ors' and private citizens' rights and gave the floor to Mr. Feinberg who promptly treated us to a scene straight off the top of Mount Vesuvius.

Mr. Feinborg was almost incoherent with fury until he calmod down a bit and tried to refute Mr. Lowenthal. Unfortunately he did not use facts, but shoer passion and sound decibles. I felt a rumble I felt a rumble which literally rose from the floor, a very frightening feeling to one who has never been in such a position before. Mr. Feinberg attacked Mr. Low-

enthal as having accused State officials of corruption, bribery and blackmail.

The audience, which had borne patiently the fireworks up to that point, became angered at tactics which it felt were not only unfair, but untrue. Also the audience was much impressed by the fact that whatever the merits of anybody's case, Mr. Lowenthal had at no time raised his voice, shouted or become angry.

EVERYONE GETS IN THE ACT

Several voices rose at once from throughout the audience, "He didn't say that!" A stony man rose from the audience, spoke above the din, and said: "Sir, I'd like to answer that charge."

Mr. Lowenthal was on his feet and for the first time shouting. "No, it's my questi on!"

The stony man would not give in, however, and calmed down the audience with his clarity and courage. He told Mr. Feinberg that Mr. Lowenthal had not made any accusations, but then asked if he took us all for fools; after all for weeks the newspapers had been running stories of how ABC officials had laid a trap for one of their own mon suspooted of shaking down gay bars and caught him walking out of one of them with $150 in marked money. Mr. Feinberg screamed that a man was innocent until proven guilty in this country. The audience smiled at the irony of this, but was glad that it was so, legally at least.

A peacemaker in the back row, Patty Patterson, asked what all the fuss was about. After all, both men had told us

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