Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 October 1937 — Page 13

From Indiana — Ernie Pyle

'Three Men on Horse' Has Nothing On Three Boys of Ketchum, Who Plan to Ride a Bull to New York.

K ETCHUM, Ida., Oct. 20.—There was a play a few years ago in New York entitled “Three Men on a Horse.” We're having something out here which might be called “Three Men on Two Horses,

a Mule and a Bull.” The whole thing began about a month ago. “Red” Wood, a husky young fellow from Boise, was working behind the desk at a hotel here. After work one night he went up to his room, and in the room above him he heard a guitar going and some cowboy warbling, and the heavy tap-tap-tap of a rhythmic boot. If there’s anything Red loves it’s music, and when he couldnt stand it any longer he went up and joined the party. The two fellows " up there were Ted Terry and Vic © Lusk, one time cowboys out of a i job. So they all played and sang awhile, and found they were pretty good harmonizers. And then they sat around and talked, and one word led to another till they got off onto an idea of why not be singing cowboys, and ride a bull clear from here to New York City. “It's so preposterous,” Red said, “it couldn't help but be a success.” But there were drawbacks, the chief of which was that they didn’t have a bull, or any money to buy one. But next day they went around to the few merchants of Ketchum, and explained their idea. They got $10 here and $5 there, and finally raised around $130. . They have spent the last month getting their outfit together. It takes more than just a bull, of course; because three men can’t ride one bull all the way to New York City.

Tell ’Em by Their Shirts

So, on the eve of their great departure, they are equipped as follows: Three 10-gallon hats, checkered shirts, flowing bow ties, overalls, bright gloves and high-heeled cowboy boots. They look just the way New Yorkers think cowboys look. And in addition to this royal regalia, they have: , One two-year-old Durham-Hereford bull, named Ohadi, which is Idaho spelled backwards. One 10-year-old white saddle horse named Silver Bell. One beautiful bay saddle horse named Laddie Boy. And one coal black mule named Josephine. The people of Ketchum go “ho ho ho!” at the idea of riding a bull to New York. It's probably the cause of more comment than anything since the Union Pacific built the Sun Valley lodge here. The citizens do a lot of kidding about it but everybody hopes the boys will get there, though nobody thinks they will. “That bull will go about two miles every morning,” they say, “and then he'll get tired and lie down, and you couldn't get him up with a tractor. Just wait, they'll see.” The boys say they’ll make it. They count on only about six miles a day, because a bull can’t (or at least won't) go very fast. They figure the trip will take two years. They're shooting for the 193¢ World's Fair.

My Diary

By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt

Democracy Widening U. S. Appeal

To Average Man, Taxi Driver Says. EW YORK CITY, Tuesday.—As I look back over my day yesterday, I seem chiefly to have been going to and from speeches during the afternoon and evening. The people who stand out in my mind are the very kindly taxi drivers. Two of them were very nice and told me their wives would be much interested when they told them they had a chance to talk to me. One driver told me something which greatly impressed me. He said he felt the average man today could talk more intelligently about his Government than ever before and that for the first time average men felt a real sense of responsibility to keep in touch with what was going on. If that is a general feeling, it augurs well for us in the future. This is the season of the year when the community Mobilization for Human Needs takes place. It is the women’s function in this group to interpret to the community the achievements of the various charitable and social organizations supported by the Community Chests. It seems unnecessary to tell people about the functions of organizations which they can see in operation, but so many people take little or no interest in social organizations that it is a good thing each year for the women to go to work and gather the facts and make them known. A rather touching card came up this evening at the end of my speech. I was attempting to answer questions which ran from the proper pronunciation of my name to, “What do you consider an adequate standard of living in New York City.” A slip of paper was handed me Which said in substance that the writer had grown up and lived in an environment of poverty in a big city, but that she thought I knew more about certain conditions than even she did, and that I had taught her a great deal. It was a great compliment, for it meant that I had succeeded in making real to her conditions in other parts of the counry. It taught me that if you have seen a thing at first hand and felt it, you are able to paint it so that it seems truthful to somebody else.

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Two men jumped out and entered the bank as the doors opened for business May 25. Lyle Constable, president, looked up from his desk into the muzzle of a pistol; likewise did the assistant cashier, Mrs. Leona Hamilton. The robber leader spotted the hands of the

wall clock: 8:59 a. m. “Don’t move,” came the order. “The time lock will open the vault at 9.” He looked at Mr. Consta“Then you'll open her up.” ” ” un T 9:03 the gunmen backed toward the door with $4000. The shorter one paused at the door. A minute later the maroon sedan with its three occupants had disappeared westward. With the first flash State Police headquarters radioed instructions to state troopers to converge on all highways around Goodland to cut off escape. Less than an hour after the robbery, State Patrolman Paul Minneman and Deputy Sheriff Elmer Craig had stopped scores of cars at a road intersection, a few miles northwest of Logansport and 50 miles east of Goodland. “Look at this one come,” yelled Officer Craig. “Must be doing 80.” Officer Minneman took one look and started tossing up his portable sandbag barrier. Brakes screamed. The car backed in a half-turn. A maroon sedan. An instant later it was roaring back toward the west, outdistancing police bullets. The patrol car drove off in pursuit, Officer Minneman at the wheel. But the maroon sedan quickly Jost them in the criss-cross maze of local roads. ” 2 ” FFICER MINNEMAN and his companion began a mile-by-mile coverage of every road mm the seemingly hopeless task of picking up the cold trail. As they sped past a little white schoolhouse, Officer Craig spotted a car behind the building. A maroon sedan. “There they are!” he shouted. The state car skidded across the road as Officer Minneman jerked it to a stop. He leaped out and into a hail of steel-jacketed siugs. Officer Minneman collapsed before he could fire a sho! with 51 bullets in or through his body.

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The car was riddled. Officer Craig was wounded. The gangsters stripped Officer Minneman and the state car of weapons and ammunition, The maroon sedan disappeared. It was some time before the tragedy was discovered and Officers Minneman and Craig rushed to a Logansport hospital. Officer Minneman lingered in spite of his 51 wounds, then died. Officer Craig recovered.

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HE gang again evaded capture and State Police and local authorities linked it with the holdup of the Farmland, Ind, State Bank, April 27, the $7000 First National Bank robbery at Plymouth, Mich., early in May. Early in June the hunt centered around Lima, O., and with a score of officers searching the countryside, the gang struck again. This time it was the First National Bank of North Baltimore, O. Less than two weeks after the murder of Officer Minneman, Cashiers Paul Rockwell and George Sponsler found themselves under the guns of Brady and Dalhover. Shaffer remained outside covering the street with a machine gun. As State Patrolman W. D. Zink rolled north on U., S. 25 toward Bowling Green on a routine investigation he caught the robbery broadcast in his patrol car. He stopped to inquire of a farmer if a sedan had passed with three men.

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T THAT instant it arrived. Sighting the uniform and the patrol car, Shaffer ground the machine to a stop. Dalhover and Brady leaped out and opened fire as he turned it around. At a range of 150 feet, pistol against machine guns, Officer Zink stood his ground until the gangsters climbed back in their car and raced back north. “Call the State Police,” Officer Zink shouted to the farmer as he started in pursuit. 2Zig-zagging, careening and skidding over dirt and gravel, his revolver on the seat beside him, Officer Zink closed in as they neared Bloomfield Center. The battle was on again, the nervy officer trying to outshoot the machine gunners ahead, firing and reloading his pistol with his left hand while he drove with his right. No man could win against such odds and Officer Zink probably was saved from death when the motor of the patrol car sputtered and died. So it continued through June

N a number of opinions the U. S. Supreme Court has effectually amended the Constitution and paved the way for the Federal Government to write a just labor code, legislate for the general welfare and co-oper-ate with other nations in raising world living standards, according to an article in The American Bar Association Journal by Louis B. Wehle, prominent New York attorney.

“The Court's recent decisions,” writes Mr. Wehle, "have cleared up a tangle of Federal and state inhibitions and have resolved a gigantic Constitutional complex—a complex that for a generation has prevented the United States from possessing a system of social justice as to labor essential to sound development.” Mr. Wehle dwells particularly on four recent “amendments” written by the Court. In its Jones & Laugh-

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Supreme Court Decisions Pave Way to Labor Code

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lin decision validating the Wagner | Labor Act the Court greatly broad-

ened the Federal commerce power

to regulate industry within a state. | In its Social Security Act opinions it broadened Congress’ power to tax |

for the general welfare, “an epoch= making departure into Federal regulation of industry and life within the states.” Through Federal grants-in-aid the struggle for uniformity among the states has been mitigated. This recent “release from a long Constitutional frustration” puts America abreast of other nations, Mr. Wehle says, and permits government to exercise its treaty powers in pledging itself to work with the International Labor Office, of which it is a member, for further national and international standards.

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HEN came the sensational gun battle with Baltimore police who surprised the trio with two cars, carrying an arsenal sufficient to arm a platoon, about to start out on another raid into Ohio. It was a chance meeting, and the officers, caught unaware, were subjected to a murderous machine gun fire which disabled their car on the outskirts of Baltimore. But they succeeded in putting one of the robbers’ cars out of commission. When Indiana police reached Baltimore, the Brady gangsters had done a fadeout. But they got some startling information. The abandoned car had carried a load of weapons and ammunition. Dalhover and Shaffer had taken to themselves wives during the months they had headquarters in Baltimore and raided Ohio and Michigan. Brady was “engaged.” The following day a dark coupe pulled up in front of the little postoffice at the intersection of State Routes 117 and 385, known as Roundhead.

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hig NYTHING for May White?” asked the hatless, open= shirted man. Postmaster Darwin Coulter flipped his letters and shook his head in the negative, The man's face twitched. “She's expecting it and it’s important,” he replied. “When’s the next mail?” “Tomorrow.” The next day he was back. And the day after. But the letter for

® May White had not arrived. The

stranger shrugged and made out a forwarding address, general delivery, Cincinnati. The following day the letter for May White arrived from Dayton but the man in the coupe never came back. Nor was the letter

On the fifth day posters containing the pictures of the Brady | gangsters, notices of the rewards ! for their capture were received at the postoffice for distribution to gas station attendants, restaurant proprietors and the like. Mr. Coulter took one look. Then | he ran down to the gas station at the corner to see Charles Acheson. # =» =»

HE man that had loafed at the postoffice and Acheson's lunch stand was none other than Brady, Mr, Coulter immediately notified Inspector J. F. Cordary at Lima and he in turn advised Police Chief Ward Taylor. But Brady and his blond woman friend had left a Cincinnati hotel 24 hours before. Then followed a meeting of poplice heads of five states in In-

A WOMAN'S VIEW By Mrs. Walter Ferguson

on the Klan question:

Klan.

COUNTRY editor in Oklahoma has said what might well have been said by Justice Hugo Black

“I was a member of the Ru-Klux That membership was a

“comes home.” the side of the box bearing his casket, the trans-

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portation certificate read: His one-way ticket from Bangor, Me., cost $72.

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Brady Gang Reaches End of Trail

Cowardly Hoodlums Fight Their Last Gun Battle and Lose—to G-Men

(Last of a Series)

J ITTLE did anyone realize that the theft of Miss Elizabeth McGee's maroon sedan in Bellefontaine, O., by the cowardly Al Brady and his kill-crazy companions, Clarence Lee Shaffer Jr. and the runty James Dalhover, presaged a reign of outlawry. With Indiana State Police, reinforced by county sheriffs, searching Indiana following a series of bank robberies in April and May, 1937, the maroon sedan pulled up in front of the State Bank of Goodland, Ind., eight miles east of Kentland, Brady’s birthplace.

“Occupation—Bandit.”

Times Photos. Here he is

“back home again” in Marion County Jail.

dianapolis to map plans for con= certed action to meet the menace of the Brady gang. Attending were: Supt. Walter Williams, Illinois; Director Donald Stiver, Indiana; Commissioner Oscar Olander, Michigan; Supt. Lynn Black, Ohio, and Supt. E. O. Huey, Kentucky. Just a few days later, the Brady boys reached the end of the trail. Brady was shot down in a Bangor (Me.) street, cowardly re=treating. In his hand was the pistol he took from Officer Min= neman after fatally wounding him,

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HEY buried him in a Bangor potter’s field. No one claimed his body. funeral. Shafer also died in the gutter. He was buried last week in Indianapolis. He, too, died in retreat,

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shot down by G-Men, Bangor and Indiana police. Dalhover is in Marion County Jail, still bragging. Authorities have not agreed on where Dalhover will be tried, or on what charge. But they agree that death in the electric chair

is almost certain. Like the Dillinger they said they would “make look like a piker,” the Kkill-crazy Brady gang learned too late that “crime does not pay.”

See this page tomorrow for "A BIRTHDAY PARTY MAKES LIFE SAFER"

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Our Town

By Anton Scherrer

Moral—Never Dismount Your Bike To Go to Bat for Beaten Woman; She May Resent 'Socking' Husband.

HINGS everybody around here ought to know: When Fred Drinkut was a 200« pound or better bicycle cop (circa 1900), he was sent to the South Side to bring in a witness who had disregarded a subpena. Ha

never got there, because on the way he heard a man and a woman having an argument. Next thing he saw was the man paste the woman one in the face. It was a nice uppercut, says Cap. Every=

body arcund here calls him Cap. Well, Cap jumped off his wheel, and gave the man an uppercut, too. Whereupon the woman picked herself up, and addressed Cap: “You big bum,” she said, “look what you went and done-—you hit my husband.” Maybe you've heard it before, but it’s nice to know how these old ones originated. There’s the one, too, about Carl Walk's grandfather. Grandfather Walk arrived in Indianapolis in 1838 and didn't leave Marion County aftep that. During his stay here, he made the boots worn by the Rev. Henry Ward Beecher. On one occasion when it came time to settle, the minister gave Carl’s grandfather an order for his pay on the treasurer of the Second Presbyterian Church of which the Rev. Mr. Beecher was pastor. The treasurer ran a grocery where the Odd Fele low’s Building now stands, and there was no mistake ing the place because he always kept a barrel of salt in front of his store. When the shoemaker called to cash the order, the treasurer refused to pay in any=thing but groceries, including, of course, some salt. It made Mr. Beecher see red when he heard of it. “I'm not preaching for groceries, but for real money,” he said, “Come with me, and I'll get your pay.” He did, too. And once upon a time when Mrs. Howard Foltz was known as Luise Harris, she sent out a pile of ine vitations for a party. Believe it or not, the way things worked out, not a soul came to her party. I can exe plain that, too.

Invitations Failed to Arrive

She had intrusted her father with mailing the invitations. Ed Harris, if you're interested. Well, Mr. Harris was called to Terre Haute that same day, and while there he came across the letters in his pocket. He mailed them. The reason they didn’t reach Indianapolis was because they were all ade dressed “City —see? It doesn’t always work that way, however. The other day, for instance, an Indianapolis man ade dressed a letter to the Power & Light people, “City," and found himself in Chicago before he had time to mail it. It reached its destination all right because the Indianapolis Power & Light Co. has a Chie cago office. I'll bet you never knew that. And no matter what anybody may say to the contrary, it was Franklin Landers of Indianapolis who first said. “The man who doesn’t like the smell of a hog is a l-e-e-tle too nice to live.”

Mr. Scherrer

Jane Jordan—

Lonesome Mother Asked Whether She Failed in Her Training of Son.

Dae JANE JORDAN—Wiill you please tell me what you think of a son who does not come to see his mother and does not speak to her? There is a neighbor lady who tells him not to speak to me. We never had a word before this neighbor lady told him that I think more of his brother than I do of him, Both boys are married and it is the youngest who will not speak nor allow his wife to speak. I don’t like to live like this. I only have the two boys and I love them both. Do you think I should go to see the youngest boy anyhow, when he will not speak or allow his wife to speak? I think he is afraid he will have to give me a meal. It has been nearly three and a half years since he asked me to come to his house. Now I want you to advise me what you think best to do with a son of this type. MRS. L. H. B.

Answer—There is more in your boy's estrangement from you than the fact that a neighbor woman told him you thought more of his brother than you did of him, but you haven't told me what it is. No son turns on his mother for so small a provocation. When did your trouble with him begin? It was not recently I am sure, but long ago. What happened recently must have been the culmination of an exe tended series of disagreements between you. In my opinion a woman really has to work hard at the job of losing her son’s love, for his instinct is to cling to her far longer than he should. It is no trick at all for a woman to win her son’s love but quite a feat to lose it. Very few women who have recalcie trant sons realize what they have done to cause the rebellion. A mother stands in danger of losing her son's ree gard if she insists upon unfailing obedience regardless of whether the obedience is exacted because it is right or simply to gratify some whim of the mother. Constant criticism, constant depreciation of a child's efforts, unfavorable comparison with another child, makes him feel uncertain of his parent's love and generates an angry attitude. Constant intere ference with the child's wishes without the substi tution of other satisfactions to fulfill his needs will bring about a separation from the parent in later years. At the opposite extreme there is the overindulgent parent, filled with unreasonable anxieties for the child’s welfare. Under the guise of love some parents put unnecessary restrictions on a child's freedom to come and go, to choose his own friends, to engage in sports to which a certain danger is attached, such

oh Ik m Bg , as football and swimming. The attempt to guard a at child from all risks and otherwise hinder his develop=SI ment from child to adult either keeps him a timid creature shivering under the parental wing, or makes him hopping mad. Your son has been storing up things against you for some years or he would not have accepted the neighbor’s statement that you thought more of his brother. Have you interfered with him too much? Have you been too bossy and too concerned with his affairs since his marriage? The problem as you state it deals with his doubt of being loved as much as his brother. I should think you could make the first move toward a reconciliation with success, if you will withhold your reproaches, forgetting what is due for the moment, while you try to understand his revolt, JANE JORDAN,

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

Walter O'Keefe —

E Government has submitted the October budget report and one thing is clear—F. D. R, doesn’t need brain trusters from college as much as he does one fellow from grammar school who knows how to add and subtract, To measure the deficit just put a period on a piece of paper and then write numbers to the left of it until you're exhausted. Wall Street reports that the ticker is running behind. That's all right, but we don’t want it to run so far back that it looks like 1928. The solution is easy. All we've got to do is to make the stock market prices as high as those in th® meat market,

valuable lesson to me. It is my one reason for hating all dictator gove ernments. If the Klan had accomplished what it set out to do, there would have been established in this country the lowest form of dictatorship. “The Klan worked on class hatred and religious prejudice. It was doomed to failure. It was not | American and could not have lived in a democracy. But it was a real lesson to a lot of us who today are mature men and realize because of it the full danger of religious intolerance and racial hatreds. “We know now that having been born in the United States is no sure proof that we are 100 per cent Americans. We also realize that by all odds the most un-American thing we ever encountered in our national life was the Klan. “Possibly you wish to ask why I write thus openly of an organization which has pledged me to secrecy. Ill tell you. The Klan broke every promise it ever made to me. It worked on my passions and natural emotions instead of my common sense and better judgment. It subjected me to more shame and humiliation than any self-respecting man likes to experience in a lifetime. In short, it made a sap out of me.” If, as we are taught, man learns by experience, then Justice Black will be more tolerant, more sane and indefinitely more just to the persecuted, because 15 years ago the Klan made a sap out of him,

ta & Rinehart) has shown, in what is at times an al- | H most lurid light, the hidden forces active in the conflict between labor and the industrialists. There are the men, some big and some little, who make it their business to furnish spies, strikebreakers, and arms to employers who fear labor trouble, and who, more= over, find it to their interests to foment trouble. There are the labor leaders, suspicious and uneasy, aware | that their ranks are honeycombed by spies and potential traitors. And brooding over it all is the slight- | ly fantastic figure of Dr. Jenns, who cynically prepares | the way for a society where both labor and industry shall be the pawns of a ‘triumphant oligarchy of finance. Ordinary enough, all the people who walk through these pages. Their significance comes from the sense of hidden ferment, coming disaster, which the author

manages to convey.

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«gy» ALD, long-nosed, irresistible lover, hero specked with mud, poet by nature, sinner by impulse, fugitive by necessity, triumphant over circumstance, vietimi of circumstance”’—thus John Erskine paints the romantic and enigmatic figure who passes through the pages of THE BRIEF HOUR OF FRANCOIS VILLON (Bobbs-Merrill). Born in 15th Century Paris, reared by the chaplain, his godfather—or was he his real father?—precocious, | imaginative, eager to taste life and love, Francois | Villon early earned for himself the name of the greatest rogue in France. Tt is John Erskine's pleasure to recreate the life of this French poet from the shadowy | legends which cluster about his name, imagining him | as one who did not understand himself until too late, one whose vices and virtues were those of a generous and ardent nature, one who, though sinning, was much sinned against. And as a background to this reckless yet gentle adventurer, we see the pageant of medieval France—preiate, hangman, juggler, harlot, \, hobleman, poet and thief,

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