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t Straight Arrow has finally joined the other chiefs of the western tribes in their battle against the Great White Father. After consulting chicken entrails in his teepee for the past six months, Governor Dan Evans this week donned his war bonnet and sallied forth to unite with Governor Tom McCall of Oregon and other officials in protesting the shipment of nerve gas from Bangor, Washington to Umatilla, Oregon. Governor McCall has been attacking Fort Pentagon daily since announcement of the shipment was made late last year. Governor Evans is joining the campaign a bit late, claiming he didn't realize until now that the federal officers spoke with forked tongues. This tardiness is proving embarrassing, since a ship is now waiting off Okinawa to load the nerve gas, while the governor has been unable to reach Secretary of Defense Melvin Laird, who is the head man in the fort. As this is being written, Governor Evans has tried unsuccessfully, for several days to contact Laird. We imagine the governor's telephone conversation sounded something like this: "Hello. To whom am I speaking? The secretary to the Defense Secretary's assistant secretary? Fine I'd like to speak to Secretary Laird. "Dan Evans. Governor Dan Evans. Governor Dan Evans of Washington. No, the state of Washington. That's right, the one the other side of Chicago. It's north of Oregon. Oregon. No, it's north of California. "Now that we've got that straightened out, please connect me with Secretary Laird. Evans, dammit; I told you once. Governor Evans. "Okay, if that's the way it has to be, connect me with the public information officer. Hello, this is Governor Dan Evans. l'd like to speak to Secretary Laird. Yes, of course I'm a Republican, you idiot; I gave the keynote address at the last Republican convention. "Who? Senator Thurmond? No, i'm not particularly a friend of Senator Thurmond. I'm a friend of Dick's. Dick Nixon. President Richard Nixon. The United States. That's south of Canada and North of Mexico. "I've got to speak to Secretary Laird about the shipment of nerve gas. What do you mean, what nerve gas? The nerve gas that's about to be removed from Okinawa and shipped through Washington and Oregon by train. "Washington and Oregon. Yes, they're the other side of Chicago-and north of San Ciemente. "Look, I'm sick of this runaround; let me speak to your immediate superior. He's where? On rest and recreation leave in Bermuda? Well, let me speak to his secretary. Oh, she's with him. "'1 might as well give up for today. Oh, by the way, while I've got you on the line.how are things gotng tn V letnam? Vietnam. N6, that's Vie jm 'lt uthea Asia. Ah, forget it!" !i7 Book review. Edited by Garret De Bell Ballartine Books 1970 95c "In 1969 the United States woke up to the fact that the richest country in the world is in the middle of an environmental crisis. We said good-bye to pelicans, realized that the ubiquitous automobile was the cause of smog and the Santa Barbara oil slick, and meditated on the fact that our burgeoning multiplicity of air conditioners, clothes dryers and other aids to gracious living meant another ugly power plant. Mother's milk, we were told, wasn't fit to drink." So the prickly issue of environmental protection--with all its subtleties and certainties-has finally come of age. No longer do state legislatures and Congressional committees quietly shelve anti-pollution bills and environmental protection legislation. In the myriad environmental protection lobbies recently formed America's legislative bodies have found an unrelenting prod to save us from ourselves. Such diverse, yet single-minded, groups as Zero Population Growth (ZPG), Citizens League Against the Sonic Boom, the National Conservancy, and Friends of the Earth, keep a close watch on corporate and private abuse of our environment. The latter group (FOE), in conjunction with Ballantine Books, has published a remarkable collection of lively and urgent articles which together make up The Environmental Handbook. Although specifically prepared for the First National Environmental Teach-in (April 22, 1970), The Environmental Handbook will probably have a prominent influence on the ecological battles of the 1970's; battles which will determine if we are to prevent "the world from going under" with the weight of new populations and the products of the "present industrial arrogance" -e.g., increasing smog, rising noise levels and destructive chemicals. "38 Cigarettes a Day", one of the most penetrating articles to be found in the Environmental Handbook, reviews a recent report on the lethal atmosphere of New York City from which "a New Yorker on the street takes into his lungs the equivalent in toxic materials of 38 cigarettes a day .... enough soot, sulphides, monoxide, and hydrocarbons, etc., to actually kill off small segments of their excess population." This is enough, it might be added, to make life miserable for the millions who survive to face another polluted day. Another gem of an article, "Eco-Pornography or How to Spot an Ecological Phony" by Thomas Turner, observes: "Now that the environmental crisis is the daily news and maturing in sex-appeal, panaceas are coming from curious sources-the ad agencies, of the major industries Editor, The Journal: Appearing in last week's Journal under new court cases was the following item: "Boon Plumbing and Heating against ~rt Hedrick, foreclosure of lien.'" This lien is against Mac's Comer Tavern for work done for them in their business and in no way is against me. My name appeared only because I own the building which is leased to Mac's Corner. Hobert Hedrick ~:!:i: :::5: "So you had this nerve gas that you had to get out of Okinawa . . . The Flapdoodler: By: ROBERT C. CUMMINGS With the November 3 election still more than a half year away, battle lines already are being drawn for the No. 1 issue on the ballot, House Joint Resolution 42, better known as Governor Dan Evans' "tax reform" program. (Though newsmen insist "tax reform" is editorializing anll d~sually' write ~''fa~'~ revisionS' instead, it's still "tax reform" to that created the crisis. Advertising on television and in magazines reflects industrial awareness of the ecology crisis-and the urge to lull." So while industry frequently fights conservationists behind the scenes, they publicly assume a benign, often meaningless, stance supporting environmental protection measures. The Environmental Handbook is more, though, than a lengthy lament for our decaying world. It is filled with quaint little suggestions (dubbed "Eco-tactics") for waging your own private or local war against the purveyors of pollution. These suggestions go beyond urging you to write the President in opposition to the SST (Supersonic Transport)-even though convenient forms are provided in the back of the book for just such a purpose. Some tactics are plainly militant: "When you go to the Supermarket for milk (as an example), take an empty jug with you. At the check-out stand, pour milk from the 'disposable' carton into your re-cycled jug, give the empty 'disposable' carton to the checker, and explain your action to him." Other tactics are less direct, but equally useful: "Mail in any pre-paid envelopes you get in advertisements for ecologically undesirable products. Each one sent in costs the polluter about seven cents of his profit." You might also drive your car less, oppose extension of super- highways, advocate improvement of public transportation facilities, "pledge not to buy furs or other wild animal products;" or your ecology group could "keep a chart of politicians' statements and actions, such as Nixon's statement of ending pollution and his go-ahead on the SST. Give a prize to the most contradictory person of the month." As you can see, Friends of the Earth have given us a delightful book-one which will horrify you as it entertains you.The Environmental Handbook should give strength to those who want to save our environment before it destroys us. David Jubb Page 4 - Shelton-Mason County Journal - Thursday, April 16, 1970 the administration, and its followers). If there had been any doubt whether the League of Women Voters would become involved, it was shattered last week when the statewide organization published, and started distributing, an illustrated eight-page, tabloid-type By STEVE ERICKSON A sleeping animal, perhaps, curled up alongside the highway for forty winks? I knew better the moment I spotted it. It was a road kill. A dead raccoon, by the looks of it. brochure topped by reading: "Tax Reform" in heavy black one-and-a-half-inch type, preceded, in smaller type by the legend, "For a Better State." School Aid Enlisted Governor Evans, meanwhile, held a private meeting in his office with the superintendents and one school director from each of the state's six largest school districts. The purpose? To enlist support for his tax program. More meetings of a similar nature with various other groups are anticipated by observers. Also expected is that most of the school forces throughout the state will be solidly behind the tax program. Dissenting Voice Weak So far only one organized dissenting voice had been heard, and in comparison with the other side it seemed little more than a whisper. It came from the Washington Federation of Young Republican Clubs, which unanimously adopted a resolution opposing the tax program. The organization, which has been "disowned" by C. Montgomery Johnson, chairman of the Republican State Central Committee, had 65 delegates out of a scheduled 95 at its convention. Elders Seek Harmony The Young Republican action came on the heels of a private meeting in Governor Evans' office with top Republican legislators where tentative agreement was reached on a Republican platform plank with which "everybody could live." Law-makers from both houses who had voted on opposite sides in the tax controversy were present. In numerous instances, those who voted against the tax will be running for reelection in the same county with those who voted fo~ it, and appearing together on the same speakers' platforms. To avoid cutting each other up, agreement was reached on a plank which would endorse the principle of giving the people another chance to vote on the income tax-their first in 28 years-without taking a positive stand on the tax itself. There still remains the problem of having it adopted at county and state conventions. No Problem for Demos Democrats also were divided on the issue in the Legislature, but they don't anticipate any problems at their convention. Since 1930, the Democratic platform has included a plank calling for a state income tax. "Yew!" I howled, braking sharply into a U-turn that a banner aJa tla!e,d,,wcife and all p[lssengers. None of them knew what ~ ~ ~'W61' oah~"v~s3,~;abo~hi~ time. ~ ~L" ~ ..... "What is it?" wife asked .is we gunned back up the highway. "Just spotted a trophy," I said. "Beside the road." She began to understand. "You mean, a trophy head?" "No," I clarified, stopping at roadside. "A trophy tail." I jumped out and hoisted the furry one gingerly by its barber-pole tail. "See?" I said. "She's a beauty." Four pairs of Erickson eyes grew wide as they peered from inside the wagon. The baby, however, looked unimpressed. Wife recovered first. "You ... are... NOT going to haul that-that carcass into this car." "Sure," 1 said, moving toward the car with it. "Look at this hide. This pelt. And the tail, what a beauty. Think of how this will look hanging on our den wall. Once she's all skinned out." She quickly locked all four doors and closed her fly window. It became necessary to scream to get my arguments through the shield of safety glass. "But... but," I contended brilliantly. The window opened a quarter-inch and her voice was strained through. "Dead things, especially dead strange things, carry disease," she hissed. "For all you know-or seem to care-that beast might have the bubonic plague." "No," I said. "I think he was run over." Shayla, who had been sniffling, burst into tears at this. "I hate dead raccoons," she wailed. "I assume," I said, "that this decision comes after giving dead raccoons a lot of thought." She didn't miss a teardrop. "How about the rest of you in there?" I yelled, swinging the raccoon back and forth in front of the window. "Isn't this a democracy? Don't we take a vote on stuff like this? Kelly? You want a dead raccoon?" I prompted her by nodding my head vigorously. She nodded back. "I want to show him to David," she piped, referring to a ghoulish young playmate. After a glare from mommy, Kelly fell silent. "Keith," I said, desperate now. "Did you want this dead raccoon, before morn gets hysterical?" "Yes," Keith said. "No he didn't," wife informed us. That took care of Keith. I was beat and I knew it. I decided to throw in the towel. The raccoon, that is. "Okay," I growled, flinging the disputed remains into a convenient ditch. "But I hate to waste a perfectly good raccoon." "Ugh!" wife said as she unlocked the driver's door and slid to the extreme other end of the front seat. "You might as well have picked up a dead RAT." I chewed on that until we reached Oakville, where we made our every-small-town-and-tall-tree-stop for the kids, at a-service station. I visited the men's room. As we left I said, a shade bitterly, "You'll be happy to know that daddy washed his filthy hands back there, gang." Wife was unimpressed. She remained miles across the front seat from the tainted one. "The stigma." she sniffed, "remains." Editorials: If you can believe the experts, harmony in an above-normal beating during times such inflation-recession period. Luckily, however, for every expert who there are ten who can tell us how to a expert has arisen during the present husba in the form of Dr. Hiam Ginott. "One basic key to a successful marriage, doctor in a magazine article, "is to grant in mate what you cannot give in reality. When especially unattainable gown, rather than a husband should be sympathetic and offer a wish we had the money to buy this derive pleasure from envisioning herself in drawing her closer to her husband." This is exceUent advice and more and throughout the country will have a chance the months ahead, especialy in Washington unemployment is now rapidly rising. To check its efficacy, we bugged the Lathe, an invohintarily-severed former and his wife, Marsha, with the following results: MARSHA: "! stopped by Frederick way to the Salvation Army store and saw the gown. It was a perfect fit and was a steal at eighty dollars." JOHN' "1 wish we had the money to buy MARSHA: "Wish, wish, wish! That's all ! lately." JOHN: "i'm allowing you to derive envisioning yourself in that gown. You're happy with that and draw closer to me." MARSHA: "Have you been drinking again? Where'd you get such a kooky idea?" ,' JOHN: "From Dr. Hiam Ginott. He says envision yourself in a dress we can't afford you closer to me." MARSHA: "Sheeesh! What a nut! Has this yours ever envisioned himself in a gown his husband isn't working-and drinks too around the house all day?" JOHN: "Marsha?" MARSHA: "What?" JOHN: "1 have this fantasy. Will you grant I'!1 never have it in reality'? It may help me draw MARSHA: "Sure. So what's a fantas] JOHN: "1 have this fantasy where you for a full ten minutes with your big yap MARSHA: "If you draw any closer to wearing your teeth for a necklace." JOHN: "You don't s.eern',to geLthe keys to a successful marriage is to grant what you cannot give in reality." MARSHA: "The reality, buddy, is that guest room tonight. ! could care less what fantasy." JOHN: "That's a harsh remark, and according to Dr. Ginott, is a no-no. I'm remark about your big yap." MARSHA: "Okay, I'll simmer down. convinced about this fantasy gown. 1'!! make a! I'll actually quit talking for ten minutes if gown.'" JOHN: "We haven't got the money MARSHA: "Why didn't you say that instead of giving me all this jazz JOHN: "Okay, okay. You can buy the the credit card. And while you're down pick up some shirts and socks for me." MARSHA: "Hey, you know friend of yours really does know what he's haven't been this close since you lost IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll Remember Yip Harburg's wonderful Poor Become the Idle Rich" in FINfAN'S same delightful satire turns up in a new song,' Civilized Morning," which is part of a by him entitled RHYMES FOR THE II Are the Africans in Africa prepared for independence? Do they have enough delinquents juvenile descendants? Can they fill the air with smog rivers with pollutions? Are their citizens evolved enough institutions? Are they ripe enough to know enough their taxes, So the poor can pa) flat on their axes? Do they know how to destroy what they their enjoyment? Or employ enough machines to keep employment? Have the natives the intelligence, dexterity, To establish atom bases as the prosperity? In essence, have we morally the right to To let the backward nations join the of Man?