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Doubtless your Nov. 1 article on "The Uneasy Scientists" will worry many a pulp-headed liberal. These sacred beings are being shackled, muzzled, harassed, etc. by military bureaucrats, politicians, officials, etc. Before falling suckers to this woolly-headed whine about thought control, let us all ponder an item in the Education section of your same issue, which reveals that a sample of 15 U.S. scientists showed two-thirds ignorant of the most elementary history and illiterate in philosophy. It is bad enough that scientists presenting themselves for a Doctorate of Philosophy should be crassly unaware of the meanest elements...
...opening sentence in your Nov. 8 goony bird story, which described this erratic but Pacific aviator as "an odd but charming creature which serves no useful purpose at all," was somewhat disturbing. Although I do not consider myself a bird fancier, the statement sets off a few serious overtones. What is the useful purpose of a starling, a hedgehog, or indeed, TIME'S Science writer...
...Nov. 8 report on organized chariy: We do need the big Community Chests, but we must not minimize the tremendous contribution of the hundreds of devoted smaller groups who do not "hit" the whole community but who direct their campaigns at limited circles of selected . . . persons and concentrate on specific tasks and areas of service. What these groups need is more know-how on fund raising. Many of them are woefully amateurish and wasteful (and annoying) in their money-raising effort...
What a gas it was to pick up a copy of your crazy mag and glim Dave Brubeck on the cover [Nov. 8]. At last those of us who dig the modernists won't receive gleepin' stares when we mention Brubeck or Rogers . . . These cats are the wailin'est! Thanks for your flipping recap of the '54 jazz scene...
...have never felt the urge to write a letter to TIME until I read Max J.K. Clark's letter in your Nov. 8 issue. It is a masterpiece. As long as we have Max J.K. Clarks, things will be all right with these United States . . . His slice of Americana [is] superlative...