Indianapolis Times, Volume 47, Number 211, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 November 1935 — Page 4

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TUBERCULOSIS HEAOS LIST OF SCHOOL OEATHS Causes More Fatalities Than Any Other Disease, State Group Finds. Time* Fprcfnl EVANSVILLE, Ind., Nov. 12Tuberculosis causes more deaths among Indiana school children than any other communicable disease, the Indiana State Board of Health reported today. Accidents are responsible for the greatest number of ceaths to persons between the ages of five and 20 years, the report said. General Death Rate Cut The general death rate from tuberculosis has been cut in half during recent years but the number of deaths could be reduced further since the disease is curable if treated properly during its early stages. “Probably all accidents can not be prevented but every single death from tuberculosis can,’’ Dr. Paul D. Crimm, Evansville, president of the State Tuberculosis Association said. Cause of Tuberculosis “Tuberculosis is caused by a germ and while it is not hereditary the disease is a family disease, because it is spread through intimate contact,” Dr. Crimm said. “Tuberculosis is curable, especially if it is discovered early and proper treatment used promptly. “It can be prevented if a person gets plenty of rest, good food, fresh air and sunshine and does not live in close contact with someone having tuberculosis. The many sanatoriums of the state provide a place for a tuberculous person to take the euro.” ‘BIRTHDAY BALL' TO RAISE FUNDS AGAIN Annual Warm Springs Foundation Election Jan. 30. By I'nitcrJ pres* WASHINGTON, Nov. 12.—President Roosevelt's fifty-fourth birthday on Jan. 30 will be celebrated by another “birthday ball” to raise funds to fight infantile paralysis, Chairman Henry L. Doherty of the committee on arrangements announced today. Seventy per cent of the money contributed will be retained bv local communities for the treatment of paralysis, and the remainder will be turned over to the Georgia Warm Springs Foundation. ENTER SHEEP EXHIBIT John E. Webb & Son Farm to Show Rambouillcts at Chicago. John E. Webb & Son, operators of a Marion County sheep breeding farm, have registered as an exhibitor in the International Live Stock Exhibition in Chicago, officials announced today. The farm has entered an exhibition flock of purebred Rambouillet. sheep for the show which runs from Nov. 30 to Dec. 7. A record registration is expected.

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Jean mnn, secretary to Donaid Mantague lawyer, dels vs her answered when Bobby Wallace, automobile salesman, asks her to marry him At The Golden Feather night club she mepts Sar.dy Harkins whose buslne-s connection is vagim Sar.dy introduces K'.bby and Jean a Mr. and Mrs. I"' 1 ;■ Bobbv sells some bonds for Lewis, who buys a car. Larrv Glenn. Federal agent Is trailing Wingy Lewis, bank robber. He learns about the bond transaction and questions Bobby. The bonds were stolen. Larrv believes the car Lwls bought Is armored Bobby undertakes to Snd out Jean goer, acme for a vacation Sandy comes to see hr and she agrees to a secret engagement. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT (Continued) Together the three gunmen stood on the steps for a few seconds, looking watchfully up and down the street. Then they ran down the steps and crammed themselves into the car. Oklahoma stumbled, and the red-haired man pushed him in. The doors slammed and the car shot away from the curb like a stone out of a boy’s slingshot. Buddy McGinnis had just raised his head over the fourth floor window sill. He rested his gun on the sill again and fired his remaining shots at the car; but although this was a target altogether too big to miss the bullets seemed to have no effect. At any rate, the big car sped down the street, its motor roaring to a high crescendo, took a corner on two wheels, and dispeared. In the car the w r ounded man slumped back against the cushions, his lips bloodless. The red-haired man bent over him and pulled back his coat. “Got you, eh?” he said. The wounded man nodded. “Bad?” “Don't think so,” came the reply, the words faint and labored. “I can use my arms . . . and I’m not spittin’ any blocd. . . . Only I’m getting . . . weak ” Cursing softly, the other man wadded two handkerchiefs together to make a compress and ripped the shirt open to get at the wound. a tt tt IN the town there was the kind of confusion that prevails when you withdraw a destructive stick from one of the busier ant hills. The persons who had been on the street during the holdup had, naturally enough, cowered in doorways, dodged behind parked cars or ducked off down alleys when the shooting began. Now they all came streaming toward the bank—to stop, most of .them, in a horror-struck circle about the fallen policeman, who still lay quite motionless. Someone had turned him over and unbuttoned his collar at ihe throat; someone else was bending over him; others were crowding near, looking on and feeling slightly sick at the stomach, while there arose a steady buzz of confused and anxious questions from all sides: “Is he dead?” “Did somebody go for a doctor?” “Where’d they go?” “What happened, anyhow?” Inside the bank there was less confusion, chiefly because there were fewer persons there. Mr. Dunn led the trembling stenographer to the door and instructed her to tell everybody to stay outside. Then, with the farmer—who was finding, to his secret shame, that hi3 chief emotion was one of relief at the fact that the robbers had not

bothered to take his own money away from him—he went back behind tne grille to see about Mr. Hobart. Mr. Hobart still lay where he had fallen. His head was in a pool of blood, and it had got in his sparse gray hair and made him look rather dreadful; but Mr. Dunn knelt besiae him and discovered, with joy in his heart, that the man was still alive. He and the farmer carried the wounded man into Mr. Dunn’s office and laid him on a leather couch, and then Mr. Dunn reached for a telephone and hurriedly called a doctor, while the farmer soaked a handkerchief in water at the cooler in the corner of the room and bathed Mr. Hobart’s forehead with clumsy tenderness. The young clerk who had been slugged into unconsciousness came to and sat up groggily, his head wobbling a little. He raised one hand and touched his aching temple gingerly, said, “Oooooh” in a low-, shaky voice, and tried to remember just what had happened. By the time the first of the half dozen persons who had managed to jam their way past the quaking stenographer at the door came into the bank, he was trying to get to his. feet. Someone came back of the grille and helped him, and he found himself the focal point for a dozen eager questions. tt tt tt THE doctor came, presently, to attend to Mr. Hobart; and Mr. Dunn managed to recruit an informal committee to keep the crowd out of the bank, call the sheriff, take the stenographer home, and so on, while he himself made a hasty check of the extent of the bank’s losses. An hour later order was restored. Mr. Hobart was taken home. By a lucky chance, the bandit’s bullet had only creased his skull. He was suffering a good deal of pain and he would carry a rather prominent scar for the rest of his life, but he would live. The policeman had not been so lucky. Three bullets had smashed into his chest, and he was dead. The young clerk had nothing worse than a painful bruise, a bad headache— and a topic of conservation that would keep him going for the next two years. Mr. Dunn sat in his office talking with the county sheriff, who had hurried over from the county seat 12 miles away. “There’s nothing more we can do now,” said the sheriff, folding his notebook. “There’s nothing much we can do at all, for that matter. It’s a lead-pipe cinch they’re out of the country by this time. I’ve got one of my deputies over at the telephone office, calling all the cities and towns around here telling ’em to be on the lookout, and a car-full of the boys are out on the road chasing these birds. “But shucks! We’ve get one chance in a hundred. We don’t even know for sure what road those fellows left on. We got their license number, but if they don’t stop out in the country somewhere and change plates, I miss my guess. We’re just helpless on a thing like this, Mr. Dunn.” Mr. Dunn nodded agreement.

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“There’s nothing much we can do,” he admitted. After a brief pause he said, “I had hoped, when we got that tear gas installed, that we’d be safe. You see, all Hobart had to do was step on a button, and the gas would've stopped them. But he never had a chance. That man shot him before he could move.” The sheriff bit the end off a cigar, spat it out in the general direction of a waste basket, and began to smoke. “No, we’re licked in these small towns—licked before we start,” he said. “Tne only wonder is that they don't rob more of these banks. There's nothing much to stop ’em, as far as I can see.” He brooded over this for a moment. Then he looked up suddenly. "Listen,” he said, “I tell you what: put in a call for the Department of Justice men in Dover. You’re a Federal Reserve Bank, aren’t you? Well, robbery of a Federal Reserve Bank is a Federal offense. Get the government men busy on it.” Mr. Duncan reached for a telephone. “I wish I’d thought of that sooner,’’ he said. "The head of the Dover office is a Maplehurst man— Larry Glenn. I've known him since he was a baby.” a a a T ARRY had just got back from ■*—' lunch when the call came in. It had been a quiet day, and the sunlight on the pavement was beguiling! So much so that it made him think of the baseball park, and he was just reviewing the current state of affairs in his mind, to see whether he would be justified in “sneaking off to the ball game,” when his telephone bell tinkled. “Maplehurst is calling. Will you hold the wire?” said the operator. He waited; then came Mr. Dunn’s voice, to tell him about the robbery. Thoughts of the ball game fled from Larry’s brain—not to re-er.ter

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it until many an eventful day had passed. He drew a scratch pad over to him and made notes as, with swift questions, he got from Mr. Dunn the salient features of the case. At last he hung up, pushed his chair back and strode to the next room. Agents Tony Laßocco and A1 Peters looked up expectantly. “Get your hats,” said Larry. “We're taking a run down to Maplehurst. Looks like Red Jackson has blown himself to another bank robbery.” B tt tt CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE TT was dusk by the time Larry Glenn and the other two Federal men reached Maplehurst. They drove at once to the bank, where Mr. Dunn was waiting for them. In the lobby stood half a dozen persons whom Mr. Dunn thought Larry might like to question; Mr. Dunn himself waited in his office, with the sheriff to keep him company. Larry shook hands, introduced his men. and went to work at once. In E, few minutes he had every scrap of information about the robbery that Mr. Dunn could give him. He took an envelope from his pocket and drew out a few postcard-size photographs. He selected two and handed them to Mr. Eiunn. (To Be Continued)

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NATION IN TRIBUTE TO BISHOP RYAN Made Omaha Prelate, Is to Quit Capital Place. Catholic clerics and laymen. Indianapolis. joined with high officials of the nation today in tribute to the Most Reverend James H. Ryan, j who has been named bishop of : Omaha. Neb. He has been rector ! at the Catholic Univeristy in Washi ington, D. C. Bishop Ryan was bom in Indian-

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