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The Charlotte News
Thursday, March 5, 1959
THREE EDITORIALS
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Site Ed. Note: The front page reports from London that the Soviet Union this date had sharply protested the U.S. naval boarding of a Soviet trawler suspected of cutting a trans-Atlantic cable off Newfoundland. Moscow radio said that a note handed to U.S. Ambassador Llewellyn Thompson in Moscow had described reports that the trawler had damaged the cables as "a complete invention". The boarding had taken place off Newfoundland on February 26. The officer who had headed the American search party said later that the fishing boat "probably quite likely" had something to do with the break in the cables, but did not know whether it was accidental or intentional. The Moscow broadcast said that the note pointed out that the incident involved detention of the Soviet trawler, undertaken "with provocative aims in mind". It said that the Soviet Government expected the U.S. Government "to take all necessary measures to prevent the recurrence of such unwarranted actions toward the Soviet fishing trawlers engaged in fishing in the open seas." It said that the trawler did not cause any damage to underwater telegraph or telephone trans-Atlantic cables. The State Department had notified Moscow immediately with an explanation that the boarding had been carried out under the terms of an 1884 treaty, originally signed by the czarist regime in Russia but later subscribed by the Soviet Communist Government, permitting inspection of documents of ships suspected of damaging oceanic cables willfully or through culpable negligence.
In Leipzig, East Germany, it was reported that Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev had said this date that he was prepared to postpone the May 27 deadline on Berlin, provided that fruitful East-West negotiations were underway by that point. He said that the deadline might be postponed until June 27 or perhaps July 27, that they were in no hurry. He cited an old Russian saying: "Never count your chickens until autumn." He had made his remarks in an impromptu speech at a luncheon given by the mayor of Leipzig. He had come to the city for the trade fair.
In Ciudad Trujillo, Dominican Republic, it was reported that dictator Rafael Trujillo's Government said that it was arming a "foreign legion" to defend neighboring Haiti, its traditional blood enemy, against the threat of invasion. Both Haiti's President Francois Duvalier and Sr. Trujillo's dictatorship were reported marked for overthrow by forces plotting under the benevolent revolutionary regimes in Cuba and Venezuela. Haiti and the Dominican Republic shared the island of Hispaniola in the Caribbean.
In Herbriggen
In Hazleton, Pa., a hotel fire had claimed the lives of three persons, with two unaccounted for and two more critically injured. At least 24 persons had been taken to hospitals for treatment of burns, cuts, smoke poisoning and shock. The register of the 100-room, 75-year old hotel in the business district showed a listing of 61 persons. Two of the dead had been removed soon after the fire had erupted and a third body was subsequently discovered. The entire front wall of the hotel had collapsed into heaps of rubble and it was thought that the two missing persons might be found dead in that wreckage. Victims fled from the flaming building with their nightclothes ablaze while others stood and sat dazed in the street as 100 firemen from four companies fought the fire for more than two hours. The room clerk said that the fire had started at the bottom of the elevator shaft and had mushroomed through the building. The hotel reportedly catered to elderly residents.
In Little Rock, Ark., it was reported that a fire had roared through a locked dormitory at the State Training School for Delinquent Negro Boys at nearby Wrightsville early this date, killing at least 21 youths, with fire officials fearing that others might have perished. The blaze had erupted before dawn and destroyed the structure which housed 68 inmates. Survivors had escaped by kicking out windows which had been covered with heavy-gauge, double-screens designed to prevent escapes. Arkansas Governor Orval Faubus, who had gone to the scene as soon as he heard about the fire, said that the doors should not have been barred and that there should have been an adult within the building. He said that an investigation would be made. The origin of the fire could not be determined immediately, though the Governor indicated that he had been told that there was an electrical storm at the time. The Governor appeared grim as he surveyed the glowing rubble, saying that he had inspected the school a year earlier and found it safe, that it was the first time anything like it had happened at such an institution in Arkansas. The first reports had said that 21 boys were missing, but the figure had been revised after a roll call was taken. The dazed survivors, ranging in age between 14 and 17, wandered about as firemen, sheriff's officers and prisoners from a nearby penal farm sought to quench the smoldering ruins of the dormitory. A fire captain said that he had seen eight bodies in a pile and nine other bodies had been taken from the charred ruins of the 20-year old building. A vocational teacher who normally slept in the building was in the hospital at the time of the fire. A survivor said that he had heard screaming and hollering and that there was smoke all over, that he could not see anything and found a window through which to escape.
In Chicago, the recovery of more than a million dollars in $100 bogus bills and the arrests of 25 members of a nationwide counterfeit ring had been announced this date by the Secret Service. The head of the Chicago Secret Service office said that the counterfeit notes had been recovered in 22 states, indicating that 25 persons had been arrested since the prior November, as agents had worked quietly to stamp out the counterfeiting network. He said that the operation had been finished on Wednesday night with the arrest of two Chicago men whom he said were the ringleaders.
In Henderson, N.C., it was reported that tension had failed to materialize this date along picket lines of the cotton mill strike, despite trouble having been anticipated following union delegates having walked out of a mediation meeting the previous day. Only about 25 strikers had appeared at the South Henderson plant of the Harriet-Henderson Textile Mills, with a crowd having formed of about 100 at the company's North Henderson plant. Both crowds had been orderly in the face of a special force of 140 Highway Patrolmen deployed to the two plants. The Vance County sheriff had said that about a third more workers had reported to work at the North Henderson plant, indicating that they appeared to be out-of-town workers and not strikers returning to work. Between 200 and 300 workers out of a force of 1,200 were presently back on the job. Meanwhile, union representatives had walked out of a negotiating session on Wednesday, indicating a breakdown in efforts to reach a settlement in the 16-week strike at the mills. Boyd Payton, Carolinas representative of the Textile Workers Union of America, said that the union committee "apparently felt nothing was being accomplished by continuing the discussions." He said that arbitration, the key issue in the strike, had not been discussed. The mediation team, led by a Federal mediator, had informed the union and management representatives that they should stand by for further calls. Meanwhile, 14 strikers were to be heard in Superior Court during the afternoon regarding charges of violating a restraining order prohibiting demonstrations around the plant gates. The judge had found the 14 strikers guilty on Wednesday of contempt for allegedly violating the restraining order and said he would withhold sentencing until the others could be heard.
In Fredericksburg, Va., it was reported that hopes for the safety of a missing Louisa County family of four had flickered this date as authorities pushed for positive identification of two bodies found on Wednesday in a field near Fredericksburg, with indications that there might be a third body. State police said that it was reasonable to assume that the bodies visible atop a tangle of brush were those of the missing feed truck driver and one of his two daughters. A police captain said that there were indications that a second child's body might be beneath the body of the man. The bodies had been found by two Fredericksburg men near a mound of sawdust 2 miles west of Fredericksburg. The family of four had vanished on January 11 as they had driven home from a visit with relatives. Authorities said that clothing worn by the man and the girl resembled that worn by members of the family. Authorities had made no effort to move the bodies after their discovery shortly before nightfall under a pile of dead branches and leaves at the side of a dirt road, and State police had guarded the area all night. There was no immediate speculation as to the cause of death of the man and the child, there having been unconfirmed reports that the man's body had a bullet wound in the back. Authorities said that his hands were bound with a necktie and that the little girl lay beneath him. The family's car had been found on January 12, 8 miles from their home and about 40 miles from where the bodies had been found. The keys were still in the ignition. The car appeared to have been forced to the side of the road and abandoned hastily. The medical examiner of Spotsylvania County, in which the bodies had been found, said that one body was that of a large man and the other that of a child less than two years old. One of the missing children was one and a half. The other had been five.
In Raleigh, a fast-spreading fire had destroyed a large bowling center and several adjacent businesses the previous night, with unofficial damage estimates ranging to $200,000. A crowd estimated by police at more than 10,000, had watched the blaze, which posed a threat for awhile to the West Raleigh Presbyterian Church and nearby homes. The bowling center, located across from the N.C. State campus, had been destroyed and the fire had also swept through a shoe store, tavern, beauty shop and a barbershop. Nearly 100 firemen and seven firefighting units had battled the blaze for 90 minutes before getting it under control. The night manager of the bowling center said that the fire had first been discovered by an unidentified little boy who said that he smelled smoke. About 200 people in the bowling center had been able to get out of the building quickly. Many of the spectators had been students at N.C. State. The cause of the blaze had not been determined.
In Charlotte, it was reported that the sixth traffic fatality of the year had occurred early this date when a 63-year old man from Spindale had died at Memorial Hospital after having been the driver of a car involved in a wreck the previous afternoon in Charlotte. He had received head injuries in the wreck and two other occupants of his car had been injured, a three-year old having suffered lip and back injuries, and a 68-year old woman having suffered ear and eye injuries. The other car had been driven by a 49-year old man from Charlotte. Witnesses said that the car driven by the dead man had run a stop sign and had moved into the path of the other car, with the impact of the crash knocking the dead man's car about 36 feet, according to a patrolman. The latter car had been a total loss and $500 of damage had been done to the other car. Police had charged the deceased with running a stop sign. The intersection was in a residential area.
Emery Wister of The News reports that a fire, which had been caused by the crash of a gasoline tanker into an office building on Independence Boulevard on Saturday morning, January 3, had set back the proposed expansion of the city's airport terminal by a full year. City Manager Henry Yancey said that plans for the $200,000 expansion were in the Civil Aeronautics Administration office in the building and had been destroyed by the blaze. He said that although the architect could prepare new plans and specifications, new application for U.S. funding would have to be made. He said that the earliest the project could be underway was now early 1960. As proposed, the airport terminal's north wing would be extended about 35 feet, thus giving more space to Eastern and Delta Air Lines. The project was originally set to start in the spring as the first phase of a building expansion which would have provided more space for the coffee shop on the first floor, a drugstore and other facilities. The building into which the gasoline tanker had crashed was new and the CAA had just moved into its offices. The driver of the tanker had been killed in the fire, which had caused an estimated $50,000 worth of damages.
Professor Pitrim Sorokin, head of the Harvard University Research Center in Creative Altruism, offers this date's edition of "Lenten Guideposts", indicating that he had lived through two of the harshest periods in history, one being before the Revolution in Russia and the other having been the era after the Revolution, when men had lived with hatred. "Would it seem strange if I said that the thing I remember most about those days was love? But that would be the truth." He indicates that he was born in a little village in northern Russia at about the turn of the century. His father was an itinerant painter who gilded the icons in the simple Russian Orthodox churches of that area. His work had required him to be away from home most of the time. His mother was too frail for the rigors of the life they were forced to lead. One December morning, she had laid down and could not get up again, dying when he was four years old. After her death, his peasant aunt had come to him and said that he could live in their home if he liked. Her scanty larder and her hearth had been open to him at a time when she did not have enough for herself. He found it miraculous what she had done with love alone. When he was 11, he was caught miles from home in one of Russia's winter blizzards and by the time he reached his aunt's hut, he had contracted pneumonia so badly that he could not stand. Pneumonia in those times was almost always fatal, and yet his aunt had gone to work to try to pull him through, working day and night, sitting beside his bed, praying and wiping the perspiration from his brow. He had gotten well, primarily through the love of his aunt, as she had nothing else with which to work. Sometime later, he experienced the power of love in an even stranger place, having begun attendance of school in a nearby village, walking to the school through the snow, his toes showing through the holes in his boots. The teacher was a gaunt young man and he was a stranger to him. But he had looked at his shoes and, without a word, had gone to the closet and taken out his second pair of boots. He had asked his teacher what he would wear, and his response was that there was no reason for him to have two pairs when he had none. "Love stronger than the cold of a Russian winter is a force to reckon with." Then, the Revolution had come and a virile hatred was turned loose in Russia. One night, a Communist order had gone out for his arrest and his head, with a price on it. He had fled. It had been death for anyone who concealed him. Yet, he was hidden and fed by several peasants who had taken the risk for him. He had been a total stranger to them and yet repeatedly they had taken him in simply because he was cold and ragged and because he had asked. Shortly after the Revolution, he had been married at a time when food was scarce. Part of the time, he and his wife were allowed a daily ration of one ounce of "bad bread" between them. They were always hungry and yet he always had to watch his wife, for she would always seek to divide their morsel of bad bread by cutting it at an uneven length to give him the larger piece. The remainder is on an inside page.
The sports page of the following day chronicled the first day of the ACC Tournament this date in Raleigh, with UNC beating Clemson, 93 to 69, N.C. State beating South Carolina in overtime, 75 to 72, Duke beating Wake Forest, 78 to 71, and Virginia beating Maryland, 68 to 65. UNC and N.C. State had tied for the regular season title, each with 12-2 conference records and both nationally ranked, with UNC, number 5 and N.C. State number 10. (Eventual national champion, the University of California, was number 11. Number 1 Kentucky had gotten into the tournament only because Southeastern Conference champion Mississippi State, number 4, refused to play in a tournament with Negro players. Well, they might get cooties.) The semifinals would pit N.C. State, on probation and ineligible for postseason NCAA play, against Virginia, and North Carolina against Duke. UNC coach Frank McGuire would make a controversial decision on Saturday night, essentially sacrificing the championship game to N.C. State so that his team would be fresh against Navy in the first round of the NCAA tournament. It did not pan out so well for the Tar Heels. Should they fire him, little stupid moron? By your latter-day standards, certainly, irrespective of his 32-0 season and a national championship two years earlier. That was so long ago. Right? Get rid of the guy. He can't win. Let's fire him and hire someone with the exact same winning percentage. That would make good sense, won't it? Send him hiking. He's lowering our standard. Besides, he's a Yankee.
In sports, as in life, people who cave to the allure of money often get left hanging on the ledge
But if you fire a head coach with a 70 percent winning average, who has plainly delivered under fire and under adverse conditions, you are bound to lose in the short and the long-run. For you then lose the spirit of the athletic fields and the courts, which span back over a hundred years, to 1910, to be exact, on the hardwoods.
Is it a "different game" now in college, little fancy-dancy money-bags squirt? The court is still 94 feet long, a much greater distance when you are on the court than it appears from the stands, and the baskets are still 10 feet from the floor, always a seemingly much greater distance at the close of 40 minutes of playing time, in the heat of the moment with twenty hands scrambling for the ball, than at the beginning, with the calculated underdog having sometimes the upper hand because of the spirit in the stands, sometimes friendly but at other times mercurially malevolent, unheard, uncelebrated and unseen—but always there, irrespective of all the money in the world spent trying to purchase the Victory. That does not work, chancellor dude from Duke, on either side of the court, this one or the other, the bit about having to have on your eyes the coins to pay Charon and appease Cerberus to gain passage across the river being only in the realm of Greek mythology. And even on the occasion here and there where it might work for a moment, the purchased, prostituted victory is cheapened and fleeting, of the moment, soon forgotten, as with the 1990 and 1995 NCAA championship runs by other schools, to name a couple which come to mind. You had better study fast and make the right decision or the old, old benevolent spirit of the poplar on McCorkle Place inevitably vacates the stands with the one out of the nether world taking its place, and probably for good this time, dude and dudess.
Hey, maybe you could hire that woman who wants to bring A-1 wrestling edgucation to Amurica's schools, after all a native Nor' Ca'linian, a perfect match along with the NASCAR guy from Virginia, and then hire the Foxxy Lady out of the hills out west as her bench assistant... Then put the new arena out in Hillsboro, name it for Trump, in the wide open country, out around the Dan'el Boone Inne—all while Duke Indoor Stadium remains exactly in the same spot, with its hot floors, since being opened on the Epiphany in 1940. That'd all be a winning coambination fur sure, wo'''n't it, Mr. Duke?
Speaking of whom, figure up the winning percentage of Dean Smith in his first five seasons as a head coach, and then do the same, little moron, for Mike Krzyzewski—for those abroad not familiar with him, pronounced as spelled—, or even the latter's first five seasons at Duke, even the first five seasons at UCLA for John Wooden, and see where you come out, above or below 70 percent. Why don't you go bet in Las Vegas on that outcome and let us know how you bank, regarding your winning percentage, that is. Achieving a 70 as a college basketball coach is not a "D" as in the classroom, especially when achieved with fairness and integrity, having to be graded on the curve relative to the other students of the game coaching.
Incidentally, some investigative journalist might wish to divine the real story out of Chapel Hill these days and follow the priniciple of cui bono to discover what private interests would benefit from moving the basketball arena to the site of the old Horace Williams airport on Airport Road, leading into Chapel Hill, a horrible location for many reasons, which are obvious to anyone who has ever lived in and around the town. Who benefits? Are any of them business interests associated with members of the Board of Governors or the board of trustees, with the chancellor, himself? These are the inevitable and quite appropriate questions when too many business interests start stirring the pot at the University in ways that are plainly not in the University's or its students' best interests, but stand to make some group of people a great pyle of money, the traditions of the University be damned. Disposable arenas might work for Charlotte and other pro sports towns, but it does not work at the college level.
On the editorial page, "A Single Metropolitan Government Should Be County's Long-Range Goal" finds that more than one visiting legislator to the city for the special session of the Legislature the previous day had adapted an ancient theological principle to Charlotte's problems, that being that the General Assembly only helped those who helped themselves.
The legislators had left with a clear understanding of the challenge of metropolitan growth and had been properly awed by the size of the job ahead. But they had made it plain that leadership could not be supplied by remote control from Raleigh, that all of the ideas and most of the wherewithal would have to come from Mecklenburg, itself.
It indicates that the metropolitan community was still young and in its formative stages of development, with there still being a choice between mediocrity and high achievement. The initial need was to define objectives and the second step was to prepare and adopt plans. A long-range program had to be set up for the execution of the plan, and underlying it all was the active support of the metropolitan community's whole population.
It finds that if there was anything wrong with metropolitan Mecklenburg's present way of doing things, it was in the haphazard manner in which ideas were conceived and then executed, with progress often seemingly only accidental. It suggests that the best example was in the consolidation of City and County services. Without benefit of master plans, timetables or any noticeable coordination, separate groups were attacking in their own separate ways the problems of consolidating school systems, tax offices and law enforcement agencies. It finds that all three represented necessary steps and should be part of a metropolitan plan.
Too often, there was a lack of communication between interested governmental agencies. The latest crisis regarding school consolidation, it suggests, could have been avoided if the County Commission had been aware of what was going on in negotiations between the City and County school boards. After a bill had been drafted and the essentials of the merger spelled out, the members of the Commission had hit the ceiling and the resulting outburst had been damaging to the legislation's chances.
It indicates that successful planning could not be accomplished piecemeal, that long-range goals had to be charted and timetables developed. Complete consolidation of City and County governments, it finds, was the most important long-range goal before the people, and a single metropolitan government could not occur with the snap of fingers but would have to be installed over time if Charlotte and Mecklenburg were to realize their full potential. Yet that goal had never been formally recognized by a governing body and no active interest in such a plan had been expressed.
It indicates that the General Assembly could help in realizing that goal but only if the community helped itself first, taking its own initiative.
"Traffic School Idea Needs Reviving" indicates that a few years earlier, the Carolina Motor Club had offered an educational plan to instruct erring drivers. Only after long study had the club evolved its traffic safety school idea, enthusiastically received when officials had met to see the plan outlined. It had the backing of police, and the City and County governments. But to date, nothing had been done about it.
As the motor club proposed it, the school was designed to educate drivers who had been found guilty of moving infractions. There would be six weekly sessions of two hours each under a paid instructor with driver training experience. The cost of the school was to be borne by public funds. No tuition would be charged, so as not to work any hardship on those who were poor. For a person who was solvent, the loss of time was expected to be a better reminder than a fine for the traffic misdeed. The course had been explained session by session in detail.
The motor club had contacted 20 cities with traffic schools and three national groups concerned with safety, to offer proof that traffic school worked.
More recently, the Charlotte-Mecklenburg Safety Association had been organized to press for action in just such cases as the traffic safety school. Still in an organizational state, seeking operating funds, it could do much for the reduction of traffic deaths, injuries and property damage. It finds that it deserved the financial help of those solicited if it could save a single life through its program.
"Miss Mansfield Holds Aloft the
Banner" finds that the flickering light of Hollywood, dimmed by
television, was still visible in the rubble, from the bungalow of
Jayne Mansfield Hargitay, where Mr. Hargitay had been busy restoring
wonders first instilled by the original owner of the bungalow, Rudy
Vallee
Mr. Hargitay had reportedly torn out the tile in all 11 bathrooms and in his wife's personal bath, she had a heart-shaped tub with a gold mosaic bottom. The shower was studded with jeweled tile. The heart theme was carried out touchingly. Above their bed's headboard, Ms. Mansfield explained, "will be cupids and arrows in marble. And all around the bottom of the bed will be pink florescent lighting." (It begins to resemble one of those bouncy low-rider cars along the strip.)
It finds that most wives would look pretty grim with their hair in curlers and a face mask reflecting pink light, that neon might do a better job.
Pink was the dominant color in the house. Inside was a pink stone wall which glowed at night with special pink paint. Pink fur was to be installed in all of the bathrooms. The walls of the baby's room were covered with a fairyland mural. The rabbits in it had heart-shaped noses and navels.
It finds that in the current age, even Hollywood might be permitted to stare a bit, as it was not too often that the leader of filmland life had "marched forth with a pink heart-shaped jeweled banner on a pink florescent staff." She had taken the standard from aging hands and was holding it proudly aloft.
Given the way she would die in 1967, it is a bit eerie that the piece was preceded by a piece about traffic schools.
A piece from the Raleigh News & Observer, titled "The Tender Send-Off", indicates that William Shakespeare had written countless brilliant lines, but had dropped his quill when he said the bit about the evil which men do living after them, that the good was often interred with their bones.
It finds that one of the strongest psychological compulsions was that which galvanized people to speak eloquently of a corpse. In small towns and rural communities, where a funeral was never a matter of hasty necessity, friend and foe alike spoke glowingly of the deceased. Everything the person had done or said was reevaluated, with the innocuous buzzing in the church and home yards reminding of a benevolent board of county commissioners in session to reappraise property values. "The air is redolent with a benign combination of balm and whitewash. The impression seems to be that to speak well of the deceased builds good will for yourself when the frightful hour arrives."
The dead person was infinitely richer than ever or that the IRS ever thought. There was no longer a town crier, but were there one, he could not find a better man on his rounds than the deceased. It finds it all right as everyone deserved a good sendoff, whether a channel swimmer or a corpse.
O. Henry had written in "Municipal Report" of the meanest man in town having been gloriously murdered. Everyone had stood around trying to think up something nice to say and finally one genius had spit his tobacco juice out and opined: "When 'Cas' was about fo'teen, he was one of the best spellers in school."
Drew Pearson indicates that some interesting highlights had been unreported from Mexico during the President's visit there for the installation of their new President. The Hotel Pierre Marques, owned by oil billionaire John Paul Getty, had notified all of the guests on February 10 that they would have to leave by February 17, two days before the President's arrival. The only guests allowed to stay were four American families occupying bungalows at the north end of the grounds, some distance from the President's quarters. After the President had arrived, he had gone out for an early morning walk in the tropical gardens of the hotel and came face-to-face with two of three remaining American guests, who were also out for a stroll and were naturally curious about the President. They wished him good morning and said they were starting a round of golf at the country club and would like him to join them. Secret Service agents by that point had moved in front of the President. He had replied cordially his appreciation but that he was afraid he would not be able to play any golf while he was there, as he was the guest of the President of Mexico and could not properly do anything the latter did not do. The President had started to walk on, but then added: "It's too bad though. I hear they have a good course here and I would certainly like to try it out. I just hope God spares me long enough to come back to Acapulco some day."
The President had still been smiling and commenting with pleasure on the exotic tropical plants when Charles Rodgers, manager of the hotel, had greeted him in the lobby. Half-joking, he asked the President to sign the register. The President's smile had vanished as he said: "Look, if it's publicity you're after, I'll write you a letter saying this is a first-class place where anyone can get lots of rest and enjoy themselves. That ought to give all the publicity you want."
Senator Clair Engle of California
had spotted an appropriation for 90 million dollars for private
airplanes for Administration executives which he believed ought be
sacrificed in favor of money for airports. In the Administration's
balanced budget had been an item for 15 million dollars for three new
707 Boeing jets
When Senator Stuart Symington had been Secretary of the Air Force, private planes were taboo. Every general and admiral had to take potluck from an airplane pool.
Senator Engle, spotting those items, had remarked to colleagues that they had been criticized by the President for wanting to spend money on new airports, but that the amount of money the Democrats wanted to spend on airports was only 35 million dollars more than the Administration's airport bill and that if they cut out about half of the 90 million dollars worth of swank planes which the Administration wanted, they would have plenty to build airports. He said, "I've a strong hunch the American people prefer better airports to better airplanes for the White House and other executives in Washington."
A latter-day version might suggest
less opulent planes for the FBI director and Secretary of Homeland
Security—perhaps sending them out on some old rickety World War
II B-29 to get an idea of roughing it, supplying them, of course,
with parachutes in case—and less money spent on refurbishing a
bribe from a corrupt Saudi prince, via Qatar, for El Presidente, leaving far more
money to be spent on upgrading air traffic control equipment and
increasing the pay for the always-stressed controllers, to obtain the
best qualified possible to ensure air safety into the future—and
to hell with lush air comfort for the FBI director and his girlfriend
and the DHS Secretary—who, if the current designee is
confirmed, could be assigned the task of taking care of the planes'
plumbing facilities to save money—assuming, that is, that the
Administration is still desirous of cutting "waste, fraud and
abuse
Walter Lippmann indicates that the news that Secretary of Defense Neil McElroy might be resigning within a few months had raised a serious question about the prevailing standards of public service. It appeared that when he was appointed to the position, he had told the President that he would only take it for a limited time as he could not spare but so much leave of absence from his business, Proctor & Gamble, without sacrificing financial benefits for which he was eligible.
Mr. Lippmann indicates that given what was at stake with the office, it was necessary to ask whether Mr. McElroy should have set such a condition and whether the President should have agreed to it at the time of the appointment. Such a limited time of service was just long enough to enable Mr. McElroy to begin to learn to be Secretary of Defense. He finds him bright and intelligent but that when he had come to the office, he had no background in the military establishment and no important experience in public life. The Defense Department was an enormously complex organization, and the great issues on which the Secretary had to pass were highly technical in the field of strategy, tactics, engineering, production, and research. Moreover, the Secretary was the key person in the relations between the armed services and the Congress. He suggests that perhaps 18 months was a reasonably good introduction to the work of the office.
As Mr. McElroy's recent testimony before the Congressional committee had shown, while he had learned many lessons, he was far from mastering the job. Now, with the problem of American armed power at the center of the world situation, he was looking forward to leaving the office to return home and make more money. A successor would have to be found who could then look forward to about 18 months in office before he would go home at the end of the President's term. Mr. McElroy expected to leave the job just as he was about to get ready really to do it, and his successor, if he were to come from outside the Department, might be able to learn about the job just as the time came for him to leave. If the successor came from within the Department, he was more likely than not to be only a caretaker in the position.
All of it added up to the fact that, with so much at stake, a very serious office had not been treated seriously, against the national interest which required a highly competent Secretary of Defense, a bad example of how the public service should be valued by the people.
He indicates that broadly speaking, there were two types of opinion on how the highest offices in the Government should be recruited. There were those who believed that for the most part, the major offices could be filled successfully by persons who had made a success in private business. The theory was that there was no great difference between public and private life and that experience in business was not really different from experience in government. Mr. Lippmann finds that with the exception of Secretary of State Dulles, who had combined a lifetime of public service with a highly successful law practice, the President had shown a predilection for successful corporate executives.
The other school of opinion believed that public service was in itself a vocation and a professional career, and that it could not be treated like Sunday painting or golf, as an interlude for amateurs. Those who thought that way regarded it as a fundamental fallacy to suppose that success in corporate business was preparation for success in the public business, believing that it was better to fill the higher offices with persons whose main work and life had been in politics and public service.
Mr. Lippmann indicates that it was also his view, and that those who thought in that vein believed that public service should be a profession and an art acquired by long experience in public life. "For the art of governing men is a great art itself—perhaps the greatest as it surely is the most momentous of all the arts, and a lifetime is not too long a time in which to learn it."
We might suggest that, regarding the current occupant of that position, having been a drunk and a party brat is certainly no calling card for becoming Secretary of Defense; nor is it the case necessarily that having been a soldier provides a good basis for being a good administrator of anything; nor is being on a talky-talk show at Fox Propaganda a good foundation for being anything other than a talky-talk show host at Fox Propaganda or "News" Maximus-Minimus, or that ilk of non-news propaganda networks, devoted to only one thing, being an echo chamber for right-wing politics and politicians, to tell the listeners and viewers what they want to hear and only that. And, the proof is in the pudding, with the most disastrous Pentagon policy ever seen in the U.S. in modern times having followed in the wake of this little strutting egoist clown being at the head of the Department. He seems to think he is George Patton, when in fact he is a national joke. And, in any event, no one ever suggested that George Patton would have made a very good leader of the War Department, as it was called in his time. And the current guy was never any general.
But this is what you get when people go out and vote for a convicted felon, without any obvious discernment or lengthy consideration for what their vote actually means to the society at large, because they could care less about the society at large, only involved in what is a half-inch in front of their noses, which they cannot even see or smell very well, probably, because they are stoners who have defeated their olfactory senses at some point. At least that is the way they behave vis-à-vis politics, about which they seem to know nothing, obviously descendants, at least in terms of being studious, of the Know-Nothings of the 1850's.
Doris Fleeson indicates that DNC chairman Paul Butler had scored the only real triumph of the traditional Jefferson-Jackson Day weekend in Washington. He had emerged stronger in every sense, politically, financially and organizationally.
The old pros had opposed him. Carmine De Sapio of New York, Jake Arvey of Chicago and David Lawrence of Pennsylvania had managed to enlist Speaker Sam Rayburn and Senate Majority Leader Lyndon Johnson in their last-ditch struggle against Mr. Butler, but it had been the poorest decision which the Speaker and Senator Johnson had made lately. The alliance had greatly failed to switch the convention site to where they wanted it and in various other ways, the old pros had demonstrated only that "there get up-and-go had got up and went." (She really meant "gone", but because it is in the context which it is, we let that slide.)
No one had even paid them the compliment of getting upset at them and swinging the haymakers which a fighter would seek to land on those he feared. Some of those who had voted against the line of Mr. De Sapio, Mr. Arvey and Mr. Lawrence had argued that they were not really trying anymore or could not be so ineffective.
She suggests that Mr. Butler's victory must have lingered sweetly on his tongue, as few national chairmen had experienced a tougher time between the upper millstone of the party's creditors and the nether millstone of those who opposed his resolute liberalism. He had survived to command the organization of a national convention of a party which held 35 statehouses, commanded the Congress and expected to nominate the next president. It also would be a convention which would be peculiarly sensitive to the direction it would get from the top, because no presidential candidate had any commanding lead as yet and no one section of the country was being looked to for the predicted electoral victory. It would be the first wide open convention which Democrats had held in decades. Not inconceivably, she suggests, some point of convention procedure or maneuver could become the decisive factor in the nomination.
It would be many months before a decision had to be made about the choice of a convention chairman, with all of the position's potential power. The conversations on it were beginning very quietly in the inner circle. The post had long seemed a vested interest of the Speaker, but that almost certainly would be challenged at some point. The same was true of other key posts, including the chairmanship of the Resolutions Committee, which would draft the platform. The expert compromisers of the Congress were usually entrusted with that task, a tradition which would undergo review and possible revision.
She indicates that with few exceptions, the new directors of Democratic affairs were younger, better educated and more flexible than the old pros. They were just as partisan, but were noticeably less brash than the old-style politicians had been when they smelled victory. The reason she finds was obvious. The newcomers took power in an age of extreme dangers which they saw clearly.
Robert C. Ruark, in Palamos, Spain,
indicates that Lt. General Clarence Huebner, director of the New York
State civil defense apparatus, had appeared in the papers sometime
earlier by predicting that within two years, most Americans would be
living in fallout shelters and "would see sunlight only by
taking a calculated risk." He had been speaking to a group of
public information officers of his own commission. He said that
underground living would be enforced by the fact that even small
countries would possess enough standardized ICBM's to knock out any
other nation, thus becoming of necessity a world of troglodytes. He
said that a "spirit of defeatism
Mr. Ruark says that he had been listening to that "sort of gunk" ever since the development of the atomic bomb and he had known one lady some ten years earlier who had bought a special station wagon to get her children out of New York in case of a surprise attack. It amused him sadly when reflecting that one shower of rain, without fallout dust, could completely immobilize New York traffic and that it was nearly impossible to get out of town or back into town on a Labor Day weekend, or crosstown at theater time.
He finds that no matter what General Huebner said, "I ain't going to live in no hole, in America, Patagonia, or Swaziland, wherever I happen to light. The day I go underground will be the day somebody tamps me down neatly with a spade. What I do object to, though, is the cheapness of titular heads of rather unfeasible projects trying either to scare the pants off the populace or con them out of what the Herr Direktors call complacency."
He finds that they had been hitting them over the head with imminent dissolution so long that it was small wonder that the public had become somewhat calloused to the cries of doom. "We might all be dead in five years, but for sure we aren't going to be living underground. And if we do get smacked, I doubt very much that in the confusion all the best laid plans of Gen. Huebner and the civil defense chaps will be able to do much about it—not if you've been caught in a subway or traffic jam or tried to creep back to town after a long weekend."
A letter writer from Laurinburg indicates that the only reason he objected to the concept of a withholding tax was that if there was overpayment, as was often the case with the Federal withholding tax, they would be laughed at if they tried to get a refund. That had been his experience with the North Carolina sales tax division. He indicates that during the previous summer, he had overpaid his sales tax by $22.50 and when he sought a refund, they told him to his face, in a nice way, that he was crazy if he thought he was going to get any of it back. He had been hurt by coming to know that there was a government which would stoop so low as the sales tax division in Raleigh, for which he had no respect.
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