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IN TEXAS BEER IS A NATURAL Brewed slowly, by a centuries-old natural process, beer is Texas’ traditional beverage of moderation light, sparkling, delicious. And naturally, the Brewing Industry is proud of the millions of dollars it contributes to this state’s economy through wages, advertising, rentals, insurance, transportation and utilities; Money made inTexas, spent in Texas. In Texas, beer belongs, enjoy it. UNITED STATES BREWERS ASSOCIATION, INC. TEXAS DIVISION immediately after his arrest.” On the other side, defense lawyer Percy Foreman said the requirement is already law and added: “To point up that this would not be a handicap to officers who do not intend to use brutality, I cite the fact that federal officers take prisoners quickly before a magistrate in every arrest. And this does not interfere with their efficiency.” But this, and copious other debate, was obviated by the botch-up of the final passage of the bill. It is agreed that the bill sent to the governor included ten misplaced pages, some duplicate pages, and even carbons of typed pages, and that it was materially different from the bill that passed. Sen. Hardeman blamed intellectual dishonesty or inefficiency or both in the Senate enrolling room. The parties concerned in that division said this was not true, and that Hardeman’s orders complete with cursewords had been followed to the letter. Mrs. Elsie McGinnis, the Senate enrolling clerk, said very pointedly that Hardeman insisted that the copy she sent to the governor be sent, and that when she objected that usually three copies go to the governor, Hardeman became angry. She did not appeal against Hardeman’s orders, as she could have done. Briscoe said that since it was Hardeman’s bill that went to the governor, not the legislature’s, it was Hardeman who stood to gain by the mix-up. Rep. Bob Hughes, Dallas, the principal House sponsor, blamed inadvertence in the enrolling room. But that somebody had either goofed or pulled a fast one, no one, not any of the conferees nor spokesmen for the State Bar, could deny; and thus does the present law, to the relief of Briscoe and Wade, prevail. Hardeman says it will be hard to pass the new -code again; Hughes has hope; but MARTIN ELFANT Sun Life of Canada Houston, Texas CA 4-0686 PROFESSORS! Do your students have time, what with their campus carnivals, summer crams, and coming careers, for the here and now? If ten or more of them subscribe for the summer three months and we can send the papers in one bundle to one address, they can get the Observer for $1.00 each. If the papers have to be mailed individually, the summer rate is $1.50. Please specify if you want your little bundle stamped, “Antidote to Dallas Mornwhether the matter will be taken up in a special session or will have to go over to 1965 remains to be seen. Perhaps the legislature should have improved legislative procedure before taking on criminal. A Communication It is now seven years since I retired from the university to this stock farm in east Texas. The slash pines in the plantation I planted six years ago on three sides of the house are now twenty feet tall and I can see out only to the east, across the pasture, and into the woods. A driveway leads through the pines to an oil road, which leads to a highway, which leads to a town, but I cannot see any of them, nor do I care to. The pines may require some explanation to those who do not know east Texas. It is not a part of the West at all, but rather a part of the Old South, both geographically and culturally. \(Those cowboy boots and western hats are a damnable affectaence, in an area which averages over forty inches of rainfall, are roadrunners, a few jackrabbits, a tiny variety of prickly pear, and an occasional drought. The country now consists of smallish pastures interspersed with mixed pine and hardwood timberland. This was cotton country not too long ago, now they’ve gone to cattle. This is Bible country, and “nigger” country, too. I use that term with no disrespect. When I grew up here, a couple of decades ago, that was just what the dark-skinned were called, by both races. We didn’t know what a “knee-grow” was. It was nothing remarkable to hear a black mother yell out to her child, “You git in here, riigguh, fo’ ah tan yo’ hide.” Race relations were, then and now, a delicate balance of pride and prejudice, servility and insolence, though the balance is continually shifting. They were mostly “good niggers” in the old days, but was there not even then an undercurrent of ridicule of the “masters”? As a child I June 14,.1963 15