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edibrio Sainthood Americans have a habit of canonizing those who have left office. When Harry Truman retired it was the first step toward the sainthood he has achieved since. Lyndon Johnson's retirement and recent death have been followed by the whispering hints of corning herodom. And now Vice President Spiro Agnew has retired. His resignation probably will lead to his eventual political beautification. He was admired for his straight forward manner and his rock 'em, sock 'em rhetoric. He became the voice of the forgotten man in our society, urging a return to a simpler, more quiet time. And he was dishonest. The speeches and phrases which have made him famous are now turning back on him. He, who demanded that the courts stop "coddling criminals," is now himself being coddled. He has been sentenced to a three-year probation without supervision by U.S. District Judge Walter E. Hoffman, a man who usually hands out three-to five-month prison terms for tax evasion. His shining phrases now ring with irony. Wasn't he the same man who accused even ministers of casting aside morality? Wasn't it he who demanded that unlawful acts of some college dissidents be fully punished? Agnew's rhetoric and public performances seldom helped Americans to understand each other. His was a cry for a return to ignorance, hate and fear. His speeches and criticism of If you uionJ-t jjaife w J lit in i.iTfca" i nn iiiirrr-nTTTiMiiiimMi nMn hhhiiI ' lrrr.lmir 'till i lifrT" JjP8--"- " " '' " - ' - m M student demonstrators rang of neo fascism. He once attacked such persons, saying, "We can afford to separate them from our society with no more regret than we should feel over disgarding rotten apples from a barrel." What did he mean by "separate?" Concentration camps, perhaps? No, Agnew should not be sainted. But he will be missed. Perhaps those who will miss him most will be the "radiclibs" and the "impudent snobs" who were among his favorite targets. After all, there is something sad in watching your favorite sparring partner leave the ring. And it should bo hoped that his faults will be remembered. For only by remembering them can this nation's leaders hope to make a better choice in filling the vice presidency. Michael (O.J.) Nelson I LAW AND ORDER ADMlMWMlOK I Vf. 7 v. 4 i 1! a! la 3 jg.j., Sa" zsJjf u "if i' ib'Ii' mm Mil I l El t " YOU APE 6TtiM6- WCARY. . . VCRV W AGV ... OP VJA.-nERGA.TE ! viar yawn mvm w wijiwwirpl)'-;yii'"'i wyynr iwi WW ' - " :-f ,.. .- urn If M f ..t Mm JW f, God Ris7 era 6ar s foasf of local tavern hi the; 185fh, u muii built d saloon on S.in Francisco's Hiirtury Coast. It must hjvo b.-on u wild anrJ exciting time, for yold h.jd hfi.Ti disc.ovi.'rcd in California and money flowed lib; watci, Th: man spared no expense, even laying a bar of solid marble and hand carved wood, probably from England. The Bartwry Coast was already lyinniny to acquire the reputation it has since enlarged on. Pirates, prosectors, gunmen, and longshoremen were its residents, and they still are. But the Gold Hush died and so did the man who built 3 saloon. His marble and wood bar stayed on in California, however. It traveled up and down the coast, even to an ice cream parlor, until IsaU'lle McMullin Ixoughf it to Lincoln in 1951. She bought a building built in the 187Ch near the corner of 11th and N Streets called the Bull Head Tavern. The bar was installed and the Bull Head became the Hob Nob. It's still there as it was in 1951 and it's easy to imagine it's much the same as it was in the days of the Gold Mush. Belli; isn't saying what it cost her. It's worth a lot more now, she'll admit, and besides, she isn't Mil! That bar, with its mirrors and I. imps, is the Hob Nob Which is not to suggest it's the only anliqui' in the place. Both the grandfather clock against the west wall and the Tiffany lamp above the bar ,ne ovei ninety years old. And the building itself is a spectacle, with its tin ceiling and aging hardwood walls. eith londoren desperate remedies But the m is the center of attention, a master pjr.'ce of minors, marble, and hand carved wood. Sitting at the bar one sees himself reflected several time's in several mirrors, through some optical effeet piob.jhly easily i'.planied but nonetheless fascinating All but the center mirror are just as they were in 1850. The center mirror acquired a few bullet riolej during some of the wilder days of the Barbary Coast and has been replaced. The lamps arc aui hc-nlic milk glass. As LJcllc puts it, "You don't see that veiy much anymore." No, Belle', you don't, and yon don't see handcarved figuies of females in many restaurants anymore, cither. The",.- f 1 cjII' fl i:,iry.itirJs by students of aichilccHte, .. soit 'if se.inlunctiorial : they holdup an awiaiKj. Moc impoi i.antly, they reflect remarkable confidence in some anonymous wood carver's skill. You don't see th.:t at all ;tnyinoi ;. What " ,ai ;.timutit:. to ', one mon; thing to do in L incoln ,md, i! lonhim al th" p.r.t is worth doing, the Hob Nob is a good pl.tc to do it It's one of those places common in l-Jebiasl-a small towns, a blend of reasonably piii'-d food, (ud Ix.-ei, and friendly .'Oplc. page 4 daily nebrakan tfn. ir '.ri;iy or;iober 11, 1973
