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'ltRT!CLE A;PPE Approved For Release 2007/06/22 : CIA-RDP99-00498R000100140071-1 ON PAGE a3 THE COLUMBUS MONTHLY--- JUNE (?) 1978 Just your average Rhodes- scholar teetotaling Christian Scientist superspy When Central Intelligence Agency director Stanfield. Turner dropped by the Ohio State campus for dinner in the Faculty Club (steak Diane mediumrare, asparaguswith Hollan- daise), he acted just like any typical admiral, former Rhodes scholar, for- mer head of the Naval War College, teetotaling Christian Scientist, and sPLooking quite comfortable among a gathering of professors and admin- istrators, AdmiralTurnerheld a mar- tini glass (straight tonic water on the rocks) and seemed continually ready to stick out his right hand again and ask, "And.what's your name?" As the evening buzzed along, a re- markable number of those names were remembered. The admiral, who P __ and wore number 66 at A polis the '43 and '44 seasons, `wore a der blue single-breasted suit,bla&-k 'ng- tip shoes and over-the-icalf --dar socks, a blue shirt with French cuffs and silver disk links, and a medium width blue-black-and-creams 6%pid tie. His carefully styled, gray=fledl hair barely touched the tops of his, ears, and the deep furrows which occasionally appeared in his brow dis- appeared when an animated bit of conversation lit a spark in his clear blue eyes and called forth the old Annapolis grin. "Controversy? What controver- sy,?" Frown. Pause. Big smile! "Oh! STAT -ILLEGIB ILLEGIB ILLEGIB Approved For Release 2007/06/22 : CIA-RDP99-00498R000100140071-1 Approved For Release 2007/06/22 : CIA-RDP99-00498R000100140071-1 You mean those 820 people I fired?" General manly laughter among the professors. "I intend to fully obey the laws of the United States. I don't want to go to jail." Pause. Eye twinkle. "Of course I can't be expected to obey all the laws of all the other countries in the world." Academic chuckles. Turner seemed genuinely inter- ested in restorinj, a close relation- ship, between academic circles and the intelligence community, a rela- tionship that wasoftenhand-in-gown inthe'50s and early'60s, but suffered much when some of the best and the brightest led us clomping in steel- soled combat boots into the jungles of Vietnam. "There's no more challenging job for an economist anywhere in govern- ment," he shot back at a professor of economics who doubted that any really bright student could build a career by starting with the CIA. The professor countered, to general laughter, that friends of his own generationhadgoneintotheCIA and disappeared. When the chuckling subsided, theecononiist explained he had meant that the CIA wouldn't let them publish, so they couldn't ease back into academic jobs after their government service. "That was B.T.," the Admiral re- joined. "BeforeTurner. We'll let them publish now. Of course they'll have to scrub it. Scrub out the classified. But we're way ahead of State, way aheadof Treasury. We'reagreatplace for a career in economics, because we have theinformation the others don't have. I guaranteeit. You sendus your best students. I'll guarantee, we'll give'em a great opportunity." Along with his effort to extend a friendly hand and a soft recruiting pitch to academia, Admiral Turner was at pains to emphasize the legal safeguards which bind the CIA. "I don't intend to go to jail," he told 500 studentsin an evening lecture. When a female demonstrator scoffed at the possibility that the director of the CIA might actually go to jail, Turner shrugged and asserted that events of recent history show nobody in America is beyond the law. When one academic type asked whether Turner's stated opposition to political assassinations was based on political expediency or moral con- viction, Turner said his own moral convictions are against assassina- tions. "Of course," he added, "I don't seehowyoucouldcall it an assassina- tion if the two countries are at war." His fist pressed into his hand as he stated his determination that the CIA would never again involve itself in U.S. domestic affairs, Turner said such activities are "the FBI's job." William Webster, directorof the FBI, is an old personal friend of Turner, close in college days and close throughout their careers. "I meet often with Bill for lunch," Turner said. "He's Mr. Inside. I'm Mr. Out- side."Turner, who spent two years at Amherst and two at the Naval Academy, was also a college friend of James Earl Carter. The admiral skipped his Faculty Club dessert (hot fudge sundae, whipped cream, cherry) and sought out a few minutes of solitude to pre- pare himself for his lecture. When he began to speak, the microphone wasn't working. A man in a gray suit came up and pushed a button. Hot microphone in hand, Turner stepped from the podium and began a casual delivery, well organized but without notes. A student in the back stood up and began to shout about Iran. An audible groanrose from the audience. The admiral moved back behind the podium and wentontalldng. Later he invited "interrogation" from his au- dience. There were many questions from friendly students. An ROTC professor joked, "Some of our troops are down there -the ones with short hair." A good many other students ob- viously had come from history and political science classes. A group of 14 from The Revolutionary Com- munist Youth Brigade had spread themselves around the auditorium (they stood together in easily count- able ranks after the lecture) and Turner sat on the edge of a table and tried to answer their accusations as well as he could. About Chile and the Bay of Pigs he said, "I'm neither here to defend or to wear a hair shirt." He also explained that he could not prop- erly comment on matters of political policy, and on several occasions he listened to long, rambling questions and then answered with a quick, "I accompanying Turner, and they stood nervously after the lecture as several dozen students crowded around the intelligence chief. Many asked for autographs. "Can you imagine the head. of Rus- sian intelligence being surrounded byagroupof students like that?" one of the aides was asked. "Not hardly," he replied. CONTINUED Only four aides were known to be Z ILLEGIB ILLEGIB Approved For Release 2007/06/22 : CIA-RDP99-00498R000100140071-1 Approved For Release 2007/06/22 : CIA-RDP99-00498R000100140071-1 "Don't you guys ever get ner- vous?" "Yeah." "Are you nervous now?" Faint smile. Suddenly someone said, "Let's go!" The admiral had started up the aisle, and the "horse-holders" moved with smooth, deliberate speed. Turner had invited a couple of old friends, Jack and Judy Furniss of Lancaster, to join the professors for dinner and the students for the lec- ture. "We haven't seen him in 30 years," said Jack. "I was a friend of his brother, who died. I saw him last at the funeral. It was just like Stan to invite us up for this. That's the kind of man Stan is. He's really one heck of a nice guy." After the tonic water, the steak Diane, the Communist Youth Bri- gade and the brief reunion with the Furnisses, Turner headed back to- ward Washington in the security of a "company" plane. It wasn't hard to accept his smiling description of his CIA responsibilities: "It's my job to do the indecent thing in as decent away as possible." -Sandra Fisanick and Burton Cantrell Approved For Release 2007/06/22 : CIA-RDP99-00498R000100140071-1 3 ILLEGIB ILLEGIB