Indianapolis Times, Volume 48, Number 61, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 May 1936 — Page 13

MAY 21, 1936

MORE RELIGION IS URGED FOR MODERN HOME

Dr. Stanley Coulter Advises Revival of Prayers for Families. Tin* lack of reigious and friendly spirit is breaking down the modern home, Dr. Stanley Coulter, dean emeritus of Purdue University, told members of the Second Presbyterian Church Coulter Club at a dinner given in his honor in the church last night. ' We should revive the idea of conducting the home on a prayer basis as our fathers did.” Dr. Coulter told 150 parents and teachers of the church, “and rear our children in an atmosphere which impresses them that God is constantly with them. “Our nation was founded on profound faith in Almighty God," Dr. Coulter said, “unlike other nations which were founded on personal ambition and for personal aggrandizement. It is the duty of modern fathers and mothers to revive that basic principle which our Pilgrim Fathers gave us so many years ago.” Dr. Jean 8. Milner, pastor of the church, paid tribute to Dr. Coulter as a man who has led a successful life and as a leader of the church. New officers of the Coulter Club elected last night are Edwin G. Plum, president; Mrs. Vance Smith, vice president; Mrs. W. D. Little, secretary, and Dr. W. L. Wright, treasurer.

P. R. Mallorys Arc Staying at Eastern Hotel BY HELEN WORDEN NEW YORK, May 21.—Mr. and Mrs. Phillip R. Mallory of Indianapolis are staying at the Hotel Ambassador while here to enjoy some of the spring attractions in the metropolis. Guests at this popular Park-av hostelry find the Trianon room, which Ogden Mills’ stepdaughter, Mrs. .John Fell, opened for charity, a gay rendezvous for many of the social group, among them Princess Laura Rispigliosi, formerly Laura St alio of Cincinnati. With her sister Helen, the former Princess Murat, the two Ohio heiresses have been active in numerous charities, the most recent being La Marguerita Welfare, named in honor of the Q.ieen of Italy, as by marriage they became Italian subjects. Find Quiet in Village Mr. and Mrs. Howard Wheeler are enjoying the quiet and privacy of Armonk Village, N. Y„ where each is industriously completing literary work. Mrs. Wheeler is the former Mrs. Katherine Winders Stockton of Indianapolis. Mr. Wheeler formerly was managing editor of Harper’s Weekly and Everybody’s Magazine. . He also was general manager of the McClure Newspaper Syndicate and Conde Nast newspaper syndicates. As editor of the San Francisco Daily News he became widely known, later taking charge of the United Feature Syndicate. He is a member of Phi Gamma Delta fraternity, and member of the Players. The late George S. Winders of Indianapolis was the father of Mrs. Wheeler.

Bright Clothes for Child Seen Aid to Safety The country or small (own child may be safer from traffic dangers than the city child, but the accident record proves children, wherever they live, need the advantage of all protection experience has provided. The greatest safety measure is habitual watchfulness, according to Miss Janice Berlin, Marion County home demonstration agent. Probably the next is conspicuous clothing. she says. Protect the younger children.” the United .States Department of Agriculture recently advised mothers. by dressing them in bright-col-ored outer garments so they can be seen readily from a distance. A colored coat is far better than drab brown, dark blup, forest green, dull maroon or gray colors, which blend with the roadside so that late in the day -he small wearer is almost unnoticed. Children like gav colors. Toddlers choose them by preference. Those a little older are governed to some extert by what others wear, so it may be necessary for mothers to get together and create a vogue for strong colors. WOMEN PLEDGED TO BUTLER GROUP Butler University women pledged to the Woman's Athletic Association are taking part in the athletic department’s activities. Those selected for membership in the organization include Misses Marcella McDermit, Helen Barton, Betty Mae Smith. Ann Stork, Marjorie Boyle, Betty Lee Soehner. Alice McManun, Mary Jane Laatz, Charlotte Gillie. Mary Ann Butz. Marjorie Dalman. Carol Langfitt. Elizabeth Myers. Harriet Lindley, Chloris Bell. Maryann McElhany. Prances Luichinger, Charlotte Young and Harriet Randall. Misses Juanita Bechtold. Mildred Hume. Julianna Mennel, Betty Scantland. Martha Van Talge. Janet Ernst, Thelma Martin, Ruth Hitzelberger. Betty Wangelin. Betty Schissel, Ann Burger, Carolyn Varin, Margaret Amos, Mary Louise Guthier, Joanne Jose. Genevieve Campbell, Barbara French. Betty Ann Schroder, Dorothy Schilling and Juliana Mclntosh.

CHAPTER TWO A LOOK of surprise widened Gail's amber eyes as she turned to the young man. “Why, yes," she said, “I was in Mr. Lame’s office.” His bue eyes were twinkling. “You got the dope all right that time, though these lovely ladies make grand watchdogs for the guys higher up. Larne is out of town.” Gail smiled. “You know Mr. Lame?” she questioned. “Oh, yes, he's a grand chap, but his partner—well, you’d think Held’s purpose In life was to nip genius in the bud. He hates Larne's generosity and his interest in artists. Thinks encouraging fellows like me -and maybe you—” (he glanced toward the big brown envelope Gail was carrying) “is a waste of money. Held will never help you, but, if you don’t think I’m butting in. maybe I can do something. I guess if you wanted to see John S. Larne it was about some art work. I’m Derek Hargreaves. I’m painting some portraits for him." . nun | SKAT’S ever so kind of you to offer, but I don't believe theres anything you can do,” Gail answered. After all, this man was a stranger, and Miss Cranston had advised her to beware of strangers, especially in a city like New York. “Well, if that's how you feel, all right.” Derek pulled his hat on at its accustomed rakish angle. His eyes twinkled. “I thought perhaps you were a stranger and a word from someone who knows the ropes might save you t/me and tears!” For a moment Gail raised her eyes to Derek’s. He was so tall. Six feet two in his sox, he would have told you! “Well, if you’re sure it won’t be too much bother. I guess you can help me.” “That’s the girl! I know a little place just around the corner. Let’s go there and talk things over. It won’t be busy yet. We’re early. Later you almost have to fight for a table!” a u u WALKING along the short block, Gail told her companion about the prize she had won and her hopes to become a designer. “Congratulations!” he cried. “Larne’s a mighty good judge. Even though he generally has a jury of three of four fashion authorities—editors of swanky magazines—he always has the final say-so, and he's never picked a failure yet. So there, I guess I'm talking to a famous designer! Well, here we are.” Walking down two steps they entered the basement of a brownstone house. With a gay nod to the waitress, who was dressed as a shepherdess, Derek led the way to a corner table. “Now,” he said, handing Gail the menu, “what do you want?” “Oh, I'm really not hungry,” she answered. “Why, it's only a couple of hours since I had breakfast.” a tt tt I HAVEN’T eaten yet, so you might as well have something and keep me company. Besides, I think you’re going to have a busy afternoon. They have delicious Cornish pasties here. Let me order one for you.” “All right then,” Gail answered. She did not wish to argue. Besides, while she liked the clean-cut look of the young man across the table from her and the way his dark rebellious hair dipped over his forehead, she realized from the determined line of his chin that doubtless he would have his own way. “Now, while she’s getting our order,” said Derek, as the waitress headed toward the kitchen, “let’s talk things over. I suppose the first thing you want is a job. Unless you're pretty well fixed, have some hacking or lots of pull, it’s a heartbreaking game to start in designing, especially when you have no practical experience—or almost none,” he corrected himself as he saw the protest in Gail's eyes. “Yes, I guess a job's what I want.

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Os course later I'll have my own place—” Gail stopped. “Here I am. starting to tell you all my 'dreams when I hardly know you!” u u n THAT'S O. K. We're both interested in the same things. While I'm doing portraits now, I'll tell you a secret of my deep, dark past. I earned enough to study with Loeffier by doing fashion drawings! Lord, how I hate them!” Gail smiled. “I’m not so keen either on regular fashion sketches—those black and whites for newspapers! It's designing gorgeous clothes for young girls that I love.” “Say, that’s good, for youth’s ruling the world these days. There’s lots of competition, though. I knowtwo or three youngsters who are making names for themselves, but ’there's always room at the top,’ and I guess that s where you’re going.” And so they talked. When the waitress brought the check Gail opened her handbag. “Now, nothing like that,” protested Derek. ‘‘Oh, but I can’t have a stranger paving for my first lunch in New York.” a u h “QURELY you don't consider me a. stranger now’?” Derek looked steadfastly across at the girl. Again the color rose in Gail’s cheeks. “Yes, but a very nice one. Maybe he'll be a friend some day.” “That’s better. Now, a toast to our friendship.” Gail raised her glass, and as her gaze met Derek’s above the rim of the glass she felt strangely thrilled. Something told her New York would never be a lonely place for her again. As they reached the door, Derek said, “I think you'll stand a chance with Mme. Lizette. She’s always making changes, but remember, while she’s got a wonderful reputation among her customers, I’ve no idea what she’s like to w’ork for. “Still, even if she .is a temperamental old piece you’ll get experience. It would be better than a wholesale house!” “Well, thanks for all your advice. You’ve been wonderful, and I’ll surely let you know how I make out.” “Fine, and here's luck to you,” called Derek, helping Gail on 'to a Fifth-av bus. n n u ‘"ITT'HAT next. Mees Carolie!” * * Madame Lizette wrung her plump white hands. The tall, slight woman who attended to ihe business details of Madame Lizette's gow’n shop in the upper fifties, sw’ung round on her swivel chair in the tiny, rather poorly lighted room that madame designated as her office. “What am I to do, Mees Carolie? My wonderful designer leaves me flat! Flies to California this morning because a movie magnate wants him to create some clothes for anew picture. And not a thank you, Mees Carolie, to me, for all I have done for him. . . . l-an’t you zay zomething?’’ shrilled madame, as tears ranged themselves on her painted eyelashes. “We can advertise. There are always designers looking for work.” “Yes, yes—always plenty of designers, but not for Madame Lizette. Will you never learn? We must have zomething—what you call it?—deestinctive?” She paced the floor like a caged hyena. u u u THERE was a knock at the door. “Who”s there?” cried madame, her beady, brown eyes eager. “Mrs. Travers wants to see you about her cloth of gold evening gown,” announced a very tall young saleswoman. “Mrs. Tavers!” Instantly madame was all smiles. “Yes, yes! I will be there at once.” Snatching a compact from her desk, she quickly rouged her cheeks, accentuating the high bones that told of her Slavic ancestry. “Do you want me to get in touch

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with some of those- people?” Miss Caroline indicated the file before her. “Prepare an ad. Maybe we find someone that way.” “I’ll have to send it right away if you want it in tomorrow’s paper.” “Tch! I want it in the trade paper. That is where you find people like I want. Get it ready. I will look at it later.” All smiles, madame went to the salon. Mrs. Travers was worth a fortune to her. Besides . . . an a MISS CAROLIE turned to the typewriter, a look of resignation in her pale blue eyes. Madame was impossible, and yet she had spent 10 years with her—bullying her, kowtowing to her, and incidentally handling her affairs in a way that brought Madame Lizette a generous income and a growing reputation for being a very clever designer. She slipped a sheet of paper into the machine. After all. it would be up to her to decide what to do. It was always like that. She wondered sometimes why she ever consulted madame. for in the end she settled everything, the eccentric Slav Insisting that Miss Caroiie’s calm, capable judgment was far better than her own. The door of the office opened, and Clytie, one of the mannequins, announced. “Someone to see you, Miss Carolie ” “Who is it? You know I never see buyers in the afternoon,” she answered sharply, without turning her head. “Don’t you see I’m busy?” “She Isn’t a buyer,” declared Clytie. gliding away as Gail Everett stepped into the room. (To Be Continued) ST. LOUIS SCHOOL MASTER TO SPEAK Park School pupils’ parents and their guests are to hear Robert H. Thompson, St. Louis Country Day School headmaster, talk at the gymnasium at 6:30 tomorrow night. Clifton Page, Park headmaster, Is to introduce the speaker after the buffet supper.

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