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mission.” It is suspected that Patman wants to investigate the operations of the office of State Treasurer Jesse James. Patman himself will not say in what agency he specifically thinks a large sum of money might be saved. Sen. Bill Moore, Bryan, managed, by a tactical maneuver, to get the equal rights for women bill up for another vote sans Sen. Hardeman’s crippling amendment. However, the Senate has refused to suspend rules to take it up further. The Senate has also declined to take up Moore’s bill to require certain merchants to close on Sunday \(Jewish customs provide for Education Bills The legislature has provided, at Connally’s behest, an $85 million student loan fund. House sponsor George Hinson, Mine ola, says the interest rate will not exceed 4.5%. Loans will be available to students in public and private, including religious, schools. . Compulsory school attendance will be required of 17-year-olds next September as a result of a law it is hoped will discourage drop-outs. Rep. Eckhardt protested as the House required runoffs in school-board elections; he said this will keep members off minorities off the boards Gov. Connally won quick approval of his program for a technical vocational college to train youths for specialized jobs in industry if he can talk the U.S. into giving Texas the land and buildings at Waco’s James Connally AFB when it is deactivated. The governor signed the law taking Arlington State College away from Texas A&M and giving it to the University of Texas system, making U.T.’s total enrollment 41,000. Connally signed a bill drop ping “Teachers” from the name of Sam Houston State Teachers College; the House has approved changing East Texas State College into a University and creating new boards of regents for that school and West Texas State University in Canyon. In the wake of Connally’s veto of the legislature’s new medical school for Texas Tech, Houston’s Rep. Willis Whatley withdrew his program to get one for Houston. Some of the legislators are kicking around, once again, the subject of letting girls go to Texas A&M. Rep. Reed Quilliam, Lubbock, shepherded through the House a bill doubling the auto inspection fee and giving 95c of the $2 to the state to finance driver education in the public schools, using 667 additional uniformed highway patrolmen. Quilliam said this would release teachers for teaching and cut down juvenile delinquency by giving youngsters contact with “a uniformed officer.” HOORAY FOR WAR Or, Peaceniks and the SS Out at the LBJ Austin I was having a conversation with Bob Bales, the owner of Scholz Garten, an Austinwatering place. He was engaged in discoursing on an article in Newsweek which happily consoled him with the report that practically all state legislatures are inept and that Texas has not been stricken with any particular divine blight. Outside the office, in the garten, things were breaking fast. It was Easter Eve and business wasn’t too good, but a true peacenik knoweth no holiday. Even then the proponents of bearded sainthood were extending every effort to end the war in Viet Nam by the inexorable logic inherent in demonstrating. People might read news stories, columnists, editorials, magazines, look at television, listen to the radio, argue on bar stools, and come to no conclusions, but the irresistible logic exemplified by a few whiskers carrying signs and handing out pamphlets aways gets them. Two denizens of the garten were planning to go to Johnson City to watch the demonstration at the LBJ Ranch and had asked me go along. I replied that I would be glad to go along as a war demonstrator and that I detested peacemongers. It turned out that one was a belligerent and the other was in league with the demonstrators. Fortunately, the belligerent was dog drunk which made him all the more obnoxious. We went by a house to pick up another passenger, a peacenik. He was the only one of us who was a qualified demonstrator. He had a red beard. Taking along liquid provisions from a local 7-11 to sustain us on our pilgrimage, we sped off into the night towards Johnson City. The belligerent was determined to argue out the matter with the peacenik 8 The Texas Observer Dan Strawn in the back seat. He raised his voice more and more as the fumes from the hops emanating from beneath his epiglottis permeated the closed atmosphere of the car. The driver was pleading with him to quiet down. The peacenik wasn’t having any peace. I was searching for a can of beer. “Give them an inch and they’ll take a mile,” the belligerent was saying. “I cussed Johnson every night, but this time he’s right. What do you think about it?” “I don’t think we have any business being there. I don’t know anything about it at first and then I started reading and eighty percent of the people in Viet Nam want Ho Chi Minh as their premier. Diem promised the South Viet Namese free elections, but didn’t give them to them. If free elections were held Ho Chi Minh would win with 80 per cent of the votes,” the peacenik said. According to my reading 95% of them wished to hell we’d both get out. “Don’t you believe in democracy?” the belligerent asked the peacenik. “Yes, in this country, but a system of government that works here does not necessarily work in another country, and I don’t believe that we should force it on the rest of the world.” “That’s right,” I added, “and if Ho Chi Minh was elected he’d certainly force free elections in South Viet Nam every year from now on.” “Would you fight if the United States were invaded?” the belligerent asked. “No!” the peacenik replied. “Would you fight if your home were invaded and your wife and child threatened?” “Yes I would, but that would be a different matter.” “How is it different?” “I would not fight anyone in uniform because they were in uniform. If they were out of uniform and acting as individuals that would be a different matter. I am for defense and national defense spending, but I don’t believe in the draft and think there are enough volunteers who like war to maintain our defenses.” “I believe in radioactive rice paddies,” I interdicted. “Bomb them all, hooray for war!” The peacenik then spoke softly to the driver. “I don’t think we’re accomplishing much coming over here. We seem to be defeating our purpose.” “Down with peace!” I said. The peacenik was beginning to be unpeacenik looking. WE STOPPED OFF for a beer and burger at Johnson City and headed for the barricades. We kept a wary eye out for a careening beer-can throwing white Lincoln, but it didn’t show. There were three highway cops there, a frantic Secret Service man, and about eight or nine peaceniks asleep beside the road under Army blankets. A fine way to stop the war, I thought. The law had a wooden barricade up with a light in the middle of it. All of the cops were standing in the middle of the road, daring, dauntless, dead-eyed, debonair, and doubtful. It was black as pitch so I can’t expound on the beauties of the hill country, or the beer cans. The cops had their cars parked on the side of the road. The peaceniks were sawing wood on our side of the barricade. Half of them were pointed whiskers and toes perpendicular to the road