(The following is a letter we received from Skip Taube, White Panther Minister of the Interior, presently serving a five year federal sentence for harboring Pun Putmondon. Right on Brother Skip!)

Brother Dave —

I got your letter Monday — the first letter in my transfer from beautiful Marquette. It sure felt good to get a letter so soon after arrival. News is the main energy source for me in jail— all I get daily is on the radio; and that’s almost as hollow as the pablum they pass off as music. (The same songs that were popular three months ago when 1 first came are still strong — Pavlov would be in his glory in Amerika Top 40 land in conducting experiments in cultural conditioning. I’m afraid if he put electrodes on me while I had to be forced to listen to Tom Jones, Neil Diamond, Rubber Ducky ad nause'um, that I’d sizzle his transistors in ~ rage: 1 find my nonniusicai self hearing lots of good old r’n-’r inside my head, and doing a constrained shuffle In my cell when the 1 in 100 decent song comes on.)