Indianapolis Times, Volume 48, Number 16, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 March 1936 — Page 7

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BEGIN HE<IE TODAT TOBY R VAN", I*. work* behind th Jewelrr counter *f x lore# Manhattan ietirlmml (tore. She *oei far > phoUirnh te he Died In i itere idvertliemenl end MARTY HIATT, the phoUenpher, telle her the hee "(■' sere.” Dleeheried frem the atore dne te tUo eebeminc es JeleD MAL’RINE BALL. Tnhr hee dlfTlenltr flndlne another Jnb. Then she meete Mertr Hlett end he ' eendi her U BEN BLAKE, meneeer • e model aieney. Toby rerletere at tho earney. eeurr work a a model. On e bos one afternoon rh* meete wealthy TIMOTHY JAMIESON. who trlee to make a date with her. Toby retain. Toby and her Iriend. HARRIET HOLM, take part In a benefit etele •how. CAROL MARSH, wealthy and ■nebblih, alae model* In the *hew. Toby, parading a* a model, aees Jamlfcion • gain. He a*k her to hajo dinner with •him and tmpetoou.ily *he agree*. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIXTEEN r-pHEY sat on a bench against the side of the room. Almost all the tables were filled now, except that here and there couples had left their places to dance In the square space reserved for that purpose. The floor show had ended a few minutes before. Now the dance band was playing a gay and rhythmic tune, the hit number of anew musical show. Tim Jamieson touched Toby’s arm. 'Bored?” he asked. “Oh—no!” “I thought you must be; you’ve been quiet for so long.” “Have I?” Toby smiled. “I’d forgotten. I think I’d forgotten everything—this room and the people—” “And did you forget me, too?” “Well—in a way. I was thinking how happy I am. Wishing everything could go on and on, just as it is now—the music and soft lights and everybody having a grand time. Oh, I have had a grand time tonight, a wonderful time! I don’t know when—” “Well, that’s better!” Tim paused, eying her. Then he smiled. “You’re a funny little thing, Toby Ryan. Did you know that?” “Why?" She had never looked lovelier. Her eyes, brightly questioning, seemed enormous. Her head was lifted, bringing into outline the adorable line of her throat. She put one hand to her cheek, tucking a stray curl into place and he noticed how graceful the movement was. n * "\JEVER mind,” Tim said. “You’re exactly the way I like you. And I’ll tell you something else. I saw you this afternoon—no, I don’t mean those few moments when we talked together. It was after I came away and went back. I was early; you see, I didn’t wan , to take a chance of missing you. The fashion shew was still going on and I stood at the door a moment. I saw you come in in a dress that was sort of rose colored—like pink sea foam. It was an evening drses.” Toby nodded. “It was lovely, wasn’t it?” “Lovely? It was gorgeous—or rather, you were gorgeous, wearing it. That’s what you are and that’s what I’m going to call you. Gorgeous. It’s exactly the right name for you. Do you mind?” She laughed. “I don’t see why I should.” “Neither do I, Gorgeous.” They both laughed then, for no reason at all. Toby said, “I like your name—Tim. It seems to suit you. It sounds care-free and goodnatured and—” “Lazy?” “Well, I wouldn’t say that. At least, I wasn’t going to. Is it true?” “Some people think so.” He frowned. “But why should I pretend to like sitting around in an office when I don’t? I’ve tried and I hate it. Looking at charts and tables and pretending to know what they mean. Going to conferences and hearing some old duffer spout off a lot of facts and figures that nobody gives a darn about or even listens to. It’s tripe, that’s what it is. Besides, if I did have a job, it would only mean taking it away from some poor devil who needs it. Why should I do that?” n * n rpPBY thought of Carol Marsh j- and nodded. “I see what you mean,” she said, “and I think I agree with you.” “The way things are,” Tim went on, "the business is a lot better off than if I were trying to put my oar in. Sometime, of course, maybe I’ll feel differently about it. Meanwhile, I’ve got other things to do—” “What, for instance?” “Oh, lots of things. Fooling around with boats in the summer. Playing golf and a little polo—l’m terrible at it, but still I like to keep at it. Staying in town in the •winter, getting around and seeing people and keeping track of what’s going on—” “It sounds like a pleasant life,” Toby told him. “It’s all right. Tell me, Gorgeous, do you like being a model?” “I like it a lot better than working at Bergman's.” He considered this. “Yes, I guess you would. But how about going around to studios and style shows and the places you do. Don't you meet a lot of fresh guys?” The dimple showed in her cheek. “Only one, so far. There's a Mr. Timothy Jamieson, who’s been something of a nuisance.” He grinned. “And what are you going to do about it?” “I haven’t quite decided yet.” “Well,” he said, “if I can be of assistance in any way—” “Thank you. I’ll remember that.” THE music that had ended a short time before was beginning again. This time the band played a number with a slower temp'i. Toby had heard the words, sung by a radio favorite. They were rather sentimegtal and it was a dreamy, sentimental tune. She said suddenly, “Let’s dance." He had asked her earlier and she had refused, afraid to reveal that she was not a practiced dancer. But her caution proved unnecessary. In Tim’s arms she moved lightly, smoothly. The dancing space was small and crowded. Another couple, rather awkward, swung toward them and he held her closer. Toby felt his cheek against her hair. It was only for an instant; the awkward couple moved on and Tim released her. He said, “Why didn't you tell me you can dance like this?” She laughed, not bothering to

reply. She had never known that dancing could be sbeh sheer delight, but then, she had never had such a partner. She was sorry, when, at last, the music ended and they went back to their table. Several newcomers were entering, the women in evening wraps and the men in tail coats. Toby saw that nearby tables had been deserted. Suddenly she realized it must be growing late, “What time is it?" she asked. Tim consulted his wrist watch. "Not late yet. A little after I.” “Oh, but that is late! Remember, I have to work tomorrow.” “One more dance,” he bargained: "Then we'll go.” nun r TX)BY wanted that dance, too. She said, “Well, just one more—” The one dance stretched into several. It was nearly an hour later when Tim helped her into a cab and dropped into the seat beside her. He was still protesting, “But it’s not really late yet! Look—lots of people are just coming—” “It’s too late for me,” Toby told him. “I've got a 9 o’clock appointment in the morning.” He was interesting. “What are you going to do at 9 o’clock?” “Stand before a camera,” she told him, “with my best smile and show how easy it is to do the family washing since my husband bought me a Whatsis washing machine.” “Is that supposed to be work?” “If you'd try it once, you’d think so. They’ll probably want to shoot

Olive Oil Is Aid to Feet BY ALICIA HART Once you learn to buy shoes ; which flt perfectly, half of your foot troubles are over. The next step in achieving lovely feet is to begin a regular schedule oi grooming treatments and special exercises. To have skin on your feet as smooth and soft as that on your hands and face, turn to your old reliable beauty aid, olive oil. Once a week, massage warm olive oil into the skin from toes to ankles. If possible, do this massage at night and allow the oil to stay on until lime for the morning shower. Once every two weeks, especially j*if you stand up most of the day and, | as a result, often hr“e a burning sensation about toes and arches, soak your feet in salt and water,, cover them with plain white vaseline or olive oil, put on old, but clean, stockings and wear them while you sleep., In addition, do daily foot exercises. Holding your legs straight, point your toe:, downward toward the floor, making ankle muscles stretch and pull. Then point thenj upward ‘oward your face. Repeat 20 times each. Bend ankles backward rapidly until your feet feel relaxed instead of tense. If you have callouses, rub them gently with a piece of pumice after you have bathed. Massage the hard spots with a good foot cream twice a day. Use cuticle remover on them whenever you give yourself a pedicure. Speaking of pedicures, remember that in these days of toeless sandals and the vogue for beach bathing, beautifully groomed toes are as important as well kept fiinger nails. Even though polish stays on the toenails for a month, sometimes longer, don't forget to use emery board, oil and cuticle remover once a week. Comfortable feet are those which get. adequate attention. STORY-A-MONTH CLUB TO MEET A second meeting of the Story-a-Month Club is to be held Friday at Maude Courtney Waddell’s home. The club was organized under the adult education division ’of the emergency education program; 15 members submit manuscripts anonymously. The best is selected by popular vote and is sent to a critic and agent at expense of the club. The winning manuscript at the first meeting was a short story by Marguerite Hummert, vice president. Malcolm Snoddy is president; Miss Polly Lois Norton, secretary, and Mrs. Edith H. Allen, treasurer. P. E. 0. COUNCIL PLANS ELECTION Election of officers was scheduled as a part of the Indianapolis Council, P. E. O. Sisterhood’s program today at Ayr*s' tearoom. New representatives in the council are Mrs. Gibson Adams and Mrs. Paul Kilby, Chapter F; Mrs. Ralph L. McKay and Mrs. I. H. Staley, Chapter G ; Mrs. E. C. Michaels and Mrs. Harry S. Rogers, Chapter P; Mrs. William F. Chafee and Mrs. J. R. Kueblei , Chapter Q; Mrs. C. W. Haladay and Mrs. Herbert H. Young, Chapter S. and Mrs. B. H. Lvbrook and Mrs. Estel Daugherty, Chapter U.

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the picture a dozen different ways. They always do.” “How long will it take?” “All morning, I hope. We’re paid by the hour, you know.” “Will you have lunch with me?” Toby hesitated. She wanted to say that she would, but caution iiiised a warning voice. “I'm sorry,” she said, “I’m afraid I can’t. You see, I don’t know how long 111 be working or whethd the office will have something else for me in the afternoon.” • “Then how about dinner?” Once more the cautioning voice rose, but this time Toby ignored it. “I don’t know,” she said. “But you can call me.” u n a THE entrance to Mrs. Moeller’s rooming house looked dingier and shabbier than it had ever looked as Toby and Tim Jamieson stepped out of the cab. He followed her up the half dozen steps, took both her hands in his. “I'll call you tomorrow, Gorgeous,” he promised. “And I’ll be thinking about you—” She thrilled to the words. She said—her own voice not as steady as she wished it had been—“l’ll be thinking about you, too.” For a minute she thought he was going to kiss her. She was glad when, instead, he stepped back. Still holding her hands, he said, “Good night, Gorgeous.” Toby went inside then. The night lamp was burning, casting a dim, ’aintly yellow glow over the hall. There was not a sound to be heard in the whole house. Very quietly Toby went up the two flights of stairs, swik ed on the light in her own room and closed the door. Then, for a few moments she stood there, leaning against the door, holding both hands to her cheeks. Tim had held her hands. It was as though she could still feel his touch on them; as though she was transferring that touch to her cheeks. Oh. she was glad he hadn’t tried to kiss her or take her in his arms. She didn’t want cheap caresses. She wanted every memory of the time they spent together to be fine and beautiful. She wanted to think of Tim always as he had been tonight. Handsome and tender and devoted— She could still see him, looking down at her as he had during that last dance. Only a brief moment. Living that moment again, Toby’s heart raced. (To Be Continued)

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School 1. 2:30 Wednesday. Mrs. Arthur R. Robinson, “China.” Program, intermediate chorus. School 8. 3:15 Wednesday. Election. Program by pupils. School 12. 3:15 Wednesdsy. Dr. J. E. Potzger, “What Is Science?” Piano selections. League of Women Voters speaker, “The Merit System in Government.” School 14. 7 Wednesday. Miss Emilie McAdams. Music, Troutman’s orchestra. • - School 20. 3:15 Wednesday. Alan W. Boyd, Indianapolis School Board member. Unison speaking, primary choir, first grade pupils. Jean Habig, accordion solos. School 21. 2:30 Wednesday. Mrs. E. J. Thompson, Indianapolis Council of Parents and Teachers president. Election. School 30. 2:45 Wednesday. League of Women Voters speaker, “Better Government Personnel.” School 33. 1:30 Wednesday. Miss Carrie E. Scott, public library children’s department, “Children’s Books and Readings.” Motion pictures of first and second grade pupils, directed by Miss Mae Hurt. School 51. 7:30 Wednesday. Association members, play, "The Last Daze of School.” Sc 00l 53. 3 Wednesday. Mrs. Grai i Golden, Children's Museum. Miss Naomi Power, Hawaiian guitar selections. Frederick Faulkner, readings. School 68. 3:15 Wednesday. Mrs. E. W. Bilyan, flag program. Presentation of flags. School 76. 2:30 Wednesday. E. G. Fine, “Rambles Through the Rockies.” Richard Clay, piano selections. School 77. 3 Wednesday, Talking pictures. Traveler Finds Russian Styles Are Secondary By United Press PARIS. March 30.—Soviet-Russians like Americans of a century ago, have been too busy building up their country to think of furthering feminine fashions, according to Elsa Schiaparelli, noted Paris couturiere, who has returned from a trip to Moscow and Leningrad. “Russian women now are interested in clothes,” declared Schiaparelli, “but they will never attach supreme importance to fashions as do European and American women, because they are too vitally interested in all the various projects going on in their country.” Schiaparelli found that Russian women are most interested in the manufacture of clothes. They would like to learn how to turn out smart clothes in large quantities at a reasonable price. They asked the Paris dressmaker many questions about her methods of preparing for a large collection, the procuring of materials, selection of designs and color combinations. They make all their own materials and fashion clothes from magazine pictures. According to Schiaparelli. Russians do a creditable job, considering scarcity of material and lack of accessories. “There are two classes of women in Soviet Russia,” said Schiaparelli. “There is the professional class, which has taken the place of the nobility and includes government officials, artists, doctors, composers and writers, as well as former members of the old nobility whose sympathies are with the Soviets, and there is the peasant class.”

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Focal Girls Get Awards Camp Fire Girls today displayed with pride awards given at the recent Birthday council fire held in Tomlinson Hall. Honors were given all Indianapolis girls who passed requirements of woodgacherer, firemaker, and torchbearer. National honors also were awarded. Highest rank went to Betty Baker, Jane Wilcox and Irma Biedenmeister, all of Indianapolis, and Esther Potts, Brazil. Woodgatherer rank was given to Imogene McKenzie, Louise Works, Mary Brant, Wilma Barnhart, Charlotte Meyer, Marcia Harrison, Mary Harrington, Alice Scott, Eva Edwards, Betty Jane McDowell, Marjorie Shinkle, Bella Margaret Riggan, Joella Yaken and Barbara Heaps. Others to receive this rank included Phyllis King, Joan Specker, Mary Jane Heyman, Leita Mae Harlamert, Joan Cross, Marceil Reece, Norma Adams, Ruth Clore, Carol Bowers, Mary Ellen Moore, Priscilla Mae Schofield, Idamae Abraham, Billie Tucker, Annalou Klutey, Evelyn McConnel, Ramona Cowger, Virginia Irwin, Patricia Anne Deßolt, Geneva Muensch, Betty Lou Weber and Mary Jennings. Other Woodgatherers Others given the woodgatherer rank were Alice BloemhofT, Mabel Risdon, Phyllis Fitzpatrick, Margaiet Liehr, Patricia Parcels, Frances Weber. Mary Jane Shepherd, Betty Jo Fark, Ame Hayes, Wilma Musgrsve, Hylda Yound, Charlotte Nobie, Jerry Oakes, Alberta Nevall, Mrs. Harriette Cain, Violet Turner, Mildred Curry, Henrietta Dransfield, Rosamond Herriot, Anne Asperger, Marjorie Cockriel, Mary Jane Bowne, Dorothy Anne Billeter, Phyllis Ehrhardt, Betty Brothers, Mrs. Teddy Bowne, Marian Jackson and Thelma Bowne. Those receiving firemaker awards were Nora Louise Bauer, Jane Chaney, Esther Muegge. Gladys Bevis, Patsy Liehr, Betty Ruth Longshore. Phyllis Prentice, Joanne Zickendrath, Rosa Mary Bauer, Mary Emma Fleenor and Peggy Selmer. National honors were given to Mamie Larsh, and Betty Ann Jackson received a dolphin award, the highest swimming honor. Health honors were given Virginia Esten and Eleanor Clem. Study Group Meets International Relations Study Group, American Association of University Women, met today at Mrs. A. Dale Beeler’s home to hear discussion of “Japan in the Far East.” Mrs. Paul Fifer is chairman.

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BY MARJORIE BINFORD WOODS Fashion Editor LET’S give Eleanor Mingle and Kathleen Rigsbee, these gay Butler co-eds, a grade of A plus on their knowledge of selecting such correct college clothes from an Indianapolis shop for their mad dashes across a sunshiny campus! Miss Mingle (left) in a three-piece swagger suit is ready to meet March winds and best beaus with a come-what-may, for she tops her jacket suit of nubby brown wool with a must|rd-tone coat. The emerald-green, long-sleeved 1

sweater gives, the ensemble that “come-on” touch so important in color contrasts this giddy season. The saucy hat which she clutches in the March winds is of matching brown felt and her spectator sports shoes, so squarely cut, are fashioned of brown lizard. A brown calfskin envelope bag, just the right size to tuck comfortably under arm, along with the calculus books, is indispensable to the outfit. The suede gauntlet gloves match the hat to a T. nun MISS RIGSBEE (right) swings along with freedom, now that the day's classes are over! Her twopiece sports suit (also from an Indianapolis shop) of blazing blue shows a kick pleated wool skirt worn with a delectable shade of apricot swagger coat, trimmed with rows and rows of self stitching. Os course, the turtle-necked sweather is canary yellow, just the right accent for shades of blue. Navy blue patent leather low

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WHO ever heard of an Asiatic supper plate? Perhaps you know it by another name—whatever you call it. it's the perfect thing to serve for a Sunday night (or any other night) supper. ASIATIC SUPPER PLATE FOR 6 4 cups fluffy boiled rice cup coconut chopped V 2 cup almonds blanched and chopped sliced chicken (roast or canned) parsley, olives, paprika Mousseline chutney sauce Combine the hot fluffy rice with the coconut and almonds and mix lightly with a fork. Place a serving of rice in the center of a hot supper plate and flank with slices of chicken. Sprinkle the rice with paprika. Garnish with parsley and olives and serve with the following sauce. MOUSSELINE CHUTNEY SAUCE Vi cup butter 2 egg yolks well beaten 1 tablespoon lemon juice M teaspoon salt Vi cup whipping cream 1 tablespoon chutney chopped fine First of all, what makes this dish authentic is the chutney. You can buy it at any fancy grocers, all prepared, in bottles. Divide butter in three part. Put one piece in a saucepan with egg yolks and lemon juice. Place over hot water and stir con-

heeled sandals appropriately take her anywhere she wishes to go in this suit. . It's at home on city streets, country fields or grassy campus any nippy day of the year. The navy blue felt hat is rightly worn at that rakish, back-of-the-head angle ... so gay and young. Her 9x12 bag is a trick affair of navy patent, polka dotted with white, and spacious enough to carry all the gew-gaws so necessary to the well turned out co-ed. n tt SWAGGER togs like these are the very spice of spring and may be found in a maze of contrasting colors. For riding, for walking, for business, for school, for sports . . . you’ll find that swagger suits are not just a flash in the pan, but so wearable and practical that women with chic will demand them to stay put in fashion headlines. If you’re a bit envious of these jaunty costumes, ycu’ll find them right here in your local shops on your next trek downtown.

stantly until butter is melted, then add the second piece of butter and as the sauce thickens, the third piece. Remove from heat and add salt. Fold in the cream which has been whipped until it holds its shape and the chutney. Serve in a bowl, passed to each guest, with the Asiatic supper plate.

The Pennsylvania Railroad announces to all its patrons that it is operating Normal Service over all its routes, in both passenger and freight service.

Book Talks to Be Given Book reviews are to be given at the meeting of the Marion County Medical Society Woman’s Auxiliary Friday afternoon at Ball Nurses’ home. Mrs. John C. Mellett is to review “The Thinking Reed,” by Rebecca West and “Mary of Scotland,” by Stefen Zweig. Hostesses are to be Mesdames Ralph L. Lochry, Bernard G. Larkin, Vincent A. Lapenta, J. Kent Leasure, H. S. Leonard. William Link, J. Jerome Littell, George E. Lowe, William A. Mcßride, R. O. Me Alexander, P. E. McCown, A. L. Marshall, H. O. Mertz, William F. Molt and Robert M. Moore. Mrs. D. O. Kearby is president. SORORITY HOLDS INITIATION RITES Delta Delta Delta Sorority initiates at Butler University appeared on the campus today wearing their new pins. Initiation v/as held yesterday at the chapter house. Miss Mary A. Butz received an award for participation in school activities and Miss Chloris Bell was given a necklace for high scholastic record. Initiates with Miss Butz and Miss Bell are Misses Catherine Bingham, Marjorie Dalman. Ruth Duckwall, Georgia Foster, Jean Ladd, Gene Lowther, Marthana McWhir, Betty O'Connell, Mary Shimer, Roberta Conreaux, Maryana McElhaney, Mary Gatten and Harriett Lindley. Spring Party Arranged The annual spring guest party of the Maennerchor Ladies Society is to be held April 28.

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Plan Home With Eye to Future Today’s “Cosy” House May Be Too Small for Family. BY OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON So Mary and John were married and Daddy had built them the cutest little house imaginable. It had even a spare room, to be called, of course, the guest room. Aud beside their own bedroom there was a small adjoining cubicle that would some day be .‘he baby’s. Downstairs there was a parlor, dining room and kitchen, also a small side sun-porch that could be opened up on hot evenings. No one had a porch any more. Just a canopy and a few brick steps in front, and in back a platform for the garbage can that could be hedged in by shrubbery and keep people from suspecting that any such plebian belonging was there. And with all the wedding presents displayed so costly inside, in just the right places, including 10 lamps and about 20 vases, both Mary and John felt that everything was set for years to come. John was to succeed to his father’s business, and they would continue to live under the lilac and the weeping willow for all time to come. Baby Arrives Came the baby next year. And everything was so sweet and cozy that all Mary’s friends thought lifa was simply too unfair in heaping all its blessings on one girl. The alcove done in pink was too heavenly. And the shut-in porch was the very ticket for little Jackie to get his airing. And little Jackie grew and he grew and he grew. And finally he had to have a bigger bed and that meant the guest room. No longer could Mary have company overnight. The next thing was a play pen and then came the stroller. Now the sunroom had to make way for storage. But the worst was yet to come. Jackie learned to walk. And he learned to pull off covers that drew with them some of the wedding presents. Nice days came, too, and he needed some place where he could play and get air. His mother could not be forever taking him on rides. But the ground was too damp to risk the lawn, and where were the porches? Nobody had thought ahead that far. Mary Loses Temper Mary lost her even temper. Jackie often got smacked for touching untouchables. The house was hopeless because toys littered the floor. When Jackie was 2Vi, Molly was born. Molly fitted right well into the cubicle, but Mary wondered where she would put her after awhile. She could go into the room with Jackie a while, but not always. Os course, it wasn’t any worse than other homes where there are little families, and in many ways a lot better. But what made Mary mad was the fact that everybody had been so blind when the house was built. Why couldn’t her parents have seen beyond the ends of their noses? Why hadn’t they said: “You will need an honest-to-goodness porch, and a playroom.” So now Mary has decided to rent the sweet little house and look for one to rent herself. One that folks call oldfashioned, and in which every one can enjoy life. And where the children won’t be nagged so much. (Copyright, 1936. by NEA Service. Inc.) REBECCA LODGE WILL CELEBRATE Progress Rebecca Lodge 395 is to celebrate its forty-fourth anniversary at a family party tomorrow night at the lodge hall, 2308 u W. Michigan-st. The committee in charge includes Mrs. Roscoe Conkle, chairman; Mesdames Eleanor Whitlock, Mabel Schenk, Minnie Bland and Lillie Miliner. Entertainment is to include an amateur program provided by Miss Ina Hauser’s pupils, assisted by Dale Long; readings by Betty Jane Schenk and Rebecca Hammond and a ceremony in honor of the anniversary and the past noble grands.

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