Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 290, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 April 1933 — Page 17

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DYNAMIC IRISH MAYOR TAKES CHICAGO HELM Edward J. Kelly’s First Act Is to Arrange Pay for Teachers. U '/ I nilnl Press CHICAGO, April 14.—Edward J. Kelly today picked up the torch 01 the martyred Anton J. Cermak and attacked with Irish vigor the tremendous responsibilities confronting him as Chicago's world s fair mayor. His first official act was to calm a turbulent situation arising because of millions in back salaries due Chicago school teachers. Immediately after his simple inauguration, he presented a proxy for signature of tax warrants, making possible a salary payment of $1,700,000 to teachers next Monday. Kelly, a jovial, aggressive. 6-foot-2 political diplomat, is 57 years old. For more than thirty years he has been associated with the sanitary district, rising to the post of chief engineer, after starting as an axman at the age of 18. President of Park Board He also was president of the South Park board, which controls the broad frontage on Lake Michigan, where the worlds fair will open on June 1. By coincidence, it was the-world's f*ir of 1893 that turned Kelly's career toward engineering. His father had apprenticed him to an undertaker, but he decided to be an engineer, after he saw surveyors mapping plans for the 1893 exposition. Kelly was elected unanimously by city council, after Patrick A. Nash, one of Cook county's most powerful Democrats, stepped aside because he feared his 70 years would not permit him to meet the rigorous duties of office. Gets 17 Votes Forty-seven aldermen voted foi him and three, all Republicans, refused to cast ballots. A few minutes before Kelly was chosen, acting Mayor Frank J. Corr. appointed following the slaying of Cermak in Miami, Fla., last February, had resigned. In an inaugural statement, Kelly pledged to follow the course charted bv his predecessor. “Whatever policies Mayor Cermak stood for, i stand for," ne declared. Chinese Defeated in Attack fill I nited Pres* KUPEIKOW, China, April 14 Chinese troops fell back from this portal of the Great Wall today after making a futile attempt to drive back Japanese forces into Jehol province.

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Panorama of Rare Beauty Spread Before Pan-American Traveler on Journey

C B Allen was assigned bv the New York World-Telegram to make a 25 000 mile round-South America swing on the Pan-American Airways circuit and record his discoveries and impressions in a series of six articles. He crossed lush green and hurricanetorn areas of the West Indies, barren sections along the eastern coast of South America, great cities and lonesome pampas. the tall, cold Andes, the rugged western coast. Mexico Citv and the sweeping plain lands of the United States. Today Mr. Allen reports his flight from Miami to San Juan. BY C. B. ALLEN Times Special Writer We are roaring through the darkness over the harbor of Port au Prince, Haiti. The drone of the plane’s four motors reverberates eerily among the indistinct mountains. A twinkling panorama of lights reveals the capital city of the magic island. In the distance faint flickers of flame mark what probably are native open-air fires where supper is cooked and voodoo charms are chanted. Every passenger of us presses his face against the windows of the cabin to watch the dark landing. It is only seven hours since we left Miami on the round-South America swing I just am beginning via Pan American Airway's 25,000-mile network of air lines. We have made one landing en route —at the lazy Cuban city, Nue vitas. Now we wait for Pilot Wallace Culbertson to bring us into the city of black men for the first night from New York on foreign soil. He swings the 23,000-horse-power, forty-passenger Sikorsky flying boat over the harbor in a wide, easy circle. One of three such planes owned by Pan American, this Southern Clipper is luxuriously appointed with a ladies’ lounge, smoking room, richly upholstered chairs, even a wood inlay history of transportation on the walls. a tt a AS Pilot Culbertson retards four throttles with a single movement of his hand, the Clipper glides gracefully down. She banks majestically as ne turns her up the harbor toward the oeckoning lights. But something is not to the pilot's liking. He thrusts forward the throttles and we climb back into the night as the moon rises over the mountains and shimmers on the bay. Meanwhile the radio operator busily hammers his key. I learn that the surface reference lights are not far enough out from shore to suit Pilot Culbertson, and he will not come down until they have been shifted to his satisfaction. Now everything seems to be in order. We slip to the sea and are warped to the long pier. We are greeted by customs officials. We go ashore. I learned many things as we talked in the hotel that night

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■bout this island It is an ancient glory of which 'll YORK H 5 m IT> ! nothing remains save the crum- fT JT J. *3 |jpf Hi the mountains above Cap-Hatien, *s* *2 :Ja tjc sjP __ . d||H l There is an open court, his tomb quicksand like an assassin. \me%h!x>(\ 'P'OR all its contact with the * J & outside world Haiti in most G n | respects remains amazingly prim- Pori of Spain* itive. Ten cents a day is a fair living wage and six cents will sup- r- - port a family of five. \ V * * ® yenne Two traffic cops guard Port au jM V> 7 Prince. With a sun umbrella in Jp c © 1 h one hand, they direct 100.000 peo- dV !

about this island whose history is woven on a pattern of incredible fact and persuasive fantasy. Island of the great clack emperor, Christophe; of Toussaint l'Quverture; of Dessalines, with his dreams of power and his order to slay all whites; of Napoleon's sister, Pauline; of Leclerc; Petion and Columbus. It is an ancient glory of which nothing remains save the crumbling ruins of Christope’s palace, Sans Souci, and his citadel on the mountains above Cap-Hatien, said to have cost 20,000 lives in building. There is an open court, his tomb sheltered by a sheet-iron shed, lies Christophe, slain by his own hand with a silver bullet, buried in quicksand like an assassin. a a a T7OR all its contact with the * outside world Haiti in most respects remains amazingly primitive. Ten cents a day is a fair living wage and six cents will support a family of five. Two traffic cops guard Port au Prince. With a sun umbrella in one hand, they direct 100,000 peo-

Commodore, flying ship on which C. B. Allen (above) made his round-South America swing. Map shows his complete 25,000-mile flight.

pie, 10,000 burros, a hundred automobiles. Tw'o means of transportation only are known to the poorer classes—the large flat heads of the women-folk, the sagging backs of the little burros. And on the feminine heads frequently are placed ‘"carrying weights” to keep lighter possessions from blowing away. “Yesterday,” droned my friend at the hotel, “as the plane was about to take off, one such woman pushed through the crowd at the landing stage. She shouted excitedly for the ‘avion’ to wait. “She pulled up in front of the base manager, removed an eightpound rock from her head, revealing a half-ounce air mail

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letter she’d been commissioned to put aboard. “ ‘But why did you carry the rock?’ the manager asked her. “The woman looked at him amazed. "How else would I have kept the letter on my head?’ she asked.” nan IWAS to see hundreds of these human beasts of burden before I left Port au Prince the next day. For in the early morning I was awakened by the sibilant slither of their bare or primitively sandaled feet in the street outside my hotel as they converged for market. Their heads held baskets, water jars, containers made of gourds and the unwieldiest bundles in perfect balance. But only the women, mind you, were burdened.

The stronger sex either walked majestically ahead of the family procession, staff in hand, or straddled the diminutive donkeys, their black toes trailing the ground. Simple, easy-going, hon-est-hearted peasants. We lapse into silence as the Southern Clipper roars on her way to San Juan, carrying mail, .us and express for the West Indies and South America. We are crossing the path of the October hurricane that destroyed all crops in a thirty-five-mile swath before howling out through Mona Passage into the storm-swept Caribbean. But the sun shines benignly on either mountainside as we fly up the Cul de Sac valley toward the Dominican republic border. Over sugar cane fields, hilly farms and

mountain ridges for more than an hour pilot Culbertson guides the boat. He has that sublime confidence of a captain at the helm of a worthy vessel. In all those 25,000 miles I never heard a motor so much as sputter. a a a WELL, we stop for fuel and mail at San Pedro, and now are pointing toward San Juan, capital of Puerto Rico, and southern terminus of the Clipper's run. Again a wrecked and twisted countryside reminds us of the frightful tropical winds. What if a nurricane should catch our plane? Os course, we all would be killed. But the answer is that it never will encounter one, because the Pan-Amcrican's “hurricane watch”

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scans the Caribbean with a sleepless eye. Thirty-eight of these radio and weather outposts are located along the "Lindbergh Circle.” the route Colonel Lindbergh took around the Caribbean in 1927-28 pioneering for the company he now serves as technical adviser. These lonely thirty-eight supply weather information and instructions to planes in flight or about to take off. In the fall when meteorological disturbances so frequently rock the West Indies twenty-one of these stations have an operator on duty twentyfour hours to chart storms. They stick to their instruments, if necessary, until the wind rips them from their hands, then strive to set them up again to report to the world outside. B B B BELIZE was stricken by a hurricane on Sept. 10, 1931. that took 1.000 lives. A tidal wave flooded the streets, paralyzed the city's light, and power plants, ruined the magnetos of two shiny red American fire engines. Unless these could be replaced immediately, authorities feared a city-wide conflagration when the tropic sun dried the wreckage. The Pan-American radio operator flashed:—“Rush new magnetos, two La France fire engines.” W. I. Van Dusen. Pan-American publicity man. received the message in his Mamaroneck home, called New York fire department, but was told he couldn't get to first base without knowing the type, finally told his troubles to Chief Perschke. They couldn't find the probable type in any Westchester fire station. But they learned the La France factory was in Long Island City, and located an official the next day. He said only the foreign sales agent, whose home was in Bronxville, had the necessary data. He'd just driven off for the week-end when they arrived, but the chief picked him out of traffic on the Boston post road. No, the foreign sales agent didn’t have the Belize dope, but he'd call someone in the factory to look up the order and supply the right magnetos. b tt a NEXT morning the shipment had arrived in Miami, that afternoon in Belize, the same night two American fire engines snorted through the muddy streets to answer petty alarms. The specter of fire had been laid. And that's why Fire Chief Perschke has a framed citation on the wall above his desk in Mamaroneck from the Colonial Governor of British Honduras "for inestimable services during the hurricane of 1931.” NEXT:—Cayenne, city of champagne and convicts.

MORTGAGE AID EXPECTED TO LIFT BURDENS

Millions in Interest Will Be Cut, Homes Saved, Is Prediction. by NED BROOKS Times Special Writer WASHINGTON. April 14— Home mortgage relief, newest item of President Roosevelt's emergency program, entered the congressional mill today, with a prediction by its sponsors that it will cut millions annually from interest paid on mortgaged homes and save thousands from the sheriff's hammer. The new plan is to repeal the direct loan provision of the home loan act and substitute a home owners’ loan corporation, capitalized with $200,000,000 of Reconstruction Finance Corporation funds and empowered to issue $2,000,000,000 of 4 per cent bonds, which would be exchanged for mortgages on homes valued at SIO,OOO or less. The exchange of the mortgages for bonds would be by mutual consent of the borrower and lender and the loans would be carried at 5 per cent on the unpaid balanc'\ amortization to be completed in fifteen years. Benefit to Home Owner In qases where the l°nder accepts bonds having a face value less than the mortgage, the home owner would receive the benefit of the discount. Sponsors of the bill believe the majority of lenders will accept the bonds, interest on which is to be guaranteed by the government, rather than to continue to hold the mortgages and run the risk of default of interest and principal by the borrower. The bill carries a special provision empowering the new corporation to grant a three-year moratorium on both interest and principal in extreme cases of stress. Majority Leader Joseph T. Robington of Arkansas, who introduced the bill in the senate, estimates the amount of outstanding mortgages at $20,000,000,000 Use Home Loan Banks The new system will be administered through the present home loan bank system, now operating, which will be retained except for abolishing its direct loan feature. Ihis feature never has been used and was the source of a bitter controversy in the last board. The home loan bank system will continue to issue bonds and make loans to institutions dealing in mortgage paper. These loans to date total about $21,000,000, with another $53,000,000 ready for authorization.