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, t. Patty Hearst: Has Sleeping Beauty's Spell Been Broken? By Linda Deutsch, Steve Jenning and Richard E. Mever SAN FRANCISCO - (AP) - Once upon a time... Patty Hearst and 10 classmates, all girls, visited Japan. Their guide took them to a topless show. Surrounded by the audience of men, all the girls giggled. "Except Patty," remembers one. "She thought we were childish." . . . There was a princess with grace and charm. Patty Hearst was a budding ballerina. In her leotard and slippers, she twirled through her exercises. Other ballerinas smiled, laughed. Patty seemed preoccupied. "I didn't feel her approach to ballet was healthy," remembers her instructor. "She was all wrapped up in the discipline of it all. There was no room left for personal expression." The princess grew in elegance and ability. .. PATTY HEARST studied art. She wrote about the Renaissance, Raphael and the Impressionists. Her papers were polished, concise -- but littered with jargon. "Jargon," her teacher thought, "is the last defense of the student who is bored." . . . . Until the princess fell under a spell. She was called the Sleeping Beauty. Patricia Campbell Hearst. "Detached," said a teacher. "A little too mature," said a friend. "Serene," said a classmate. "Not much of an activist." "Unemotional." "Sheltered." "Very much to herself." "A loner." "Not that close to, her family." "Self-contained." "Passive." "Searching for something." "Directionless. She had no cause." "I think she was idealistic." "Searching for herself, maybe." "Patty," said a girl who knows her well, "needed stimulation." Feb. 4,1974, Patty Hearst, an heir to the Hearst fortune and publishing fame, was abducted. She was snatched from an apartment she shared with her fiance by a ragtag group spouting Maoist cant. The kidnapers called themselves the Sym- bionese Liberation Army. They demanded millions of dollars in free food for the poor. The abduction was the first political Kidnaping in the United States -- a crime to rival the Lindbergh kidnaping 42 years ago. The kidnaping, some of her friends think, might have been Patty Hearst's rude awakening. APRIL 3,1974, Patty Hearst denounced her past: "I have been given the choice," she said in a tape-recorded message, "of (1) being released in a safe area, or (2) joining the forces of the Symbionese Liberation Army and fighting for my freedom and the freedom of all oppressed people. I have chosen to stay and fight." June 7, 1974, Patty Hearst said she had been in love with one of her captors. She vowed to fight on with the SLA. Her lover was "Cujo," nickname of William Wolfe, 23, killed May 17 with five other SLA members in a gunfight with Los Angeles police. "Neither Cujo nor I had every loved an individual the way we loved each other, probably because our relationship wasn't based on bourgeois.. . values, attitudes and goals. . .on February 4th Cinque Mtume (SLA leader Donald DeFreeze) saved my life." Patty Hearst said she was reborn May 17 when six SLA members died during a fire and gunfight with police at an SLA hideout on 54th Street in Los Angeles. "I died in that fire. . .but out of the ashes I was reborn." A college classmate had said, "I think she found something." A young man who knew her well said: "She was ready for exposure. . . It could be she never got the kind of real warmth and companionship and direction she got from the SLA." "She's about the strongest willed individual I know," says a girl who knew her in high school. A woman who has known her for years says: "Once she committed herself at all, in the crisis point she'sd really commit herself." Could this be? A new Patty Hearst? "Brainwashed," said her father, at first. But Dr. Frederick Hacker, a Los Angeles psychiatrist, who has advised Patricia Hearst's family since her kidnaping, said: "It's not at all unusual that in late adolescence one becomes a very different person." Stress. Shared danger. Patty's youth. All these, Dr. Hacker, could help her identify with her abductors. WILL PATTY Hearst ever come back? "She can go underground now, I think, ' forever," says her father. "I guess everyone's interested because this has happened to a princess," says a college friend. "But it's only in fairy tales that you resolve'every question." Patty Hearst was born Feb. 20,1954, the blue-eyed, honey-brown-haired daughter of Randolph and Catherine Campbell Hearst. Mother is from genteel Georgia society and a staunch Southern Catholic. Father is president and editor 6f the San Francisco Examiner. Grandfather was William Randolph Hearst, builder of the vast Hearst publishing empire. Randy and 'Catherine Hearst Settled with Patty and four other daughters in a wealthy, mani- S it inlay (j'uxcltc-Mail | urrerit A f fairs Charleston, H V,sf Virginia 1C -June 9,1974 cured suburb called Hillsborough. Patty and her sisters were raised by governesses and maids. Patty despised one maid. The woman was fired. Patty's favorite was the Hearsts' German cook, Emmy Brubach. Elderly, warm-hearted Emmy became Patty's chief counsel and confidant. ALTHOUGH it was near home, Patty was enrolled in the Convent of the Sacred Heart school as a boarder when she was 10. Beds were in cubicles separated by partitions. Mass at 7:15 a.m. Breakfast. Classes until 4 p.m. Mandatory study from 7 to 9 p.m. Lorna Corbetta, a classmate, remembers Patty would rather have lived at home. Lorna spent an occasional weekend at the Hearst mansion, with her friend. Patty could be a prankster. One Saturday night after Lorna dropped off to sleep, Patty put one of her sister's white mice down Lorna's nightgown. At Sacred Heart. Pattv becan showing her strong will. When she played basketball, she argued with the referee. "Most everybody else would just sort of shrug it off," says Lorna, "but Patty always had to argue." And when Patty became a cheerleader, she took control of the squad. At lunch one day, Lorna remembers Patty insisted it was "not ba-lo-ney, but bay-log-na, pronounced literally like it's written. Well, of course, I knew she was wrong. But she had a way of forcing her opinions on you. She was just about the strongest-willed individual I've ever met." PATTY ALSO began showing her detachment. Lorna remembers her developing a precocious interest in boys. A friend brought word to Mike Jurian, an altar boy who served early morning Mass, that Patty was interested in him. "I had a cross that had fake jewels on it, kind of a gold cross," Jurian recalls. "I sent it to her with one of the girls. But she sent it back, saying, 'I can't take that.' " By the time she was graduated from the eighth grade, and classmates were throwing water balloons to vent their yearend frustrations, prankster Patty demurred. "Patty never participated," Jurian says. Patty studied catechism. But she was confirmed as a Catholic, Miss Corbetta says, "More or less because of her mother." At 14, she was packed off to Santa Catalina, another Catholic boarding school, this one on the blue Pacific at Monterey. She was unhappy. The school is run by strict Dominican nuns. Patty and the nuns clashed repeatedly. A friend says Patty was punished frequently. Srie cleaned toilets, emptied garbage. HER DETACHMENT seemed to grow. Classmates began seeing her as an outsider. Two remember that one of Patty's few friends was a 50-year-old foreign-born janitor. They frequently saw Patty and the janitor sitting on a garden wall talking. "Patty found interesting things in people that others didn't," one of the classmates says. Persistent rumor has it that Patty was expelled for smoking marijuana. Friends, family and the school say it isn't true. Nine girls were expelled at the time for that reason, Patty's classmates say -- but Patty was not among them. At 16, Patty entered Crystal Springs, a nonsectarian private school for girls near her home. Crystal Springs wasn't as strict. Those were the Vietnam years, and some Crystal Springs girls marched for peace. But not Patty. "She was a cool individual, perhaps the coolest," recalls her English literature teacher. But for algebra, Patty Hearst was an A and B student. Yet her teacher remembers: "Literature didn't really touch her the way it did many of the other girls. She never got really excited about what she read." quote playing with himself. She said she didn't panic. "She just looked out the window and stayed calm, and he finally let her out. "She also said she wasn't going to change her watch to Japanese time. I asked her why, and she said she was on the pill and had to take it every 24 hours and would forget if she changed her watch. "I think now that Patty was perhaps trying to shock me." On the way home she sat with someone else. She took up ballet. Neither the girls at Crystal Springs nor her parents saw Patty dance. "She didn't invite her parents to our visitation days," recalls Ann Bena, her instructor at the Peninsula School of Ballet. "It seemed this was something she wanted to preserve in her own world." Because of her intensity and the joyless discipline ballet became for Patty, her instructor didn't encourage her to continue. "I think Patty was searching for something," Mrs. Bena says, "Searching for herself, maybe." Â»Â· JUST AS INTENSELY, however, Patty, 16 by now, began campaigning for the attentions of a 22-year-old mathematics teacher at Crystal Springs named Steven Weed. "I knew Patty for three years," says Stuart Olson, another teacher who met her through Weed. "Her primary interest during those' three years was in getting Weed to marry her." Weed, the gaunt, intellectual son of a Palo Alto stockbroker, was charmed by Patty. He was fascinated by her independence and what seemed to him to be her aloof maturity. After Crystal Springs, Patty Hearst chose to attend Menlo College, a small private school in Menlo Park. Not surprisingly, Steven Weed lived in Menlo Park. She shunned school activities, spent PATTY HEARST SHORTLY BEFORE HER ABDUCTION Her Friends Knew Her As "Serene, Self-Contained, Idealistic" more time at Weed's apartment than at her dormitory and made only a few friends. One says "Patty valued her privacy. I respected that and had no desire to intrude." birthday party for Lorna Corbetta. "She was wearing a full-length, yellow granny dress," Lorna remembers, "and it made her seem a lot older. But it was more than that. She and Steve really didn't talk to me or other kids my age. . . .They floated around a little but kept mostly to themselves. . . .1 guess she was becoming more like Steve Weed. .. .It was really strange. She was distant." At home, Patty Hearst was counseling with Emmy Brubach. Should she take shorthand? Then she could take a job at her father's newspaper. Emmy thought the idea a good one. But Patty wasn't sure. She wanted to do something on her own. Â»Â· AND THERE was something else. Her mother wanted her to attend Stanford University. But she and Steve had decided to move to Berkeley, live together and attend the University of California. Would Emmy intercede? "This generation is different," Emmy, the cook, told Randy and Catherine Hearst. "You have to live with the times. What do you want? You want your child happy? Or do you want to lose your child? You have to change your attitude." Patty won top scholastic honors at the end of her year at Menlo College. At a celebration banquet, she broke the news to A Princess, A Criminal, Or Both? Patty As Cheerleader HOWEVER, Patty didn't mind shocking her classmates. At Crystal Springs she joined a group of girls in Asian studies on the trip to Japan. The girl who sat next to her fÂ« the plane recalls: "She told rne a story of how she had been hitchhiking and was picked up by a guy who was quote-un- Although she was only 17 and, by her friend's account, "into a heavy thing" when other girls her age "weren't into sex at all," Patty's life with Steven Weed was hardly a rebellion. "The thing about her was that she seemed so mature," her friend remembers. "Patty needed stimulation. There was nothing really interesting going on." Â»Â· NOR WAS the marijuana garden she and Weed tended in flower pots and boxes in a tinfoil-papered room behind his garage any particular rebellion. "I wouldn't be surprised if they had experimented with LSD," says a friend of Weed's. "But it wasn't any big thing. Don't forget this was in 72." Weed's friend wonders whether Patty Hearst got much warmth from Steven Weed. "Steve," his friend says, "was not a tfarm, affectionate, outgoing guy." One evening, Patty brought Weed to a Before leaving Menlo, Patty told a friend about what she had done. "How did they react?" the friend asked. Patty laughed. "They gave us a set of dishes." Planning to reject biology, her original choice, and change her major studies to art history, Patty joined a summer tour of Greece and a handful of other countries. "The teacher who led the group made them do a lot of walking and climbing hundreds of steps up to the Acropolis," a friend recalls. "By the time they got to the top, she was too pooped to care. She said she didn't really see anything." her parents about her arrangement with Steve. raised her allowance from $100 to $300 a month. And to supplement their income. Patty took her first job. But it wasn't at her father's newspaper. She went to work for $2.25 an hour taking Christmas card orders at Capwell's Department store in Oakland. In January 1973, Patty began her first quarter at the university where her mother is a regent. Both she and Steve disagreed with Mrs. Hearst's conservative voting record. It was Catherine Hearst's disdain for the Berkeley street scene, its drugs and radical politics, say Patty's friends, that had persuaded her to try to convince her daughter to attend Stanford. But Patty Hearst took part in little of that. "She kept very much to herself." says Ruth Regan, a neighbor. "She and Steven went to school and had their flowers. She was a very quiet girl, a sweet girl." And Patty was a x good student. "I could always expect her to have an answer in class if the other students didn't," says one of her art history teachers. Nothing profound, but bright." *Â· PATTY SHOWED more of her firmness. After exams and papers in Renaissance art. she invariably visited the teacher to try to convince her to raise her grade. "I'd always dread those visits," the teacher recalls. "I'd think, 'Oh, Patty is going to come in.' But when she complained she never got angry. I never changed a grade on any of her papers." Another teacher says Patty got high grades regardless of her attempts to have them raised. The teacher has a paper Patty wrote on Rubens, submitted seven days before she was kidnaped. The paper is in the top drawer of the teacher's desk, waiting to be returned. It earned Patty Hearst an A-minus. Last Christmas, Patty and Steve Weed joined Randolph and Catherine Hearst for a holiday gathering at the Hearsts' Sierra ski resort home. Patty and Steve announced their engagement. The Hearsts were delighted. Patty became engulfed in wedding preparations. Although she had seemed little, interested in her heritage as a Hearst in the past, she and her fiance visited San Simeon, the extravagant castle her grandfather had built. They surveyed the art treasures her grandfather collected there, a friend says, and were interested in what they might have for their home. Patty and Steve also were having her trust reviewed. "Patty did not have a complete awareness of her wealth," the friend says. "She had the feeling she was much richer and the feeling that her father had much more wealth than he does." *FOR ALL the excitement about her wedding plans, Patty seemed even more withdrawn at times. She and Steve began making up lists for wedding invitations. She consulted with her mother about choosing china -- and picked out chinaware and silver patterns at Tiffany's. But after showing her engagement ring with its big clear green stone to one of her teachers during a conversation over coffee at an art exhibit, Patty Hearst seemed bored. I "She was happy about getting married," i the teacher remembers. "She liked art, ! but I don't know if she liked much else. ! "I don't think she was that excited about : anything. . . .She was kind of deprecatory i about things. Blase may be the word. "If anything, hers seemed a sort of directionless life. She had no cause. She wasn't interested in getting her degree. She didn't have to work . . . Perhaps the SLA suddenly gave her a cause." *Â· HAS THE SPELL on Sleeping Beauty been broken? In her tape-recorded messages from the underground, Patricia Campbell Hearst declared: "I am here because I am a member of a ruling class family. . . ." But Patty Hearst no longer felt a princess. Generous Graves Greatest UPON HER RETURN, Patty Hearst moved into the brown shingle apartment Steve Weed had rented on a tree-lined street a few blocks from the UC Berkeley campus. Weed was studying for his docto- r^tte in philosophy. He earned $400 a month as a teaching assistant. Patty's father "I am a s o l d i e r in the p e o p l e ' s army. . . .1 have been given the name Tania after a comrade who fought alongside Che in Bolivia. . . .1 embrace the name with the determination to continue fighting with her spirit. . . ." She referred to the "pig Hearsts" and called her father a "corporate liar." , "Consciousness," said Patty Hearst, "is terrifying to the ruling class." Sen. Barry Goldwater, R-Ariz., lacks a college degree, a circumstance which made him eligible for enrollment in Jim Comstock's mythical University of Hard Knocks. Goldwater may have been deprived of the opportunity for study, but he made a wise choice of parents. He interited a large and profitable department store, probably the most prestigious in the Southwest. He made a bundle from the store before selling it to a national chain. The transaction doubtless left much of the chain's stock in Goldwater's safe deposit box. THUS IT IS OBVIOUS that Goldwater's present financial position wasn't achieved by overcoming an academic deficit. He didn't exactly claw his way to the fiscal peaks, and he has provided no example of hard work or inventive genius. He merely accepted a lot of money, which continued to roll in while he campaigned for the Senate. I would think that a person who has experienced no "hard knocks" shouldn't be rewarded with one of Comstock's diplomas, which clearly bear the words, "Hard Knocks". But, of course, the medicine show belongs to Comstock, whose rise to social, literary, and financial heights wasn't hampered by his degree from Marshall College, as the school was known in his undergraduate days. In defense of formal education, I will say this: Comstock is smarter than Goldwater, works harder than Goldwater, and is more acquisitive than Goldwater. Comstock is about as smart, hard working, and acquisitive as any man I have ever known. He has furiously mined the rich lode of anti-intellectualism in West Virginia, making a dollar here and a dollar there with his unvarying theme -- a little old one-room school in the woods is superior to a big brick school in the city. IT IS THIS KIND of whole-grain flap- doodle that warms the Appalachian heart. It makes otherwise sensible men and women stand in line to receive from the hands of a college graduate a certificate which subtly asserts that they are better persons for having escaped college. The University of Hard Knocks is a brilliant promotional scheme, feeding upon the inferiority complexes and defensiveness of many who lack schooling. It hasn't damaged the public relations of the college-bred politicians who invariably show up for the university's dinners, either. I believe, however, that Comstock erred when he honored Goldwater at commencement exercises here last week, and might even have threatened the integrity of a spectacle founded on the concept of "hard knocks" Goldwater toiled not, neither did he spin. He inherited. You don't have to be a college graduate to know that good fortune usually is disptached willy-nilly from the Ifrave, without regard to the virtues of the heirs.