After seeing Paul McCartney and Wings in Boston my admiration for them greatly increased, but after reading your article (PEOPLE, June 7), that admiration turned to immense respect. You show him to be as good a father as he is a musician.
Edward P. Kelly
New Britain, Conn.
All that family garbage is for the birds! (And I think he knows it, but he just wants the “image”!) I was absolutely disgusted with the theory on “…fathers work, kids are in school…” As if we all can afford private tutors and are able to lounge around the house with comic books! Come off it, Paul. Underneath all that crap though, I still like his music.
Being big fans of Paul, my roommate and I have collected all the Wings albums and instead of just sitting around listening we exercise to them religiously every night. We’ve now lost five pounds.
Phyllis J. Hall
I’m afraid Paul McCartney’s music rolled over and died. I find it to be a dull mixture of old melodies and kindergarten lyrics.
Paul McCartney’s children ask, “What will Daddy do when he grows up?” It can’t be long before they’re asking, “When will Mommy grow up?”
Linda Eastman McCartney made her unfortunate solo debut, Cook of the House, on the poorest excuse for an album produced to date, Wings At the Speed of Sound. If the public is lucky, it will be her last attempt at showing her talent—or lack of it.
Janet L. Wagner
I was born in Ajo, Ariz., some 100 miles or so west of DeGrazia’s ranch in the foothills of the Catalina Mountains. For as long as I can remember (I’m 28) I have worshiped this artist’s work. To see him burning his art brought tears of anger and frustration to my eyes.
Mary Black Perez
Death by fire is all too fitting an end for DeGrazia’s cartoony dot-eyed little Indians. It is sad what some people will do for attention—and even sadder that they usually get it.
The Janet Gaynor-Frederic March movie was not the “first film version” of A Star Is Born. Director George Cukor started it all with What Price Hollywood in 1932 for RKO/Pathe. In this, the original version, Constance Bennett is a waitress who rises to fame with the assistance of an alcoholic director, enacted by Lowell Sherman. Thus we have version No. 4 on the horizon—the Streisand version.
I think I detect a strong facial resemblance between Queen Sofia of Spain and Princess Anne of England! Aren’t they both descendants of Queen Victoria?
Charlotte L. Carney
Queen Victoria was the great-great-great-grandmother of Princess Anne and Queen Sofia, who are fifth cousins.
Hooray for Don Hoodes! For four stinking years my husband worked in a factory. The workers were constantly hassled to step up production. Make more parts! Go, go, go! And the foremen are hassled by the bigwigs to hassle the “factory rats.” It’s no wonder most of the workers are constantly absent or drinking more or quitting altogether.
Sue A. Davis
We do not object to Dick Cheney. He has a responsible position which he undoubtedly fills capably and intelligently. It’s his wife who adds fuel to our “furious” fire!
My husband is a postal worker at $14,000 a year after 32 years. I am a secretary, and after 16 years I am making $14,000. Our son has a Ph.D. and is a bartender in New York. The waste of money, talent, energy and years make us physically ill. We spent $16,000 getting that Ph.D. son’s B.S. degree alone—he and his wife did the rest. He has applied to every school in the U.S. and Canada and has a suitcase full of rejections.
He could teach Mrs. Cheney’s class in writing or any of the others currently filled by women who don’t really need to work to help support their families. We feel that one reason for the saturation of the job market is that our colleges and industries are inundated with “liberated” women who have to be “fulfilled.” We believe the Cheneys could struggle along on $45,000 a year.
Mr. & Mrs. S. Serafin
Bradshaw and Starbuck
What kind of “devout” Christian “uses and abuses” women and “never really looked…behind the face and body?” I’ll take a more mature atheist any day.
Ft. Pierce, Fla.
Having been involved with the intertwining aspects of Christianity and sports for the greater portion of my life, I found it moving to see two sports superstars putting aside their stardom for a while to give witness to the essence of their new life together.
Warren S. Zeller III
University of Colorado
You state that Bradshaw graduated from the obscure Louisiana Tech University. As a student of Louisiana Tech, I would like to inform you that Tech has a first-rate football team, an internationally known college of engineering and one of the few schools of accounting in the nation.
James H. Amerson Jr.
The quote from a bystander—”When I was growing up, I thought there was no way out of Nebraska; somebody like Johnny Carson can be an inspiration”—doesn’t merit an answer except that I doubt its authenticity. With its wonderful unpolluted skies, low unemployment, natural resources, rich wheat-lands, low crime rate and solvent, uncluttered cities, Nebraska is NOT a place to run from but a place to come home to!
Marion H. Woods
Let us not be as quick to judge England and the English by the shoddy example of John Osborne as he is to judge America by a cursory look at Manhattan and Hollywood. Age seems to have withered “the original Angry Young Man” into a petulant boor. England, like America, needs a cure for the Common Scold.
A large lump of indignation is choking me after reading your piece on Huddie Ledbetter. His “murderous rages” certainly did not keep him “on chain gangs for much of his life.” Alan Lomax and his father assisted in getting him pardoned from a Southern prison camp, to which he never returned.
I was a close friend to Ledbetter and his wife, Martha, in the early 1940s and made V-discs with him for the State Department. I also worked on the Library of Congress catalog of the collection of his singing. He was a short man with a slight physique, and those who knew him will consider Roger E. Mosley miscast as Leadbelly.
Hey PEOPLE people! Telling the reason why Billie Jo McAllister of Ode to Billie Joe jumped—that spoils the story for so many! I’m glad I read the book without knowing that. To ruin a fabulous story like that really shows no couth.
Sorry, but the signed cover of President Ford collected by students of Bill Reed Junior High is not real. It is signed by a device known as “autopen.” As an experienced collector, I have found that autopen signatures: (1) are in either blue or black felt-tip pen, (2) are not personalized and (3) have no variation in pressure. They are mostly all alike, although different magnetic signatures may be used.
Great Neck, N.Y.