Thanks for the wonderful cover shot of Sly Stallone (PEOPLE, March 7). He has inspired us with his writing, enticed us with his directing, and seduced us with his acting. Let's see more pictures of Stallone and fewer of his protégés.
Thank you for the gorgeous cover featuring John Travolta. His charisma is so powerful that Stallone fades into the background.
I was shocked at the new Travolta unveiled in your issue. Under the spell of Stallone, he has ruined his appeal for the average American female. We are not attracted by Rocky-style muscles and arms and chest from which the hair has been removed. Now he looks prepubescent. We prefer our men natural and hairy.
El Cerrito, Calif.
Having been through a childhood of torment and pain with an abusive father who slept with a knife under his pillow, I know how desperate Richie Jahnke felt. I remember as a little girl being held upside down in the air by one leg and beaten with a stick all over for being "naughty." My mother, my sister and I were beaten for 10 years and suffered other sordid abuse. When we called the police for help, they advised us to leave "to keep the peace." I spent years dreaming of ways to kill my father as the three of us women, fearing for our lives, slept in one small bedroom with the door locked. Fortunately, we were able to get free by hiding and starting over. Now I'm happily married with two small girls of my own, but the scars haunt you forever.
I found Mrs. Jahnke's story one of profound contradictions. She claimed her life with her husband was hell, but on the night of the shooting they went out to dinner to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the day they met. She wanted to love and do right by her children, but allowed sexual molestation and unmerciful beatings to continue. Now she says, "I'm going to live. My son has...freed all of us." Has she forgotten that her children may be facing long jail sentences? Does she feel that they will also be able to live life "to the hilt" as she plans to?
As a schoolmate of Richie and Deborah Jahnke, I am surrounded by those who love and care for this tormented family. I feel that your coverage of the murder was very accurate. I hope your story will be able to help other battered families to have enough courage to get assistance before taking such extreme actions. The majority of students from Central High School wish the Jahnke family a life of peace and happiness.
Where is the justice in our legal system when someone as harassed and persecuted as Richie Jahnke can be convicted, while a John Hinckley is ruled not guilty? Jahnke's attorney should have pleaded temporary insanity for his client, which would surely have been true given the life he had been living.
Mrs. Glenn Hawk
Columbia City, Ind.
Since our story appeared, Deborah Jahnke was tried and convicted of aiding and abetting manslaughter, a charge that carries a maximum sentence of 20 years' imprisonment. On the witness stand, her brother had testified that she did not conspire with him to kill their father.
Draped in an American flag, Olympic gold medal winner Jim Craig represented all of us. We wanted that triumphant, touching moment to last forever. When the same Jim Craig was in trouble, we turned our backs. Shame on us.
Sandy Thorn Clark
Fort Wayne, Ind.
In your article about Queen Elizabeth's visit to this country, you point out that some of the male servants at Buckingham Palace "are said to be homosexuals." How tacky! Who cares with whom they sleep as long as they get the work done?
Julie Anne Harris
Ronstadt's choice of songs has become wimpy and self-pitying. Occasionally she performs some damned good rock 'n' roll, but too often she picks dull, weepy tunes. Even singers like Barbra, Cher and Helen Reddy—who generally appeal to an older, more sedate audience—now sound gutsy compared to Linda.
My love affair with your magazine is over. I'm throwing you out of the house. I had so looked forward to curling up with Herman Wouk's War and Remembrance to find out the answers to the questions left hanging by Winds of War. You ruined hours of pleasure with four little words: "Yes. Yes. No. No." How could you?
Hattie B. Driver
The winding down of M*A*S*H didn't come a moment too soon for me. Under Larry Gelbart's genius, it had a certain air of quality, but in recent years it was little more than the Alan Alda Show. His one-liners had long since lost their charm, and his high-pitched cackle grated on the nerves.
William L. Bennett
To the creators, cast and crew of M*A*S*H: Thank you for opening my eyes to a war that happened years before my birth. Thank you for showing Hawkeye, B.J. and the rest in remarkable relationships that, nonetheless, didn't always work. Thank you for the laughter and the tears. I'll miss you.
New Britain, Conn.