Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 187, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 December 1933 — Page 21

By Hevwood Broun

WASHINGTON, Dec. 15—Two men are playing checkers. Another group of three or four discuss the merits of Maryland rye compared to the stuff which can bought in the drug stores of the District of Columbia. “I held four honors in hearts and one club,” begins a bureau head from Baltimore. Suddenly a limousine draws up to the door of the executive offices, and a single scout detaches himself from the group and takes his post at the entrance. In a moment he is back to report. “It's only Senator Copeland," and the checker game goes on. But sometimes on certain days he is back to say that LitvinofT, J. P. Morgan or Marie Dressier has come to see the President, and suddenly the watchdogs of the White House are on their toes and loping like frightened antelopes in search of a news story. Upon the wall is posted, each morning, a list of the expected visitors and the time at which they are scheduled to arrive. But, of course, when news is boiling surprises may be sprung. Watching that door is a little bit like sitting on the front porch of Herbert Swope’s house, back in the days when he lived in Great Neck. You never can tell whether the next car will contain a Connecticut congressman or a messenger from Mars. u a u BUT, great or small, each visitor during the afternoon must answer to the members of the press. He may explain, confess, plead privilege or be content with “Nothing to say today.” But he can’t stalk by. Men of many cities are gathered at the gate, and it is the proud boast of the White House correspondents that not a single peasant, prince or postmaster ever has come who whs not known and identified by some member of the group of Washington waiters. These are the gentlemen who guarantee that the press shall be not only free but well informed. That long corridor is a sort of gangplank. There is no way of sneaking in. It was just my luck to catch a quiet day. The posted list contained no notables. As far as I can remember, the best the bill afforded was a delegation of foreign missionaries and a man named Case who used to be a Governor in one of the smaller New England states. The checker game was interrupted by only two surprise acts. Professor Tugwell and General Johnson were the only performers who disturbed its even tenor. In fact, news was at such a low ebb that the gentleman who held the four honors in hearts had time to describe in detail the manner in which ho bid and played the hand. “Isn’t there anybody with a story for a lone columnist far from home who is already three hours late on his deadline?" I inquired. “Does it have to be true?” asked a kindly correspondent who was perhaps a little hard of hearing. “I’m a columnist," I repeated. n u ”'tX7'ELL.” said the thick-set VV gentleman with the black mustache, “I can’t vouch for this, because it came from a friend of a friend of mine who says Mrs. Roosevelt tells it. It seems LitvinofT was dining at the White House. Mrs. Roosevelt expressed regret that the emissary from the Soviets had not brought his wife to this country. “The Russian explained that Mrs. LitvinofT had felt it necessary to remain at home with the children. “ But," said Mrs. Roosevelt, ‘I though they were away at school and able to take care of themselves.’ “Driven out of his original excuse, LitvinofT leaned over tow r ard the President and said confidentially. ‘You see, my wife is a woman who thinks she has a mission.’ “The President patted him on the back and answered: ‘I understand. So does mine.”’ "Maybe this is a privilege.” said a tall blond correspondent with a red beard, "but Mrs. Ickes also tells it on herself.” “Privilege?" Inquired the visiting newspaper man. “I though you understood that I'm a columnist." “Well, it seems Mrs. Ickes was to address a woman's club, and to be on the safe side she wrote out her speech. It was about the vast amount of work besetting all public officials caught up into the turmoil of the new deal. “ ‘I hardly see my husband once a month.’ she read, and before she could stop herself she had followed copy through the next line, which ran. ‘Washington has never been more interesting.’ ” It was a dull day in the executive office press room. (Copyright, 1933, by The Times)

CHUCK WIGGINS IS CLEARED OF CHARGES Judgment Is Withheld Against Hoosier Playboy. Yesterday was a red-letter day in the hectic life of the much-arrested Chuck Wiggins, the Hoosier playboy. For the first time in months, Chuck stood cleared of all legal entanglements, the last pending charge against him being taken under advisement by Municipal Judge Dewey Myers. Chuck faced the court on drunkenness gharge, pending since Sept. 11, and %hich has been continued five times. Inasmuch as Wiggins paid two fines, totaling S4O, one for drunkenness and one for assault and battery, Wednesday, the court withheld udgment in the case yes-

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THOUSANDS OF YOUTHS FORM j VAGRANT ARMY City Relief Group Reveals Ex-Students Leading ‘Hobo’ Horde. MANY SEEK SHELTER Day of Seasonal Laborers Passed as Multitude Moves On. This is the first of three stories on Indianapolis' transient problem. BY WILLIAM H. M’GAUGHEY Times Staff Writer More former college students than illiterates, more skilled tradesmen than common laborers are among j America’s homeless, friendless and penniless vagrants who straggle dally into Indianapolis. Coming by twelve major highways, over a score of railroad lines, down a hundred side roads, they \ swarm, hungry and tired, into the city looking for food and seeking shelter. Not all of them are bums and hobos and panhandlers. Rather, most of them were good American citizens in their home communities a few years ago. Many are but boys —motherless youths of 16 or younger. Victims of the depression, mo6t of them homeless, wondering men are in search only of work. Want Chance to Work All many of them ask is the chance to work; all they desire is the right to a job and an opportunity to live without charity. The ranks of the transient men were composed of seasonal laborers a few years ago. They were the workers that the nation depended upon to harvest the crops, fell the lumber, pave the roads, construct the bridges and man its ships. Today in their group are found men of all occupations, representing nearly every branch of business, commerce and labor. They used to be respectable business men, white collar workers, superintendents of factories, buyers in department stores, machinists, clerks, tradesmen, foremen, technicians, electricians, mechanics, actors, engineers. Motherless Boys in Crowd College graduates rub elbows with the professional hobo in this strange economic setup in which 4,000,000 transients roam the nation in search of work. Thousands of motherless boys under 16 drift down the by-ways along with old, broken-down men. At the crossroads of the nation, Indianapolis has become a pathetic port of wandering men and boys since 1929. Many highways and railways converge here, making the city a cosmopolitan center for transients en route from Chicago, St. Louis, Detroit, Cleveland, Columbus, Cincinnati and Louisville. Mast of the wanderers are penniless. Many need medical attention; all need shelter. Records at the Foundation Registration Bureau indicate that more than 4.400 youths under 20, applied for relief in Indianapolis in the months from February to December of this year. Many Are Young Boys Os the number, 247 of the transients were 16; seventy-nine were 15: thirty-one had reached j their fourteenth birthdays; nineI teen were 13; eight “hobos” had an \ even dozen years in this world and | ten youngsters were but 11. All boys under 16, promptly were | sent to the detention home, where j an attempt is made to send them ; back to their home communiies or I to find someone that would care ; for them. Every effort is made to ! discourage this aimless wandering of ' this horde of homeless boys, comparable to the homeless gangs of I boys in Russia after the revolution in 1918. More than 35.000 transients this I year have applied for relief in the I form of food and shelter from the i Central Housing Foundation, the j Wheeler City Mission and the Sal- | vation Army, records show. These men could populate a city the size of Muncie if gathered together in one place. 20,000 Under 16. Dame Fortune plays no favorites, i More college graduates than illiti erates have applied for relief. More i men of skilled trades are destitute than those men who only know common labor as a means of livelihood. Government officials estimated this summer that 20.000 boys under 16 are roaming the country and drifting from city to city, town to town, like the professional “bum” of yesterday. Welfare workers see scores of these growing boys seeking aid in Indianapolis every day.

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STATE FARMERS GET $56,201 FROM U. S. Crop Reduction Chocks Mailed Seven Counties. Checks totaling $56,201 have been mailed to farmers in seven Indiana counties who agreed to plant less wheat this year, according to Washington dispatches. The counties are Adams. Jennings. Marshall. Posey. Cass. Perry and Noble. Thus far. wheat checks totaling $678,541 have been mailed to farmers in fifty-nine Indiana counties. TWO BITTEN BY DOGS Boy, 6, Attacked on Way Home From School. George Worrell, 605 North DeQuincy street, reported to police early today that he was bitten by two dogs as he walked in the 400 block South East street. Joe Gritt, 6. of 4405 Guilford avenue, was bitten on the leg by a stray dog as he was on his way home frarjj, school yesterday.

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PRIVATE LIFE OF THE WYNEKOOPS

Romance Grows in Household as Earle Woos Rheta Gardner

BY DR. CATHERINE WYNEKOOP Written exclusively for The Time* and other NEA Service Newspapers. (Copyright, 1933, NEA Service, Inc.) FATHER was very anxious for his sons to study medicine. At first he maintained that the profession was too hard for his “little girl,” but I observed that he took great pride in leading his patients back to the laboratory where I was doing some special medical work. Walker was not the least interested in the profession. Earle showed mild interest, because—as he later admitted—he though;, he should be a doctor “for dad’s sake." So it was Earle and I enrolled at Lewis institute for part of our college work. Here we w r ere known as “the twins.” (To this day, some people aren’t sure whether mother really had twins or not, or whether she ever had any children of her own. Every now and then I hear, from supposedly authentic sources, that all of us children are adopted.) Classified as premedical students. our fates seemed sealed. With the first assignment in biology. I was overcome by the new and limitless glossary. I took my book into mother's room, where she lay on a sickbed and patiently explained each new term, the meaning of which I carefully wrote in above the strange word. At this time it seemed to me that I had started to climb an insurmountable mountain, in undertaking the study of medicine. If I could laugh now, I suppose I would, were I to read that book with the simple terms so carefully explained in a cramped handwriting. How could I study to be a doctor if i didn’t have a regular desk? I asked my parents. The answer was a beautiful roll-top desk in my room. No sooner was there a desk in my room than Earle’s room also displayed one. u m a THE days passed on as we slowly acquired the background necessary for the study of the various aches and pains and their causes. Among mother’s many achievements is a reading and speaking knowledge of French and German. I imagine she could talk Latin if she wanted to. When Earle and I were struggling along with scientific German, mother registered for the same class under her maiden name. One day the boy sitting next to me said, “Boy! That Miss Lindsay certainly does know her German!” For a long time no one but the instructor guessed the relationship between Miss Lindsay and the Wynekoop twins. And then one morning, just be-

North Methodist Choir Will Present ‘Messiah’

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Handel’s Oratorio Will Be Sung at Vesper Service Christmas Eve. “Messiah." an oratorio by Handel, will be presented by the North M. E. church choir at the church, Thirty-eighth and Meridian streets, Sunday afternoon. Dec. 24. Admission to the vesper service will be by tickets which may be obtained free at the church office and from members of the choir league. The Junior High school choir will sing the solo. "How Beautiful Are the Feet of Them That Preach the Gospel of Peace.’’ Soloists are Mrs. John S. Kirby, soprano; Mrs. Gilbert C. Templeton, soprano; Mrs. Alma Mae Shead, contralto; Howard Clayton, tenor; Harry Payne, bass, and Robert Schleicher, bass. Choir Members Listed Members of the choir are: Sopranos, Janet Collier, Elizabeth V. Evans. Kathryn Frost. Bessie Greenwait, Montreau Hatt, Dorothy Horton. Ursala Keske, Mrs. Kirby, Elaine Millholland, Esther L. Robinson. Eleanor Ross, Myrtle Schaub. Mrs. L. E. Schultz. Alice Templeton, June Wier and Mrs. D. C. Wilber. Tenors. Myron J Clark. Howard Clayton. Edward F. Kepner, Harry Warbington. Lee Walker; altos. Marietta Adams. Althea Burghard. Mrs. Karl Friedrichs, Gertrude Frost, Louise Glover. Eima Hockett, Goldie Layton, Roslia Meyer, Henrietta Neffle, Nadyne Schleicher, Mrs. Shead. Mary Louise Shields and Margaret Lefferson. Others to Sing Basses, Karl Freidrichs. J. O. Jackson. E. L. Norris, Harry Payne, Robert Schleicher and Fred Striby. Charles Barbe will be the pianist, Lee Walker, organist, and William F. Kigel, director. Romaine Rolland, great French author, has said that "Messiah’’ is "one of the artistic summits of the eighteenth century’. Many of the pages of the score were tear-stained as Handel’s emotions were stirred as he wrote this oratorio. This ojatofio

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fore class was called to order, I said, “Oh, mother, what did you say this word meant?” And there was no class that day. The years rolled on—Walker was the father of a baby boy. Earle and I were in medical school and Mary Louise was a freshman at Drake in Des Moines. All of us fyere children of the same parents, except Mary, who was adopted, and yet each one was totally different from the rest. People becoming acquainted with any of us individually usually were convinced that the son or the daughter in question was an only child. u u u IN December, 1928, there was an epidemic of influenza. Both Earle and I were ill in bed. Father was out making calls during the days and half the nights. Mother had broken a toe and could hardly walk, but managed to take care of the messages for father. Mary Louise was the little ray of snushine about the house, and the housekeper kept things running. New Year’s day, 1929, father set aside for his family. It was the first time in many months that he spent practically the entire day at home. After dinner, we children went out for a drive with two of our cousins. When we returned about

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has touched the hearts of many and it proves its greatness by its frequent performance and large audiences.” J. E. M'CLURE NEW MUSICIANS’ PRESIDENT Russell Stubbs Elected to Post of Vice-President. local No. 3, Indianapolis Musicians’ Union, yesterday elected J. E. McClure president for the ensuing year. Others elected were Russell Stubbs, vice-president; A. Hammerschlag. secretary, and Paul Brown, John Go 11, Harry Bason, Reagan Carey, Harry O'Leary. Clarence Morrow and Sam Kaplan, executive board. Held for Questioning Halted by police for questioning, Ralph Cline, 33. of 3223 Hovey street, was arrested early today when officers found two wheels and two tires in the rear of his car. He said he purchased the wheels and tires, but refused to tell police where. He was held on vagrancy changes for questioning. v ■■

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10 p. m. we found mother and father sitting by the Christmas tree talking. We were hungry and promptly went to the kitchen to see what we could find. Father came out to brew the coffee—no one could make it quite the way he did. Between innumerable cups of coffee, resolutions for the new year were drawn up and made public, and then we were off to bed. Soon after 5 the next morning, mother ran into my room and into that of my sister’s, calling us to come quickly—that father was very sick. Shaking so that we scarcely couJQ walk, we went to father’s room, where he didn’t even recognize us. At 6 a. m. the doctor called in was leaving the house, as he could do nothing more. So dawned anew day in our home. 000 THE responsibilities that previously had been shared now rested heavily upon mother’s shoulders. Problems came thick and fast. The oil heater wouldn’t work, the plumbing gave out and had to be replaced; not much later the tile roof had to be replaced. Mother was quiet and uncomplaining throughout, although she had numerous new duties, to many of which she was wholly unaccustomed. As usual, mother managed like a major. In the midst of a saddened household, romance was lurking. It had its beginning in December, 1929, when Earle drove mother and me to Indianapolis to attend a musical party being given by the Nu Sigma Phi Medical Sorority, to which we belonged. Rheta played the violin at the party. Her cute way of playing, together with her bright red hair, her pretty, animated face, and her petite form instantly captivated my brother. “Find out who she is,” he begged mother. “I want to meet her.” Mother, always Cupid’s great co-operator, ' found out. Also, she found out someone who would introduce him. That was the last we saw of Earle that evening. But next morning, on the drive back to Chicago, he told us that he had escorted Rheta home and extracted from her a promise to answer his letters. For the next twq and a half years, we—mother, Mary and I—had a lot of fun, keeping abreast with their romance. At times, the postman seemed unusually slow—to Earle. But when, at last, he arrived, bringing the anticipated letter from Indianapolis, Mary or I would ask: “Hots does she end it, Earle?” However, he never deigned to satisfy our curosity. He was madly in love with the charming young violinist and her letters to him were strictly private. #OO ONE August morning in 1929 fie became more confidential. We were having breakfast when the postman brought a letter from Rheta. And mother, noting the worry lines that appeared on Earle's forehead as he finished reading it, inquired: “What's the matter, Earle?” “Is she giving you the gate?” Mary piped up. We laughed at that, for it was well known in the family that the way to Rheta’s heart was over no boulevard. She was a pretty, talented girl and, as such, had plenty of admirers. “She says,” Earle said, “that if I don’t get to Indianapolis the next time I write I’m coming, I I needn’t ever come.” Mother nodded, full of sympathy. Well she knew that the reason Earle had failed to keep some of his long distance “dates” with Rheta was because of her own business affairs. He was acting as her agent in settling dad’s affairs. “I thick, Earle,? said mother at

Life was joyous for Earle and Rheta Wynekoop when the above picture was taken. That was before tragedy swooped and Rheta died by a slayer’s hand and Earle was held as accessory in the killing

last, “you’d better go down and see Rheta. Otherwise, you may lose out with her.” So, shortly after dawn the following morning, he set off in his car for Indianapolis. A couple of days later, he long-distance telephoned mother. “Can I bring Rheta home with me tomorrow,” he asked. “Certainly,” mother answered, surprised that he should make such a request, for she always had encouraged us to bring home our friends. Then she added: “You can, that is, if her parents’ consent.” a u n NEXT morning they arrived; and the first thing tSiey told us was that they were going to

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be married. But their glowing faces, as they stepped out of Earle’s car, had revealed that fact. Earle wanted to be married at once. And Rheta, to whom life at home had not been the same since her mother’s death, was enthusiastically acquiescent. But mother demurred. She insisted that the lovers talk it over first with Rheta’s father and stepmother. Burdine H. Gardner, Rheta’s father, when reached over the telephone, readily consented to their marriage and said he and his wife would start for Chicago at once. So the wedding was set for the following day. NEXT—Days of shadow come. Mary Louise follows adopted father to grave. Tragedies pita up. Family hit by financial troubles. A Century of Progress. Earle and Rheta’s married life—and Rheta’s death.

ITS PAY DAY, BUT U. S. IS ’HOLDING BAG’ Only $8,898,123 of Totaf $310,676,270 Due Is Paid. FRANCE DEFAULTS AGAIN Finland Only Nation Making Full Deposit: Some Give ‘Tokens.’ By Unitf4 Press WASHINGTON. Dec. 15.—Today was pay day for the United States* war debtors, but payments were light. Out of a grand total of $310,676,270.20 that was due in installments only $8,898,123 had been paid, and the arreage was scheduled to remain above the $300,000,000 mark after receipt of token payments during the day. Installments due today were $152,952,637, but $25,256,511.85 was defaulted last Dec. 15. and an additional $132,258,124.35 on June 15. Finland alone paid in full, arranging to deposit its entire installment of $229,623 with the New York Federal Reserve bank today. Belgium defaulted with the announcement that it had funded its debt on the understanding that its payments here would be covered by reparations payments from Germany. Until reparations are resumed, it will make no further payments here, it was made clear. France defaulted its $22,200,927 payment without notice. Czechoslovakia paid $150,000; Great Britain, $7,500,000; Italy, $1,000,000; Latvia, $8,500, and Lithuania, SIO,OOO. U. S. May Lose Rest By United Press LONDON, Dec. 15.—Europe awaited confidently today the early death of the war debt problem, to be brought about by a sustained program of non-payment. Though generally unexpressed, there was the feeling throughout Europe that the United States would go without almost all of the $19,500,000.000 still owed to it by fifteen debtor nations. Os the leading debtor nations, Great Britain and Italy made small token payments on the installment due today and France defaulted. Some of the remaining twelve following the British-Italian example, others the French. Despite the token payments and the formal admission that the debts did exist, no realistic observer in Europe believed that payments ever would be resumed on a substantial scale. Britain’s payment today was $7,500,000, and as usual the largest. It was 6.4 per cent of the amount due. Its token payment on the June installment was 13.2 per cent. Thus, in the view of Europeans, was dwindling the prospect of the United States getting baok it* money.