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EDITORIAL
a first step
We won't kid you: We're not exactly overjoyed
by the decision to abandon the police cooperation
agreement so painstakingly worked out by Dr.
Hugo V. Mailey and the Institute of Regional Af-
fairs. Quite frankly, we don’t think the officials of
Dallas Township, Dallas Borough and Kingston
Township have quite the experience or expertise in
formulating consolidated public service operations
that Dr. Mailey has, and we are inclined to think
that sooner or later, they’ll come to the same con-
clusion.
Still, we're not about to condemn the efforts
currently being made to provide the Back Moun-
tain area with better police service before they’ve
had a fair chance. Without a doubt, police commun-
ications on a 24-hour basis is a big improvement
over the on again-off again answering service
which has existed till now. But we're not about to be
lulled into thinking that a single round-the-clock
communications system will solve all the problems
encountered now by our inadequate, under-staffed
police departments. We agree with Dallas Borough
councilman Bill Berti when he says that it’s a “first
step” in achieving a joint police force. But that’s all
it is . . . a first step.
We have been assured by Dallas Borough coun-
cil president Ed Delaney that a true merged police -
force will be a reality by next year, that the ‘first
step’’ will indeed be followed by other steps. We un-
derstand that Dallas Borough mayor Stephen Hart-
man, ‘Kingston Township supervisor Richard
Mathers and Dallas Township supervisor Philip
Walter will be meeting together to hammer out an
agreement to provide consolidated police service
for the Back Mountain community.
We'll keep you posted.
on the last day. . .
(The following was written by an unknown
author and carries no title. It was first found in
the back of a small rural church, and there
was no date.)
In the end, there was the Earth, and it was with
~ form and beauty. And man dwelt upon the lands of
the Earth, and he said, “Let us build our dwellings
in this land of beauty.”” And he built cities and
covered the Earth with concrete and steel. And the
meadows and the trees were gone and man said,
“It is good.”
On the second day, man looked upon the waters
of the Earth and man said, ‘Let us put our waste in
our waters and the dirt will be washed away.” And
man did. And the waters, the rivers and the lakes,
‘became polluted and foul in their color and smell.
And man said, “It is good.”
On the third day, man looked upon the forests
of the Earth and saw that they were beautiful. And
man said, “Let us cut the timber for our homes and
grind the wood for our use.” And man did. And the
lands became barren and the trees were gone. And
man said, “It is good.”
On the fourth day, man saw that the animals
were in abundance and ran in the fields and played
in the sun. And man said, “Let us cage these
‘animals for our amusement and kill them for our
" sport.” And man did. And there were no more
~ animals on the face of the Earth. And man said, “It
is good.”
On the fifth day, man breathed the air of the
Earth. And man said, “Let us dispose of our wastes
in the air for the winds shall blow them away.’’ And
man did. And the air became heavy with smoke and
dust. The sun could not be seen and the winters be-
came long and cold. And man said, “It is good.”
On the sixth day, man saw himself; and seeing
the many peoples, their languages, their colors, he
feared and hated. And man said, “Let us build
great machines and bombs;”’ and the Earth was
fired with the rage of great wars. And man said, “It
is good.”
On the seventh day, man rested from his labors
and the Earth was still, for man no longer dwelt
upon the Earth. And it was good.
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THE DALLAS POST, JUNE 25, 1970
thissa 'n thatta:
Nader vs. G.M.
by The Gaffer
I can’t find my clipping about a gal who
died at the age of 100 years up around Forest
City not very long ago, but I still have the one
about Mrs. Gertrude Powell who died at home
in Milwaukee in her 101st year and a very
recent one about Mrs. John Barrett, who cele-
brated her 100th birthday over in White
Valley and who is still going strong.
This makes at least 10 local centenarians
in the last year since all the hullabaloo about
pollution from automobiles and smoke and
junked cars and chewing gum wrappers be-
came a good subject for the hysterical and the
politicians to shout about.
I agree with the unsightliness of all these
including diesel smoke billowing from one of
the road behemoths and the black exhaust
from a car that needs a ring job, but the pro-
cession of citizens passing the hundred year
mark makes me a little skeptical about the
deleterious effect on human life of an empty
beer bottle along the road.
Clean things up and maintain them, sure,
but let us not get all worked up about it
scaring everybody into thinking their days
are numbered. All I ask is a little calmness.
Leading all of this hysteria is Ralph
‘Nasser or Nader or whatever it is, who peri-
odically tells us what is wrong with industry
and our government and everything else
about it.
What is more, he has gathered about him
a parcel of apostles, who look on him as the
saviour of our national health and who spread
his gospel to the uttermost reaches of our
land.
Nader and his “raiders” are simply great
at telling us what is wrong with us. They also
tell us how to correct it, except that they don’t
tell us where the money is coming from to
make the changes they advocate.
Why, might I ask, do they not design a
safe automobile and put it on the market or
again, why do they not open up a coal mine
and mine it according to their ideas of mine
safety?
That is the American way of doing things.
Henry Ford got some ideas about designing
and manufacturing automobiles and Tom
Edison had some notions about improving our
lighting, so they went to work and made a
fortune in the process of showing the world
that they knew what they were talking about.
The field is wide open to Ralph and his
apostles to start a company and prove that
they can make a fortune by putting their cri-
tical ideas into a new product.
Well, I am willing to bet a hundred dollars
to an empty beer bottle that they don’t and
won’t even try.
It is more sensible to work away at pollu-
tion on a day to day basis, doing what we can
afford to do and trying to keep one’s own en-
vironment as clean and presentable as possi-
ble, rather than getting all stirred up about it
and listening to the phonies like Nader who
are unable to do themselves what they
scream for everyone else to do.
Certainly the corporations are imperfect,
being made up of people, but Nader and his
apostles are also people and just as liable to
imperfections.
In my view there is less imperfection in ;
the man or men who have put America on .
wheels than there is in the man who simply
bellows that they didn’t do it right.
An example of this silly nonsense recently
took place when the zealots got hold of a few
shares of General Motors stock and proposed
that the giant corporation give board mem-
bership to three ‘representatives of the
public” and set up a shareholders committee
to “monitor the management in the areas of
GM's corporate responsibility to society as a
whole.”
There were also some representatives of
labor who demanded places on the board to
represent labor and a colored student who
wanted to know why there were no black di-
rectors on the board.
The chairman of the meeting told her that
no blacks had ever been nominated, which to
the average guy would sound like a pretty
good reason.
This meeting was dragged out for 61%
hours and would be going on yet if every ra-
dical had been given unlimited time to ex-
press his views.
John Gilbert and some of the other sensi-
ble critics of corporate manners was on hand,
but these people spoke in favor of the way GM
is being managed with exception of making
an effort to,cut down some of the salaries.
The top man draws down over 34 of a mil-
lion dollars per year and it seems to me that
John has a point there; however John is
working for the stockholders and not for the
transformation of the USA into a socialism.
Plainly, that is what the troublemakers in
- this country are trying to accomplish, helped
by a multitude of idiotic dupes who do not see
what is in the wind.
As Winston Churchill once said ‘‘Democ-
racy is the worst form of government in the
world; except all of the others.”
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@0 THe TAWER $&5T
The 17-year locusts began emerging in
my rosebushes about the time Mr. Nixon told
the nation he would go into Cambodia. At first
it was hard to identify what was happening; a
series of round holes appeared in the clay—
scores of them, and I had no idea what they
were. Then the drone started and has gone on
ever since. Individually the locusts are small
and insignificant but there are thousands and
millions of them; collectively every Washing-
ton suburb (and up and down the East coast)
hears the strange vibrant monotone.
At first your ear isn’t attuned; you don’t
hear it; then you ask why the odd quiet uproar
doesn’t go away—sometimes the pulsating
undertone becomes ominous. As boys, we put
our ear to the rail and could hear the train a
mile away ; not a note but a kind of vibration;
a warning. It is like that now.
A strange thing is that people coming out
of air-conditioned homes, like apartment
buildings or maybe the White House, haven’t
heard the sound at all. It is inaudible in the
city ; they wonder when you tell them about it.
But it is there, all right.
There is another ominous undertone in
the Washington atmosphere these days be-
_sides the locusts’ hum; it is, to change the
metaphor, bad news for America. One tries to
be cool and objective about it; this is too
serious for spite, or exaggeration. But the fact
is evident everywhere that the Nixon Admin-
istration’is in bad trouble and that is grave
news for all of us. The matter can be put in
various ways, the Administration has lost
touch with parts of the public; it has miscal-
culated; it is out of tune; it has a tin ear—yes,
that’s it, it has missed the sound of the locust.
The evidence of a jittery nation are
everywhere, no use to go through the list
again. Student unrest, racial unrest, econom-
ic distrubance—and war continues. Whatever
Mr. Nixon thought to do with the economy, it
hasn’t worked. There has been an erosion of
$250 billions in paper values on the stock
market since he took over.
This sounds like a partisan attack on the
Administration but it is not so intended. Mr.
Nixon didn’t start the war—he inherited it. He
didn’t start the inflation, either. That began
when Congress and President Johnson failed
to raise taxes adequate to pay for the war.
More recently, it is the Democratic Congress
that turned a “tax reform” bill into a tax-cut-
ting spree. Now some Democrats are gleeful-
ly rubbing their hands over the whole mess.
‘The Administration’s confusion is indi-
cated by backbiting and infighting among its
very members. Secretary Finch is undercut
and humiliated. Secretary Hickel can’t see
the President. Secretaries Rogers and Laird
are caught by surprise by Cambodia. Secre-
tary Romney, and Arthur Burns of the Fed.,
on ecomonic controls disagree with Treasury
Secretary Kennedy and Attorney General
Mitchell (who somehow gets into everything).
Meanwhile, there are continuing
resignations, and a really quite extraordinary
number of protests from civil servant groups
inside federal departments, roused out of
their customary sheep-like docility by a kind
of locust drone of anxiety. What would head-
line writers of 17 years ago make of this ?—250
State Department employees protest Cam- .
bodia; 65 civil rights lawyers in the Justice
Department protest softening of school de--
segregation; 2000 Health, Education and Wel-
fare employees petition Secretary Finch to
take a firmer stand on civil rights. No, these
are not normal times; Congress fairly crawls
with pleading undergraduates . . . these are
very extraordinary times indeed.
Guest editorials
To THE POST:
By now most poeple have forgotten about
the census and are sick and tired of hearing
about it. They aren’t half as sick and tired as I
am. I was a census enumerator.
In 1960 over five million people were
missed by the census tally. I'm willing to bet
about 50,000 will be missed in 1970 in the
Northeastern Pa. (Scranton) district alone,
due mainly to the inordinate stupidity of those
in charge.
The area I was to cover had a large num-
ber of summer homes. Although all dwellings,
vacant or not, were to be counted, half of
them did not appear on the illegible excuse of
amap I was given. My-second supervisor (the
first one had thrown in the towel) told me to
pretend I hadn’t seen them. For every ques-
tion or problem I had, I was told, “Don’t wor-
ry about it.”” Not only did I find it impossible
to do a thorough and accurate job, but I was
encouraged by my supervisor to “pad” my
expense record on the theory that stealing
This is no blanket indictment of an Ad-
ministration; for example, so far as I am con-
cerned, Mr. Nixon’s drive for a guaranteed
national income through his Family Assis-
tance Plan is still splendid and astonishing:
The Nixon Administration is the only boat we
have for the next 30 months, anyway. If it
founders we all drown. And yet there are
certain things which I would not have expect-
ed from on ordinary politician, attuned to his
era. I would not have expected him to watch
football on television while 250,000 war pro-
testers milled outside. I would not have ex-
pected him to drop the use of moral suasion as
a tool to halt excessive inflationary wage-
price increases ( “jaw-boning”’). I would not
resentment at a time of crisis. I would not
have supposed that he would send troops into
Cambodia at this juncture and crisis without
consulting the Senate in advance. Maybe one
off the cuff:
the easy life
by Bruce Hopkins
Being an apprentice with the New Jersey
Shakespeare Festival is one of those real snap
jobs. For example, the working day doesn’t
even begin until 10 a.m. Imagine that, I never
have to go to work until ten in the morning.
That’s when I have dancing class. :
Yeah, dancing. I’m sure those of you who
know me are now in hysterics. I mean can you
just picture this big hunk of man, Bruce P.
Hopkins, weighing in at a smashing 130
pounds, going through all those fascinating
dance steps? Well, it’s not really that funny.
This dancing class has a great deal to do with
muscle control. Although much of what we do
is similar to what one would do in a normal
dance class, much of it is meant to develop
coordination. Actually, it’s quite invigorat-
ing—especially first thing in the morning.
You do really neat things. For example, fol-
low the instructions as I give them to you:
Okay, ready? Sit down on the floor and
put your heels and soles of your feet together.
Now, keeping your back straight, bring the
feet up to your (pardon the expression)
crotch. Keep the heels and soles together at
all times. Okay, now we get to the hard part.
Keeping your back straight, press your knees
down toward the floor. Concentrate on putting
your knees all the way down to the floor. Now
unless you're an experienced dancer, you are
probably having a bit of trouble. You are also
probably having a bit of pain. Well, see, you
have to forget that the pain is there. Don’t
think about it. Ignore it. Just pretend it isn’t
there. !
That’s just one of the more simple exer-
cises we do. For an hour we do simple exer-
cises like that. They really make you feel
healthy, and they improve your posture, and
they develop your muscles. It’s really great.
Okay, so that’s the first hour of the day. It
isnow 11 a.m. From 11 until 1 p.m. we work at -
little things that must be done before the first
show opens June 30. One of these little things
that we have to do is build the theatre. You
see, the N.J. Shakespeare Festival is opening
in a brand new theatre in the old ballroom of
from the government was not the same as
stealing from one’s neighbors whose taxes
paid our salaries. :
Innumerable forms that were sent to the
wrong district were simply pitched in the
wastebasket instead of being forwarded to the
- right place. Many other families were pre-
vailed upon to fill out two census forms be-
cause their addresses were duplicated in two
districts. ?
The main reason for this tragicomedy of
the locust epidemic
or two of these things are explicable, but not
all of them.
I expect Mr. Nixon is going to pull U
troops out of Cambodia this month and clait
have believed hie would have failed to make
greater efforts to placate 20 million Blacks. I ,
would not have supposed he would loose Milf
Agnew on the nation, to churn up anger and
a great victory. He listened to military ad-
visers, discounted civilian warnings, went
into isolation and made his solitary decision.
From the Pentagon viewpoint he may even be
right. But at what a cost. Turning Vietnamese
loose in rival Cambodia is like turning Arab
guerrillas loose in Israel. He has spent a for-
tune of political capital. There is suspicion of
vacillation even so, in limiting, after the
stunning protest, the great ‘“clean-up’’ to 21.7
miles and two months. We shall hear the
locusts humming, I guess, for some time.
the Hotel Lafayette. This new theatre is still
being built. And we're building it. So until
lunchtime in the morning we paint and ham-) 4
mer and saw and hang lights and builc®)
scenery. Then we have our lunch hour. Now
from 2 p.m. until 6 p.m., we paint and ham-
mer and saw and hang lights and build
scenery. Then we eat supper until 7:30 p.m.
Now from 7:30 p.m. until 10 p.m. we paint and
‘hammer and saw and hang lights and build
scenery. And at 10 p.m. we have acting class.
This class lasts until 11 p.m., at which time
our day is over. We can do anything we want
with our time from then on just as long as we
are ready for dance class at 10 the next morn-
ing.
Like I said, this is one of those really snap
jobs. And it’s going to get even more exciting
when we start rehearsing the plays. We open
with The Tempest on June 30. Shortly thereaf-
ter we open Hamlet and run both of those
plays on alternating nights. Then we open
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, and
run all three of them on an alternating
schedule. Then we close Tempest and open
Man of La Mancha, and run those three, and
gradually we drop the other two and end with
Mancha running alone for one week in Sep-
tember.
and a number of special events—an evening
of one-act plays, etc. 3
I suppose you're wondering what I do
-with my spare time, huh? Oh, I write columns
and that sort of thing. You know, it keeps me
off the streets.
But in spite of the hours and the energy,
I’m loving every minute of it. It’s really excit-
ing to see everything pulling together, and
everybody pulling it together. The people are
fascinating. There are apprentices and actors
from all the United States—all offering
unusual ideas and viewpoints.
At any rate, it should prove to be an excit-
ing summer. And I really hope I survive it. Ah®
well, as William Shakespeare once said,
‘“there’s no business like show business.”
Exit stage right.
errors was the fact that those in charge of the
census in this area were chosen on the basis of
their political know-who rather than any sort
of know-how. The chaos of the census is one
more vivid example of the mediocrity (!) of
performance which occurs when political
drones are put in charge.
SARA L. SMITH
Box 297, RD 1
Harveys Lake
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