Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 October 1937 — Page 1
Vagabond
From Indiana — Ernie Pyle
Notice in Seattle's Marine News Brings Reunion Aboard Freighter; Message Ledger Reveals Drama.
SEATTLE, Oct. 12.—When vou're in Seattle or San Francisco vou always read the marine page to see what ships are coming hn, Soon after we got to Seattle, we picked up the paper and discovered that among the day's arrivals was to be the freighter Harpoon of the Sheppard line jumped out Harpoon means a lot to us Two and a half years ago we rode the Harpoon for three weeks and 6000 miles, from San Pedro to Philadelphia, and in the vein of political orators I believe I may say without fear of successful contradiction that it was the happiest three weeks of my life. So down to the dock we went the next morning, and walked right past the “Danger, No Admittance” signs as though they weren't there, “ and walked right up the dirty gangMr. Pyle plank, and asked for Capt. McKown. We were feeling sort of trembly, for we weren't sure Capt. McKown wouid remember us. It had been two and a half years, and we were just a couple more people he had to carry. But he recognized us instantly, he called our names without hesitating, he beamed and laughed, and we sat in his cabin for an hour remembering things and people on our trip. It was just one trip out of hundreds to him. but he remembered evervthing. And he wanted us to make the trip around with him again. but we couldn't After we got hack to the hotel we kept on thinking about our freighter and how evervhody seems to be going on freighters nowadays. And how a friend had told us that he'd heard every freighter sailing from an American port was already booked solid for two vears So we decided that if this fad keeps up all the freighters will be enlarging their quarters to take care of the crowds, and the passenger liners will cut down their quarters because of no business, and then maybe in a couple of vears we can go somewhere on a passenger liner and get away from the mob.
‘Jot—"Em—Down’ Store The biggest store in Seattle is Frederick & Nelson's. They have something just inside their front door that I've never seen in any other store It's a large ledger, where people write messages for each other. Mostly they are just messages about having to go on and can’t meet vou at 2 o'clock and stuff like that. But scattered through the book is a smattering of real human drama. Here are some of the messages: “Alberta—I'in here just outside waiting for Pop.” “Alberta—I'm just inside the door waiting for 6 o'clock —Pop.” “Jimmy—Meet me here anytime remember ‘The Fleet's In’ Hot Dog! Love & Kisses. — Dimple Eyes.” “Celeste—Hunting for an ®nsign.—'D".” “Mig—Vic's canoe capsized. I ruined my shoes. His dad took the canoe away until we learn how to read the skv. It has possibilities anyway. Astronomy night! Ssshh!'—-M. K.”
My Diary
By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt
First Lady Has 'Happy Birthday’;
Vittorio Calls at White House.
WwW ASHINGTON, Mondayv—After working late last night, IT was awakened this morning bv a telephone call, and someone said to me: “Many happy returns of the day.” A little after midnight, a friend, who is staying with me, reminded me it was already my birthday. I had forgotten it. As soon as I had finished talking, I jumped up and hurried to get ready for breakfast with my guests. Then, after a few household duties were accomplished, I went for a good ride. It was a beautiful day and the mere fact that I knew there were many things to be done and I therefore should probably not be out on the bridle path, gave me all the more sense of enjovment. On my return, there was a press conference and then a group of people remained for luncheon to discuss the progress of one of the homesteads. Afterward, I drove out tn Miss Madeira's School, which my little cousin is attending I have never been on the grounds before and I was struck by its beauty. Seeing all the girls at their different afternoon occupations was interesting. Some were riding, some were practicing archery, some were playing hockey, others just seemed to be wandering around in the mellow autumn sunshine. The living room and the library are delightful rooms and Miss Madeira took me out on the terrace so I could see the view of the Potomac. 1 have always believed that beautiful surroundings are a help in education and certainly these girls are greatly privileged.
Children Bring Gifts
On my return, a few friends came for fea. Sara and Kate, bringing little Diana Hopkins with them, arrived to deliver their birthday gift in person. Thev were followed by little Eleanor Lund, who also managed to say, “happy birthday” and to give me her gift, though 1 think there had been some fear that she might decide to keep it for herself! In the midst of this baby party, the usher announced that the President was in the West Hall and Mr. Mussolini was about to come up. I left them all and went to pour tea for the more formal group consisting of Mr. Mussolini; the Italian ambassador, Mr. Suvich; our own ambassador to Italy, Mr. Phillips; and the Assistant Secretary of State, Sumner Welles. Two weeks ago Mr. Mussolini spoke no English, today he was able to answer the President's questions with apparent ease. When I asked him if his sister was coming over later, he understood me perfectly and said he hoped she would come before long. He seems a pleasant young man. much like any of our own boys traveling in a foreign country, and I hope he will enjoy his stay with us. Public Library Presents— ELDOM after reading a work will vou turn again win so much satisfaction and approval to the comment on the book jacket as upon closing Marguerite Young's slender volume of poems. PRISMATIC GROUND (Macmillan). The lyrics have an accent of individual strangeness upon them.” And they have. The report here is that of a personal glance and inspection which see things with rare new beauty. Awareness, requisite of one who wouid excel in the poet's medium, pervades the book. And magically, somehow, Young equips you with her own percipiency. “She walked on waves of the sea's crying “And heard the cricket's timorous sound.” The artifice of that is as strange and lovely ss some of nature's own. Miss Young, who teaches at Shortridge, eschews the poetic phrase and builds with the exact and exquisite image. She may find herself among the major poets in time if she disciplines her appetite $0 the fare of her— LENTEN FEAST “Who does not feast on pigeon shadows, “Day's starlight, the eyes of a dove, “Rain of larks in twilight meadows, “All of these, and prisms of “Song sparrows, he will be “A creature whose repentant bones “Rattle in void eternity “Like a wind bag of stones.” = Ld un WR in essay form rather than as a conventional guide book, LET ME SHOW YOU VERMONT, by Charles E. Crane (Knopf) is inspirational and atmospheric. Although the author gives quantities of serious informatior. about almost every aspect of life In the Green Mountain State—the farms. vilages. industries, rural schools, old homes. wooded mountains and bridal paths—the volume is savory with anecdotes of a delightful Vermont flavor,
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The Indianapolis Times
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1937
Entered as at Postoffice
All Aboard for Hollywood!
Seek-a-Star’ Contest Winner to Get Views Behind Movie Scenes
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Almost evervone has marvelled at just how a movie scene is made. It’s those scenes hehind the scenes which The Times “Seek-A-Star” Silhouette Contest first-prize winner will see in Hollywood. to which he or she is to be taken in an American Airlines Flagship. The winner will visit the stars on the sets and see them working just as is (1) Sonja Henie, the Norwegian skating flash, making the waltz number in “Thin Ice,” which was seen recently at the Apollo. A camera was mount-
Side Glances—By Clark
ed on a 40-foot crane to film the scene as Sonja glided over a special ice-skating rink constructed on a huge sound stage. With the star is Director Sidney Lanfield, who also guided her through “One in a Million.” The contest winner, too, will get a chance to listen in on huddles between stars and directors (2) like the one Miriam Hopkins, RKO Radio player, is having with Harold Kussell (left), writer, and Leigh Jason, her director, in “Women Have a Way.”
Producers and directors some times take themselves in precarious positions to get the desired action. The happy
For instance.
chances and perch
contestant will see hits of that, Producer Frank Llovd (3) is shown braving the dizzy heights of a stepladder to direct action scenes in Paramount's “Wells Fargo.” The set
duplicated Pertsmouth Square in San Francisco in the Sixties. (See Page 18 for Silhouette No. 5.)
A WOMAN'S VIEW | Jasper—By Frank Owen
| By Mrs. Walter Ferguson
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COPR. 1937 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. REL. U. & BAT. OFF. A —————
"Stop whistling, Bobby. program.”
I'm trying to concentrate on that radio | individual happiness
away from the doctrine of “do |
as vou please,” popular following | the war. Magazine writers, novel- | ists, essayists, sociologists and ,sy- | chiatrists are doing a right-about | face, warning the young to stick to | monogamy and not to experiment with sex before marriage, so that | the moral standards which are the | real safeguards of the social order | as well as the foundation of indi- | | vidual well-being can be main-| tained. The moment is ripe for these | changes. An entire generation, keved | | to high emotional pitch by a world | | catastrophe, has been harmed be- | cause a great many smart people thought they knew more than the sages. A new philosophy was introduced—a philosophy based on cowardice and selfishness. Boys and girls were told that it was all right to live together outside of marriage, if economic stress prevented a quick union. As a consequence the ancient lessons of life had to be learned all over again. And learned as usual through suffering. Long before these same youngsters were middleaged they had discovered that one isn’t invariably happy doing as one pleases. Now, as might have been expected, the pendulum has begun to swing back toward the old moralities, and a growing respect for the word “duty” buds at intervals in { modern literature. | | The false prophets have had their day. Those principles by which | good men and women have lived in o-12] [every age are showing signs of | revival. Soon we may expect more in a stabler
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"Yes, Jasper, he puts his fingers on the scales, but go easy with
that jack—he's getting wise!”
Second-Class Matter Indianapolis.
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Our Town
By Anton Scherrer
Mount Jackson's Mischief-Loving Boys of Nineties Failed in Their Plot to Avoid Priests’ Discipline.
ACK in the Nineties, Mount Jackson had just as many mischievous bhovs as any other part of town. I'm not going to mention names any more than I have to, but Joe
| Sullivan and Charlie McGarvey and the rest
of the W. Washington St. gang will get the drift of today's piece all right. So will the priest of St. Anthony's parish, if he’s anywhere around. he priest of St. Anthony's parish, back in those
days, had his hands full with the Mount Jackson boys. For their own good, he treated each case individually by way of the confessional, with the result that often a boy had to spend the greater part of his Saturday doing penance. This was too much for the boys, so they decided to find another and, if possible, a more lenient priest. For this purpose the) picked St. John's, Something just had to be done to save their Saturdays The priest of St when he saw the
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John's rubbed his eves, vou bet, strange hovs in his bailiwick It, didn't take him long, though, to get to the bottom of things. Asked why they didn’t stay where they bee longed, the kids said the priest at St. Anthony's was so busy that it took hours for anybody to get to him, and besides they had so much on their minds that the sooner somebody relieved them the better it would be for everyhody concerned Well, when the priest at St. John's heard this, he ordered every boy to leave the church, and walk home reciting the rosary everv step of the way. I hope I don’t have to tell you that it's some walk from St. John's to Mount Jackson.
Rain Added to Their Woe
To complicate matters still more, it started to rain on the way, with the result, of course, that the kids were a sorry-looking bunch when they got home. Imagine their surpgise, however, to learn that one of the gang had beaten them home by three hours, He was dry, too. Believe it or not, the rascal had
taken a streetcar. He insisted, though, that he had spent all his time waiking up and down the car aisle reciting the rosary. Gosh, I wish I could tell you his name, Now for the girls Mount Jackson produced
Maybe you don’t know it, but the grandest set of girls They were Bathsheba, Tantrabogus and Vine, daughters of Robert Helvey who lived on the banks of Eagle Creek near what was known as the “big raspberry patch.” Concerning them, John H. B. Nowland quotes their father as saying: “I tell ye, stranger, that Bash is a hoss. I would like vou to come over and take a rassle with her. She throwed old Liakim Harding best two in three; t'other was a dogfall, hut Bash soon turned him. 1 tell ve, stranger, that gal Bash Killed the bigShe shot off-hand 75 vards. He was a real three-spiker. no mistake.” As near as T can learn almost as good, too.
Tantrabogus and Vine were
Jane Jordan—
Flaming Youth Still Respects
Virtue of Modesty and Restraint.
EAR JANE JORDAN-In your column Oct. 1 you seemed to say that hugging, necking and so on I disagree Most of the nicer boys and girls have a good time without doing this. I also do not think it true that all boys enjoy petting. Many of them say terrible things about the girls they know who pet all the time. If you have the space, I wish you would devote your column to petting and how far high school boys and girls should go. CURIOUS.
ANSWER=-Did T say hugging and kissing in pris vate were “all right” or did I ask the girl who was shocked by a public display of affection whether or not she would object to it in private? Of course, the failure to condemn petting when one has such a good chance to do so, may be interpreted as approval, As a matter of fact IT am unable to be shocked hecause young things like to kiss each other. I think it natural when they do and unnatural when they do not Petting is a word which may mean anything from light and inconsequential love-making to a heavy affair. All sorts of standards prevail, depends= ing upon where you live and what the set you move in believes. To some petting calls up visions of aban= doned love-making; to others petting merely means is hard to tell what anyone means by petting, and impossible to draw specific rules by which a girl may be guided in all cases. My high school friends, both boys and girls, assure me that in Indianapolis a girl who goes “too far,” is not respected. When I pin them down as to what they mean by “too far,” I find that a girl who allows any boy to paw her at his will in public or private loses caste. A girl is not condemned for kissing a bov who means something special to her, and who n return regards her with special affection and respect, but she is condemned for kissing a different boy on Sunday from the one she kissed on Saturday and so on ad infinitum. I am told that even a high school boy likes to meet with some resistance the first time he tries to kiss a girl. He likes to feel that her kiss is a compliment to him and not a favor that she confers on every Tom, Dick and Harry, He will laugh at the girl he caresses if other boys in his set can caress her also; but he will value the kiss that is reserved for him alone as a tribute to his own masculine charms Although boys may pursue the promiscuous petters for thrills and excitement, they are still quite puritanical in their judgments. In their minds the petters are separated from the nonpetters as the sheep are separated from the goats. The girl who accepts oc casional caresses from the boy who has proved his sincere interest in her is classified as practically a nonpetter, There may be a few hovs who will eourt a girl ine definitely who cannot be kissed at all, but I believe they are few and far between. Expressions of affec= tion are too spontaneous and natural to be squelched forever, even by those of the most rigid standards. A girl simply has to rely on her own good taste and intuitive judgment to tell her what is acceptable to the particular boy who is attentive to her, and what he will consider as beyond the pale. Modesty and restraint are still values in spite of what we hear about flaming youth. JANE JORDAN.
Put yonr problems in a letter to Jane Jordan, who will answer your questions in this column daily,
IPLOMACY certainly makes strange bedfellows. Imagine a Mussolini visiting a Roosevelt! I hope young Vittorio didn’t wear a black shirt on his White House visit. That's not the President's favore ite color this season. It was a terribly polite tea. They had a sort of agreement that if President Roosevelt didn't say anve thing about aggressor nations young Mussolini would say nothing about the Supreme Court A lot of people have wondered why the younge ster's visit to Hollywood was cut short. The fact ix he dropped into a studio where they were making a war picture and he got homesick.
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