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Did you EVER hear. of an insurance company . . . which allows its CLAIMS to be ARBITRATED! We do! Specifically, Part Five of our Special Union Labor Disability policy states that . . . “In the event of a disagreement between the Insured and the Company on any question arising under the policy, the matter under dispute may, on the request of the Insured in writing to the Executive Offices of the Company be referred to a Board of Arbitration, said Board to consist of three persons, one to be selected by the Insured, one by the Company, and a third selected by these two. The award or decisions of the arbitrators, or a majority of them, if not unaminous, shall be binding upon both the Company and the Insured.” This provision is in the policy that pays you $200 per month when you are disabled and unable to work due to sickness or accident. Something else. Ours is one of the few Unionized insurance companies in the United States. Our employees are represented by Local 277 of the Office and Professional Employees International Union. And we’re proud of it! A MUMMA INCOME LIFE LAttitemee Executive Offices, P. 0. Box 208, Waco, Texas BERNARD RAPOPORT President side overlooking the, river. When hoarseness began to set in, the speaker paused for a second and asked a question of the man who seemed to be the leader of the Nazi group. Unlike the others, the leader wore red collar insignia and wandered around pretty much as he pleased. Then the speaker resumed his speech with what he said would be his concluding remarks. This earned the applause of those in the vigil. After one final repetition of what he had been repeating all afternoon, the speaker quit. The Klan turned on its loudspeakered music once more. The Nazis quickly \(but not efficientthe cars and formed up for a final bless. ing from their hoarse, red-faced spokesman. The Klansmen again yielded, stilling their music. With a final salute \(upraised Nazis roared away Dallas-ward. THE PEACE which followed was brief. The Klan began broadcasting a recording of Uncle Tom jokes almost immediately. A young couple had been wandering aimlessly around the periphery of the vigil all afternoon, looking at and listening to what was happening and, meanwhile, picking yellow flowers from the fields.: The boy approached a Klansman and offered him a single yellow blossom. Impulsively, the Klansman accepted it before he realized what he was doing. Reacting, he crumpled the flower in his fist, and, with a dramatic flourish, threw it to the ground. As the couple walked away, the boy took another flower and placed it . on the hood of the Grand Dragon’s car. The foregoing account was written by Robert Cogswell, who is a government and pre-law student at the University of Texas, the secretary of the Texas Society to Abolish Capital Punishment, and an employee of the Observer’s business staff. Cogswell, formerly of Houston, but now an Austin resident, confesses that he believes he failed a test of his beliefs during the Easter vigil, in which he participated. “I saw that the Nazis had left the parking lights burning on one of their cars. For a couple of hours I felt that it was my Christian duty to point this out to them, but, somehow, I didn’t.” When the Nazis pulled out, heading back home, the car started with no difficulty. After the vigil, William Pepper addressed those who participated in the Ranch Road One demonstration. Pepper’s remarks are reported in the following personal account by Sara Clark, who is a leader of STANCE, an Austin group that opposes U.S. participation in the Vietnam war. Miss Clark is a U.T. graduate student of English from Dallas. Ranch Road One Where is the enemy when a G.I. pulls blackened sixand seven-year-old bodies out of a “Viet Cong tunnel”? Who is the victor when an American soldier must shoot an advancing eight-year-old because he might have a grenade concealed in his shorts? Who has won when the countryside is uninhabitable, the villages, livestock, and crops destroyed by American weapons, the surviving population secured behind barbed wire in “refugee” camps? Who has conquered the one-legged, earless, burn-deformed children, four to a bed, who die painful deaths in hospitals? Who has valiantly subdued the street orphans of Saigon, whose rags, distended bellies, and new “western ethics” are products of the war? William Pepper asked these questions on Easter Sunday at the vigil on Ranch Road One near the LBJ Ranch and he answered: Where the children must lose, no one wins. And in this war, it seems, the soldiers can’t find the communists for the children. Over 53% of the people of Vietnam are under sixteen; in the rural areas where the war is being fought, the figures reach as high as 70%. When one speaks of the “civilian population” of Vietnam, Pepper said, one is speaking of children. PEPPER IS AN instructor in political science at Mercy College, Dobbs Ferry, New York, and is executive director of the National Conference for New Politics. He spent five or six weeks in the spring of 1966 in Vietnam as a freelance correspondent and evoked considerable concern earlier this year by publishing an article and photos on “The Children of Vietnam” in Ramparts magazine. If you have read that article, or the article in the January Redbook by Dr. Richard Perry, or the one by David McLanahan in the March 25 Saturday Review, all on civilian casualties in Vietnam, it seems impossible that anyone who knows anything at all about the way this war is being waged could continue to rationalize it. How can we accept the development of wonderful new Napalm B with its “superior adhesive qualities”? How can we read this paragraph in the March 27 Austin Statesman?: “The Vietnamese woman ignored the crying baby in her arms. She stared in hatred as the American infantrymen with April 14, 1967 13