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public housing . . . the Youth Conservation Corps, truth in lending. . . .” W. P. Bomar and J. L. Latimer, directors of Texas Utilities, are also on the committee of endorsers of the Manion Forum. founded by Clarence Manion after he was fired by President Eisenhower. Manion is a member of the national council of the John Birch Society. Clifford R. Jones, a director of Southwestern Public Service, appears as a director of “For America,” Metcalf’s recitation continued. H. Frederick Hagemann, Jr., a director of the same company, is a trustee for the “Foundation for Economic Education,” publisher of the Freeman magazine. TP&L president Lynch, director Robert H. Stewart III for Dallas P&L, and J. E. Jonsson, Dallas P&L director \(and also, of visory board of Dallas Freedom Forum, “which sponsors rightwing speeches in that city,” Metcalf said. Lynch “helped set up the original Freedom Forum, directed by Dr. Fred Schwarz, president of Christian Anti-Communist Crusade, by providing the forum with office space in the Fidelity Union Tower Bldg.,” Metcalf charged. TP&L is “one of the IOU’s which shows the film, ‘Communism on the Map,’ produced at one of the nation’s largest manufacturers of Bircher visual aids, Harding College, Searcy, Ark. Many IOU’s contribute regularly to Harding CollegeHouston Lighting & Power for example, has sent it $1,000 annually since 1955,” Metcalf said, continuing: “All three affiliates of Texas Utilities Dallas Power & Light, Texas Electric Service, and Texas Power & Lightcontributed $200 each during the 1961-’62 year to the Intercollegiate Society for Individualists. This society was founded by Frank Chodorov, author of the book, The Income Tax Root of All Evil. . . . “It is impossible to determine the extent to which the money of Texas electric consumers is diverted by utility officials into organizations such as those I have mentioned briefly,” Metcalf concluded, because instead of reporting to whom and to what they donate, the companies simply report in the following manner, as taken, Metcalf explained, from the companies’ form one reports to the Federal Power Cmsn.: 1963 1962 1961 $351,743.53 $270,515.59 $230,839.56 78,907.79 138,747.13 73,861.56 474,126.00 432,008.00 292,978.00 248,528.09 183,031.19 94,023.52 203,172.67 248,356.17 194,455.83 15,102.95 36,787.09 41,410.15 73,959.67 64,883.93 51,102.67 R.D. Company Dallas Power & Light: Account 930, “Donations” Texas Power & Light: Account 426, “Donations” Account 930, “Other expenses” Texas Electric Service: Account 426, “Donations” Account 930, “General business and civil activities” Southwestern Public Service: k Account 426, “Donations” Account 930, “Miscellaneous donations” My Resignation Under Duress at SMU Robert Goedecke Manhattan, Kansas It was suggested to me by the diligent editor of this paper that I write up something about my resignation under duress at Southern Methodist University, some two years ago. I suppose he wanted one of those nostalgia-type pieces, such as Phil Roth used to write for the New Yorker about Atlantic City. Or else maybe an expression of what Erich Fromm disparagingly calls “feeling xy”: “aggressive defiance, superiority, accusation, plus hurt innocence, martyrdom, persecution after false accusations.” Well, I do miss Gordo’s, and the fascination of watching how much scotch Shrake* could down at a party, and there were some good students that for some reason stayed to graduate instead of transferring, but as for having any contempt for Southern Methodist, or feelings of innocence of any kind, the goddess of Truth insists on a denial. I was forced from my underpaid position at SMU, but I am now in a better position in Kansas. The cow college here is identical in every important respect with the Oregon State presented in Malamud’s A New Life \(while SMU was more like I live in the country up here, out among the barren hills, watching Oklahoma blow *That, we guess, would be the novelist, Bud The writer is assistant professor of philosophy at Kansas State University in Manhattan, Kansas. B The Texas Observer past when the wind is southerly, and Nebraska go by with the Northers. There is a passel of coyotes down by the crick, affectionately named by me after various department heads and the dean down at Dallas. Southern Methodist was compared by a friend of mine to Versailles just before the end of the Ancien Regime, when they were still adding wings and new administrators and all, but that’s not my opinion. Actually the school is identical in nature with TCU, A and M, Abilene Christian, Denton, Canyon, and other such institutions indigenous to Texas. \(I would have said Baylor, but, amazingly enough, their ever, just as Dallas has real estate promotion ideas of being like New York City, so the ministers’ academy and music school there has pretensions of Eastern Glamour. They bought some perfessors from some Big Ivy League schools that can prove that Sigmund Freud was really a Christian, and that Martin Heidegger is not a Nazi, but a Methodist, like Sartre and William Albee. The promoters are always hoping that SMU will be accepted by The Establishment \(As Richard Rovere reported it had been, in enough button down shirters in the administration. Actually these carpetbaggers from the Ivy League are not what has given SMU a completely false reputation of being a universityfor one thing such persona immediately become Big Texans, and start huge Sunday School classes and , balk at the U.N. and milk for school childrenwhat really gave SMU its name was the fact that for years they had good passers on their football teams. SMU broke Notre Dame’s winning streak back in the fifties, Leahy and all, with repeated passes into the flat. Dangerous as hell. Well, the national audience listening to the game and all the sports writers decided the place must be really intellectual to have come up with just that play again and again, and the reputation of academic significance has stuck through all the later losing seasons, and them with no passers either. N 0, THE TRUE ISSUE of my leaving that Williamsburg sans foliage was that I had’ students to my house for wild orgies every weekend. When faced with the evidence, I then resigned to preserve the honor of motherhood and the home. In fact I got along well with some students, both the intellectuals and the Kappa Alphas, and the beatniks used to come to my house of weekends, on a bring-yourown-basis, but the orgies were all in the mind of the repressed, imputing to us their own concealed desires. Like all such salons around universities, ours . was filled with a combination of folk songs and biting . criticism of the dominant paideia in Highland Park, criticism which turned inevitably into neurotic self-criticisms, the standard ailments of the Outsider. The trouble was neurotic defeatism, not passion. The sins were not those of the middle-class fraternity boy on a binge, but of the misunderstood philosopher facing cultural realitiessomewhat like the Texas liberal facing election returns.