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rr BR ARN BE 4ROC ABR ESS DR ublisher ._----Managing Editor Owned and published weekly by Ihe Examiner, Incor-|f porated, 710 South 22nd Street, Birrningham 23, Alabama. Subscription rates $5.00 per year; 10c per copy. “We are too apt to consider things iu the state in which we find them, without sufficiently adverting to.the causes by which they have been produced, an? posribly may be up- held. . ."—EDMUND BURKE x Senator Barry Goldwater . The Issue Is Feedom ro ~ Boobs—And Th. FBI Continued From Page 1. . ; the Justice Department under Robert Kennedy may have “infiltrated” the FBI. Our guess would be very § ; little, if at all. Our guess would also be that if any agent @ in Birmingham were caught politicking for either Ken- & nedy or Governor Wallace, he might very. quickly find § f himself stationed in Outer Mongolia. _—_. ; In Birmingham today, the “National States Rights s Party” is distributing literature villifying J. Edgar # Hoover. They write with the same chalk they use to f scrawl their annonymeus obscenities on outhouse walls, We would not dignify them by even recognizing ‘their existence were it not for the fact that in some eyes we might appéar to have similar aims. = THE EXAMINER is completely opposed to the ac- E tivities and goals of leaders of Negro civil rights movements. They are inspired by completely selfish and hypocritical motives. We intend to fight these people right to the Jast ditch — and all white people ® who support them, in or out of government. We intend * to use facts, not dirty names, as weapons. Success in f aur efforts would be a victory for the Negro — not a ‘ victory for us. a 4g Frankly, we don’t think boobs like “Dr.” Fields contribute anything but a loud facket. Because they're ugly, Fields and his shirt-tailed ignoramouses ap- s parently think they're tough. Nothing could be farther — from the truth. - ys As a matter of fact, during World War II we per- . sonally dropped several tons of bombs on boobs like y “Dr. Fields — only then they were called Nazis. See ee ee | 1 ’ _We Like The Little Elf Celestine Sibley, who writes for our Women’s News Service, this week comes out against Santa Claus. u-Says Miss Sibley, “of all the facets of our Christmas celebration, the Santa Claus one seems to me the one we could best do without.” , We get her point, of course. It is to protect tender souls from the traumatic effects of NOT being visited by Santa—. of failing to receive the just and promised rewards for “be-' ing good.” Somehow, though, there is a nete here which doesn’t “This is no stopgap election in 1964. This is not one just ring quite true. Miss Sibley’s arguments seem solid enough | for record books. This one is for the history books. We stand;— but they are blunt-pointed and painful te accept. | now at the latter end of the second century of the American | “Santa,” she says, “will come to see all the children whose experience, the American Revolution. “But this freedom, this Amercia, is a fragile moment pri layaway, beg, borrow or steal something for Santa “to ring.” ; in history’s Jong span. Freedom always has been, It has not been the rule of mankind. It has been the exception. Today it remains the exception. And today, it remains the issue. “Controls, coercion, compromise with tyranny are the marks of the New Frontier, big words and petty deeds are its adjectives and verbs; promises are its substitutes for per- formance, and its vision of issue is no wider than its view of electoral expediency. “But the real issue remains. Freedom. And which party will more effectively preserve and enlarge it? - “Can there be any doubt? “Those to whom we will oppose in 1964 have defawited their leadership to turn the tides against tyranny abroad. And they have rejected limited government at home. “America must have a choice, and freedom must have a chance. “Republican principles, Republican candidacies offer the choice, give the chance and reaffirm the right of this God-blessed nation to reclaim the powers they are losing, to rededicate the will they are wasting, and to win the peace for which they are praying. — Sen. Barry Goldwater. ele me King’s Collection Plate Martin Luther King has long been seeking a way to solve the problem of integration. It seems his solution is to climinate the problem itself. He's going to bleed the Negroes white. parents can scrounge up the money, go into debt, put stuff | | “But there have been and probably always will be childrén in the world equally deserving, equally yearning who are by-passed by the good St. Nick. They don't know why.” . : § i Miss Sibley is not really talking about Christmas and { Santa Ciaus. What she apparently means to say is that! childhood itself is not all unrestricted happiness and child- | ish uphoria. Looking back, it is also a piace often inhabited | by dark and nameless fears, and shattered little dreams, | and the unthinking cruelty of other children. It is a time of utter defencelessness and complete dependence. What Miss Sibley is talking about, it seems, is simply 4 part of life itself, which for everyone, rich and poor alike, includes the bitter with the sweet. The wish fulfilied is not ALL there is to ask from life, however. The dream itself has in it the substance of its own rich reward. Christmas, and the whole spirit of Christmas, are dreams of a sort. And to ns they are worth holding onto — even jf we do have to beg, and borrow and scrounge & little something for Santa “to bring.” : * §0, one way or another, Miss Sibley, we'll be listening again this Christmas Eve for the clatter of tiny hooves our rooftops. And if for some reason Santa doesn’t make it to our house this year — well, then, there’s always next year. If that jolly old elf should somehow, in spite of every- thing, find his way down YOUR chimney this Christmas, Miss Sibley — please, don’t tum the old boy away. ~ t Death Rides High, Hard: On Eiger JUNGFRAUJOCH, Switzerland —Above the pretty village of | Wilderswill with its flower-decked & | chalets, the Black Luchine> boils Fi and leaps down the narrow valley between the Mannlichen and the &| Faulhorn. High on the stream, Yooking east: toward the massive Wetterhorn and southwest to- the B | dazzling white crown of the Jung- ¢j frau, lies Grindelwald, the sperk- — ling ski resort so often in the - Winter newsreels, ‘ Above Grindelwald there fe a - El broad meadow, on its lower reaches forming a steep but amooth slope that climbs 3,400 feet to the cog railway station at | Kleine Scheidegg. In the snow months this is rated as the finest ski run in Europe. But as the slope nears the mountain It steepens, It is studded by huge boulders and scored by deep ravines. Above that there is he area of fallen rock, hundreds down from the crags and ledges ‘by frost and thaw, wind and ava- Ianche, And above all that begins B | the North Face of the Eiger—6,000 Ei feet of nearly sheer rock wall. SOMEWHERE up there are two little mounds of snow, new to the mountain. They ynark the bodies {of two Spanish climbers, trapped in June, Somewhere, also, for the past six years, have lajn the re-. mains of Gunther Northdurft and Franz Mayer. All the rest of the climbers of the Eiger are account- ‘ed for. : 7 © & rr It has been 28 years since Max Sedimayer and Karl Mehringer decided to smash the universally- held conviction that the Eiger’s north face was unclimbable. In that time 114 men have hurled - themselves against that wall. Sev- enty-nine have either made it to the top or been successfully res- cued. Twenty-five are dead. THE PIONEERS, Seidimayer and Mehringer, led the parade ‘of death. Crowds of sightseers queued up before the telescopes in the valley as the young Munich men rounded the First Pillar, made their way up the difficult Crack, crawled under the overhanging Rote Fluh and bivouacked for the night near the Swallow’s Nest. But the next day in @ bombard- ment of falling rock they only inched 300 feet up the Second Ice ~ Field. On the third day they seemed hesitant. You can study as mountain through a valley telescope or pore with a magnifying’ glass over an serial photograph. But on the face jt is never the same. What seems a mere shadow from & dis- tance may be an impossible out- thrust. What looks like an inviting ledge from 2 Bwift-moving plane may prove only a stratum of rot- ten rock. Pioneers are not armed with answers. They come only with questions, : eee ‘ On the fourth and fifth days heavy clouds shrouded the fate of the climbers. The mountain was racked by blizzards, sieet and lightning, But on the sixth day the mists parted for a moment and there they were, struggling just above the Third Ice Field. That night the greatest storm of all scoured the face of the Eiger. A year later two frozen bodies were lowered from what is still known as the Death Bivouac. IN 1936 the great Bavarian guide, Ander! Hintersoisser, round the key to the lower part of the climb in what is now known at {Continued On Paes 125