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Wednesday, June 27, 1973
University Daily Kansan
griff and the unicorn
As was generally expected, Clarence M. Kelley, chief of police, Kansas City, Mo., crossed the biggest hurdle in the way of his being appointed FBI chief and received a stamp of total approval yesterday from the Senate Judiciary Committee.
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The Federal Bureau of Investigation, which has lately been riding around like the headless borseman of Sleepy Hollow, should benefit greatly from the appointment of a man who appears to have, if nothing else, the courage of his convictions.
Other than the praise heaped on him by so many different people, there is the simple fact that Kelley has proved himself in his job as an operative. He has those who vehemently opposed Kelley's nomination found themselves admitting that the "insensitive" automation they were opposing had effectively made his law enforcement setup a precision-operated machine.
and even members of Kansas City's black community have come forward to support
Kelley has been indirectly blamed for the death of six blacks in the 1968 riot following Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassination, but no one seems to have been able to make a case of it. The official inquiry into the riots certainly produced nothing against him,
FBI Gets Man of Convictions in Kelley
Kelley himself, unlike the current fashion higher administrative units, are capable of making up a significant portion of employment.
error. He has admitted the 1968 riots took six human lives, that these humans were blacks and that these deaths might possibly have caused such Sudden. Such candor and honesty is rare.
Kelley has promised full cooperation in an unprecedented congressional hearing into the role and function of the FBI, and seems to have got off on the right foot with the new legislation. Kelley has congressional monitoring, Kelley has gone on record as saying that this would be
"most desirable. . . to protect the country from venal leadership."
Every now and then a nation needs to shake itself vigorously to avoid being taken into the dangerous sleep of complacency. To do that a shakeup is in progress no one can deny.
He has withstood the scruiting of a body of highly responsible public servants. The least we can do is give the man the benefit of knowledge of the good things said about him are true.
Perhaps Clarence M. Kelley, FBI director-designate, can clear the air and help restore things back to where Americans would like to see them.
Perhaps even the younger generation can expect something good to come of this appointment—a lessening maybe of the mutual distrust police and students have for each other. But even with a humane person rather than the "radical," hunter, black-hater some critics say he is
After that, it's up to Kelley.
He will have to prove himself worthy of our trust.
Zahid Iqbal
'X-Rated' Motels Cater to Middle-Aged Marrieds
By DAVID SHAW
The Los Angeles Times
LOS ANGELES—From the outside, it looks much like any of the other motels that dot Ventura Blvd. in the west end of Los Angeles.
The doors of the 60 rooms are alternately pink and green, the umbrellas alongside the swimming pool are red and gold, the neon signs are "phone," "heated pool" and "cold TV."
The room rate, one sign says, is $8 a night; *family suites* are $12. Most major hotel rooms are $19.
THE MOTEL CALLS itself a "luxury budget" motel, whatever that means, and the furnishings, though clean and modern, are clearly more budget than luxury. Like the exteriors, most of the interiors—drab green walls, feather-light floors—and light-filled rooms—do not seem much different from what one customarily finds in impensive hotels.
But the interiors of about one-third of the rooms are, indeed, different. In these rooms, there are water beds and mirrors—mirrors on the wall at the foot of the bed, mirrors on the wall at the head of the bed, mirrors on the ceiling above the bed.
If you tune the television in any of these routes to channel 3, you will not see the skingboarder in action. The Angles have a b genuine, full-color skin-fleck ... an "X-rated adult movie," as the pro-
THIS MOTEL IS one of 10 in the Los Angeles areas now showing adult movies on
closed-circuit television. Most are in the downtown area doing a booming businessespecially on weekends and, to a lesser extent, weekday afternoons.
The weekday afternoon trade is not surprising.
"Mostly married businessmen out for an afternoon quickie with their secretary or mistress," says the manager of one mokel. "We have a special discount rate for them."
"THEY BELONG TO a generation that was brought up to think of sex as something secret and dirty," says Alberto Aranto, a 39-year-old filmmaker who runs three adult-movie titles.
"Some of them, particularly the women, are curious now about adult movies and books. They hear about it all the time, and they'd like to see the real thing, just to satisfy their curiosity—only they are afraid a neighbor or someone else they know would meet them when they went to a theater and that would embarrass them. So they come here."
In 1966, he bought a 60-mit motel, and in
1971, he acquired another 15-motel unit.
THE THREE ARE within four blocks of each other on Ventura Blvd., and early this year he began offering adult movies in all three.
"We still take regular motel customers," he says. "We don't have any signs out front that we are going to stay."
But if a customer knows about the extra service, and is willing to pay for it, he's assigned to a room with a special adapter on his desk. The manager is controlled from the manager's office.
Rates for the rooms with movies vary from motel to motel, but they generally run about $15 to $18 a night for rooms with a regular bed and black-and-white TV, $20 to $22 a night for TV and a waterbed. Some motels also have a separate rate for king-size beds.
SINCE MOST customers want what Antico calls "the works"-color TV, water bed, mirrors—the motels make a nice place to stay. But not everyone would normally rent for less than half that
But the business is not without risk. Police have made obscenity arrests at four of the motels and are continually investigating the others.
The manager of one motel, in county territory near Pasadena, was arrested recently for showing "Deep Throat," the movie film that became a nationwide sensation.
He told police he had purchased a print of the film for $300 and then made four extra copies.
GUESTS IN THE MOTEL were charged $20
a night—or $17 for a two-hour "muckle."
Arrests in other motels, all within the city of Los Angeles, have also been made for showing hard-core sex films, and most of the motels now to try to show soft-core films most of the time, hoping the law of averages will be on their side—that when plainclothes
Thus, it can be argued that in soft-core films there is no proof of actual sexual acts. In legal terms, the act may only be "simulation" or "assimilation," i.e., case, the courts have held, it is not observed.
Surprisingly, prostitution hasn't been much of a problem at the adult-movie culture.
THE ADULT-MOVIE motels try to protect themselves against raids by requiring all guests to use their real names and show ID cards that include their occupation.
vice officers check in for a night, they will see only soft-core films.
"YOU GET TO know when a prostitute is setting up shop in your place," one manager says. "People start calling regularly and ask for her by name, and you start seeing a lot more of her than you usually do with any one legitimate guest."
"Kick her the hell out before the vice sound beats me to it."
What does he do about it?
And what does he do when a would-be guest asks if he provides girls with the dress.
"WE JUST TELL them the truth—we don't," says George Flores, 22, who manages a 69-unit motel, with 45 rooms wired for the adult movies.
Flores' 26-year-old wife, Patricia, lives with him in the motel, and she says she's had several customers ask her. "Do you go along with the room?"
The answer is always no, but the question doesn't seem to bother her.
"Actually," she says, "a lot of men are
The Washington Post
By JEANNETTE SMYTH
Cultural Cat Haunts Kennedy Center Plays
Meow,
Meow?
WASHINGTON -Say you're sitting in the Eisenhower Theater at the Kennedy Center, watching the Theater of the Deaf production of "Antigone." In dramatic silence, King Creon is banishing his niece Antigone to a short, nasty, brutish life in a cave.
Yes, you distinctly heard a meow. (The Theater of the Deaf is as much for hearing as deaf audiences. And apparently for cats as well). It's Mosby again, the cultural cat,
the gray ghost of the Kennedy Center, who's been living wild in an unfinished theater above the Eisenhower Theater. Lately he's taken to dropping in during performances.
He recently discovered a hole in the floor of his own theater, which opened up new vistas. To wit, a three-foot crawl space in the ceiling of the Eisenhower Theater.
"HE USUALLY picks the most quiet spot in the play," says Edward B. Schelsler, building management and cat trainer. "I will try to sing something. He's a harm."
Schessler inherited the job of feeding
Mosby after the departure of the construction company secretary, Jean Morse, who found Mosby. Two women, the wife of the center's board chairman and a National Board member, received from the Kennedy Center, are buying Mosby's "high protein" cat food and kitten litter.
"He has the run of that ceiling in the Eisenhower, Theater," Shessler said, "through holes in the floor for future piping. According to Morse, Mosby was a tough guy. He worked as workers to scare both zombie pigs. When Mosby started eating their lunches
they chased him off and he went to live in the theater—still unfilled for lack of luck.
He is not trapped anywhere, as was first thought.
"He also has the run of the atrium and the north gallery upschairs," Schelsler says. "He can walk all around up there. He's everywhere encounters all the way over at the restaurant."
Past Scandals Don't Mitigate Watergate
Bv JAMES KILPATRICK
To judge from the mail crossing my desk, many unwavering friends of Richard Nixon—he still has several million—are relying on an understandable but embarrassing defense in this Watergate mess, it is the defense of "so's your old man."
It goes to this effect: Roosevelt, Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, and Johnson all suffered from scandals, improprieties, or blunders in their administrations. Roosevelt Trump got ridified by the通讯ist commitee Trump, with the five percenters. Trump, who promised to clean up the mess, had a problem with Sherman Adams. Kennedy
gathering political intelligence; that the plan included burglarizing and bugging the offices of the Democratic National Committee, a group that Mitchell knew of the plan and approved it; that once the burglaries were caught, the President's closest aides conspired to cover up the affair; that the cover-up included the use of bribery all intended to obstruct justice.
NOBODY can get near him "He's a wild and the dickens!" and all efforts to catch Mosby have failed. Scheller is about ready to give up his latest cat-trapping project. In two months Mosby has repeatedly eluded it. Baited Washington Humane Society tran
"He's smarter than I am," Schessler says. "I can spring that trap with a piece of paper—it's very sensitive. But he goes in and takes it out, and just clean gets out. He never gets caught."
My beloved colleague Bill Buckley, editor of National Review, recently bounced twice on the springboard of Watergate and dived neatly into the waters of Chappaquidick. He thought it interesting to compare the spectacular leaks and exposures of Watergate with that thwarted investigation of Senator Edward Kennedy's conduct four years ago.
And finally, that the President of the United States knew enough of what was happening in Iraq.
Well, with the greatest affection and deference for my colleagues and colleagues in general, I respect, and in the kindest way: knock it off. So far as the Watergate mess is concerned, these other events may be not material. Let us stick to the point.
Let me try to summarize what is meant by "Watergate." The charge is that persons involved in the Watergate re-election of President early in 1972 embarked upon a patently criminal plan for
blundered with the Bay of Pigs. Johnson had Bobby Baker. And the plaintive point is made: Nobody ever spoke of impeaching them.
Dean apparently was in on just about everything involved in the Watergate scandal. He is a member of Diana de man's reputation for truth and veracity, such as it is, his story will have to be weighed with other evidence going to the President's awareness of the whole sordid matter.
If the purpose is merely to keep Watergate in historical perspective, well and good. There is a certain sidebar interest in the scandals and campaigns of Grant, Clayton Moore and others who harm done by making the point that Watergate, unlike other scandals, did not involve the theft of public funds or the bribery of public officials. But after these ritual incantations have been made, we are not sure if Mr. Clinton cannot be exorcised by exhuming Mary Jo.
What in the world does Bobby Baker have to do with that? It is immaterial, it seems to me, that Barry Goldwater's phones were bagged in 1948, or that someone stole Nixon's health records in 1968, or that Ted Kennedy went for a tragic drive in 1969.
This column had to be written before John Dean's public testimony before the Ervin committee, but the evidence Dean gave in private, leaked through the committee's sieve last week provided a kind of testimonial purse.
The vise closes on Nixon. One jaw is labeled, "the knew," the other, "he did not know." We are squeezed in an unhappy situation because he did not know, he did not know, he was inapt. If that is a fair metaphor, there is no way—no way—the President and his disappointment have been.
The time may come, if Senator Kennedy runs for the White House, when the Senator's credibility appropriately may be tested. And Kennedy's credibility that matters now.
Those of us on the conservative side, sick at heart at the wreckage on every hand, will gain nothing by peripheral diversions and recollections. The question is not the awareness of Franklin Roosevelt, but the awareness of Richard Nixon.
"Everybody wants to keep him around," Schessler says. "They call him the Eisenhower Cat." He's a good luck omen, the war these theatrical people believe."
In the unlikely event the furry phantom is apprehended, however, they're not about to be killed.
"WHAT I'd like to do is bring him down to my office and tame him."
--to embearach to make reservations here.
They have their wives do it.
"IVE HANDLED A lot of calls where the woman calls and I can hear the man in the background, finding 'Say out how much it costs.' Sometimes, the woman will even tell me she's not going to her husband know about the movies until they get here before we go. She's barrassed or he'll say he doesn't think she should see things like that."
Pete Conti, 29, manager of one motel, remembers a group of six people, three couples in their 40s, who rented a room with a king-size bed, left the door wide-open and sat on the床, fully-clothed, watching the movie.
Most customers in the adult-movie motels tend to make reservations in advance, just as if they were going to Palm Springs or Las Vegas for the weekend.
"When they saw the four movies we had, they left." he said.
*"YOU'D BE SURPRISED how word*
*"YOUD BE SURPRISED how* Phrases say. A lot of people call us "you'd be surprised" or "you'd be surprising."
land. They want to know if what they we
know is true—and if we have a room
available.
BUT A SUBSTANTIAL number of guests return regularly.
Most guests in the adult-movie motel are novelty-loving, satisfying, their own type of movie. They want to know what's going on.
At the same motel, a man checking in with his wife orders some champagne and flowers to be delivered to their room for her in advance each time they come.
At one motel, a man comes in with his wife every three or four weeks, and they always bring pastram sandwiches with them from a nearby delicatessen.
Kansan Staff Writer
I was hypnotized and consciously aware of everything that was happening to me, but particularly aware of the feelings I was experiencing.
I begged her to make it stop. Screaming, I demanded she make it stop.
She was not whirling the chair. I only perceived that it was whirling. My therapist asked me to "stay with the feeling," to try to stay connected in my life when I had felt the same way.
Hypnosis enabled me not only to remember what had occurred on that day, but also afforded an opportunity to attempt to deal with unresolved feelings.
I finally remembered when I had felt the same sensations before. I was about five years old, car sick and on a t i p with the family.
She was whirling the chair, around and around like a tilt-a-wirl that couldn't or wouldn't stop. My mouth began to salivate, and my head and my head hurt. I wanted to vomit.
Primal Scream Releases Backlog of Stored Agony
As a participant in a modified primal therapy program, I frequently undergo hypnosis. While in a trance, I remain calm and focused, with no feeling, yet my inhibiting defense
By EARLYNNDA MEYER
While under hypnosis, I have allowed myself to regress to a specific year of my childhood and to fully experience feelings that once were repressed. Excoriating as it may be, I came out of the trance with peace with numbness ever before, and hopefully less neurotic.
Contrary to the magical fantasies that many of us share, hypnosis does not render one helpless, nor does one reveal things which later escape memory.
mechanism threshold is lowered considerably.
While in a trance, I am usually able to discuss things that ordinarily might be too daunting.
Arthur Janov is responsible for the development of primal therapy, a method for dealing with neurosis. Janov's therapy method as discussed in the book "Primal Scream," is based on the idea that pain inflicted upon us during childhood is not only painful but also difficult. Because the individual chooses not to deal with the pain in childhood, it backlogs, creating an avalanche of stored agony, hence the neurotic.
The backlog of pain necessitates the primal scream. Janov believes if we relieve the painful experiences and can relieve the pain, we begin to diminish the extent of the neurasia.