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Freeport, Illinois
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Monday, July 7, 1975
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AN INDEPENDENT NEWSPAPER Published daily except Sunday and six legal holidays by The Freeport Journal-Standard Publishing Company FREEPORT JOURNAL-STANDARD MONDAY, JULY 7, 1975 FREEPORT. ILLINOIS Where Is The Spirit? "• Settlements of public employe strikes in New York City and •Pennsylvania over the weekend have avoided situations where the reduction of basic services might have become so critical as to re:quire the calling of National Guard troops from other areas. That would have added insult to injury to citizens and officials responsible for the labor problems. San Francisco Mayor Joseph Alioto says the plight of New York is one that other municipalities of the nation cannot ignore. The nation's mayors, meeting in Boston, have endorsed the Alioto proposal for more federal government aid for the cities. But the conflict between public interest and employe responsibility in New York has yet to be fully understood. The Christian Science Monitor, in a thoughtful editorial about the New York situation, said, "Somewhere there has to be a balance between the individual civil servant's need and the public's ability to pay. There also has to be willingness of city governments to hold out against strikers who defy public order and safety ..." ; While labeling the New York problem as an unbelievable demonstration of the American capacity to do everything contrary to reason at times, it should be said that the refusal of the Policemen's Union to join the sanitation workers and other public servants who walked out is commendable. Policemen say their first obligation is to the public, and that is noteworthy in this age of self-serving positions taken by unions with members who are supposed to serve at the public's pleasure. Of course, it must be understood that most of us regard the New York dilemma as one fortunately far removed from us and one not worth headaches on a muggy day. The subject is. of interest to all municipal governments in the country. It is apparently at the city level of government where the inflation pinch is hurting.the most, although other publicly supported endeavors such as education, county government and park districts are having to trim sails in various ways. ... ' . There is another irony in tne New York story which must make property owners there want to do permanent headstands. This year real estate taxes were increased by,about 6f>per cent, but obviously the proceeds from that hike have not resolved the economic duress. But why, taxpayers ask, should we pay more for the privilege of owning property when the people who are supposed to work for our city stick up their noses at our,needs arid theirs, too? The question is a basic one that is being asked in places outside of New York. Land Use For Waste Environmentalists are forced to make hard choices in some cases. One of the most perplexing is the use of land for disposal of accumulated wastes. Though the desire is to save the land for nobler uses, such as raising food and for recreation,: both .values must yield before the desire to keep the air unpolluted by burning wastes of .various sorts.' • The dilemma is worst, of course, about the biggest cities, where urban sprawl, the proliferation of subdivisions and the spread of industry have retired immense acreages from agriculture. But it is most keenly felt by the people of the farming regions, where the farmers behold with their own eyyes the increasing relegation of lands that once raised food or supported timber growth, to landfills for solid waste. The spread in size and number of landfills must not be allowed to reach a point of no return, which might actually occur in fewer years than might be supposed. Landfills that were presumed to be available for seven years are now discovered to have .a life span of not more than three. Part of this is due to the packaging of foodstuffs in ways that ease housewifely cooking chores, but at a cost of plastics and certain metals. Part is due to the accepted practice of scrapping old appliances, ranging from cars to refrigerators to toasters, rather than go through the expense of keeping them in repair. , Ultimately, it would seem, the answer must be supplied by the scientists and inventors'. As they have invented more and more objects of commerce, so they must invent ways and means of disposing of them when their usefulness has ended. And they must do this without consuming too much arable or recreation land, and without filling the atmosphere with noxious emissions harmful to health and comfort. It sounds like an enormous challenge. But nothing seems possible until it has been achieved. What is really disturbing is that there is so much more pressure from the environmentalists for creating more and more landfills than pressure for devising ways and means of incineration without doing violence to the air we breathe. One is certainly as much in the public interest as the other. Choosing Between Hates It often seems that the world Has come to an unbearable pass when we in the United States, the world's most, conspicuous and longest-lived example of democratic government, are forced to make, an intolerable choice among other peoples and governments for friendship and alliance. The choice we have to make in seeking friends and allies is not of finding those we love and admire the most, but of those we hate the least. Korea is not the only example, but it is certainly one of the most striking. There has been talk for years of the authoritarian dictatorship of President Park, South Korea's inflexible ruler. Civil liberties of the sort our own U.S. Supreme Court repeatedly finds is need of respect and reaffirmation, are ignored or openly violated. But United States troops remain on Korean soil, left there since the police action of post-World War II days, when we supplied the major portion of the military force which prevented the downward sweep of the Communists in a take-over of the entire Korean peninsula. It is the presence of that military force which has thus far frustrated the ambition of the Communist dictator of North Korea to take over all of Korea. That ambition has seemed nearer to realization since the Communist government of North Vietnam succeeded in driving out the anti-Communist government of South Vietnam, together with its American protectors and sponsors. Japan keeps a weather eye upon us in Korea, because of the permanent threat to Japanese independence and democracy from an established totalitarian government only a short distance across the water from the Japanese archipelago. Japan, still undergoing transformation from medieval traditions of life and government, is internally vexed by a Communist-oriented movement at home which looks with more hope and approval to the People's Republic of China than to the faraway United States. And our most dependable ally thus far is President Park of South Korea, whose methods are repugnant to our ideals. 'All'We Need Is A " WHY CAN'T YOU <3ET INTO STEP MTH THE REST OF U*?" Heat In Press Kitchen Bothers Ron Nessen WASHINGTON - One day shortly after Harry Truman took over as President of the United States, Bess Truman was cooking him some veal stew. It was summer and unfortunately the air conditioning had gone out. Bess was irritable and yelled, "My, it's hot in here." Harry who also Was irritable yelled back, ,"If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen." Bess stomped out and Harry went hungry that night. I couldn't help thinking of Harry' Truman's remark when I read about ART BUCHWALD Ron Nees"en's disenchantment with the press. When you think about White House news, you have to think about the kitcheVi. Every day the President's press secretary is supposed to cook up news for 40 to 50 regular White House reporters. In the days of Eisenhower, Kennedy and even Johnson, the correspondents, with one or two exceptions, ate up everything that was served to them. Some of them wound up with indigestion. But they never complained because they were always hungry for news and Jim Hagerty, Pierre Salinger and Bill Moyers were able to whip up enough hash to satisfy them and their readers. Never Knew Then came Ron Ziegler. Although Ziegler was supposed to be the head chef, he never knew what Nixon's staff were cooking up in the kitchen. They would hand him a mess of pottage to take out to the press. "What is it?" he would ask, and they would tell him, "Steak." Like a dummy, Ziegler would go out. and tell the correspondents he was giving them Grade A certified beef. For a while the reporters ate it. But then they started getting stomach pains and complained to Ziegler that he was feeding them garbage. This hurt Ziegler's professional pride, but everyone from President Nixon on down refused to change the menus. One day they sent out cornmeal,'the next day dog food and the third day thin gruel that had been condemned by the Food and Drug Administration. "We can't live on this daily diet," the reporters screamed at Ziegler. "Give us something we can get our teeth into." More Acrimony Ziegler ignored their pleas, and the daily feeding of the press became more and more acrimonious. Pretty soon the correspondents were throwing , the stuff back in, Ziegler's face, and he'd walk out of the press room with egg all over it. Finally the White House press corps decided to brown bag it and accept nothing the Nixon administration served up to them. As each White House cook was forced to resign, the heat in the kitchen got worse. In fact, it got so bad that even President Nixon decided he could not stand it and he got out for good. So then came Ron Nessen. (J.erry terHorst made a few meals, but when he and President Ford could not agree on the ingredients of a briefing he resigned.) ^ Delicious Occasions Nessen thought he could make the. press briefings delicious occasions for everybody. He served up what he considered choice cuts of information and buttery items of news. He was certain every time he threw the press a bone, they would believe it was chicken. But unfortunately the White House correspondents had been -burned by the Nixon administration and were still suspicious. 1 This lack of confidence seemed to be getting to Nessen. "I work day and night to feed them and 1 get nothirig -but complaints. How can I cook up stories if they say I lied about the recipes?" It's a good question that, only a Harry Truman could answer. And it stands now, every time Nessen comes out and says, "I have a juicy tidbit for all of you," some joker in the back always yells out, "I say it's spinach and I say the hell with it." Los Angeles Times Law For Today Tax In Another State Q. .If I wire an order for flowers through my local florist, but the order is filled in another state, am I subject to the Illinois sales tax or the tax in the state where the order is actually being filled? A. State law specifically stipulates that a-transaction with an Illinois florist is a "sale at retail," even though delivery of the merchandise may occur out of state. - Illinois State Bar Assn. EDITORIALS AND COLUMNS The opinions of The Journal- Standard are expressed in the editorial columns on the left-hand side of the page. The.6pinions expressed by the •various syndicated columnists are their own, ar\d no endorsement of their various views which often conflict - should be inferred. With Richard Nixon out of the picture, if he is, who has been around longest and most prominently in American politics? Hubert Horatio Humphrey, that's who, and he's looking good, feeling healthy, and turning down more invitations to speak, he says, than most-Senators receive -."Even though, you know, when it comes to speaking, I guess I'm kind of an addict." And indeed, at the drop of a hat, Mr. Humphrey will still tell you stories about being mayor of Minneapolis, and TOM WICKER how as John Kennedy's primary opponent in 1960 he began to get a gut feeling that Mr. Kennedy was "taking hold," but that if only Lyndon Johnson had been, willing to pump up farm prices a little in the fall of '68 things might have been different on election day against Mr. Nixon. A political buff still has to look hard in Washington to find a more engaging hour than one spent with Hubert Humphrey, who has figured importantly in every Democratic convention since 1948, and every Presidential election since 1960. And since the passions of Vietnam in 1968 have considerably cooled and'no commanding-Democrat has appeared to dominate talk of 1976, some are even saying that maybe the party ought to turn again to HHH, its oldest head and most experienced campaigner. But Mr. Humphrey insists he's not one of them. He'd still like to be President and concedes he thinks about it more often than he should, but as for running again? In the primaries? "Why do I need that?" he says - and launches upon a passionate and convincing denunciation of the squalors of political fund-raising. The facts that he is still in debt from earlier campaigns, that members of his 1972 staff have been found guilty of fund-raising violations, have had a profoundly depressing psychological effect on"him, he insists. "And besides that," he says, ;,'run-. ning - it's just an ordeal, you know?-I want to live a little." -What all this means for 1976, Mr. Humphrey explains, is that he has no intention of entering any primaries. He does not intend to wait until April or May, then leap into the California and other late primaries. If that were in his mind, he explains, he's have to be starting now to raise money, build an organization, but he's not doing it, and won't. What he will do - "and give it my best shot" - is accept the nomination if the convention deadlocks and the party leaders'flffer it to him. But that, Mr. Humphrey thinks, is not going to happen."You don't get something you don't work for. You can't just sit back and wait. It doesn't work that way. It won't come to you for nothing." So if he won't enter the primaries, and if the convention .won't turn to someone who hasn't made the race, Hubert Humphrey is out of it, and just as happy to be. All he wants is one more term in the Senate, for which he'll also have .to compete in 1976, and.' at the end of which he'd be seventy* years old. ^ Sounds Convincing •'••' That's what the man says, anyway, and it sounds convincing and sensible*' and he looks you in the eye when he ; ; says he's leveling, and no doubt he is:-' But everything about Hubert Humph-'-' rey tells you also that he's a war horse, a contender. "Muskie and me," he' f > says, "we're kind of stars, not big' : stars, but we've been up there in the front row." And not many who've beert- there are ever again content with seats-•' in the back of the house. The big star, of course, is Edward Kennedy, but Mr. Humphrey takes him at his word that he's not running either. He does believe that if the lead- -\ ers of a deadlocked convention turned to Mr. Kennedy, as they, probably would, he would, have no real choice , but to accept the nomination. But long %< experience warns Mr. Humphrey that it is not likely to happen that way. :-... "None of these fellows who're running has taken hold yet," he says. "But . by April, early May - somebody will • have done, well in enough primaries for attention to begin to center on him. > Then his picture will be on a news-, magazine cover, and he'll go up in the-*;/ polls and begin to take hold.!' And that j candidate will go on to win the nomination at the convention, Mr. Humph-, • rey thinks. :•.;' Confront Him • . v .r: He concedes that Governor George .. Wallace of Alabama will do well in the primaries but thinks "the way to deaj. , with Wallace is to confront him on the> issues." Mr. Wallace, in this view, may '(. even "force out a leader on the issues" among the other candidates, "and make these {primaries be about som?-. thing" other than personalities. " ','.'. As for the Democratic party, Mr. Humphrey believes that after the upheavals of 1968 and 1972 "the militants" have had their impact and the party has accepted^necessary change; and "now it's a party again." He is not '• sure what effect powerful new state' 1 figures like Governors Carey of New ' York and Brown of California will ' have, and he sees the economy moving up enough, with a bit of priming from the administration, to make President', Ford a formidable candidate next! year. < -. ; "But the weather's clear and the track's fast and the conditions are ripe i; for the Democrats," the old cam- "! paigner. says./'All we need is a run- '. ner." That does not seem to be said wistfully. ' ..".'".. „-".' Sign Your^ Letters--x Anonymous letters to the editor will not be printed, nor read, If the absence of a signature Is immediately detected. When letters are signed and publishable, the name of the writer may sometimes be withheld, depending on the contents of the letter, but the request for withholding must be a reasonable one. THE BETTER HALF By Barnes 'You know, I'm thinking of going into the grass hula 'skirt business." Right In The Heart Of SCRABBLE, Va. - They say that up here in the boondocks, on the eastern slopes of the Blue Ridge Mountains, nothing much ever happens. That's true enough, if the only happenings worth your notice are Big Happenings - high court opinions, acts of Con-, statements from the White House. By that yardstick, our happenings are small potatoes. What happened in Rappahannock County in the week of the Fourth of July? Let's see. Five baby barn swaU lows hatched. The collies tangled with a couple of skunks. We put up 12 quarts of dill pickles and 18 pints of dilly beans. They had a hearing at the courthouse. On the Fourth, everyone who had a flag flew the flag. These are not events, mind you, to rank with Solzhenitzyn's address or Mrs. Gandhi's despotism or the fighting in Lebanon. Those events are important, and we learn something from them. We learn from the little things, too. Tuesday morning we drove into Washington, Va. - that's, our county seat, population 169 - for a hearing before the Board of Zoning Appeals. It was a summer morning suitable for framing: soft,sky, cool breeze, the ditchbanks alive with chipmunks and rabbits. The chicory, one of our prettiest wildflowers, is in bloom; the flow.- ers are as blue as a granddaughter's eyes. r • Once Lovely We took the Shade Road. Six months ago it was one of the loveliest country lanes in this part of Virginia. Then, without notice, warning or reason, crews from the highway department appeared. They revved up their power JAMES KILPATRICK saws and cut down a hundred trees, some of them three feet at the stump trees that had formed a Gothic arch across the winding road. This was done in the name of Progress, as part of a widening project. The vandals disappeared as abruptly as they had come, leaving an ugliness behind. But this morning we make a discovery. The amputated trees will not give up; they are putting out impertinent new growth. Vines have grown around the stumps. A small metaphor conies to mind: Wounds heal, scars subside, in time the broken heart is honey- suckled over;- life goes on. Our courthouse is old red brick, half- columned in white, resting comfortably in a grove of oaks. Outside are a couple of green sitting benches. Up a flight of worn stairs is the courtroom itself: a small bench, white painted; flags of the State and the Nation; a dozen wicker chairs for the jury;,a long table, ink-stained, for the lawyers; s a slant-top desk for the clerk. Is it any less important than the Supreme Court's marble hall? This is all the. average Rappahannocker will ever see of the Rule of Law. The courtroom is important to us. An Application On Tuesday the Board of Zoning Appeals was hearing an application, for a recreational area. The owners of the land want to bring in several hundred campers. Neighboring" owners object. In the week of the Fourth, the dispute evokes ancient issues. What do we mean by property rights? What do we mean by the right to pursue happiness? Is there a right to pursue happiness at others' expense? Our little county seat was laid out by George Washington himself. Philosophically, we are right back at his benchmarks. On the matter of the swallows, there is not much to report: only the miracle of birth and parentage, only the ribbon Matters spirals of father and mother, the gaping mouths of infancy. The skunks of Wednesday's combat were baby skunks with grown-up aromas; the two collies, old Lorenzo and young Piper were, first curious, then educated' briefly triumphant, finally shamefaced. The skunks are buried and the dogs are wiser. As Kurt Vonnegut says, so it goes. The pickling, proceeded while the television reported on a meeting of women liberationists: a tough bunch, fat-faced, thin-faced, mean-faced! grumbling at the oppressions of housewifery. Over, a steaming pot of spicy vinegar, a truly free woman glanced at the screen in cool contempt. This truly free woman had planted the cucumbers, harvested them on a summer morning.i prepared the brine, made the pickles: acts of creation, acts of love pickles by God and by choice. A strident Bella Abzug yells that women must "seize power." So it goes. Nothing much happens up here only life, birth, death, law, philosophy the harvest of a summer. That's how it - is in Scrabble. It's not what you would call one of the great news centers of the world, but it rests right in the heart of what matters. Washington Star Syndicate . . \

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