Opinion
University Daily Kansan, June 22,1981
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The damage to people and property from Friday's tornado could have been much worse. Lawrence's short-lived encounter with the twister showed that many local businesses, including the Kansas Union, did not know what measures to take in a storm emergency. Only the capricious behavior of the tornado guaranteed that large numbers of people in local theatres, stores and restaurants were not crushed by falling roofs or injured by flying debris.
Disaster plans needed
Almost 400 people were in Woodruff Auditorium watching "Trash" when the tornado struck a few miles away. KU personnel should have begun an orderly evacuation of the fifth floor theatre when the sirens blew, but instead they told the audience to sit tight.
Had the tornado changed course and jumped three miles further north, the Union could have been hit and the audience would have been totally unprepared and unprotected.
Patrons on the Granada Theatre were told that a small basement was available, but that people could also leave and get their money back.
It is dangerous to go into the open or drive a car when a tornado is in town, but this wasn't emphasized. Children who were unaccompanied by adults were left to make their own choices about whether they would stay, go to the basement or make a run for home. No phone was made available to them so that they could reach their parents.
A tornado siren means that a twister has been sighted in the area. People should not be expected to fend for themselves in buildings where exits and possible shelter areas are unfamiliar to them.
In a town where a grocery store prints tornado safety procedures on its shopping bags, it is amazing that there are no publicized procedures indicating what businesses would do to protect their customers in a storm emergency.
The University and local businesses should have plans indicating what shelter is available in their buildings and what measures would be taken to insure the safety of the occupants. These plans should be on file with the city and should be implemented the next time the sirens blow.
Visions lost amid violence
By ACHAL MEHRA Staff Writer
They sought peace and found violence
They sought peace and roma violence. Mahatma Gandhi. The Great Soul. The apostle of nonvience. Felled to a communist's bullet.
Martin Luther King, Dreamt of a world of powerlessness. His vision shattered by angelic killing.
John Lennon. Sougat in anonymity in New York, Wound up dead in the streets he hated.
Three victims. Three criminals. Three visions. One end.
Senseless, ruthless, barbaric.
Inevitable in a world that preaches peace and promotes violence.
I inevitable in a world where death is more valuable than life.
Ever wondered what the price of international violence is?
In 1978 global military expenditures topped a stagnant $24 billion, twice the amount since years earlier.
Global military expenditures were nearly
to match the expenditures on public health in
1978
In 1978 the world spent in excess of $110 to every man, woman and child on this planet on a daily basis.
Know how much that is?
It exceeds the poverty line in many third world countries. Nearly half the population in these countries has less than that amount to spend on food throughout the year.
In 1978 $2.6 billion worth of arms was
transferred to underdeveloped countries,
to poorer nations, to famines and to stave off famines in those countries.
Almost all those arms were transferred by two self-appointed policemen of the world, the leader of the
In 1979 the United States supplied economic in excess of $9.9 billion to third world countries.
That year, it exported arms worth $6.7 billion.
Someone goofed.
It was the first time in ten years that the country's economic aid to lesser-developed countries was extended.
Between 1955 to 1979 US military assistance to third world countries exceeded $66.87 billion. More than half of it was provided during the last five years.
During the last five years, the United States transferred approximately $7 billion worth of loans to developing countries.
Economic aid during this period totaled under $30 billion.
The United States only one-upted the Russians.
Since 1955 Russia has pumped nearly $47 billion worth of arms in third world countries.
Economic aid during the past 25 years was just $18 billion.
Arms transferred to build arsenals on the graves of victims of starvation and malnutrition.
Between them the United States and the Soviet Union have transferred more than 80 percent of the $125 billion worth of arms exchanged by the world since 1955.
Arsenals built perhaps so that their people may starve in peace.
Know how good that feels?
Foul hunt proves loose as a goose Gertrude eludes Milwaukee officials
Bv DON MUNDAY
Guest Columnist
MIL WAUKEE-The world loves a renegade. Just look at the popularity of Jesse James. Or how Quantrill is eulogized in Lawrence. And Bronson's made a career out of being the hunted.
Around here, a different sort of renegade is being pursued. Her name is Gertrude, and she's been the object of a citywide search for over a month. Despite repeated sightings, she's still at large. She's led her pursurers on, so to speak, a wild goose chase.
The goose was first sighted in early May in a Milwaukee suburb. The first person to report her, wanted the police to put her out of her misery. However, says the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources, that would be illegal—she's protected by state and federal law.
Gertrude, you see, is a Canada goose. A Canada goose, that is, with a problem—she has a 20-inch broken arrow stuck in her leg. De agony of de feet.
And as if she didn't have enough troubles with that arrow, now she's got half of Milwaukee chasing after her. The poor goose is finding out that he doesn't belong to her; it is more dangerous than a horse of Good Samaritans.
Ever since then, game wardens have been stalking Gertrude, trying all sorts of ways to nab her alive so they can remove the arrow. They've tried lakeshore traps. They've tried snaring her in a net shot from a small cannon. They've set out drugged meal after drugged meal—presumably Purina Goose Chow—but her will power holds firm. Nothing works.
Official frustration—one exasperated game warden vowed, "I'm gonna get that son-of-sagun"—led to an appeal to the general public: get that goose. I imagine that appeal excludes the considerate person who shot the arrow in the first place.
Incidentally, that person, if caught, could be
About the same time that all this has been going on, a duck named Donna has had a similar problem in Las Vegas. She had an arrow clear through her body, and she eluded her pursuers for a month before she was caught and the arrow was removed. Coincidence? Conspiracy theory? No, it was depressing about a roaring mad archer who shoots broken shafts at water fowl.
fined $192 and have hunting and fishing privileges revoked for three years. But then, that anonymous archeist would probably claim that he was protecting his harvest after great trying to save gesees kill gesees.
But although Gertie and Donna are now history, Gertrude's plight is unresolved. She was last seen flying north from Milwaukee with her mate, Gertrude's no doubt on her way to Canada for the summer, probably less for the weather than to escape her pursuers. And who knows? through Wisconsin on her way south in the fall, giving us all a chance to change her some more.
That duck became such a celebrity that guards were posted to keep the crowd from bothering her incubating. And conspiracy theists, please note: her name was Gerie. (Still think it's all a coincidence?) "Gerie the Duck," a best-selling children's book, immortalized her story. You may have heard Captain Kangaroo read it on TV. (I did just last year.)
Milwaukee was made famous not by its breweries but by a duck who captivated Milwaukees over 35 years ago. Just before VE Day, a duck established residency on a wooden piling on one of the city's busiest bridges, where she chose to raise her family of six ducklings.
Much to the chagrin (and possibly embarrassment) of local animal lovers, Gertrude's size at large. The media have really taken a bite out of her. Her daughter Krause's always been soft on guarded birds.
As for me, I'm content to wait the "Hook if you've seen Gentrude" andumper stickers to come
MX promises Great Basin a future
BvN.E.WILSON
New York Times Special Services
MILFORD, Utah—We are often asked why this little town in southwest Utah, with a population of less than 1,500, supports the MX missile so enthusiastically. Why would we want the Air Force and construction crush to swarm over our lands and our desert valleys? The answer is complex.
Sudden growth is not new to Milford and Beaver County. The boom-bust cycle is historically a part of Milford and the county. Milford came into existence in the late 1800s. It boomed as a freight center when the railroad pushed south from Salt Lake City to serve the nearby cities of Ogallah and Show are now ghost towns, but 100 years ago Frisco had a population of 6,000.
Milford seems to experience a little boom every few years, generally from mining, while its stable economic base is agriculture and the mining industry. By the end of years it has experienced a net loss of population.
Possibly we don't revere the sagebrush and wide-open spaces as do the environmentalists who would protect every inch and every bush in our lands. On a typical day, while they only leave the city every few
The local people are at least patriotic, and maybe more so, than in other sections of the country. We believe in a strong national defense, and fear the consequences if ever the United States becomes so strategically weak that we face with any enemy and not only the enemy but these ones. But these enemies bloodyed American, and for that matter every citizen of the free world, should have.
years to speed down the freeway for a quick look at the beautiful but desolate country. Always in a rush to get to an air-conditioned motel for the night, happy they didn't get stranded between stops. They really have no idea of the vastness of the Western desert. Milfordites must travel 65 miles to see a movie. Traveling west or north, it's 75 miles to the next services. There is only one family to the west and one to the north in all that expanse where MX would be deniled.
MX, with an accompanying Air Force base at Milford, means we could complete our municipal golf course, which has only five holes. It means our schools would be filled with youngsters, not students. The smallest high school in Utah Milford's is the smallest high school in Utah fielding a football team. Many other activities suffer because of a lack of students to participate. Curriculum suffers as well, and some subjects are offered only on alternate years. We also compete as many as six unrelated subjects each day.
Surprising as it may seem, Milforddies enjoy many of the same cultural benefits you find in the city. We like the theater, ballet, opera, dining out, all types of athletic contests, bowling, roller skating, golf. But because of our small population, we are unable to support many of these cultural enterprises locally, and may have to travel several hundred miles to sample them.
MX and the growth that would accompany it would mean that we could have many of these things right here at home, without driving hundreds of miles or going without. It would be great for families of old residents as well as new. It would mean new blood for service and fraternal organizations.
First off, opponents of MX have distorted facts and exaggerated figures beyond the realm of
imagination. MX would displace only about 1 percent of the grazing land. That figures out to 30 to 40 cows over the entire deployment area. Planning efforts might even eliminate that loss and result in an increase in grazing after construction. MX roads would enhance mineral exploration, and every effort would be made to avoid known mineral resources.
MX would provide jobs so that our youth won't have to traipse off to the big city as soon as they graduate from high school. And there would be homes for residents who could return home to the land they love.
Milford anticipates a growth to approximately 5,000 population. Hardly what you'd call a metropolitan city. But it would be a nice-sized community that would retain the small-town atmosphere but provide the services and facilities that present residents want and need.
Sure there would be growing pains. But we are well prepared to handle them. We believe the military would be good neighbors. They've proved to be in most places they've located.
We don't believe MX would make us a target. The whole country is a target, and the devastation in a nuclear war is only a few minutes longer whether you are hundreds of miles from impact or right under the blast. Uah, with its existing military installations, and as a center of rail transportation and communications, is already a target.
But MX, if it's built in time, could be the deterrent to keep a nuclear war from happening until reason prevailed in the world. And we in Milford believe there is no better place to deploy it than right here in the Great Basin of Utah and Nevada.
(N.E. Wilson is editor and publisher of The Beaver County News, a weekly.)
Cattle raising offers farmers bustle,bother
Cattle have never been my favorite kind of animal. As calves they are jealously protected by their mothers and when they're grown they just stand around munching grass as if to say "Who are you to be in my pasture?" What insolence. No wonder I was so thrilled when my home came 11 cows from father's sale almost 15 years ago. That was the beginning of trouble.
Cows can't even be born without a fuss. We have to rent a huge, white-faced Hereford bull, who soon says "hello" to our sleek, Black Angus cow. Calves arrive nine months later.
Oh, the evenings spent counting calves? If I messed up I had to count again or search an
thought of the KBI. After his tirade, he glanced over at the next table. Who would have known that KBI agents eat local hot roast beef sandwiches?
When the calves that survive the lightning and savage hedge apple attacks reach approximately 500 pounds, we call the trucker. Before he comes, we herd, chase, and "holler" the animals into the muddy hog lot by the barn and then proceed to sort out the calves in knee to angle-leek muck. The trucker then backs up his calves to be poked by the dogs and pokes the calves with his electric prod into his long, red truck that rumbles to the Kansas City stockyards.
Judy Crawford
Winters were spent chopping pond ice and tossing hay bales off a rickety old wagon. Summers were spent spraying tough cowl hides for filies and hearing the pathetic, painful cries of those who drilled the insulated calves. Those were times I slewed the steaks was on a national forbidden food list.
We sometimes go along to watch the auction. Through a livestock company, which receives a commission, the animals are sold in an arena full of large cattle farmers and small farmers, oc-
entire 40-acre pasture for a measly white-faced
horse. He's soon learned to overcount. Ethical, no. Convenience.
casionally an entire family or two. COOP and John Deere caps are profusely scattered among
Sometimes problems aren't always the cows' fault such as the infamous and mysterious cattle mutilations of a few years ago. We found two of our cows dead beside the creek, each with an ear cut and the uter and reproductive organs removed as if it with a scapeh. There was no blood, but they died from awaillong hedge apples and were eaten by wild animals. The KBI agreed.
As the auctioneer with the beige Stetson ends his incomprehensible string of "Bid a dolla,"$ the price paid per hundred pounds is flashed on a small screen. My mother gets a worried look on her face. "Is that bad?" I ask. "It's terrible!" she whispers back.
The calves disappear behind a big wooden door. They will go to a large farmer who can afford to buy the grain to tatten the cattle that eventually ends up on someone's supper table. Very little of the final profit goes to small farmers like mv parents.
At other times, cows can seem pretty dumb. They can stand by a barbed wire fence during a thunderstorm. "Whap!" goes the lightning. The cows and a visit from the dead animal wander.
Even though cattle don't bring much of a profit sometimes, my parents still raise them. Cows are OK, but we'll never be exceptionally close. I don't even like to eat them anymore.
The local farmers replied "Hogwash!" At the Pumpkin Center Cafe. mw brother what said he
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