Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 October 1937 — Page 9

-"Vagabon From Indiana — Ernie Pyle

20-Year Search Comes to End— Young Man Found Who Can Roll His Own Cigarets With One Hand.

ETCHUM, Ida., Oct. 16.—For nearly 20 years I have rolled my own cigarets. When in the West I always watch for a cowboy who might teach me to roll ’em with one hand, but I must admit I’ve never seen a cowboy do it. Most of them can’t even do it with

two hands. But last night, sitting in one of the Ketchum “clubs” watching a “21” game, I found my man. He wasn't a cowboy; he was just a nice-looking young fellow in overalls, and he had only one arm. And I sat speechless as he lay the paper on a crease in his pants, filled it with tobacco, and twirled as neat a cigaret as you ever saw. So I walked over to him. “I saw you rolling that cigaret,” I said. “I've always wanted to roll them with one hand, and I thought maybe you could teach me.” “Well,” he said, “I don’t know whether I can teach you, but I'll show you how I do it. To begin Mr om with, you crease the paper way up high like this.” I said “Oh, I never thought of that. How long ago did you lose your arm?” He said “Bight years ago. Then you slide it down along vour second and third fingers, and then joggle it with your thumb till the tobacco's even. When you get it all even, then you slip your first finger over across it like this, and then press down hard.” I said “That's where I get stuck. My finger's too stiff. How did you lose your arm?” He said, “A runaway team of horses.” I said, “Are you working here in Ketchum?” He said, “I'm not doing anything right now. Last vear I worked up at the construction job carrying water. But they won't give me anything this year.” Paper Causes Trouble I said “Here's my trouble. I never can keep the edge of the paper turned under.” He said “That's the hard part. You have to press real hard. It's easier with that ribbed paper you get with cans of tobacco. It takes a lot of practice.” I said “I'd think there'd be lots of jobs you could do with one arm as well as two.” He said “Sure there is, but they won't give me nothing on account of it.” I said “I did pretty good on the first one, but this second one keeps slipping.” Then I said “Are they just indifferent, or have they got something against you?” He said “It really looks like they've got something against me. I can’t get on nowhere. Sometimes I get so blue and disgusted I feel like gettin’ me a gun and just go shootin’ up and down the street. You're gettin’ onto it now, but it takes practice.” And then I went back to the hotel and sat over a wastebasket and practiced. And as I sat there it came to me that rolling a cigaret is one of the trivial things in the awful pilgrimage we are all making across the hard years to the goal of final sleep—just a little whim of an item it is, that doesn’t have to be done at all—yet I couldn't get anywhere with it, with my one arm.

My Diary By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt

Grandson Shows Zest for Living;

His Power of Imagination Amazing.

EW YORK, Oct 16—It is of constant interest to me to see how personalities develop, even in voung children. I paid my little grandson Bill and his mother a short visit while in Philadelphia Wednesday. He was sitting up in bed enjoying the “Land of Counterpane,” for he has had a cold. I had no time to buy him anything before leaving Washington, but some kind friends had sent me a charming little rhyme and a basket containing some little wooden buildings, trees and people which could be set up to make a village. I kept the rhyme, packed up the toy village and took it to Bill. In no time he had thought out a game which we could play together, The most marvelous painting hung on the wall, which he assured me was a chicken. Perhaps it was. There was some dim resemblance in outline to a much excited rooster crowing in the early dawn, but

it required imagination, amd plenty of it, to see the

resemblance. President Enjoys Country

A nice drive to Hyde Park yesterday. What a joy it is to be at home in the country! My husband seems to shed the innumerable cares with greater ease here than anywhere except on a boat on the ocean. While reading the paper the other day, I was amused to notice that a Government agency, which has been much in print of late, was attacked by two factions with which it has to deal. Both factions claim this Government agency is partial to the other. This seems to me a pretty good argument for the agency's impartiality, If either side had been satisfied, we might have felt a doubt, but when both sides feel they have been discriminated against, then it is fairly sure that a pretty even balance has been maintained in dealing with both, Years ago in New York State, when I was working with the League of Women Voters, we were constantly receiving complaints that individual leagues were allied entirely with one or the other political party. Of course, in certain cases it was true that partiality was shown to one side or the other, but when we found that both political parties in a locality were complaining bitterly at the attitude of the league, then we felt quite sure that in that locality the league was maintaining a strictly nonpartisan attitude. This evening I broadcast for the Camp Fire Girls. Being honorary president of both the Girl Scouts and the Camp Fire group, I have an opportunity to hear a great deal about the activities of these two organizations. One group has more members in one part of the country and the other is stronger somewhere else, but both are carrying on a similar program and doing a splendid piece of work for the country’s girlhood.

New Books Today

Public Library Presents— T the age of 16 Ludweg Bemelmans set out for the United States, having first purchased two pistols and a large amount of ammunition to use on the Indians which he felt sure must be lurking just outside of New York City. MY WAR WITH THE UNITED STATES (Viking Press) is a part of his diary, being a translation of the chaliers kept during his service in the United States Army during the World War. He is vastly interested in every phase of his army life; his duties as orderly in the hospital at Oswego, his losing battle to employ German methods of disci pline upon the kitchen gang in the insane hospital, and his experiences in the Offieers’ Training Camp in Georgia, where he was accused of being a German spy. He draws many comparisons between the Germans and Americans, but never too seriously, for the book sparkles with wit and amusing anecdotes. Herr Bemelmans writes with a curious detachment, a disarming clarity and freshness, a frank liking for his adopted country, and a naive delight in his fellow

companions. LJ » »

URING 1931-1932 Haruko Ichikawa accompanied her husband, then president of the University of Tokvo, as he traveled through Europe on a Kahn fellowship. Equipped with native intelligence, a broad knowledge, and an insatiable curiosity, she examined and compared, with the mind of a philosopher and the eye of a poet, the various countries and peoples with whom she came in contact. Her impressions she recorded in a voluminous diary in Japanese. JAPANESE LADY IN EUROPE (Dutton), the condensed translation of this diary, is remarkable for its acute observations, its humor, and the freshness of its point of view. The memory of Mrs. Ichikawa will linger long with the reader, for seldom has one met in literature a more charming, cosmopolitan, stimulating

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Second Section

Hoodlums Return From Ohio Raid, Slay Se

(Fourth of a Series)

By Jack Heil

ITH a fortune in stolen diamonds and jewelry on their hands, the Brady gangsters faced the problem of unloading it to a fence before-it became too hot, a result of publicity following the 20-minute robbery of the Partner store in Dayton. Police radios were cluttering the air with descriptions of Brady, anc Clarence Lee Shaffer Jr., both dead now, and midget James Dalhover and the lanky Charles Geisking. The conviction was growing that the same gang was responsible for the wave of Ohio jewel jobs netting $50,000. And now the gang, all madmen with their itching trigger fingers and the military machine gun, were due for a dose of their own medicine. They raced into Chicago with more than $30,000 worth of stuff to contact the “Dago”’—with the Irish name of Ryan—who had promised Al Brady top prices for all the stuff he could deliver. They met him. He hopped in the gang car and led them to an apartment near Seminary and Webster Aves. in Chicago. ” ” o “PT°S okay, come on,” he urged, as the robbers stopped to look over the place. They followed him in. A few moments later he introduced them to another person as the man with the bankroil. “Let's see the stuff.” They spread it out on the table. “Stick em up!” The Indiana gangsters had been so busy with their stuff they hadn’t observed the entrance of eight gunmen behind them. While the Chicago gunmen cowed the Hoosier hoodlums, Brady's “Dago” friend and his pals scooped up the jewels and left. One of the eight stepped over to Brady and removed his gun. An hour later three crestfallen gangsters were driving back to Indianapolis. “Forget it,” said Brady. “We're going back to Lima.”

” ” ” HORTLY before noon of Mon=day, April 27, a police car cruised south in Lima. Patrolman Jess Ford at the wheel stopped it in front of the Newberry store, two doors north of Kay's Jewelry Store, and Patrolman E. O. Swaney got out. “I'll drive around the block,” Officer Ford told his companion. “By the time I get back there may be a place to park, if youre not through with your lunch.” He drove south into Lima's Public Square and loafed around the block to kill time until his partner finished eating. He got back early ani sure enough there was a parking spot, right behind a dark sedan. Inside Kay's store a story was being repeated. Shaffer was at the

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 16, 1937

Guns barked and ricocheting bullets screamed in N. Main St. at Lima, O., (upper) as the Brady gang shot its way out of town after robbing Kay’s Jewelry Store a second time. Path of the fleeing gangsters is shown by the

door covering the persons inside. Brady was cleaning out the place with expert technique. Dalhover fingered the trigger of the heavy machine gun that would have literally cut the top off the police car behind. Geisking grabbed him. “You're crazy,” he snapped.

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GNORANT of what was going on around him, Patrolman Ford stepped out of the police car, Dalhover, gun in hand, leaped from the sedan before Geisking could stop him. “Stick ’em up,” he ordered Officer Ford. And as he did so the half-pint hoodlum jerked the heavy service gun from the officer's holster.

From the counter just inside the door of the Newberry store, Patrolman Swaney had a clear view of the drama being enacted 30 feet away, but his attention was on his food until Clerk Pauline Jones screamed. - An instant later Officer Swaney was at the door, his revolver blazing. There was an answering roar from Dalhover's automatic and the bullets shattered the big windows.

Inside Kay's, two doors down, Al Brady and Shaffer were preparing to leave as the crash of the gun battle echoed outside, They dashed out to the car. As Dalhover fanned the Newberry store doorway with bullets, Brady grabbed the sagging Geisking. Officer Swaney had shot him through the leg, just below the hip. Officer Swaney’s bullets were screaming around the sedan how and Dalhover climbed in the back seat. Shaffer sent it racing through the crowded Public Square. Behind it raced the police crisuer, with Swaney waiting an oppor-

Side Glances—By Clark

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tunity to cut loose with a machine gun. Suddenly there was a burst of fire through the rear window of the fleeing sedan. At last Dalhover had unloosed his deadly weapon. A dozen slugs struck the police car, but Officer Ford pushed the accelerator down to the floor. Then, a terrific crash. 8 ” ”

HEN bystanders reached Ford, he was unconscious. Likewise, the fearless Patrolman Swaney, who had escaped Dalhover's fusillade only to suffer what was feared to be a broken neck in the collision with the car of W. E. Snow, who miraculously escaped serious injury. Other police took up the chase. This time they had something to go on. The gunmen had escaped in a sedan. The rear window was shattered and they had the license number. Detectives swarmed about the Kay and Newberry stores. One of them spotted a seemingly harmless card on the sidewalk near the spot where the gunmen’s car had been parked. He turned it over to Police Chief Ward Taylor. One glance at it and the Chief stepped into the nearby telegraph office to wire Chicago police the name and address of the jewelry salesman that it bore. “It may be the fence,’ he told Inspector Harry Grant, “and the Chicago police can make him talk.” At 6:30 that night as Lima surgeons worked frantically to save the life of Patrolman Swaney in Memorial Hospital a similar scene was being enacted in Indianapolis, 200 miles away. o o ”

SEDAN drove up to the residential office of Dr. Emmett E. Rose at 2153 Barth Ave. Two

| A WOMAN'S VIEW | By Mrs. Walter Ferguson

HALK up another hit for the | | moderns. Ed Howe, late Sage | [ of Potato Hill, turns out not to have | been the philosopher we i | him, Because of certain references | about stern fathers in one of her | books, his only daughter, Mateel | Howe Farnham, was cut off in his | will with $1 from an estate valued | at $200,000. His two sons say they | will divide the wealth evenly with | their sister, in spite of the parental | bequest. Something of the stern, self-willed man peeps back at us from the last testament of Mr. Howe, It is easy | to see the father's side. There has | been a great deal of exploitation of parents by well-known writers, but | to do this without hurt one must be | an artist, even a genius. The pub=licizing of such domestic secrets even in the interests of literature bears the mark of extreme cruelty, yet it has become the vogue of late. As his will proves, Ed Howe couldn’t take it. In spite of a worldwide reputation for sound sense, he shows up at the last as foolishly wounded as any father would have been in a like situation. Poor old man. Better than many written wards, this slap from the grave puts a new light upon his character, exposing a heart that for 10 years felt bruised because an only daughter had held him up as a model of the Stern Parent. From generation to generation parents are the same in one respect. Underneath their bravado they long for the admiration and love of their children. Whether they deserve them is another matter, but from the lowest to the highest that long-

white dotted line.

Entered as Second-Class Matter Indianapolis.

at Postoffice,

Brady Gang Reaches End of Trail

rgt. Rivers in Gun Battle

While American Legion vigilantes

joined the chase (lower photo), the bandits fled to Indianapolis, slaying Sergt. Richard Rivers (inset) when they were surprised by police while seeking medical aid.

men helped a third from the machine and led him into the doctor's office. “Here's a job for you, Doc,” the taller of the two escorts began. The short man standing beside the tall, skinny patient fumbled with something in his right-hand pocket. The physician knew what he was facing.

“Let's see the wound,” he suggested. Geisking climbed into operating chair and Dr. flattened it out. “All I can do is dress it, unless you've got a couple of hours to spare,” he spoke up. Al Brady turned from the window where he had been watching the street. “Just clean it out, Doc, and put in some formaldehyde or whatever you use. We haven't got much time.” The job completed, Brady shoved a large biil into the doctor's hand. “Forget it and we’ll be back tomorrow.” As the sedan pulled away with the four men, Dr. Rose took a good look at it and jotted down the license number. Five minutes later he had Indianapolis police headquarters on the line. When the police squad left, it had a line on the patient and his pals—the Lima jewel robbers. Plans were made immediately to keep the house under surveiilance the fol= lowing day in the rather wan hope that they might return. Dr. Rose got another jolt just two hours later when he walked out into his waiting room to find one of his afternoon visitors. “Your patient seems to be inh a bad way,” Brady informed the doctor. “I think you better come along and have a look at him. I'll drive you over.” ” ” ” R. ROSE was thinking fast. He wasn't going on a ride if he could help it.

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“I'll have to get my case and my instruments,” he stalled, ignorant of the fact that his frightened but quick-thinking wife already was on her way to call police. Half a block away she came upon a police car containing Sergt. Richard Rivers and Patrolman Ralph Chambers and Cosmos Sansone on the hunt for the auto which took part in the Lima job, With lights out, the poiice ear backed up an alley to the Rose home in an effort to take the gangster by surprise and Sergt. Rivers leaped out and up to the door,

“Come along . . .” Brady never finished, for guns began to roar outside. As Sergt. Rivers dashed across the yard to the front porch of the doctor's home he was greeted by a hail of bullets from Dalhover’s machine gun. Shaffer was bombarding the police car in the alley with rifle fire. As Sergt. Rivers slumped to the ground, Brady came dashing around the house and then, yellow in his heart, emptied his automatic at the already sorely wounded Sergt. Rivers,

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HE gangsters sedan sped away with Shaffer at the wheel. Indianapolis Police Chief Mor= rissey examined the body of his slain sergeant with Dr. Rose. He noted that at least one bullet had gone right through the victim's body, probably more, “Machine gun,” grimly, Back in headquarters, he sumsmoned Detective Lieutenant Roy Pope, head of the homicide detail. “You've got just one job,” he ordered. “Get those killers and get that machine gun.”

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Our Town

By Anton Scherrer

Series of Lectures Were Popular Cultural Pursuits Back in 1855; Speakers Included Lola Montez,

HE culture business got its start in Ine dianapolis by way of the lyceum course; more specifically, by way of the Y. M. C. A. At any rate, the Y. M. C. A. made arrangements to import lecturers for regular courses

almost as soon as it was organized. The first course of lectures in the winter of 1855-56 brought Park Benjamin, Edwin P. Whipple, Henry B. Stanton and Henry W. Ellsworth, minister t0 Sweden and Norway in Polk's Administration, then and until his death a resident of Indianapolis. The next year, 1856-57, the Y. M. C. A. had some competition, because by that time the Young Men's Literary Association also started a lecture course. The celebrities that season were Theodore Parker, Henry Ward Beecher, John B. Gough (the temperance man), Elihu Burritt (the “Learned Blacksmith”), George Sumner, brother of Charles, and Edward Everett By 1860 the culture business warranted bringing Bavard Tavlor and Ralph Waldo Emerson, who talked on “Clubs or Conversation.” It was the year, too, Lola Montez turned up Lola's real name was Elise Gilbert, The daughter of an Irishman by a Spanish mother, she began her extraordinary life of adventure at the age of 15 by eloping with an English officer. She accompanied him to India, rode up to Simla on an elephant, and became the toast of Anglo-Indian society. Her hushand died and she decided to go to Paris where she became acquainted with several leading literary gentlemen, including Alexandre Dumas, pere. She subsequently became a revolutionist and later still deserted the secret societies for the stage.

Captures King's Heart In 1847 she turned up in Munich as a dancer. Bae= varia at that time was ruled by Ludwig I, a king whose range of interests was wide and versatile, Not only was he a practical statesman, but he was also a poet, a patron of the arts, a philanthropist, and a PaneGerman at a time when nobody knew what that meant. Wide as his interests were, however, nobody had any idea they would include Lola Montez. That's where he fooled everybody. He fell in love with Lola at first sight, despite the fact that he was 60 yéars old at the time. When his infatuation had reached the peint that he wanted to make Lola a countess, the ministry of Bavaria stepped in, and told him where to get off. And sure enough, in 1848 Ludwig suddenly and unexpectedly abdicated in favor of his son who turned out to be the patron of Richard Wagner—the one, too, who was known as the Mad King. Strangely enough, Ludwig saw little of Lola after that, She had found other fish to fry, When you consider that Lola showed up in Ine dianapolis just 12 years after this happened, you'd think she'd have plenty to talk about. As a matter of fact, her lecture in Masonic Hall was a complete flop. So much so that many of our citizens went to the box office and wanted their money back. I can't

Mr. Scherrer

i help it if some of my stories end that way,

Jane Jordan—

Man Is Irritated by Woman Whe

Pursues Him, Jane Tells Reader. TEAR JANE JORDAN=Seven vears ago I met a man whose wife was dead. I was married at the time but separated from my husband. 1 fell deep= ly in love with him. He realized that I was getting serious so one night he told me it was best for us to part. That night did something to me and life seemed bitter from then on. I went back to my husband but we separated again. Six long vears went by and I never heard from the one I loved al

though we were only a few miles apart.

One day last spring I was looking through a phone book and there was his name. An electric thrill shot through me and I called him up. He was very glad to hear from me and we started to go together again. But once more he warned me not to get serious and said that was why he quit me the He thought I had gotten over my serious= it. He

| never did take me anywhere, only for long drives,

but then I was satisfied just to be with him; it was so heavenly. I realized I was more deeply in love with him than ever; so I wrote him a letter and told him it was best to part again as I still loved him. A week after I sent the letter I called him and he came back. ’ Then one night some friends of mine were going out and they called him and asked him to take an extra girl. They did not tell him it was I. He came and I never saw anyone so angry in my life. He said if I had called myself he would have e¢ome and we would have had a swell time. He said he was throua. and has never been back since. I have talked to him on the phone several times and he is kind but as far as coming back, I don't know what to think. Ha told me he wanted to be a friend to me but I wouldn't let him, Please try to advise me. ALOHA,

Answer=I think you would do well to accept the fact that the man doesn't love you deeply and stop romancing about him. Nothing is more irritating to a man than to have a woman whose society he enjoys casually fall head over heels in love with him and then tell hiin about it. All he wanted was a pleasant time, but you made such heavy emotional going of it that you frightened him away, Many a girl in your situation has had the wisdom to keep still about her own feeling until the man grew

| so dependent upon her for companionship, admiration

and support that her loss would have left a dreadful gap in his life. Then, instead of declaring her love, she made him fear he couldn't get her, and the next thing the man knew he was married. This man has tried his best to get you to accept what he has to give, his friendship, and you couldn't wait to see if a closer tie would develop. Your devos tion may be flattering to him in one way, but in another it is a nuisance, for it places a responsibility on him which he didn’t ask for, and it makes him une comfortable. I do think his objection to the trick vour friends played on him was more serious than the occasion warranted. If you hadn't pursued him in other ways, such ac calling him on the phone, he might not have been so irritated. This vou know: He doesn’t want the discomfort of having vou care more for him than he cares for you, and he doesn't like to be the victim of tricks. He won't be high=-pressured into a love affair. Try to interest yourself in somebody who wants to be idealized and adored instead of wasting youre self on someone who wants to be left alone. JANE JORDAN,

Put your problems in a letter to Jane Jordan, who will answer your questions in this column daily,

T will be interesting to see the results of the elees tion about to be held in Russia. Inasmuch as Stalin controls the munitions plants it looks as if he will be elected by an overwhelming popular vote. His platform boasts that he has eliminated the high cost of living. He's done even more, He's elimi« nated living for many All the votes for Stalin will be counted by the commisgsar of elections and everybody who votes for Trotsky will be counted by the coroner. Stalin, under communism, is much better off, so to speak, than a president under democracy. Over there the only time you read about a rebel Senator is in the newspaper obituary column,