Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 July 1937 — Page 10
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From Indiana—Ernie Pyle
Giant Alaskan Mine Inspected by Reporter After 'Air Line' Climb Up World's Richest Mountain.
JUNEAU, Alaska, July 3.—The biggest |
gold mine on the North American continent is the Homestake, at Lead, S. D. The second biggest is the Alaska-Juneau, right here in town.
This isn’t the Klondike yet—not by some
600 miles. In fact, there isn’t much gold mining around here except for this one mine. The Alaska-Juneau is like a factory. Its machinery costs millions, and its whole theory of operation is one of colossal mass production. In Colorado they can’t afford to work ore that runs less than $5 gold content to a ton. The ore in Alaska-Juneau runs only $1.25 a ton. But such a vast bulk of ore is available inside this one mountain that they can afford to set up machinery to work it on a mass-production scale. They blast and dig four million tons of solid rock a year out of the interior of the mountain. crush it and roll it and sift it through acres of heavy, complicated machinery. At the end of the year they have produced five million dollars worth of gold. The superintendent showed me through the crushing mill. They won't let you in the mine itself. Outsiders have been in, but you have to be a big shot to arrange it.
Mr. Pyle
Birdseye View of City
We climbed onto a little flatcar at the foot of the mountain, pressed a button on the wall of the shed, and started up, pulled by a cable over an inclined railway. It was like going up in an airplane. The city fell away below us. We rose on a grade of 37 degrees. In a few seconds we were high above the city, up the mountainside. We stopped at the mine entrance level. We walked along tracks, under a shed, where they bring the ore out from inside the mountain. We saw a huge cylindrical framework of steel into which they run four ore cars at a time and lock them. Then the whole cylinder revolves, turning the cars upside down and dumping them. The ore falls into a pit, and from there on it goes by gravity down through a network of machinery until it comes out in the last building as gold concentrate, ready for shipping. First, we saw ore being carried along an endless belt. Men stood on each side and selected rocks, pulling them off the belt and dropping them into pits. All the ror <s they picked had white streaks in them. That ras quartz, and only quartz carries the gold. All the rest of the ore on the belt went right on out to the scrap pile. Now this quartz ore goes into big crushing machines. It goes from one to another, like an auto frame on the assembly line, All the time it gets finer and finer; and all the time plain rock is being sorted out and discarded. This crushing is simply to break the geld particles loose from the rock.
How They Get ‘Concentrate’
Finally the rock is down to the texture of very fine gravel. Now it is mixed with water and piped onto slanting, jigeling tables. This process is nothing more or less than an enlargement of the old prospector’s way of doing it with a washpan. Gold is heavier than rock. Gold particles settle. Most of the other matter is washed away. Then the ore is mixed with chemicals, and stirred with automatic paddles, and comes out about the color and consistency of axle grease. This is “concentrate,” and this is as far as they go with it here. The concentrate is dried, loaded into double sacks, and shipped away to San Francisco to be refined into pure gold. This concentrate will run about $300 in goid to the ton. , Gold was discovered here in 1880 by Dick Harris and Joe Juneau. Since that time more than 50 million dollars has been taken out of this one mountain. They have blasted out 60 million tons of ore since 1913.
Mrs.Roosevelt's Day
By Eleanor Roosevelt
Presidential Larder Stocked With
Dutch Herring by Visiting Van Loons. EW YORK, Friday—The President does enjoy Hyde Park! Anyone seeing him start off yesterday afternoon with six people packed in his very small car, much after the manner of sardines, would hardly believe that he had a care in the world! France, England, Spain, Japan, Germany and Italy, and all the other nations have a little niche somewhere in his mind in case some question arises involving the interests of the United States. All the numerous problems can be turned to at a moment's notice, but for the afternoon he was on vacation. It is a blessed provision of nature when you are able to forget everything else and be completely absorbed in the interest of the moment. My husband has this ability to a marked degree. Miss Le Hand and I drove to Poughkeepsie to go to the telegraph office, to the postoffice and to the grocers, for someone has to attend to the everyday needs of life. Then Dr. and Mrs. Hendrik Van Loon and a protege of theirs, a very musical and charming voung lady, Miss Castagnetta, spent an hour with me. While Dr. Van Loon and I were doing a little work together, the others wandered around the garden and sat by the pool and then came in to join us for iced coffee and cookies before they started to drive back to Connecticut. He brought the President some Dutch herring and other Dutch delicacies which I know will be much enjoyed. It is so cold for this season of the year that I can hardly realize the second of July is with us. Up at 7:15 this morning to breakfast with Anna
and John, who were taking their numerous bags into |
New York in my car. I will go with them to the airport this afternoon, and after seeing them off will drive the car to my New York home. It is just as well when I am saying goodby to the children for
me to have something that has to be done to hold my:
attention immediately afterward, for I always hate to see any of them fly off to distant parts. Mrs. Scheider and I came down to New York by train a little later in the morning. We will be followed later by my mother-in-law and Johnny and his friends. Tomorrow at 10 o'clock I shall be starting with them for the steamer. They do not sail until noon but after I look the boat over and see them settled I shall probably leave them, for it never seems to me very sensible to stand on the dock and wave a handkerchief until the boat has disappeared. I shall then pick up my car an motor back to Hyde Park where Betsy and my husband will have been joined by Dr. and Mrs. Emil Ludwig. I rather think this will be the last of the farewells that I shall be saying in person.
Walter O'Keefe —
N Thursday 14 American women were presented to King George VI at Buckingham Palace. 1s funny that a woman who won't pick up her husband’s socks off the floor without ringing for her maid will travel 3000 miles to curtsy and bow and scrape in front of a fellow she doesnt know. In the old days it was different. Henry VIII enjoved having women bow their heads in front of him, but the executioner was always with him. Well, anyway, it’s nice to know that one American girl has a King at her feet. Queen Elizabeth was right there to see that George didn’t wink back. After what happened last winter she’s going to be sure that history doesn’t repeat itself. Receiving women is only one of King George's duties. He also dedicates postoffices. Can you imagine 14 Englishwomen coming over here to get a chance to curtsy to Jim Farley?
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SATURDAY, JULY 8, 1937
EW YORK, July 3.—If the Rockefeller men didn’t cherish a tradition that their women should be loved, honored and kept out of the public eye, the activities of the ladies in the million-dollar family would receive a great deal more recognition than they do. As it is, ever since the late John D. Rockefeller discovered that his bank book was making him a national character, the famous family has followed a rule that only men should speak for the family and only men should be photographed. That is why hardly anyone knows that John D. Rockefeller III, Nelson, and Laurance, sons of John D. Jr., married some of the prettiest debutantes of
It is the reason, too, that nobody
knows that Mrs. John D. Rockefeller Jr. was a belle in her day, with so many suitors she grew a little weary, and that Abby Rockefeller Milton, the only daughter of the John D. Rockefellers Jr. had a habit of being arrested for speeding about 10 or 12 years ago. And did you know that Mrs. John D. Rocketeller III had courage enough to register as a Socialist at the voting booth in 1934? The officials wili show you her husband's entry, marked for the Republican Party, with her name, credited to the Socialist regime, right under it. Or did you know that Mrs. John D. Rockefeller Jr. called down the reproaches of the Nazi Party on her sleekly coiffured, but indifferent, head in 1933, when she donated a painting called “A German Family” to the Museum of Modern Art?
The Rockefeller women—beautiful,
talented,
socially prominent in their own right, all of them— consist of Mrs. John D. Rockefeller Jr., her daughter, Abby Rockefeller Milton, and the wives of her
Mrs. Alby Rocke-
feller Milton Nelson.
three sons, John D. III, Laurance Spelman and
Mary Clark, a pretty Philadelphia debutante, was the first girl to marry a grandson of the late oil king. Her marriage to Nelson Rockefeller took place in 1930.
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Clark and the granddaughter of George B. Roberts, president of the Pennsylvania Railroad, was in line to marry into a reigning family. Therefore, no one was much surprised when she and young Rockefeller fell in love and won their families’ consent to their marriage. Miss Clark, now Mrs. Nelson Rockefeller, is a graduate of Foxcroft
School and studied at the Sorbonne in Paris. Before her marriage she was exceedingly active in the Philadelphia Junior League. She is an enthusiast in out-of-door sports and excels in riding and tennis. She is interested, too, in art. n = n HE next debutante to marry into the third generation of Rockefeller men was Blanchette
Hooker, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Elon Huntington Hooker of New York and Greenwich, who married John D. III. She has found herself in the limelight considerably more than her sister-in-law. Held it, too. For instance, there was that opening event when she and her husband returned from their honeymoon. The camerman
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By FRED W. PERKINS
Times Special Writer ASHINGTON, July 3.—Republican Senators are planning to enliven the debate on the Court plan by introducing a resolution opposing a third term for any President. Presumably the resolution will be hooked up with the contention of court-plan opponents that even a compromise on the President’s plan would be a step toward dictatorship. There are two precedents for such a third-term resolution. In 1875 the Senate declared against third terms in the Springer resolution, which according to some historians killed off a boom for another nomination for Grant. And on Feb. 10, 1928, when the country was puzzling over what Calvin Coolidge meant by “I do not choose to run,” the Senate voted 56 to 26 in favor of the following: “Resolved, that it is the sense of the Senate that the precedent established by Washington and other Presidents of the United States in retiring from the Presidential office after their second term has become, by universal concurrence, a part of our republican system of government, and that any departure from this time-honored custom would be unwise, unpatriotic, and fraught w.th peril to our free institutions.” n ” ” HE Senate was composed of 49 Republicans, 46 Democrats and one Farmer-Laborite. The anti-third-term resolution, introduced by Senator La Follette of Wisconsin, then a Republican and now a Progressive, was supported by 37 Democrats, 18 Republicans and the Farmer-Laborite. Four Democrats and 22 Republicans voted nay.
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much the same then as now, when interest in the subject has been whipped up by Governcr Earle’s advocacy of a third term for President Roosevelt and by the President's prescriptions of “dunce caps” for two newspaper reporters who asked for comment on the subject. Supporters of the 1928 Senate declaration were headed by Senator Robinson (D. Ark), now the majority leader, and other Democrats prominent in the Senate today— Ashurst (Ariz), Barkley (Ky.), Black (Ala.), Copeland (N. Y.), Gerry (R. 1), Hayden (Ariz), Glass (Va.), Harrison (Miss), King McKellar (Tenn.), Neely (W. Va.), Pittman (Nev.), Sheppard (Tex.), Tydings (Md.), Wagner (N. Y.), and Wheeler (Mont.). Republican foes of third terms in 1928 included Borah (Ida.), Capper (Kas.), Frazier (N. D., Johnson (Cal), Norris (Neb.) and Nye (N. D.), all still in the Senate. Of the four Democrats opposing the resolution, only Walsh (Mass.), is still in the Senate.
" PRESIDENT who desires to do so can ferce his own renomination,” Senator Robinson said during the debate. “A large number of the delegates in convention consist of Federal officeholders, their relatives and friends. There is power to encompass his own preferment in spite of the wiil of the people.” Senator Reed (R. Pa.), opposing the resolution, said: “I think we can all agree that it would have been to the infinite benefit of all our people had President Lincoln served three full terms instead of one term and a few weeks.”
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Mrs. Laurance Spelman Rockefeller
John D, III, with Rockefellerian instinct, suggested that he pose alone. The cameraman didn’t like the idea. It apparently didn’t please the bride so well, either. She appeared with her husband in the picture. Mrs. John D. Rockefeller III made her debut as a public speaker in 1935 with a vigorous denunciation of publicity seekers in charitable organizations, when she addressed 242 members of the Family Welfare Agency at a na-tion-wide conference. Miss Hooker, or Mrs. Rockefeller, was graduated from Vassar in 1931, at the age of 22. She immediately plunged into the Charity Organization Society's work in New York City. Her first assignment was to interview destitute Negro families in Harlem. While engaged in this work she met John D. Rockefeller III, and married him two years later, on Armistice Day, 1932. Mrs. Rockefeller has since been made an executive member of the Charity Organization Society. She is a member, too, of the National Board of the Young Women’s Christian Association, ” ” ”
EXT in line is Mrs. Laurance Spelman Rockefeller, whose husband is the third of the five sons of the Rockefellers. She was Mary French, elder daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John French of New York, Greenwich and Woodstock, before her marriage in 1934. Her grandfather was the late Frederick Billings, founder and early president of the Northern Pacific Railroad. She is a graduate of Rosemary Hall, attended Vassar, studied
Mrs. John D. Rockefeller Jr.
Mrs. Nelson Rockefeller
sculpture at the Art Students’ League in New York City, and is a member of the Junior League and the Cosmopolitan Club. ” ” ” BBY ROCKEFELLER'S mar=riage to a young attorney, David M. Milton, neighbor boy with whom she had grown up, occurred on May 14, 1925. Yellow=ing in the newspicture morgues are pictures of Miss Rockefeller smiling demurely, taken 10 and 12 years ago when she drove her automobile so swiftly that traffic officers had a habit of handing her tickets. Twice David Milton appeared in her behalf. Abby Rockefeller Milton, who was born in 1903, attended Chapin and Briarly Schools, and made her debut at a musical in 1922. After her marriage she lived in a modest apartment where she was said to do part of her housework. She has one daughter, Abby, who is about 9 years old. ” ” ”
VEN more distinguished than any of her daughters-in-law is Mrs. John D. Rockefeller Jr, who has stepped away from the limelight these many years for the sake of the men of the family. She is one of the foremost collectors of modern American paintings, and gives lavishly to
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charity from a fortune of her own, inherited from her father. Mrs. Rockefeller was the daughter of the late Senator Nelson W.
Aldrich, who left an estate of $30,000,000. As Abby Gene Aldrich she was a belle of Providence. With her marriage to John D. Jr. on October 9, 1901, she put social activity aside, and devoted her time to art and charity. In May, 1935, she gave the major part of her personal collection of art to the Museum of Modern Art, of which she was a founder. This donation included 181 drawings, paintings and watercolors from Americans such as Bellows, Wakefield and George Hart; the French artists Picasso, Matisse, Cezanne and Modigliana; and German, Russian and Scandinavian masters. One painting by Max Beckmann, which depicted a family in one room, idling, reading or sew=ing, was entitled, “A German Family.” The Nazi newspaper, Angriff, objected to this gift, saying that the painter of the picture had had his best days before the era of the Nazis.
"Bilbao's Abroad," a series on the life of Young Spanish exiles, begins on this page Monday.
Innocents
(Caer MORRISSEY today defended the new bicycle tax ordinance, calling it “merely an insurance against theft.” He said that during the last two
years, 2150 bicycles have been stolen, and at $30 each, the theft total runs to more than $64,000. He said the Police Department had recommended p of the ordinance to facilitate identification, and declared, “The general public, I believe, will accept this ordinance, not only as acting in the same capacity as the certificate of title law for the automobile, but as a safety measure for the children of Indianapolis.” = = ” IS statement: “Several years ago the police of Indianapolis and the country were plagued and hounded by organized bands of automobile thieves and were more or less helpless because there was no way of definitely identifying a stolen automobile or the owner thereof. “Then the certificate of title law was passed, sponsored by the lawenforcement agencies of the State and nation. “Today law-enforcement agencies are faced with the same difficulties with respect to bicycles and the return of bicycles to popularity. So widespread has become the theft of bicycles that law-enforcement agencies, not only of Indianapolis but other cities throughout the nation, must unite to check the thefts. “During the last two years in Indianapolis our records show that 2150 bicycles have been reported stolen to the Police Department. At only $30 each, this theft of bicycles runs to more than $64,000. Because there is no way of identifying a stolen bicycle, particularly after it has been repainted, the police have been able to recover only 935 of these stolen wheels. That means that 1215 boys and girls of Indianapolis lost their bicycles because police were vnable to trace them and neither were the boys and girls themselves. “The bicycle registration ordinance recently passed by the City Council was done so at the request of the Police Department and is merely an insurance against theft. As a matter of fact, because of the widespread loss of bicycles, insure ance is now being written on bicycles by insurance companies. “The general public, I believe, will accept this ordinance, not only as acting in the same capacity as the certificate of title law for the automobile, but as a safety measure for the children of Indianapolis. ® =» =» " HE license feature is merely incidental, due to the fact that without license tags issued annually, there would be no method of checking registrations without stopping every bicycle on the street. The ordinance works in exactly the same manner as the certificate of title law for automobiles.
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his wheel at convenient registration stations set up in your community at the fire station. The owner is issued a certificate of registration
which will bear the same number as his license. One copy of the certificate goes to the owner, one to the Police Department for cross files and one to the City Controller. “The registration number not only will be stamped on the registration tag but upon the wheel itself by the Indianapolis Police Department so that positive identification may be made. When an owner sells his wheel, he transfers his certificate or registration just as an automobile owner does and no wheel may be purchased either new or second-hand without obtaining or transferring a certificate of registration. “Safety features contained in the ordinance provide that children may ride on sidewalks if they ride carefully; reflector or tail light must be on the rear and a headlight on the front of the wheel after sundown; riders may not ride two abreast and there must be no more than one person riding on a wheel. Infractions of the law or failure to obtain a license may mean that the police may impound a wheel.
Bicycle Tax Law Insurance Against Theft, Chief Morrissey Declares
“Those under 16 years of age may be required to attend a traffic school with their parents, while those over 16 may be ordered to appear in Municipal Court. ” ” ”
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approximately will pay for the setup of the ordinance during the first year—that is for costs of registration printing, tags, stamping of wheels, etc. I am informed that a general City ordinance requires that all issuing fees shall not be less than $1. “It seems to me that the bicycle ordinance has been construed in the wrong light in some sources and I am hopeful that when the general public understands the intent and scope of the ordinance we may have the full co-operation of bicycle owners throughout the city. “Any person who would come to Police Headquarters and see the bicycle room where they are stored away now, approximately 100 stolen bicycles held there eight months to a year without identification, would understand why the Police Department urges this registration ordinance.”
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Ind.
Our Town
By Anton Scherrer
Indianapolis Fire Horses Were Sure Bets for Excitement Even Though Blazes Couldn't Be Bragged About.
ALWAYS counted myself a lucky kid if I found myself standing at the corner of Washington and Meridian Sts. when Box 45 went off. It was a sure sign that the whole Fire Department would show up.
For sheer excitement there was nothing like it around here when I was a boy. To be sure, sometimes the fires weren't anything to brag about, but even so, it always paid to stick around just to
see the grand lot of horses our Fire Department had at that time. I guess I was luckier than most kids, because I remember standing on that corner on three different occasions when Box 45 went off. On all three occasions I acted exactly the same. At any rate, I distinctly recall that as soon as I sensed the significance of the occasion, I immediately turned my back on the fire and peeled my eyes on the corner of Illinois and Washington Sts. so that I wouldn't miss seeing “Dick and Ned” round the corner and make their final dash down Wash= ington St. It was the grandest sight in Indianapolis, I felt that way about “Dick and Ned” because they were the horses that lent luster to my bailiwick, which, of course, is just another way of saying that they were the horses that belonged to Engine House 10 at the corner of Merrill St. and Russell Ave.
Favoritism All Over Town
Most of the kids around town, I suppose, stuck up for their horses just as I did for mine, but I sometimes pitied them because they had such a long way to go to beat “Dick and Ned.” At any rate, that's the way I felt about it at the time. I feel a little differently about it today, because in thinking back about the old horses, I find that maybe the other boys had something to brag about, too. Maybe just as much. Certainly the W. Washington St. boys around Ene gine House 6 had something to talk about. That was the home of “Tom and Jerry,” a pair of round-bellied, full-chested little fellows that went to a fire faster than any other team in town—especially when Johnny Meadows did the driving.
East Siders Could Brag
The boys on E. Washington St. had something to brag about, too, because of all the sights in town —barring “Dick and Ned,” of course—there was nothing prettier than to see Louis Glass of No, 11 going to a fire behind “Bob and Billy.” Joe Keys behind “Dandy and Dick” was mighty good, too. I'm pretty sure they also belonged to the East Side, because I always remember them coming to Box 45 from somewhere beyond the Court Housé, Come to think of it, there wasn’t a nag among the lot. Engine House 1 on Indiana Ave. had “John and Norman,” as lively a pair of browns as ever graced our streets; No. 7 on Maryland St. had “Fred and Billy”; No. 5 Hook and Ladder on W. Washington St. had “Old Star and Country,” and No. 3 on Prospect St. had a team of gray horses.
A Woman's View By Mrs. Walter Ferguson
Possession of Half Nation's Wealth
Seen as Challenge to Feminine Sex.
VERY time we read that women are the benee ficiaries of 80 per cent of our insurance policies, and the possessors of more than half the national wealth, our respect for the sex’takes another skid. With all that money women ought to be doing some tremendously valuable work for society. Think of the facts for a minute. We own a very hande~ some proportion of national assets; we buy 85 per cent of all the goods produced in this country, and last year the unbelievable sum of 2 billion, 400 million dollars was paid to us by insurance companies, The whole thing sounds like an astronomical calcula= tion. To be sure a good many of these women do not actually control their money. That is done through trust companies, by men singly or in groups. And most of us are content that this should be so, since we have been told for so long that we mustn't worry our heads about money matters. Yet we consider the man who permits someone else to handle his financial affairs a moron or a fool, One of the favorite tenets of the rugged individualist and the champion of American democracy is the theory that each of us can do what he likes with his possessions. In spite of this, however, girls are rarely trained to look after estate matters. The very men who spend their lives acquiring fortunes which they know must inevitably go to women are the last to admit that women ought to be trained to manage such fortunes. Actually women could do almost anything they liked in this country. The power they hold in their hands is staggering. If they ever do become aware of it, we hope they will turn it to those high reforms of which they write and talk so much. Our women could influence the American mind toward peace, could promote an education and a culture and a society which might be the wonder of the world, if
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they felt a social responsibility commensurate with the sum of their wealth.
New Books Today
Public Library Presents—
R. REGGIE FORTUNE, the protagonist of Henry C. Bailey’s new novel of mystery, BLACK LAND, WHITE LAND (Doubleday), is a man of parts. At one glance he can distinguish between the bones of a young lad recently dead and those of a prehistorie elephant. He knows the comedies of Aristophanes in their original Greek. When thrown into a shaft of a chalk mine, he immediately builds a fire so that the heat will suck up the poison gas which he knows is about to be thrown into the pit. Besides, he knows when sherry is of a good vintage, when cameos are fake, and when police officers are purposely dumb. In addition to creating such a paragon, the author has provided the mystery fan with several murders, given them generous clues and a fair solution. “Black Land, White Land” is to be recommended as bang-up entertainment for lazy summer days.
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MAN'S heart, perhaps, never entirely loses the boy’s longing for adventure. And in the soul of each one of us lingers somewhere a nostalgic memory of the long days of childhood, of slow, bright hours filled with the endless and important childish play and work. Such a nostalgia, a need for peace, and a yearning for earth and air, sun and rain, led Clifford Gessler, a newspaperman, to join the expedition which took him to the South Seas and finally to the island Tepuka Maruia. ROAD MY BODY GOES (Reynal & Hitchcock) is the story of his stay on this island which has scarcely been touched by Western civiliza« tion. During these months, he allowed himself to be as= similated to the simple, healthful native existence, The daily task of procuring food, the small, infinitely engrossing affairs of the village, the singing and danc= ing by night, became for a time a part of his own life, All things must end. And it is with real regret that the reader sees Mr, Gessler embarked for home, and thus turns the last page of the book.
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