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fcS 1 Covering the Undercover Men 1 rvr' Frustrated? Snarled in COmvilaint? Pcrhrnv A or aklauhiinrtbuttt 17 huge num6r 0 inquiries we receive daily toe can't attempt to solve everybddy's problems. Our stflff works hard to provide as many solutions as it can. Phon. Action Una by Jibing 444-4424 room 9 p.m. Monday flUf OR Writ Action Um, OtVltni TribuM, P.O.

In 50t, Oakland Calif. 404. Red tape? Got a problem bells from a 1868. The was in 1886, GRIN AND BEAR IT By Lichty OTHER person," Captain Jacks snapped back. "You guys'd be surprised just who we have on the payroll.

4 Can I level with you off the record?" Everyone nodded. "Well," he said, "just to name a few of our boys in there, we got Officer Humphrey, Officer McCarthy, Officer McGovern, Off "Captain Jacks," a newsman interrupted, "do you mean to say that these candidates are work next date of record we found when a tax election' was held to raise $1,000 to expand the original school house. The school's records were given to Castro Valley Unified, when Palomares became part of that district, and they only go back to 1890. You really would be doing the school a favor if you gaveitabirthdate! acf01 TO I ordered a set of bar muscle builder in Brooklyn last March and all I got was the sleeve. If the company shipped the rest, it was not insured, so I suppose I'm just out the money.

Unless you can exercise your secret powers. Mrs. It. Richmond. ing for you?" "That's an I'm gomg 10 tell you," he replied, winking devilish-, iy- "Just one more question on the subject, Captain.

Do you have er, Officer Johnson by any chance?" "Right." "You do?" "Sure, Pete Johnson, 21st Precinct." The reporter sighed. "Oh." Captain Jacks added that virtually everyone connected with the convention-was being followed by a plainclothes- man. "For instance," he said, ''see that ordinary guy over there leaning against a wall and reading a newspa- per upside down? Well, he ain't really reading that paper. He's following me." Writ nnlv that the fantain nnintfl The really important thing about the Democratic convention this time is the amount of security necessary to even hold a Democratic convention this time. Restrictions are so tight that po- lice didn't want to let ol Les Maddox in, but then he armed his staff with ax handles and they remembered who he was.

He's the guy in favor of Law Order. Law for the whites and order for the blacks. Not only are the policemen as thick as, well, fleas around the convention hall, but there are also soldiers present to back them up. And in addition, President Johnson has offered to bomb parts of Chicago if the legitimate government of Illinois requests it. Captain John J.

(Cracker) Jacks is in charge of police security for the convention, and yesterday he outlined for the press the depth and scope of that security. "We have plainclothes policemen in every nook and cranny of this building," he said grandly. "We have them in all sizes and all shapes. Here, take a look." He reached into his pocket and brought out a policeman just two inches tall. "This here is Officer Brown," he said, "a cranny man." And then he reached into the other pocket and brought out a policeman four inches tall.

"And this is Officer Smith, a nook specialist." "Wow," said a reporter incredulously, "how did you get them that small?" "Soak 'em in lemon juice," said Captain Jacks, "and they shrink." He put the officers back in his pockets. Another reporter asked if it were true that every third person at the convention was a plainclothes cop. "Every And iff nonsense to think of building obsolescence into our set when the networks are gladly putting it in their programs!" ART BUCHWALD 1 1 out, but in some cases there are cops following suspicious individuals who are themselves undercover men specially trained to act the part of suspicious individuals. "Captain," said Walter man at the press "you're doing an incredible job. Thank you for your time today." "My pleasure, Officer Cronkite." And as Captain Jacks walked away, the man reading the newspaper upside down folded it and followed him and a reporter got up and followed him and a -delegate followed him and.

almtz Now, Hubert, Let's Be Practical About This I have seven children and am disabled. The only income I have is $400 a month from my ex-husband. Four of my children are asthmatics and one has a heart condition. Out of the $400 I have to pay $180 a month rent. After I pay medical bills don't have much to live on.

Please help. I can't stand to hear the children crying any longer. Mrs. D. Newark.

Your current income is greater than what welfare assistance would be, but the Alameda County Welfare Department has put your family on the medical program, is looking for less expensive housing for you, and is attempting to find employment for your oldest daughter as a means of helping your family out financially. While I was traveling through the Southwest a service station in a small town in Arizona installed some parts in my car which I later found out were really unneeded and overly-expensive. I believe I was taken as I know little about cars. Can you hurry on this one as I'm moving to Boston pretty soon. G.

Albany. t. We presented your problem to the oil company that granted the franchise to the service station. As a goodwill gesture the company is returning part of the money you spent for the parts. My husband made two custom Bowie knives for a man who agreed to pay $400 for them.

We sent the knives by mail last March, but the customer refuses to pay us or even answer our letters. He hung np on us, when we tried to call him in Southern California. We're moving and desperately need the money. Mrs. H.

Mountain Ranch. You have it. I have a $3 promissory note Issued by the Dubuque Central Improvement Co. of Dubuque, Iowa, in 1857, payable at 10 per cent interest I figure it's worth around $110,000. M.D., San Leandro.

Nice try. The company went out of business in 1907. HARRE DEMORO Calling the Mini-Rail Buffs You are lifting at last. The company says the whole set was shipped but the main part" was apparently lost in the mail. So as a public relations gesture, it is sending you another set.

Postal workers are getting some exercise, too. The service at the bank in our area is pretty poor. Of the several windows only a few are staffed even at times of heavy business. Many times there are employes doing nothing while we stand in long lines. Doesn't the bank care? patrons, Oakland.

It certainly does care. A senior vice president was "distressed" to hear of these problems and took immediate corrective action. The staff will be beefed up, an express window will be established, the time-consuminglale of money orders will be confined to one window on an experimental basis, and employe lunch hours will be altered slightly. I was in the military service from March, 1920, to April, 1923. Am I entitled to any kind of a pension as a result of this service? C.

Clearlake Oaks. Yours is considered peacetime service and thus you would not qualify for a Veterans Administration pension or burial allowance. Hospitalization for peacetime veterans is limited to those conditions which have been designated as service connected. You will find Veterans Administration Fact Sheet IS-1 helpful and it can be obtained from the Veterans Administration, Regional Office, 49 Fourth San Francisco, Calif. 94103.

action fno Our amateur theatrical group, The Chanticleers, uses the old Palo-mares School in Castro Valley to stage our We believe the school was built in 1868, but need an exact date of either the beginning of construction or the dedication of the completed school, so we can celebrate its centennial. Can you help us in this quest? D.L., Livermore. You may have to pick your own date and probably no one could say you were wrong. We checked with everyone we could think of, and a few more and could only determine that the school district was formed March 28, had built for service at the 1915 World's Fair in San Francisco. For a while MacDermot ran one of his engines and some coaches at the Alameda Zoological Park, today Knowland Park.

I can remember how the crowds flocked to the park during World War II to ride the little train. My father acted as conductor and I never forgave MacDermot, who let me call him "Uncle Louis," for not letting me ride in the locomotive cab. He was afraid I'd get hurt. I probably would have. MacDermot died in 1948 and Jones acquired the locomotives and cars.

However, Mac-Dermot's equipment was slightly larger than Jones' and ran on rails spaced 19 inches apart, an inch wider than the track in the Los Gatos prune orchard. Jones 0 i i some of MacDermot's passenger cars for use behind the Venice engine. Some of MacDermot's beautiful steam locomotives were renovated, and a few eventually were sold. Jones was never able to successfully use MacDermot's locomotives and for a they were stored in the workshop, where steam engine addicts came on CHICAGO One of Hubert Humphrey's most important decisions if he wins the Democratic nomination is to choose a vice presidential candidate. Many names have been dropped in the hopper, but Humphrey has still been unable to make up his mind.

Last week he consulted with leaders of the party, governors, mayors, senators and even with President Lyndon. Johnson. While his conversations with all of them were off the record I managed to get a transcript of what is said to have been his talk with President Johnson. "Hubert, Ah hear you're having trouble finding the right man for Vice President." "Yes sir, Mr. President.

It isn't easy." "Ah don't imagine it is. Ah've been giving it a lot of thought mahself, and it seems to me the man you want should have experience in the executive branch of the government, should know the ins and outs of the Vietnamese war, and should have his finger on the problems of law ana order." "I agree with you, Mr. President, but where do I find such a man?" "Ah also feel he should have been a Vice President at one time so he knows what the job's all about." "But there is no one living who has already been Vice President of the United States except Richard Nixon, Henry Wallace, Harry Truman and and and oh, no." "Hubert, why are you stuttering?" "Mr. President, you weren't thinking of you couldn't be I mean "Let's be practical about this Hubert. Ah said Ah would never run for President of the United States.

But Ah never said Ah wouldn't run for Vice President." 1 "Why on earth would you want to be Vice President after being President of the United States?" "Ah like Washington, Hubert, and as far as Ah'm concerned it doesn't make any difference if you're President THE BETTER HALF or Vice President. Ah've always considered the two jobs interchangeable." "You have?" "Now don't look so surprised. Ah'm not trying to sell myself, Hubert, but Ah think Ah could be a great service to you. For one thing Ah could unite ail the elements of the party. As your vice presidential candidate Ah could defend mah administration a lot easier than you could.

And, thirdly, you've got to admit unlike the Republican's man, Ah'm a household name." "That you are. But it seems to me, Mr. President, it would be so embarrassing for you to take second place on the ticket." "Hubert, you've known me long enough to know titles don't bother me. We could work as a team the way we have been doing. Ah could take a lot of things off your shoulders." "Such as what?" "Ah could take the war and peace negotiations off your hands; Ah could worry about the economy; Ah could deal with the civil rights issue.

Ah could meet with the Soviets, and Ah could address joint sessions of Congress; stuff like that which would leave you free to be President of all the people." "I don't know what to say, Mr. President. I owe you so much I hate to ask you to do anything more for me." "Horsefeathers, Hubert. You don't owe me anything. You earned a crack at the Presidency by just being yourself.

If you don't want me to be your Vice President, Ah'll certainly understand." "Of course, I want you to be my Vice President, Mr. President. Nothing would honor me more than to have you on the ticket. It's just that that." "Speak up, Hubert." "With all your grandchildren and everything, won't the White House be very crowded?" "Ah thought of that Hubert, and Ah've ordered them to fix up Blair House for you 'and Muriel, across the street." Copyright IMS, Tht WtihlngtM Port Co. -By Bob Barnes Sound Off In this day of adverse publicity for teen-agers I like to think of two who came to the aid of my elderly mother when she fell in front of her house.

They called for an ambulance and comforted her until it came. There was nothing in the paper about that. R.F., Oakland. Works, Lives and Gives He'd sit on the wooden bench in front of his workshop and nod hello to the visitors. He seemed to be always smiling.

Billy Jones, a kindly man who lived in Los Gatos and spent many of his retirement years brightening lives of others, died earlier this year. He was 83. And a group is hoping that this man, who was the hero of many a small boy, will not be forgotten by the people of Los Gatos. Jones, an engineer for the Southern Pacific, purchased a miniature steam locomotive in 1941 that had been used as a "streetcar" in the town of Venice, outside Los Angeles. Since Jones often was at the throttle of the SP's huge steam locomotives, he had the little engine, which stands about waist high, painted in the flashy orange paint scheme of the big railroad's "Daylight" streamliners.

By 1947, Jones had enough track spiked in place so the little steamer could loop around his prune orchard north of town. Jones knew Louis M. Mac-Dermot of Oakland. MacDer-mot was a master craftsman and still owned five locomotives and a substantial number of passenger cars that he I ANN 'At first I DEAR ANNLANDERS: Since guns are a popular topic of conversation these days this letter won't sound quite so foolish as it might have six months ago. My sister-in-law Agatha has always been a kook but I was able to overlook her crazy ways until three weeks ago.

Agatha came over with her boyfriend, Randy, and in the middle of a sociable conversation she pulled a pistol out of her purse and aimed it at me. At first I thought it was a toy. I told her to stop kidding around. She said, "This is no toy, it's the real thing" and sure enough it was. Randy told her to cut the clowning and he pressed her hand to the floor to make her drop the pistol.

It went off and now .1 have a big hole in my rug. I nearly fainted in the bargain. I don't want that nut coming over here any more with loaded pistols but I'm afraid to say anything. She says she got a permit to carry a gun when someone tried to grab her purse two years ago and now she. carries it with her at all times.

What can I do? S.O.S. pilgrimages to admire them. Jones, who lost two sons in World War II, ran his little railroad as a public service. If you wanted to help pay the locomotive fuel, there was a big: glass jar for donations. Jones would talk about his: .1 1 1 aays on uie jramuau turn uuw he began as roustabout and engineer on the old South Pacific Coast Railroad, which: ran between Santa Cruz and-Alameda.

Following his death, the Billy Jones Wildcat Railroad a non-profit corporation, was formed and is trvinz to raise funds to buy the railroad and relocate it in a park as a memorial to Jones. If they are successful, Billy Jones will be remembered every time the steam whistle of his little engine echoes through that park. Quirks in The News DENVER Don't raise the bridge, lower the house. Police said truckers moving a bungalow had to chop off its roof peak recently when it got-stuck under the Valley High- way overpass. mother kept making hurtful remarks about her size.

May I present another side of the same story? When I married two years ago I a i a 13-year-old stepdaughter who weighed 180 pounds. Lord knows I tried everything under the sun to get her on a diet, but no luck. If shopping was painful to her, let me assure you it was ago-: ny for me. A size 10 stepmother who tries to outfit a baby elephant can have a very rough time. When she became 1 1 1 1.

a a 44ut mIm woman kept bringing hi matronly styles instead of cute girlish things, I could scarcely tell her they don't make teenage styles in size 44. Finally I had to say, "Honey, Til love you no matter how large you are, but please shop by yourself." Get the picture, Ann? I hope so. I am tired of being called a witch. CONNECTICUT Dear Conn: Yes, I get. the picture and it's not very pretty.

Have you presented the picture to someone who can help this unfortunate girl with her problem? I hope so. CopyrWrt 1MI, PubHthtrvttoll Syndicate wmrmm HAL BOYLE kill, He NEW YORK "I've never had a golf club in my hands, and if I keep my senses I never will," said the old man in the white suit and the black string tie. His ruddy cheeks flushed, his fine white mustache and trim white goatee vibrated as he stamped his black silver handled cane to the floor and added: "Work is the basis of living. I'll never retire. A man'll rust out quicker than he'll wear out Anybody who does nothing every day but go hunting or fishing is no good to the nation.

He might as well pass on." At 77, Col. Harland Sanders a Kentucky colonel, sun, whose chief battlefield is life has become one of the most familiar commercial folk figures of our time. The colonel is, first of all, a symbol of Kentucky fried chicken. But to nearly 20 million U.S. senior citizens he is also a living symbol of success after 65, the age at which he emerged from near bankruptcy and went on to become "I went from rags to riches, and now I'm on my way back," quipped the colonel at a luncheon at which he passed up chicken livers in favor, of two fried soft-shelled crabs.

He still gets $40,000 plus ex- LANDERS thought it was a toy' Dear S.O.S.: Tell nutty Agatha if she wants to visit your home she'll have to check her pistol at the door. In the meantime ask the police to find out If she has a gun permit. If she hasn't you will Ann Londers will be glad to help you with your problems. Send them to her at Box 3346, Chicago, III, 60654, enclosing a stamped, self-addressed envelope. have done your duty and taken one potentially dangerous gun oat of circulation.

Then there'll be only 4,999,999 to go. And please, friends, I don't need any more letters telling me guns don't kin people people kill people. Atomic bombs don't kill people either. It's the people who drop them that I worry about DEAR ANN LANDERS: I can't get that letter out of my mind the one from the overweight 16 -year -old girl who was embarrassed by her mother when they went shopping together. It seems her for traveling some 225,000 miles annually as goodwill ambassador for the firm to which he sold his secret chicken seasoning recipe.

That company, Kentucky Fried Chicken grossed some $333.5 million in the last fiscal year, and its nearly licensees sold more than 300 million chickens. Left fatherless early, Sanders started doing the family cooking at 7 while his mother worked in a cannery. At 10 he was Tired from a $2-a-month farm job because the farmer thought he spent too much time watching birds and squirrels. "I vowed then I'd never loaf another day in my life," he recalled. Over the years young Harland was a plowman, a buggy painter, a streetcar conductor a railroad fireman.

He also sold tires, insurance and acetylene lamps. At 40, after failing in the garage business, he opened a small filling station and restaurant in Corbin, Ky. "I figured that people, no matter how bad times got, would always need food and gasoline." he said. He experimented with fried chicken, developed his own seasoning. Business flourished, and he built a motel "the first modern one east of the Mississippi." But a new highway bypassed his location.

At 65 he was broke. Then he got the idea of going around the country selling his fried chicken formula. His financial springboard was his first Social Security check for $105. wife stayed home and made the seasoning, and I hit the road," he said. "I told the people who wanted my recipe they could have it for five cents a chicken, I left it up to them to figure what they owed me.

"People are honest if you trust them. I don't think anyone ever beat me out of a nickel." Four years ago the colonel sold out his American rights for $2 million. He since has sold his Canadian rights for another $2 million, which he gave to religious and charitable organizations. He also has helped pay for the upkeep of 254 foster children around the world, and has given $370,000 for scholarships to students who agree to refrain from smoking. The colonel hopes to live to be 100, and this is his philosophy: "Always keep working at something every day.

No matter how feeble you feel, you've always got the strength to do something." TIN AlMlt4 fm "You're quite attractive in it, but I already have a dog.".