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ANALYSIS EDITORIALS THE SUNDAY SUN BALTIMORE, MP. JULY 16, 1972 SECTION FINANCIAL MARITIME BUSINESS and fearing the future I Nixon has A nominee and a staff that are tough CANDIDATE McGOVERN "Come Home, America" we may still remember this convention for those words. B6CAUSZ A me issue 66CNJSC H6 flRAWS HIS SUPFpRT. FROM (MS A SMALL BLOC OF MX THAT-' HAMPSHIRE 'WHAT (jOlSODlOSiD. i something I to worry about I Bv PETER J.

KUMPA Miami Beach. You had to worry about this Democratic convention, the 36th wrangle of the world's oldest political party. You had to worry whether it would open what with all the television trouble about the right-color-red rugs, the electronic snarls and the fretting among National Committee bureaucrats about the scheduling problem. And you had to worry whether it would close what with the Democratic process running open throttle Friday morning and the kooks getting their kicks by casting votes for Martha Mitchell, Jerry Rubin, Archie Bunker and Roger Mudd plus assorted names out of the political telephone book. The Democrats in recent years have not been out of the red.

Think what it would cost them to show on prime national television time a superb political show and drama with Senator George Stanley McGovern's acceptance speech, with the resurrection of another Kennedy this time) and with the melting pot of delegates, young and old, black and white, reformer and pro all of them cheering, singing, stomping, holding hands and raising their fingered in a sea of antennas of peace and victory. The amateurs, and about 85 per cent of these delegates were really political amateurs, blew it. Television sets across ihe land must have been clicking off at midnight, or at 1, or at 2 o'clock Friday morning because the good part had not come and looked like it might never come. And so you had to worry whether Democratic planners started all their sessions deliberately late, at 7 P.M., just to hide some convention warts, despite the Democratic party's slogan that they aren't worried about brawling publicly. Real democratic process? Did they work it out so the abortion and the homosexual debate got put back into the TV closet, the dead center of the night, the slot for the late-late-late movie? Day sessions would have showed more courage.

If the democratic process means a true airing of issues, a collision of ideas and then an equitable settlement, then it did not happen. There were plenty of issues to debate about. After ail, these are the followers of Mr. McGovern and Senator Henry M. Jackson, Hubert H.

Humphrey and Edmund S. Muskie and Governor George Wallace. They could have skipped Vietnam and national security and the future life style of the nation and stuck to something as tasty, for instance, as the lettuce issue. The lettuce-boycott slogan spread on the convention floor like free candy in a kindergarten. Support for the buying ban came from a long list of great, proud, mighty states.

But right there in front of everyone there was a gaggle of Texans snorting at the protesters and gulping handfuls of the forbidden, crunchy stuff. McGovern has to worry A convention is simply too big, too unruly, too rushed for time to take up any issue rationally. The theorists will have to take another look at the problem. George McGovern has to worry because they talked too much about him here. He is being examined and dis sected.

His positions are under scrutiny. His ability to maneuver is restricted. A whift of a change on Vietnam and the activists pounce upon him, streaming into his hotel for a confrontation. He has to be concerned because there is no clear sign that he came out of the convention winning over any significant commitment from "old guard" groups. Within that sea of humanity, there were too many patches of seated delegates who should have been standing in applause or jumping in response to his good acceptance speech.

He should wonder why Senator Edward M. Kennedy lifted a tired convention off its feet with a call to tribal unity when he did not quite make it. He should worry about his theme, "Come Home, America," for it sagged. He should worry that his activists diddled with the nomination of his running mate, Senator Thomas F. Eagleton, honest enough to acknowledge that he is (Continued, Page K2, Col.

2) Mr. Kumpa is chief of The Sun's Washington Bureau. too. mr Aueu- By ADAM CLYMER Miami Beach. George S.

McGovern spent seven days in this resort city, but the only part of his campaign that got any vacation was the new politics that candor that characterized his nomination drive a vacation that came about when the other candidates tried to take the bulk of his California delegates away. The convention performance proved that Mr. McGovern's drive is backed by talent and energy to startling depth in his campaign organization. And that however much Mr. McGovern and his followers are committed to political openness and reform (and the degree varies with individuals), they aren't so committed that they savor a martyred defeat.

The hard fighting worked. It involved two sellouts of the basically sympathetic women's caucus, some delight in misleading the Columbia Broadcasting System television network about one of those sellouts (CBS did seem eager to be misled), the thorough war-gaming of parliamentary problems and the ramrod (except Thursday) approach to convention floor problems. A general defense of the fighting was offered Friday by one young staffer who said, "You don't understand the nomination was at stake." A risk for McGovern That was very much understood. But perhaps there is a risk in this for Mr, McGovern. He is held, after all, by some supporters to a slightly higher standard than others because he talks about political ethics more than others do.

And there may be a special risk in lies to reporters and TV newsmen, for one thing that has set his campaign apart from other campaigns, other Democratic candidates and the Nixon administration has been its candor. The convention performance also told the American voter a couple of other important things about the McGovern candidacy. For one, while the political ability had been demonstrated over the spring; the staying power had not been so firmly established. But after the convention, all analyses that said that the aging all-tars of organized labor or what is now humorously referred to in much of the country as the Democratic party "Organization" would eat the McGovern forces alive proved to be so much twaddle. Chicago Mayor Richard J.

Daley wasn't kidding when he told Mr. McGovern a few weeks ago that it was Mr. McGovern who had the best political organization in the country. But they finished it For another, the McGovern forces didn't really start the fight-but they finished it. They preferred to play by the agreed-on rules in California (and why not, since they had helped write them and had won).

But after getting sandbagged by labor and the Humphrey forces on the Credentials Committee and with Senator McGovern in a rare public fury over the deal, they fought back very hard indeed. Kicking out Mr. Daley doesn't make mush sense for November, and they were against it until he helped in the great California raid, but you can't unify the party unless you get the nomination. And this is not just the campaign staff, Frank Mankiewicz or Gary Hart or Jean Westwood or Richard G. Stearns or any of the others.

It is George McGovern himself' The ex-bomber pilot whom the Republicans are painting as a softie because of his Vietnam view showed Friday that he can make a tough, unpleasant personal decision by himself and on the spur of the moment. On Salinger Pierre Salinger, President Kennedy's press secretary, had worked hard for the senator, not in glamorous or attention-getting roles, but as a dedicated middle-grade officer. He wanted to be Democratic National Committee vice chairman. Mr. McGovern decided to give him the job.

When the nomination was proposed, blacks on the National Committee offered their alternative, Basil Patterson, of New York. The senator might have won, or lost. Either way, (Continued, Page K2, Col. 6) Mr. Clymer is a member of The Sun's Washington Bureau.

0 fine a game to be left CAW WIO lOATIOfO SfOO wo. mr MS OUR OHIO. stamps Chess is too By ARTHUR KOESTLER So we are all agog watching this bizarre bull-fight where nobody knows which is the matador and which the bull. But this is yet the kindest metaphor we can apply to the contest. The "we" here refers to an endearing fraternity of men, to which I am proud to belong, known as the Passionate Duffers.

We worship Caissa, the Muse of chess, but owing to certain inadequacies in our mental equipment can never hope to attain to her favours, condemned as we are to remain life-long amateurs in the triple meaning of that word: dilettantes, non-professionals and aficionados. Thus protected from the temptations of the arena, we have remained pure at heart and are all the more distressed by the degrading antics displayed prior to the match by the contestants and their banderilleros in the Russian and American Chess Federations. The haggling about the venue and the revenue, the Mr. Koestlcr is the author of "Darkness at Noon" and many other books. His recreations are canoeing, chess and good wine.

He holds the copyright to this article, which first appeared in the Sunday Times, London. 1 1 eet- what if au CMJT long history dating back at least a thousand years as a favourite pastime of princes; of its insidious addictivenes3 and the profound symbolism of the chess-board as a microcosm. It is reflected in a celebrated passage in T. H. Huxley's "Lay Sermons:" "The chess-board is the world; the pieces are the phenomena of the universe; the rules of the game are what we call the laws of nature.

The player on the other side is hidden from us." Insinuating whisper There's the rub if only he were hidden, a disembodied spirit, instead of being out for your blood, blowing cigar smoke into your eyes, humming snatches from the "March of the Toreadors," or commenting on each move with a quotation from the Bard like that character in Lasker's book when attacking a piece, would say: "Get thee gone, Mortimer, get thee and when his own queen was attacked would squeal: "Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before Mylady?" In my own chess days in the Cafe Central in Vienna, I was driven mad by another character who, each time he gave check, would whisper insinuatingly Schaohutzi mit dem Putzi If you don't get the meaning, you save a blush. Such are the dismal mannerisms of Tim 9J 7H5 POLLS SHOO) MXDK) OUT 36 Feiffer VUUgc Voice, New York to players duffers, but our revered masters are not above more sophisticated psychological warfare tactics. The two classic chess instruction books of the Sixteenth Century were written by a Spaniard, Ruy Lopez, and a Frenchman, Damiano. Both recommend in dead earnest that the hopeful student should always place the board in such a way that the light, of sun or lamp, should shine into the opponent's eye. And in his world championship match against the title holder, Steinitz, Lasker asked to be seated at a teparate table because old Steinitz sipped his lemonade with a loud noise (the umpire refused the request).

Bigger than Frazier-AIi No wonder that Bobby Fischer fusses about lighting, seating arrangements, hotel accommodation and other trivia. "The Russians cheat at chess to keep the world title," he was reported to have said. "They have tried by every means to avoid me. They also slandered by name. They are afraid of me.

They have been putting up road blocks for me for years And about the forthcoming match: "It will probably be the great sports event in history. Bigger even than the Frazier-Ali fight. It is really the free world against the lying, cheating, hypocritical Russians." Bobby is a genius, but as a (Continued, Pace 3. CoL 1) political, invectives and insinuations, made one almost feel that chess is a game too noble to be left to the chess players. Yetexcept for the added spice of another East-West confrontation there is nothing new in these unsavoury proceedings; there have been other greedy enjants terribles before Bobby Fischer and other smug dogs In the manger before Boris Spassky among the masters of the past; and champions such as Lasker, Capablanca, Alekhine behaved just as badly before they played the immortal games which we play over and over again like our favourite recordings of Beethoven quartets some of these recorded games date back indeed to Beethoven's days.

The fun and blood Edward Lasker (namesake of the great Emanuel, and himself a grand master) wrote a revealing book with the title: "Chess for Fun and Chess for Blood." But "fun" is the wrong word: what he meant was that the game of chess is the perfect paradigm for both the glory and the bloodiness of the human mind. On the one hand, an exercise in pure logic, staged as a ballet of symbolic figures on a mosaic of 64 squares; on the other hand, a deadly gladiatorial contest. This dichotomy is perhaps the main secret of the game's astonishingly.