Once More With Feeling   WITH ONLY a year and nine months to go
before election day, the 1980 Presidential races are heating up.
As surely as a bird flying north marks spring, or the sounds of
Mr. Test floating down Mem Hall mark exam period, the posturing,
the hand-shaking, the favor-doing, the responsible-statesman
tone of voice, the fund-raising, the denial of candidacy mark
running for office. This year's field of contenders is even more
of a National Lampoon parody than usual. Take the rerun of the
'76 Republican dogfight (elephant fight?), for example, only
this time Old Ronald McDonald Reagan is approaching the age of
mandatory retirement for most jobs and Gerry Ford is still Gerry
Ford, unfortunately more so. If that isn't a sick joke, I don't
know what is.  Granted, there are about 42 other guys scrambling
over each other in the GOP trying to take credit for the Tax
Revolt, the Second American Revolution. And all asking "Who Lost
China?" and saying "Guns Don't Kill People, Inflation Kills
People." Th