Indianapolis Times, Volume 47, Number 214, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 November 1935 — Page 19

It Seems to Me HEIM BROUN /"\N A TRAIN HEADING BACK TO THE “FROZEN” NORTH, Nov. 15—As the train approaches New York I am filled with a considerable amount of trepidation. According to the newspapers in the Southern city which I have just quit, shaking the tile dust off my feet, the stories about happenings in the metropolis have been pretty horrendous. I understand that the North has been through a series of earthquakes and that “Icy Gales Lash Atlantic Seaboard." With us, on the contrary, the weather has been excellent, and in the

last two weeks we have had only one day of hurricane. Naturally I do not expect to find in Manhattan a climate which can approach in any way the sunshine of Florida. I ll have to drop my ocean dip, my daily three holes of golf and all the activities which were gradually bringing the roses back into my cheeks. My only hope is that the old home town will live up to its reputation as the Athens of America and atone for its phys-

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ical shortcomings by its flow of wit and reason. Florida is fine as a spot ; n which to cultivate the sound body—your own if possible—but the mind tends to languish. There is just a touch of Ceylon's isle about the peninsula. I like to get close to nature on occasion, and at the same time I mi.ss my friends who are mostly two or three days away from that particular neighborhod. Asa rule, there were only three subjects of talk generally current in Miami. You could hear about golf, real estate and the weather. Nor does na ration coupling the storm and the real estate market really build into anything very much. “I sold him ‘he house at, 9 on Monday morning,” one broker explained jubilantly, “and at 3 it blew away.’ non In the Teeth of the Wind r l S HE story, I imagine, is apocryphal, for Florida's greatest boast is that during the height of the gale applications for building were still coming in and something like a quarter of a million in new construction began the day after the winds had abated. But, if I seem to sneer my scorn is of a surface quality, for Florida is my second favorite state out of all the Union. In another 20 or 30 years it will be in the cultural as well as the climatic van. This prediction is based upon the fact that in spite of the best efforts of Gov. Sholtz, Florida has many elements of the melting pot. It is not, of course, a Southern state except in isolated spots. Miami, at least, is about as cosmopolitan as any city in the country. The elements mingled here are very varied. In addition to the Miamians, who constitute a rather small minority, there >s quite a group of the retired Middle Westerners who have stamped their prejudices and personalities upon Los Angeles. These are the godly folk who make this portion of Florida one of the most churchly communities in the country. n tt a The State of Contrasts OUT there is a lea yen in this situation. Miami is, among other things, a playground, and the local clergymen seem content not to grow too irate about horse racing or other forms of gambling. In all probability there will he no open games of chance this winter such as the city knew' two years ago. Os course, this does not apply to horse racing, where pari-mutuels are legalized. But the death of gambling does not lie at the door of the reformers. The racketeers pulled the lid down on their own heads by an inability to preserve amity. Florida does not like it when a New York gangster comes in and shoots a local mobster. It hurts the sense of state pride. While Palm Beach gets most of the big shots, a good deal of wealth drifts into Miami in the course of the season. It would be quite possible to stand on any corner and hit a millionaire with a. large rock. And perhaps it, wouldn’t be a bad idea. At anv rate, this is an ideal spot for share-the-wealth spokesmen and radical agitators of all kinds, because the disparity between the luxury and the poverty of the city is so palpable and so enormous. The very climate is apt to lead to socialistic ideas. There are days so beautiful that even the most conservative person may well be moved to say, "Thin weather ought to belong to everybody.” (Copyright. 19351

Your Health RY DR. .MORRIS FISHBEIN

A/ r OU'n only be partly right if you blamed sinus infection of children on such controllable things as bad ventilation, damp houses and clothing, and exposure to cold. The remainder of the causes for this troublesome condition will be found in circumstances that permit the infectious germ to multiply and make things worse. Such circumstances include deficient general hygiene. errors of diet, bad climatic conditions, and not infrequently abnormalities in the structure of the nose, and enlarged tonsils and adenoids. The sinuses begin to develop when the child is young, but may not attain their full growth until lhe fifteenth year of age. By the fifth or sixth year, they are large enough to cause trouble if they become infected. Complications may affect the brain, the ears, or other structures associated with the sinuses. tt tt tt '\/'OU can tell a child with a chronic sinus infection by the fact that it is palefaced and easily fatigued. Usually there is a fairly chronic running of the nose and some difficulty in breathing. The child gets well from one cold only to catch another. There is a loose cough, which gets worse at night and in the early morning. There is also loss of appetite, deficient general development, and intermittent or constant hoarseness. Headaches occur in 20 per cent of the children with chronic sinus infection, and secondary earaches and swellings of the glands of the neck are exceedingly common

Today s Science BY DAVID DIETZ

DESPITE the marvelous advances which medical science has made in the last decade, a vast territory still challenges the research workers of the medical world. Challenging the medical profession today are the diseases of old age. the disease of civilization, and certain germ diseases. The diseases of old age are particularly important because America appears to be becoming a nation of old men. Doctors Thompson and Whelpton of the Scripps Foundation for Research in Population Problems point out that whereas in 1920 there was 12.6 per cent of the population in the age group between 50 and 69 years of age. and 2.8 per cent over <O. by 1980 there will be 24.1 per cent in the group between 50 and 69 and 6.7 per cent in the group over 70. Foremost in the diseases of old age comes cancer. The only advance to date in the cancer field is a better understanding of some of the cancer-producing hydrocarbons. This is a long way from an adequate understanding of the disease, much less a treatment. Mast medical men see little hope in the new injection treatment developed at Kingston, Ontario. Ihe other diseases of old age include heart disease and other organic diseases, such as Bright’s disease and the like. The so-called diseases of civilization include high b.ood pressure or essential hypertension, to give it its technical name, stomach ulcers, “soldier's heart,” over-activity of the thyroid gland and certain other glandular disturbances.

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THE BABY DERBY—A YEAR TO GO!

Kennys, With 11 Children and ‘Expecting/ Vision Victory in Race

Toronto'* SVKI.CKW Baby nyrhv is in its final yrar. To IfII readers of the most birarre maternity rare in history, Laura Lou Bronkman was sent to Toronto. In a series of articles about the derby Miss Bronkman relates an amazing story. This is the first article of the series. n b a a b a * BY LAURA LOU BROOKMAN (Copyright, 1935. NEA Service. Inc.l J[ ORONIO, Ont., Nov. 15.—When the gong sounds on Toronto’s $500,000 Baby Derby Oct. 31, 1936, Mrs. Lily Kenny, 32 years old, five feet of effervescent FrenchCanadian pep and energy, confidently expects to step up and hear herself declared, “The Winner.” Right now Mrs. Kenny boasts 11 children born within nine years. “And,” she says, “there’s more time yet.” frankly, Mrs. Kenny is “expecting.” Around about Christmas, she says, there will be another infant in the numerous cribs and carriages standing about the Kenny front room. No, Mrs. Kenny isn’t making tiny garments.

No, she isn’t worried. When they come so often, she explains, you don’t think much about it. However, she would like the next one to be a boy. “So I can call him Charles Vance Millar Kenny,” she adds. It was Charles Vance Millar, Toronto millionaire bachelor, who started the Baby Derby by leaving the bulk of his fortune to the mother with the largest number of children born within 10 years of Millar’s death. It takes a pair of really high heels to bring Mrs. Kenny up to the five-foot mark. Her dark hair is graying, much curled. Living on relief, as the Kennys have for the last four years, there isn’t much choice in the matter of clothes, but Mrs. Kenny likes bright things, contrives to look fairly neat. Her home, too, is orderly and clean. It lacks the clutter and confusion you might expect in a household of II children. bub MRS. KENNYS opponents In the derby are quick to say there's a reason for this. Where, they demand, are those 11 children? And why aren’t they registered in the Bureau of Vital Statistics? Children, no matter how many a mother has. do not count in the Baby Derby unless they are registered.

This Thing of Trying to Keep Track of What Makes the Wheels Go Around in a Motor Assembly Plant Is Very, Very Exasperating DV l?r* Vir nvr ws ..... . ’

BY ERNIE PYLE DETROIT, Nov. 15.—There are two men, and all they do all day is turn auto engines from upside down to right side up. That seems to me to be an odd way of making a living. But, there are a lot of odd things in Detroit. These two men are on what is called the “motor line” at an automobile factory here. The line

Winter Reading for the Supreme Court; 500,000 Words on the Guffey Coal Law

BY FRED YV. PERKINS Times Special Writer 117 ASHINGTON, Nov. 15. ' When the U. S. Supreme Court receives the case that will test the constitutionality of the Guffey Coal Act. the nine justices will be confronted with more than half a million words. That will be the size of the record being built up in the District of Columbia Supreme Court in the test suit of James Walter Carter against the corporation which he heads, the Carter Coal Cos. Friends of the law think thev have built up proof that most of the industry's management and nearly all of its labor want to give up what Herbert Hoover called “rugged individualism” and others have called "rule of tooth and claw.” They concede, however, that it will be a question of "pure law” when the Supreme Court cogitates on whether the Constitution permits Congress to regulate activities in the shadowland between interstate and intrastate. a a a operators who have testified in behalf of the new law have been confronted by Mr. Carter's counsel with evidence that they did not always believe in Federal regulation. One so confronted was E. O. Mahan of Knoxville. Tenn., president of the Southern Coal and Coke Cos., a selling corporation, and also an officer in operating companies. Mr. Mahan, asked why he “changed his mind,” replied: "I served as president of the National Coal Association and subsequently as chairman of the committee that considered all the plans for some possible solution of the industry's problems. Out of that committee came the suggestion which subsequently was involved in Appalachian Coals, Inc. "I saw that tried out, and. In my opinion, it was unworkable. Frankly. I was very much opposed to the iNRAI code, and went into it only because I had to go into it. I had been definitely opposed to any sort of governmental control. But after the code went into operation I became thoroughly convinced that this industry could never get to anything like profitable operation unless it had Federal control. "After I saw how we had switched /rom the low living conditions of our miners to substantially a greatly improved condition, and after I had seen red ink on our own balance sheets switch to black ink in a great many cases, it was very evident that we had reached a solution.

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To these attacks Mrs. Kenny tosses her head. “I’ll show them!” she says. “Os course my children are ail registered. I’ve put the whole thing in the hands of my lawyer.” The lawyer’s name? No, she can’t disclose that. There are five youngsters to be seen about the Kenny household. Four others, the mother says, are at her aunt's About the aunt's address she is vague. “It’s in north Toronto.” Five more children, born to the Kennys, are dead. That brings the total to 14, of which Mrs. Kenny says 11 have been bon; since Oct. 31, 1926, the beginning of the Baby Derby. tt tt tt IF Mrs. Kenney’s claims can be substantiated she has a clear lead in the race—unless one of the other mothers produces twins, triplets or quadruplets within the next 12 months. Mrs. Kenny laughs a great deal as she talks. She shakes her dark hair back and her browm eyes twinkle “Sure, I have a good time,” she says. “Ever since I was 8 years old I work hard—in factories, doing housework, things like that —but I always have a good time.” Her own mother had 22 children. Mrs. Kenny thinks maybe she’ll have as many “It’s not the money I want,” she insists. “If the government should take all the money I’ll sleep just as well. It’s a good race, though, and I like a good race. If any one

is about an eighth of a mile long, and there must be at least 200 workmen standing along it, on either side, putting on things as the motors go past on an endless cogged rail. When the skeleton motor starts on the line, it is upside down. But at a certain point in the assembly process, it has to be turned

“npHAT constituted the background that caused me to change. "This bill that we have is nothing more nor less than the code with some teeth put into it for enforcement. If it can be given a fair trial it will go a long way | toward solving the problems of the | industry.” William D. Whitney, attorney for Mr. Carter, seized on one of Mr. Mahan's statements to make

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Pride glows on the face of Matthew Kenny as he surveys his wife and five of his brood of 11 and perhaps thinks of that 5500,000 prize in Toronto’s Baby Derby, in which the Kennys are prominent contenders.

can beat me, let them. I’ll be tickled to death if they can do it!” S B B Matthew kenny, 52, hasn’t much to say about all this. He used to work for a tire manufacturing company. Made good money, too, his wife says. From those days of affluence he still treasures a high hat. slightly battered, and a cane which he brings out on important occasions. For the last four years he hasn’t had any work. What will the Kennys do if they win the $500,000?

right side up. All these two men do is to turn the motor over. A small crane is suspended from a rail over their heads. On the bottom of the crane is a wide twoended hook. B fl B ONE man pulls the crane down. Both men put the hook over the motor, and fasten it. Then

a point for the record that the Supreme Court will study. ”What,” he asked, "are the teeth in this statute that were not in the code?” “I think,” replied the coal operator, “the tax provision is one of them.” The attorney contends that the tax in the coal law is not intended for the purpose of raising revenue, and therefore should be held unconstitutional.

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Matthews answers with a nod. “Ask the missus.” And Mir Kenny is ready with the answer. She wants, first of all, to pay back every one who has helped her. “French-Canadians never forget,” says Mrs. Kenny. “There’s a family who gave her a loaf of bread once when there wasn’t a morsel to eat in the house. They will get their bread back—and more. She wants to contribute, too, to the public funds from which the household has been supported. And help other poor people.

one man pulls a rope, and the motor is lifted up a couple of feet, and stopped. One man grabs the top of the motor, the other the bottom, they give it a little push to get it swinging, then they whirl it over and grab it as it reaches the vertical. Then the man pulls the rope again and the crane lets the motor back down, and they are through until the next motor comes along. But the next motor is always already there. They didn't appear to mind turning the motor over. But it would seem to me excusable if they would let one go on up the lint upside down, just for the devil of it. a a a THEY say this factory is the biggest building of kind in the world. It is a block wide and half a mile long, one story high and all under one roof. They work three eight-hour shifts a day. employ 11.000 people and turn out anew car every 20 seconds! I spent three hours going

'T'sHEN, with these debts taken care of, and her own family’s comfort assured, there’s a secret ambition Mrs. Kenny has nourished for years. Maybe, at last, it can be gratified. She wants to see Mary Pickford—not a motion picture, but the screen star in person. Mary Pickford’s birthplace stands in Toronto. Mrs. Kenny has seen it and thinks it would be wonderful to live in Mary Pickford’s old home. If the Kennys get the $500,000, maybe they’ll buy the house.

through the plant, walked my legs off and stared my eyes out, and didn’t see a tenth of what was going on. We started in at the railroad yards, where the bodies and frames and rough iron eastings come in from other plants. We followed each part on through until they drove the whole mass off the end of the line—a motor car. The most interesting thing to me was the evolution of the crankshaft. It comes from the foundry just a rough, ugly hunk of steel in the general outline of a crankshaft. It is then tooled through 400 separate processes of grinding, honing, weighing and inspecting, each by a different man and a different machir , until it is right to the thousandth of an inch. a a a A LL through the factory, one--1 rail tracks wind around overhead, and stuff is traveling on them constantly. You see endless strings of tires, hanging from hooks and moving slowly along. And strings of fenders, and of wheels, of headlights, of radiators, of brake drums, and so on. You can't see where they come from, or where they're going. Almost every line is a double line, one going in one direction, the other going back the other way right alongside of it. The funniest thing was the line of black steel frames. It seemed to be everywhere, winding all over the factory, and we never saw anybody take one off or pay any attention to them. We would come out of one section and go into another, and one of us would look up and say, "There go those damn frames again.” It got to be a joke. Most of the workmen were men, but there were hundreds of women too, in blue overalls, doing machine work. There was never a second to rest. The people hardly ever said anything to each other. There wasn't time. Once in a while somebody would get behind, and they would have to stop the line a few seconds. I kept looking at the people's faces, and they seemed pretty good faces to me, many of them obviously foreign. They didn't look bored. Most of them looked really interested in what they were doing. tt tt tt THE final assembly line is a fascinating thing. At the beginning, there is only the bare frame; no motor, no wheels, body or anything. Twenty minutes later, and about a quarter of a mile away, a man in a long white coat actully climbs in. steps on the starter, and drives the thing away under its own power, ready for sale. It is inconceivable to me that, with a thousand different things to be connected, the car would actually start the very first time you tried it. Seems you ought to have to tinker with it awhile, and coax it. But it always starts. In fact, one started by itself the other day, ran off the end of the line and into a couple of other cars, and finally wound up against a cement pillar.

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Entered ns Sernnd-Cl* s Matter at Pnotoffire. Indianapolis. Ind.

Fair Enough WEwiER BARCELONA, Nov. 15—Here are some intimate details of the bull fight, the national sport of Spain, which seem to have been in all the literature which your correspondent has read on the subject. For one thing, since the dictatorship of the late Gen. Primo Rivera the unfortunate horses which the picadors ride in the bull ring to draw the fury of the bulls have been equipped with protective corsets which are stoutly ribbed and padded somewhat like the old-fashioned, qunted American football pants. Senor Rivera was humane

only by accident in issuing this state decree. His intention was authentic only, for it struck him that a horse which has been ripped open by the horns of a bull staggering around the arena and sometimes escaping into the public streets of the neighborhood to drag itself to a lingering death was an unsightly spectacle. Such a policy seemed uncalled for, and there was some murmuring of popular resentment among the sport-loving Spaniards when they first saw the bony nags of

the picadors entering the ring in their armor. For to them for centuries past the dying struggles of a defenseless horse, mutilated and panic-stricken, had been one of the most charming sights of the contest. However, the will of the dictator prevailed and became the fixed custom in bull fighting, just as in the United States by the will of James A. Farley, Postmaster General, it became entirely legal for a fighter to strike his opponent low. contrary to very old tradition. The character of Mr. Farley is present at bull fights in the person of the president of the arena, who is exalted and venerated by bull fighters just as Mr. Farley was saluted and respected by prize fighters and their managers during his long reign as the czar of the roped arena. BBS A Little Commercial Tinge THE parade of bull fighters which is the preliminary preceding the match in the ring comes to a halt before the box in which the president sits in considerable state. Having been lavishly saluted, the president of the occasion is then addressed by the matador, who asks his formal permission to kill the bull which is waiting in the bull pen behind a locked door at the other end of the arena. It has never been recorded that the president refused this permission. If he did so the management would have to give the customers their money back and it will be readily understood that the bull fight promoters, like prize fight producers, have a hearty aversion to that. So the president invariably says yes, it will be quite all right with him to proceed with the torment of the bull. At this point the president takes a great windup and throws down the key to the bull pen. This key is now a mere symbol made of either some very light inoffensive metal or rubber, but in earlier days weighed something over a pound. Nowadays the key which is thrown down is not only harmless, bouncing lightly off the skulls of the sportsmen sitting down in front of the president's box, but does not even fit the bull pen, anyway. The keeper of the bull pen has his own key for that. BUB And Speaking of the Final Thrust FURTHER efTeminization of the sport of torturing and slaughtering the bull in public consists in the metal armor w’hich is worn by the cowboy who rides the horse which is equipped with the corset. The cowboy, or picador, presents one side of himself and his horse to the bull, and on that side up to his hip he wears a boot or trouser leg made of armor plate, which sounds, as Irvin Cobb once said of the name of Maj. Archibald Butt, like a cookstove falling downstairs when he is unhorsed and dragged over the wall of the arena by his valets to escape the rush of the game but exhausted and fast expiring bull. Your correspondent may have further confidences to lelate in regard to the sport of bull fighting, but for the present it will be only this: That the bull is not so much defeated in competition with his fair and sporting opponent as he is slowly mutilated, harried and tortured until he is too tired from his wounds, exertion and loss of blood to offer any more resistance than a final desperate charge to receive the welcome ihrust of the blade which puts him out of his misery. The Spanish people love the final thrust, but it is impossible that it :s any more pleasant, to them than to the stricken animal, winded, wounded and glad to die and be done with it.

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THE s.ory of a most imaginative egotist is told by Ernst Carl in "One Against England” <E. P. Dutton & Cos.). Carl, of German peasant stock, sowed his wild oats while a cadet in the German army, was eashierqfi and oddly enough thereby became eligible for training as a war spy. The book describes his experiences as a German spy in England. Carl insinuated his way into the industrial and social life of England, posing variously as a munitions worker and shell-shocked Belgian count. He tells with self-laudatory detail how he personally arranged the bombing of the English warship Hampshire, on w'hich Lord Kitchener was lost. Carl asserts with positive finality that this is the true story of Kitchener's mysterious death. M tt tt HE'describes as "a daring plot” his plan to destroy by explosives the entire British navy, and says naively, "with one blow, England's navy can be destroyed which means that England's backbone is broken. The fate which I had marked out for the British navy overwhelmed the German fleet. That is the only difference.” Tnis plan, according to the author, failed only because he was arrested and condemned to be executed at the Tower of London. Os course he was miraculously saved at the last moment. He neglects, however, to disclose the machinery of his salvation. Masquerading as a Belgian count, Carl married an English girl of good family. Two years later she discovered his identity. "Her affection for me overcame every other feeling,” says the modest author. Surely a book with a more authentic ring could be written about the activities of a German war spy. By Lola Horton.)

Literary Notes

Sally Harrison, who resigned her post as editor of Long <fc Smith last February, is establishing a literary agency with offices at 2 Horatio-st, New York. Editorial assistance as well as marketing of manuscripts is contemplated. She is American representative for John Middleton Murry. Prior to her connection with Long & Smith, Miss Harrison was literary editor of the Akron Beacon Journal. Bernard De Voto. whose best known book is “Mark Twain’s America,” has just been appointed editor of the Editor's Easy Chair, a department of Harper's Magazine which began in 1853, when tha magazine was only three years old. William Gropper, whose caricature of the Japanese emperor being awarded the Nobel peace prize practically caused an international incident last August, has done a sequel for this month’s Vanity Fair. The second “Not on Your Tintype” pictures such improbable situations as Samuel Umermyer attending the Berlin Olympics; Hamilton Fish, Matthew Woll and W. R. Hearst singing the Internationale: Jean Harlow getting an honorary degree from Bryn Mawr; Barbara Hutton succeeding Frances Perkins as Secretary of Labor and A1 Smith handing Franklin D. Roosevelt the next presidential nomination.

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