Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 5, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 May 1933 — Page 5

MAY 17, 1933

WAR BRINGS BRIDE AND LAURELS TO M’NUTT

Quits Classroom to Answer Call to Arms; Meets Romance in Old San Antone

i! i i.'. r-'.i \ ” ** ' “’“ ' £L ‘ s*’ ... aa M ~v ~,.. ,j ||,\,| turned bandits and insurrectos. post. He had visions of the Ar- ■ ~, 1( ~. j, ■wSSf cation times. She rode through er fronts. ' nakes fleer at Camp Jackson brought “71 ir"'! m °”‘-'.-rif \\ .ms. ■ i EtJ| a . 11l j|i|i ! 1 . 8 But 1 X tween had her orders H ing centers, infantrymen. ...•ill 1 c e | from her father "Shoot if any artillerymen and tank squads had llnu/'roidd " l i'i*** ll | roVt'l'd jj ~' HFN °° “ K-tl ' In a boarding-house at Colum-

■ i- the thirit of ~ series of stories <n tin* lfr and at tiv.ties of Paul V. M Nutt. BV ARC II STEINEL J i ■. ..II Hi iter IN the days of the Scottish - thistle and the French fleur-de-iis, knights in armor rattled swords in . alute to fair ladies. They warred, wooed, and won near rustle moats. In 1917 life was strife. Wooings of olive diij warriors was done on dance floors and beneath artificial palms between fox-trots. Gun caissons rumbled over roads. Troops tramped. Knighthood flowered again as in days of old. And a lean-faced professor of law with a bit of the thistle of the old McNaught clan of Scotland could have trotted over to the library of Indiana university and found history note after note on the I> Guise nobility of France, king-makers. But that, w'as before he knew that, the thistle and the fleur-de-lis would meet. The professor, Paul V. McNutt, was busy with his law treatises and lectures. The only ear he had for another world was the singsong “right-face” and "squads left” of a company of collegians training outside his widow. The rattle of the old KragJorgenson rifles, resurrected from some city armory, bivouacked law. McNutt joined the campus squads. a u tt Ev RILLED at three flapjacks P after 0 a. m. There was fleet scanning of war news and brushing up on trigonometry, for it’d come in handy managing the big guns. He kept time with his ponderous feet—he wore number twelve shoes —to the “Tenshun! March!” of the drillmaster, Professor K. P. Williams. President Wilson cracked under the war clamor. The gauntlet was tossed. Undergraduates of I. U. rushed to the colors. The big-footed professor. on leave from the school, led the charge to the officers’ training camp at Ft. Benjamin Harrison. Army beans put weight on him. Army officers put captain's bars on him. He : '.ted a “dog-robber”—boot-black and pants-presser—to the naive. Camp Travis, at San Antonio, felt his heavy boots and sharp commands to erring recruits. Rookies at Kelly field felt the swing of the authority that garbed him. tt a tt HIS next past would have made a West Pointer quail. It was a cavalry fort, twenty miles from San Antonio, where he became instructor of a battery composed of regular army and national guard “non-coms.” He had to tell them how” to tear down guns they’d been turning into junk heaps for years. The captain got aw'ay with it, and with discipline, too. San Antonio was alive with soldiers then, as it was alive with legionnaires on another memorable day in the life of McNutt. “Fox-trot with a soldier, leave him with a smile, for tomorrow he may be cannon fodder.” vvas the view of the feminine patriots of San Tone. The town was deep in beauty and gold and silver bars. It was Christmas eve. 1917. “Come on, Paul, let's go up to the Country Club dance. There's a girl I want you to meet,” suggested Captain L. Kemper Williams, New Orleans, to his buddy, the man from Indiana. tt tt tt TOWED by his friend, he stepped into a whirl of ballroom gowns whisked by drab-clad men in clinking boots around and around the room. The music ceased. Chatter took up the refrain. Girls hummed or hung on arms of escorts. Captain McNutt was shoved <• into the middle of the dance floor. His jet-black hair—it was like that then—glistened under the lights. A tall, winsome girl was pushed between couples to his side. "Miss Kathleen Timolat, I want you to meet Captain McNutt. And the thistle and the fleur-de-lis met. The thistle is Indiana’s Governor now and the fleur-de-lis his wife. And the family crests of the Mac Naughts of Scotland and the Timolats of De Guise ancestry of France were joined in a simple little ceremony on April 20, 1918, in an Episcopal church in the lee of Ft. Sam Houston. It was one of hundreds of war wedlocks of the Texas town and all towns in the nation and it was one that stuck a a tt MRS. M'NUTT, in the Governors mansion on Fall Creek boulevard, recalls their brief army romance. She had danced with lots of soldiers. She knew the life of army posts. But this tall man, broad of shoulders, thin of hips, nimble in dancing, captured

Upper Left—Mrs. McNutt, the Governor’s wife, when she was Miss Kathleen Timolat and rode cow ponies in the Mexican wilds. A revolver can be seen sheathed at her waist ready for action. Insets—The McNutt family crest from the Scottish clan of the Mac Naughts left, and the Timolat coat of arms descended from the De Guises of

the spirt of war for her and held it close for none to see. And her father, H. N. Timolat, in his laboratory at his wax works at Bloomington, tells of how the "Captain” McNutt asked for her hand. ”My life’s an open book. I w r ant to marry your daughter,” he requested of the merry-eyed father. “Now, what could you do? He was a handsome chap. He had a good handshake,” laughed Timo-

■This Man McNutt — No. 3

France that joined hands and lives at “San Tone.” Center —Captain McNutt of the field artillery, as he looked the night he met Mrs. McNutt. Upper Right—Colonel McNutt w'hile in charge of the army training of a brigade at Camp Jackson, S. C. The McNutts spent their honeymoon days at the camp.

lat, “and so I said, ‘Yes.’ I’ve not regretted it. He's been a son to me.” Born in the north, Mrs. McNutt and her father are quick to refute that Texas and the southwest as her nativity. But if she isn’t a plainswoman by birth, she is one of heart. She rides a horse like a man and shoots a revolver in true western tomato-can style.

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LET'S back-track! The Timolats moved from Chicago to San Antonio Ground 1910. The father, a w’ax chemist, had an idea of making a fortune out of w'ax from the candelia cactus that grows on the plains and mesas of Mexico. He built a wax-mill near Bustamente, Mexico, miles from a railroad. Revolutions swung around him until he came to think the valley of his mill—he called it “Peace-

ful"—w'as an oasis from rurales turned bandits and insurrectos. Kathleen visited his mill at vacation times. She rode through the mesquite ar.d candellias on her pet pony. Shot rattlesnakes from her saddle and empty tomato cans for w'ant of better targets. Neighboring Spanish dons shook their heads at the brazenness of the senorita w r ho rode alone through the wilds. But X: .thleen had her orders from her father, “Shoot if any one gets near your horse's head.” “And she'd have done it, too,” her father said in his Bloomington office. tt o tt THEN one day when Kathleen was attending a private school in San Antonio, the Carranzistas, Huertas or Maderists, or whatever they happened to want to be that day, swooped down on the w'ax mill and burned her father out. What they didn’t burn, they wrecked. “They took every thing but the well,” says her father. The Timolats (refugees) were smuggled through wild mountain passes, ' ross-country, and over the border. “I never w'ent back. Lost about $40,000 in investments and leases in the revolution,” Timolats laconically explains. A world trembled with war. The gracious Kathleen dapeed with the boys going “over there,” and then she met the captain from Indiana with the smoke-black hair. The day after their marriage, Captain McNutt was ordered to report to Brigadier-General R. M. Danforth, Camp Jackson, Columbia, S. C. Overseas! Camp Jackson was

the first jump from this inland past. He had visions of the Argonne, Chateau Thierry and newer fronts. His capability as a gunnery officer at Camp Jackson brought him a major's leaf. Artillery officer after officer got his orders to embark for the Big Show. McNutt waited. u a tt HORSE -SHOEING schools, firing centers, infantrymen, artillerymen and tank squads had to be turned out. Instruction pamphlets had to be written and McNutt, aided by other officers in the same boat, sank thought of the overseas stripes in w’ork. In a boarding-house at Columbia, a few miles away, Mrs. McNutt consoled him on week-ends, lightened the grind of militarism, cheered him, hoped with him that he'd get his chance "overseas,” and then prayed as he went back to his drilling that the order never would come. It never came. But a colonel’s eagle graced his shoulder now where a major’s leaf hung before. General Danforth trusted his aid to the details of turning out Help Kidneys Don’t Take Drastic Drugs You have nine million tinv tubes or filters in your Kidneys which may be endangered bv using drastic, irritating drugs. Be careful. If poorlv functioning Kidneys or Bladder make you suffer from Getting Un Nights. Leg Pains. Nervousness. Stiffness. Irritation. Acidity. Neuralgia or Rheumatic Pains, Lumbago or Loss of Vitality, don't waste a minute. Try the Doctor's prescription called Cystex (pronounced Siss-texi. Formula in every package. Starts work In 15 minutes. Soothes and tones raw. irritated tissues. It is helping millions of sufferers and is guaranteed to fix vou up to vour satisfaction or money back on return of empty package. Cvstex is only 75c at all druggists.—Advertisement.

the “thirty-day” officers and enenlisted men. Years later General Danforth credited him in verbal citations with the camp's mobilization and demobilization speed. SEVEN THOUSAND officers and 80.000 enlisted men were shipped by McNutt and his chief to the front. The mill ground on and on until that day of Nov. 11, 1918. when industry. front-line trenches, ships and people stopped in their tracks, threw up their hats, blew whistles and got soused on one word, "Peace.” Colonel McNutt became acting

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Brigadier-General McNutt. He demobilized the men of Camp Jackson, cheeked up arm accounts. tore down the mushroom war school and even evacuated it. And then he went back with his war bride to his professorship at Indiana university and his law books. Next: McNutt and the American legion. McNutt May Be Speaker Governor Paul V. McNutt will be asked to speak on the $1.50 tax limitation law at the national realtors convention to be held in Chicago. June 12 to 17.

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