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Mrs. R. D. Randolph We cannot resist sharing just an item or two about her, if only to help those who knew her recall her more vividly for we know that to remember Ms. Randolph is not to mourn: to remember her is to take pleasure. Ms. Molly Armstrong of Houston, who is Frankie Randolph’s granddaughter, wrote us a memoir about her grandmother including some rare family glimpses. It seems that Frankie Carter was one of the greatest rebels in Camden, Texas, around the turn of the century. She made F’s in school, went barefoot and defied her father. Ms. Armstrong also reports that in all the family photos of Frankie’s wedding to Deak Randolph, Frankie looks mad as hell. Her friends had finally lashed her into going through the rigamarole of a fancy wedding, and Frankie was not happy about the results. So many people have called and written with Randolph stories. Ms. Randolph being caustic as she led a rump convention on the lawn of Municipal Auditorium in Austin: Ms. Randolph sending money anonymously every year to charity groups; Ms. Randolph patiently counselling angry, confused young people ready to drop out of the whole damn corrupt system. There is the story about the time Sen. Lyndon Johnson invited her to a conference with several others, at his hotel room at one of the national conventions, and he turned to her and asked, “Well, Mrs. Randolph, what can I do for you?” “Nothing,” she said. There are some other memories that are closer to home for us at the Observer. Only God and Cliff Olofson can tell you how much money Frankie Randolph put into the Observer between 1954 and 1962. She sold the paper to Ronnie Dugger for one dollar. Once or twice, Ms. Randolph had serious differences of opinion with Ronnie and later with Willie Morris. She disagreed, but she did not interfere. Lady is a word not much in vogue in this feminist office, but comes a time when respect demands that word, with all its connotations of superiority. Frankie Randolph was a great lady: if to live a good and useful life with rare style and integrity means anything, you will not forget that. The editors. anti-Democrat nor anti-Republican. We are pro-chicano. We won’t have to vote for McGovern. But, we must vote for our local candidates. Life in Texas as a chicano is hell regardless of who is President. Our goals and strategy are easy to comprehend and unbearable to accept \(if candidates. We want our own political base. We want South Texas. Previous efforts always ran aground in the May primaries. Liberals wouldn’t and couldn’t help. Therefore, we formed our own party in order to win. In behalf of Ramsey, gracias for your article. Jose Angel Gutierrez, Campaign Manager, Muniz for Governor, 1410 W. Zavala, Crystal City, Tex. 78839. Bookkeeping & Tax Service CU 3201 GUADALUPE, AUSTIN 78705 0 OFFICE HOURS: 9 A.M. TO 1 P.M. AND BY APPOINTMENT ANYTIME IDA PRESS 901 W 24th St Austin Multi copy service. Call 477.3641 A vote for Muniz Dear Moll Ivins. Mochas gracias for your muy interesante articulo on Ramsey Muniz, hopefully the next governor of Texas. But why did you have to spoil it? For example: “For their own political sakes \(many black, chicano and liberal Democratic Briscoe.” Why not? Do they value their “political sakes” \(whatever THAT preciously than their political integrity? Their sense of humanity? Are these “leaders” really aware and caring of the pressing needs of Texas? “Leaders” of what? Of whom? Of political toadies like themselves? How nice they sent a telegram! Was that to ease their consciences? Paul Montemayor says: “I will of course vote “dignity”? This is “honesty”? Come off it, Moll! I call it hogwash! Dear Ronnie Dugger. Briscoe is NOT the enemy? He is FOR McGovern? Where? In Never-Never Land? I hope you are not implying that Briscoe is even discussable as any sort of preference over Muniz. Come IDialogue off it, you too, Ronnie! Briscoe is for McGovern like Agnew is a Yippie. At first reading “Defining the Enemy” sounds like real, worthwhile ammunition for McGovern supporters. After my third reading, it came off as advocacy as a kind of self-righteous, sleazy brand of double-dealing, backroom shenanigans. Or am I too radical for you? You bet I can’t stomach Briscoe. You bet I’ll vote for Muniz. You bet I can’t stomach Nixon. You bet I’ll vote for McGovern: I hope to God there are thousands more like me. Sorry, Observer, but I think you let me down. John Rohde, 2700 W. Grauwyler \(Apt. Bedfellows? between the demagoguery of George Meany and that of Jose Gutierrez and Ramsey Muniz of the La Raza party. Meany denies the record of Senator McGovern concerning labor and La Raza denies the record of Senator McGovern on civil rights and minority legislation. Between the both of them, they just might have four more years of Richard Nixon’s benevolence. Isn’t it about time that these people get their heads out of their posteriors, and make their personal political careers subservient to the needs and interests of their constituencies? Rusty Hightower, 14310 Timberlake Dr., Arlington, Tex. 76010. The Obvious The one relatively watchable movie having just ended at 9:30, I turned over to NBC to see how the Republican Convention was going, although I already had an idea. Why belabor the obvious? Because it is so infuriatingly obvious, that’s why! It’s hard for me to see the difference September 22, 1972 1.5