If Miss Woodward (PEOPLE, July 21, 1975) really wanted to make a statement about herself as someone separate from the man with the mesmerizing eyes, why is he in the cover photo with her?
Elizabeth M. Menick
In all our years as Connecticut residents, we have yet to see a “Connecticut housewife costume,” as you put it. We live in Fairfield, which is next to the Newmans’ Westport, so our misfortune cannot be attributed to differences in regional garb.
Although my stepson, Scott, had his troubles in the past, he’s now working successfully as an actor and is one of the most “together” young men I know. My stepdaughter, Stef, is not a college drop-out but a talented artist, writer and musician who chose to explore New England on her bicycle for the summer. My husband, Paul, does like ballet, though not quite so much as racing, and has supported the companies I am involved with, not only with his enthusiasm but with his money on several occasions. Lastly, I may not always like being called Mrs. Newman, but I love being Mrs. Paul Newman.
You show Walter Cronkite with a World War II combat crew standing beside the nose of an airplane which you refer to as a B-17. It is really a Martin B-26 Marauder.
Donald B. Clark
Charles D. Anderson
Imagine “Uncle Walter” being a “connoisseur of striptease” and ogling scantily clad Manhattan sunbathers with binoculars. To say the least, your article has proved the ubiquitous dinnertime fixture in countless American homes to be human. Yet, I can’t help but wonder: at 58, could this be the beginning of a dirty old anchorman?
The new Army’s Romaniks
We feel that our experiences were much more typical than those of the Romaniks. My wife was a second lieutenant in the USAF Nurse Corps, and I was a staff sergeant. We, and several other couples in similar circumstances, were subjected to a host of both official and unofficial harassments. Our work schedules constantly conflicted; I was banished, even on official business, from the ward where my wife worked and from the officers club, in or out of uniform. My wife was made unwelcome at the NCO club.
Let’s hope that the life of the Romaniks is not the “American Dream,” as implied in your article. If most people were looking to hop into the sack every day at 4:30 with beer and TV and retiring at age 45, this country would go right down the drain. The Romaniks may be illustrative of the “New Army,” but I hope to heaven they don’t represent a new American ideal. Thank God for the Marines!
Clare M. Fiore
West Hempstead, N.Y.
Too many people are trying to muscle in on what Alice Cooper started, and one of the worst offenders is Kiss.
Drs. John & Elizabeth Stein
As a member of the Department of Rehabilitation Medicine at Jacobi Hospital, I am most annoyed when I read a statement which separates rehabilitation from physical therapy. Physical therapy is only one aspect of rehabilitation, which also includes occupational therapy, social services, nursing, psychiatry and the work of other trained professionals. All are concerned with the physical, emotional and social rehabilitation of each patient.
Susan Gans, O.T.R.
I don’t agree with some of Ann Landers’ superstraight views, but I think a marriage that lasts 36 years has achieved some measure of success. If that was a flop, what do you call Cher’s latest venture?
To find out, turn to page 6.—ED.
I noted with ironic amusement the words of FBI director Clarence Kelley on the “ambush” of two FBI agents and the subsequent flooding of the Pine Ridge Reservation with investigators: “We have a mission of justice.” Other missions of “justice” have been “manifest destiny,” Washita, the Sand Creek Massacre, treaties, reservations, Wounded Knee and the tracking of the Nez Perce. It seems that justice is achieved when it serves the purpose of the stronger force.
Mr. Rubens of NBC claims that a steady diet of TV violence doesn’t influence a person’s thinking. Using this same theory, I suppose being bombarded with TV commercials doesn’t influence a viewer’s buying habits. I would like to see Rubens try that theory out on his advertisers.
Robert C. Gilleo