ring" in an unidentified big county. which put teenaged boys "through what amounts to a regular course in training in homosexual acts."

"When properly trained they are made available to older homosexuals the same as female prostitutes," the committee reported.

The report, filed by the committee chairman, Rep. Wm. O'Neill, said the investigation of this alleged ring is still being conducted. Three men have been arrested and warrants are outstanding for others, the report said.

O'Neill said the state education dept. was cooperating fully with the committee in investigating homosexuality in the schools. But he continued that school administrators generally prefer to think the problem does not exist, when in fact it is "much more substantial than is generally believed" at both university and public school levels. Since July, 1959, 39 teachers'

certificates have been revoked and 14 cases are pending before the State Board of Education. "The committee is in possession of sworn testimony concerning homosexual conduct in excess of 75 additional public school teachers," the report added.

The committee, which has been extended for another two years, said it now is engaged in "one of the most important and serious investigations" it has ever made and that disclosure of the details now would destroy the work.

It seems to this reporter that there has been entirely too much acceptance of alleged happenings as reported by investigating bodies or individuals who are never required to give absolute and irrefutable proof. We have for years been hearing about supposed homosexual "rings" and "clubs" that serve their memberships play-boy style. I defy anyone to show me one.

AUTUMN HARVEST

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You still can give me all your lithe, young, God-like maleness to remember... While I, can only offer you the fruits I've reaped In the autumnal harvest of my September.

Is it so wrong of me to need your kiss

To want with all my lonely heart to know The exquisite ectasy of being here, with you,

So intimately as this?

Dearest, let me greet you in my own special way. When we two meet at last, in love's delirious sway No one can ever take the memory of this night away.

I still can warm my soul

By the embers of our passion's after-glow

When I have reached my bleak and cold December.

Jon Seybold