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Show rear; Thus timid souls with dainty skin Oft' viewed this pot with fear. They perched in regal splender, Upon vhis porcelain throne; And endless thoughts were sifted Of problems in the home. The musical notes rang down the scale, From peals to thunderous rumbles; And saved some sleepy footsteps O'er trails beset with ( stumbles. It changed the chore of midnight strolls, For half a lot or more; And hazards of the winding trail Beneath the glinting star. Disposal was a dreary drudge, Where no one volunteered; So mother had the dismal chore Ere morning sun appeared. When tub and privy moved indoors, To occupy a closet; The Thunder Mug now lays silent And receives no more deposit. Give us the friends of yester-year, But not the sledge and axe; Give us comforts that we love, But not a crushing tax. Let us twang our heart strings With one nostalgic tug; But save us from the usage ' Of the gleaming thunder 1 Hr3 "nr1 "nP fr1 ITTl frT LjLLj U U LLji LI W IkLI Q Q Q to elected officials. You will find me speaking out in support of those officials, institutions and personalities who contribute to the evaluation evalua-tion of society and not its destruction. de-struction. You will find me contributing my time, money and personal influe.nce to helping help-ing churches, hospitals, charities, chari-ties, and other establishments which have shown the true spirit of this country's deter-mination deter-mination to ease pain, suffer-ing, suffer-ing, eliminate hunger and generate gen-erate brotherhood. But, most of all, you'll find mc at the polling place. There ! if you listen you can I hear the thunder of the com-n com-n on man. There, all of us can cast our vote for an Ameri- ; ca where people can walk the streets without fear . rob, maim and murder should be understood and helped back to society. I am sick of being told it is wrong to' use .napalm in a war overseas but if it's a Molo-tov Molo-tov cocktail or a bomb at home, I must understand the provocations. I am sick of not being able to take my family to a movie unless I want to have them exposed ex-posed to nudity, homosexuality and the glorification of narcotics. narcot-ics. I am sick of riots, marches, protests, demonstrations, confrontations, con-frontations, and the other mob tomper tantrums of people intellectually in-tellectually incapable of working work-ing within the system. I am sick of hearing the same phrases, the same sick slogans, the cries of people who must chant the same thing like zombies because they haven't the capacity for verbalizing verba-lizing thought. I am sick of those who say I owe them this or that because of the sins of my forefathers. I am sick of cynical attitudes toward patriotism. I am sick of politicians with no backbone. Dear Editor: No, I do not believe that the Nevada Gambling Sindicate is operating in Milford. However, stranger things have happened. I believe that we have illegal gambling, and dope pushers operating in our community, along with other related violations, viola-tions, when these things are allowed al-lowed to flourish. Just because you did not agree with my comments last week, is not a valid reason to borrow from my freedom of speech. You substituted the word violators, for law enforcement en-forcement officials, to give the sentence an opposite meaning than intended. Your reference to my bishop was entirely uncalled for and in very poor taste. My comments com-ments as a citizen and taxpayer are completely my own, just as I am sure that your comments are your own and not someone elses. I am interested in promoting respect for authority, citizenship, citizen-ship, responsibility and proper law enforcement. If your endeavors en-deavors are in the same direction, direc-tion, then we have nothing to argue about. Bob Wright lid's Note. To our chagrin, two lines were left out of Bob's letter, let-ter, though it hardly abridged bis freedom of speech, as evidence evi-dence by the printing of more letters under his signature than any other individual in the past two years, including the above. Even though, in granting grant-ing him this medium for his often controversial and bias, criticism, the News has received re-ceived more criticism than for any other single thing published. The sentence should have read as follows: "I would welcome into our community any law enforcement (official at any time to question or investigate in-vestigate suspected law) violators. vio-lators. Especially in view of our local law enforcement situation." sit-uation." That portion in parenthesis paren-thesis was omitted. We are happy to print letters from our readers, and believe that everyone has something to contribute which will benefit bene-fit us all. Even the most ignorant, ignor-ant, in looking at things from a different perspective, may be able to shed light on an old problem.. Therefore we will continue to provide this service to our readers. Editors Note: This poem submitted by Leo Nelson brought back many memories of our childhood and thought our readers would enjoy en-joy it. The Thunder Mug by Mr. Owen Sanders This bowl is not a cookie jar, Nor a porcelain pot for pickles; But it is a Thunder Mug For brisk nocturnal brickies. This portable, versatile vessel, Artistic, or very plain; Was o blessing to the occupant To ease the night-time' strain. It was easily clutched by a frantic hand, When the urgent call came ringing; And the muted Vibrations Could set the crock'ry singing. On frosty nights the chilling rim, Near shocked the sagging mug. We often yearn for the "Good Old Days" Before lifes grand completion; But the Thunder Mug is one device We'd ask for a firm deletion. Editor's Note: This essay, author au-thor unknown, was sent to us by Mrs. Sylvia Frazer, who is a former resident of Milford. We agree that it says a lot of things that need to be said. Therefore we reprint it in the News. COMPLAINT BY A SICK AMERICAN There are those who claim ours is a "sick" society; that our country is sickour government govern-ment is sick; that we are sick. Well, maybe they're right. I submit that I'm sick ... and maybe you are, too. I am sick of having policemen ridiculed and called "pigs" while cop killers are hailed as some kind of folk hero. I am sick of being told that religion is the opiate of the people, but marijuana should be legalized. I am sick of commentators and columnists, canonizing anarchists, an-archists, revoultionaries and criminal rapists, but condemning condemn-ing law enforcement when such criminals are brought to justice. just-ice. I am sick of paying more and more taxes to build schools while I see some faculty members mem-bers encouraging students either eith-er to tear them down or burn them. I am sick of the Supreme Court decisions which, turn criminals loose on society while other decisions try to t?ke away my means of protecting pro-tecting my home and my family. fam-ily. I am sick of being told that policemen are mad dogs who should not have guns but that criminals who use guns to I am sick of permissiveness. I am sick of the dirty, the foul-mouthed, the unwashed. I am sick of the dirty, the decline of personal honesty, personal integrity and human sincerity. Most of all, though, I am sick of being told I'm sick. I'm sick of being told my country is sick when we have the greatset nation that man has ever brought forth on the face of the earth. Fully fifty per cent of all the people on earth would willingly trade places with the most deprived, the most underprivileged among us. Yes, I may be sick, but if I am only sick, I can get well. I can also help my society get well and help my country get well. Take note, all of you . . you will not find me throwing a reck or a bomb: you will not find me under a placard; you will not see me take to the stieets; you will not find me ranting to wild-eyed mobs. But you will find me at work, paying taxes, serving in the community where I live. You will also find me expressing express-ing my anger and indignation |