The first thing I looked for Feb. 5 was a report of the vote in the U.S. Senate the night before on the president's request for $36.2 million for continuing support of the Nicaraguans opposing the communist regime of Daniel Ortega. Finding no information on the front page, I searched through the paper page by page. Finally, at the bottom of page A18 on the 32nd line of an item by Tom Kenworthy labeled "News Analysis," I found one sentence: "Although the Senate approved the package 51 to 48 last night, it was only a gesture. . . ."

Contrast this total lack of reporting with the front-page headline Feb. 4, "House Votes to Kill Reagan's Contra-Aid Request, 219-211." That report by the same Tom Kenworthy continued on page A34 and carried 30 column inches of information. Page A34 also showed how each representative voted. I want to know how each senator voted, but apparently you are not going to tell me.

The inexplicable contrast in your full coverage of the vote in the House with your total lack of reporting on the Senate's vote appears to indicate that you prefer to report only information unfavorable to the president. While the Senate vote does not change the end result, it at least shows that he does have considerable support in the Senate. That support might send a message to the communists in Nicaragua that Congress can change its mind, again, if its members fail to follow through on their promises to the presidents of the Latin American countries. -- George R. Allin Jr.

Not All Men Are Slobs

I am sick and tired of the way all men are lumped together and slammed as heathen animals without regard for anyone but ourselves. I refer to Jill Nelson's article "A Man's Trail" {Magazine, Jan. 31}.

I, and I've got to believe there are other men such as myself, do not leave little scraps of paper lying around anybody's home. I do not leave lint balls lying around anybody's home. I do not leave pennies lying around anybody's home. I do painstakingly roll them (along with quarters, dimes and nickels) and actually deposit them in a savings account. When it comes to the toilet seat, it goes up and down as is appropriate.

I do my own dishes after each meal, do my own laundry on a regular basis, clean and cook. I know there are men who fit Nelson's description. There are probably a lot who don't. I harbor no ill will toward women, only those individuals who don't regard men as individuals. I care not to know those women. Oh, by the way, I have been in the company of more women than not who were complete and utter slobs, fitting Nelson's description of men.

My parents did a fine job of raising us (five children), and we all are capable of taking care of ourselves -- responsibly and without viewing men or women as being any more or less capable of any task than the other. -- Fredric Hirsch

Something More Womanly?

How sad that R. Emmett Tyrrell Jr. {''Sour Saturday,'' op-ed, Jan. 30} could not muster a shred of enthusiasm or a kind word for his city's football team as it prepared for Super Bowl XXII.

And worse yet, how sad that he felt compelled to write a whole column tiresomely detailing his disdain for football's ''nauseating hype'' and the barbaric ''sports zombies'' who clutter his strictly intellectual daily agenda.

But saddest yet is that Tyrrell so clumsily reveals his own sexism.

In his first paragraph, Tyrrell categorizes the world of sports fans as follows: ''male peers'' who confide to him questions of ''amazing complexity'' and ''those confused females who feign an unwomanly interest in the vulgar maulers of the gridiron.'' How generous of Tyrrell to assume the task of revealing the unwomanliness of his female readers' interest in football. Imagine, all these years we thought we understood the plays when we were actually only sadly ''confused.'' And I guess our seemingly genuine excitement as the Redskins scored 35 points in one quarter was really only ''feigned.''

Maybe next time Tyrrell could oblige all of us ''confused females'' with a list of acceptable gender-specific interests so we can rechannel our vulgar Redskins fever into something more womanly.

-- Nancy Walsh and Beth Wolfford

Don't Say 'Deaf Mute'

John Yeh, founder of the high-tech company Integrated Microcomputer Systems {"Success in a World of Silence," Parade, Jan. 31}, a man who has compensated for his hearing disability and done enormously well in business, is not a "deaf mute"! That expression interfered with my enjoyment of an otherwise excellent article by Jack Anderson. Yeh is hearing disabled or deaf. That other expression belongs in the history books!

-- Carole S. Wellner

A Reasonable Speed Limit: 65

Your persistent criticism of higher-than-55-mph speed limits is becoming very annoying. How have you and the gods of highway physics determined that 55 is the ultimate speed at which automobiles can travel safely, and that the deaths and injuries at this speed are the acceptable limits? You must realize people aren't totally safe at any speed.

Yes, there should be speed limits. But make them realistic and reasonable. Sixty-five mph is more than reasonable. Have you forgotten that we all once drove 70 mph, quite safely I might add?

Within reason, people drive competently at the limits to which they become accustomed. Consider this: if we all drove at 40 mph, then 55 might be dangerous. Any competent driver should be more than capable of driving safely over 55 mph. And anyone who cannot should seriously question his right to possess a driver's license.

When considering higher speed limits, Virginia's lawmakers and others should remember what their jobs are: to represent the people. And the people have made themselves clear on this issue. -- Robert W. Carroll