KING AND THE PRESIDENT

Where do you find adolescent drivel like Florence King’s brainless attack on a good ole boy she called (isn’t she clever?) President Billy (“Jus’ What Kind of Good Ole Boy Is President Billy?” April 4.)

Such bitter bilge doesn’t belong in your magazine; it isn’t humorous, naughty or literate. To make fun of someone of something, you have to have an inkling of who or what you’re attempting to skewer. King, surely a pseudonym for a bitter ole Queen--fails in all departments.

RICHARD MILES

Los Angeles