolls into the register when the kids play Flip the Quarter, accept the loss with equanimity while you explain that you're fresh out of quarters but not to worry because they've all had fluoride treatments within the past six months. A pleasant second thought (which one keeps to herself) is that, if they lose enough money down those registers, soon you can buy a mink hat and go out to lunch yourself. Solve the ironing problem by not letting the clothes lie for hours in the dryer. Make a note for next year to either get paper clothes or the address of the nearest nudist colony. If your husband runs in bare feet screaming, "Where are my cuff links?!" stop running after him calling, "On the refrigerator where you left them!" Just toss the cuff links onto the floor where he can find them on his next lap around the hall. The same covered caps could be glued to a burlap back and used in combination with felt and yarn to make a wall hanging for a child's room. A good design would be a turtle with a bottle cap shell. -VIRGINIA POLLY'S PROBLEM DEAR POLLY — I am quite disgusted with a new $15 pair of shoes. The black dye in the lining is rubbing off on my hose and my feet. I wrote to the manufacturer to complain but did not receive a reply. Can anyone tell me what to do to keep this dye from running and rubbing on my skin? —MRS. R. W. J. You will receive a dollar if Polly uses your favorite homemaking idea, Polly's Problem or solution to a problem. Write Polly in care of this newspaper. Daily Times Herald 515 North Main Street Carroll, Iowa Daily Except Sundays and Holidays other then February 22, November 11 by The Herald Publishing Company. JAMES W. WILSON, Publisher HOWARD B. WILSON, Editor W. L. REITZ, News Editor MARTIN MAKER, Advt. Mgr. Entered as second-class matter at the post-office at Carroll, Iowa, under the act of March 2, 1897. Member of the Associated Press The Associated Press is entitled exclusively to the use for republication of all the local news printed in this newspaper as well as all AP dispatches. Official Paper of County and City Subscription Rates By carrier boy delivery per week $ .50 BY MAIL Carroll County and All Adjoining Counties, where carrier service is not available, per >ear $15.00 Outside of Carroll and Adjoining Counties in Zones 1 and 2, per year $18.00 All Other Mail in the United States, per year $22.00 The Carroll Daily Times Herald is an ABC Daily Newspaper. The number of subscribers, recorded daily on permanent records and verified by the nationally recognized Audit Bureau of Circulations guarantees advertisers the paid circulation figures of the Carroll Daily Times Herald are accurate. Only an ABC newspaper can give assurance its stated circulation is accurate. BERRY'S WORLD "TMs is AWFUL! Junior's lining in a hippie commune and it soys he's from an upper-middle-class family vt a* UPPER-CLASS family!"
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