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Senator McCarthy's critics found out being sacred even if comment is public alike that an election is not
in the courts, a man in the hall may biased. It is an inadequate tradition the extension of two parallel lines
not heckle the speaker. To heckle from many points of view; it is an that can ignore each other indefi-
was once the privilege of dissent; it oft-flouted tradition. But it does have nitely. When Election Day comes
is now becoming a punishable of- the virtue of being a freely and pub- around they are bound to meet—at
fense, like shouting in church. licly accepted tradition—in the way, the ballot box—and, if no one else
for example, that an FCC regulation will do it, the press must persuade
The Printed Word is not—and it does derive some and bully the rival candidates into
As debate declines in public and on strength and vitality from that. acknowledging each other's exist-
the air, a heavier responsibility than But in the circumstances of mid- ence sooner, according each other's
ever rests upon the press to keep it twentieth-century campaigning the arguments the dignity of an occa-
alive. Here is a medium which, in press has to accept much greater re- sional reply, and reviving the con-
theory, the individual orator or pub- sponsibilities than this tradition has cept of the voter as a homo sapiens.
licity man cannot control. Here the hitherto envisaged. To counteract In 1952 the press can hardly be
candidate's words appear in a setting and limit the emotional ravages of said to have risen to this role. I sus-
which is not of his contriving, reach- broadcasting and television, it ought pect that the character of the 1956
ing his public through cold print to combine real liveliness and popu- election will depend very greatly on
rather than through electronic vi- larity of appeal with real fairness whether it has come any nearer to
brations. Here, too, there is a tradi- and penetration in its reporting. It assuming it by then.
HE CAMERA clicked like an insect. the salt-white beach pants, the white thing's all right. We'll be moving
It was blue and metallic, like a brassiere, and the green checkered on."
great fat beetle held in the man's scarf. She leaned against the cracked "Everything is not all right," said
precious and tenderly exploiting plaster of the building. Behind her Ricardo, his brown eyes flashing. He
hands. It winked in the flashing sun- a dark boy smiled, his hand to his waved a wrinkled hand. "She's on
light. mouth. my house."
"Hsst, Ricardo, come away!" "Tomas!" yelled Ricardo. He "We're taking fashion pictures,"
"You down there!" cried Ricardo turned to his wife. "O Jesus the said the photographer, smiling.
out the window. Blessed, Tomas is in the street, my "Now what am I to do?" said Ri-
"Ricardo, stop!" own son laughing there!" Ricardo cardo to the blue sky. "Go mad with
He turned to his wife. "Don't tell started out the door. this news? Dance around like an
me to stop, tell them to stop. Go "Don't do anything!" said his epileptic saint?"
down and tell them, or are you wife. "If it's money, well, here's a five-
afraid?" "I'll cut off their heads," said Ri- peso bill," said the photographer.
"They aren't hurting anything." cardo, and was gone. Ricardo pushed the hand away.
said his wife, patiently. In the street the lazy woman was "I work for my money. You don't
He shook her off and leaned out lounging now against the peeling understand. Please go."
the window and looked down into blue paint of a banister. Ricardo The photographer was bewil-
the alley. "You there!" he cried. emerged in time to see her doing dered. "Wait . . ."
The man in the alley with the this. "That's my banister!" he said. "Tomas, get in the house!"
camera glanced up, then went on The cameraman hurried up. "No, "But, Papa, . . ."
focusing his machine at the lady in no, we're taking pictures. Every- "Gahh!" bellowed Ricardo.