Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 December 1937 — Page 13

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ABOARD S. S. ‘LURLINE, Dec. 13.- — Every morning the ‘ship issues a newspaper. It’s really more like a magazine than a newspaper. It’s on slick paper, and has

beautiful photographs. It has four solid pages of radio news, and eight pages of ads and interesting information about Hawaii. - It also has helpful items such as telling you to set your watch back half an hour every night, and it announces the ship's entertain ment program. for the day. | Today's program consisted of _ “horse racing” (a gambling game) - in the forenoon; “deck sports” in the afternoon; cinema after dinner, and then dancing. Well, after lunch, when my wife started up to sit.in her deck chair, I said as a joke, “Be sure to watch the deck sports program, Why don’t you enter the potato-sack : race?” I stayed in the cabin for an Mr, Pyle hour and then decided to go up for. a little air. And what I saw on deck made me cry out—for there were five persons hopping across the deck in potato sacks. Honest! And that wasn't the worst of it. The first thing 1 knew the stewards had got out a couple of sawhorses and some two-by-fours, and had first-class passengers sawing their hearts out in front of the crowd’ to see who could saw fastest. Then they had a women’s nail-driving contest. The women did exceedingly well, and not a thumb

was smashed. But the last event was the final blow to my

"faith in a solid world.

They got six men up before the crowd, sat them in chairs, put napkins around their necks, and handed each one a bottle of milk with a nipple on it. The one who sucked out the most milk in three minutes was the winner. You can’t know how such conduct as this has distressed me. And -to think it was actually encouraged by the. ship’s officers, who smiled and made - jokes and directed the contestants. - Another thing that has hurt me is the leniency toward informality in dress aboard this ship. Before leaving San Francisco I had been told that everybody had to dress fon dinner, and that if you didn’t you would be extremely conspicuous. a

"All His Fears Are Ungrounded

1 trembled with fear at what would happen to

_ me, slthough highly approving of -the dressing-for-

dinner custom. But nothing happened to me. I found that you

"not only don’t have to dress, but that you're not even conspicuous if you don’t.

About two-thirds of ‘the men do appear for dinner in tuxedos, a smattering come in ‘white coat and black pants, and the rest of us in anything from a businéss suit to a polo shirt. It 1s comfortable, but disillusioning. « As we near the tropical heat, the head waiters and the ‘better dressers amang the younger set give us a display of what is being worn this year for

~ semiformal evenings.

It’s a white linen coat, black pants, and black

bow tie. The coats look sillier on the men than

Empress Eugenie hats used to on women. It has just occurred to me that this is the 11th ship I've traveled on this year. It has. also just oc--curred to me that everything is damp. Your clothes, and you, and everything you touch, are laden down with. dampness. © And so tomorrow we will be in Hawaii. We will,

{that is, it the captain knows his business, and if ¢ \ there is a captain. Both are mere assumptions on |

part. During this vhole voyage I have never laid eyes. captain's dinner tonight. And as for his knowing his business, this ship has been going straight south for four days now. But I mustn’t criticize, for there are so many new ways of doing things. I notice the sun has taken to setting-in-the south. too.

jt even ‘find him at the

‘My Diary

By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt

Gridiron Widows' Fete Provides Lots of Enjoyment for First Lady.

ASHINGTON, Sunday.—Yestertday, when we rehearsed our evening stunt, I arrived- at blind spots twice and my mind remained a perfect blank until. I heard someone beseechingly saying the first word of my line.. I thought of two perfectly delightful articles by Mrs. Charlotte Reeve Conower, an old lady of 80, which I read recently. She emphasized the acceptance of the drawbacks of old age and I am beginning to think one of the things one should accept is the position of onlooker rather than partaker. I am sure, however, we all enjoyed our preparation for our Gridiron Widows’ party far more than do the gentlemen who give the real Gridiron Dinner. To us, it is not too serious and the group, which

‘includes the Cabinet ladies, a few other aids and myself, takes it all in rather a light vein. We really

must make fun of ourselves now and then, or we wotild be in danger here in Washington of taking our-

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-I hope everyone enjoyed the Gridiron Widows* party as much as I did. It was all “off the record” for the press as far as the stunts were concerned, so I must live up to the rules for my.guests. “I went over to the Corcoran Art Gallery Saturday to see the exhibition of “paintings, sculptures miniatures by the ‘Society of Washingten Artists. very good show. only trouble came when I was asked to vote I thought was the best canvas in the contest e the most popular artist. Somehow I never I finally put down a picture I would algo chose a number for a drawing having won in any game an t choice aid ne d not seem to me so serious. Nan Cook and I had time to see the exhibihistorical Daintings which is, I believe, going be open until Feb On the whole; I think I like the old portraits by ley the best. | : asain fol down to see Franklin and |

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. Ethel at Charlottesville. It will be the first time we ; have seen. their home.

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New Books Today

Public Library Presents—

IA of palaces, elephants, monkeys and jungles is { ' the India’ pictured in Frances Hubbard Flah-

erty’s book entitled. ELEPHANT DANCE

letters where she and her hus-

* band were filming the picture, she conveys something

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xperience, the great necessity for knowledge of the people and the the care that must be taken in planning

fation of India does not emphasize is but ibes the mysterious and |

(Scribziot Mrs, Flaherty. 3 the ie of he Sector of ephant Boy,” recent motion picture. means of | written from Mysore

(First of a:{ of a {Jeries)

By Negley Farson “ A LL for belly?” sneered

watched the crates of whisky, jams, biscuits, condiments and wha; have you, being swung overside into lighters off Bar ‘bados. We had reached the first of the Western islands. After 10 days of meaningless sea and vaporous. clouds on the horizon, he was back once more amidst the clatter of deck winches and ‘drays, swinging cargo booms, the pungent, profit-promising stench of ‘warehouses—the life of the trader—the life of the islands—the life that was to dominate our ship from now on. It simply made a new man of him. Hitherto. he had . been just a dark little chestnut in the same corner of the smoking room, singing quietly to himself as he read in Gujerati. ‘Got shop,” he told me—“Got finest

everything.” Barbados (21 by 14 miles) with its rising patchviork of green fields, might have een almost any part of the. seaconst of southern England—were it not for those palm trees gently ‘waving over the pink trading ‘sheds at the water edge—sheds whicl. were to witness a minor tragedy that day. One of the men on our boat. who had simply doubled in size the minute he had got back into tropic white, was a quiet little trader from Trinidad. He wasn’t the boss of his fiim, but he held a good job in (it; and as we neared them, he gnd his wife be=

islands—not a big. life, they said; but they had a tungalow by the sea: they could swim when they wanted; play tennis after he came back from the oflice, and, before dinner, have three or four gin swizzles at the club. «Much more,” he said with surprising modesty, ‘than a man of my ability could: ver hope to get out of life in Englan land.”

And this time when they were back’ “home ¢l.ondon~-and it was the first titae they has been there for nine years), they . had gone to the 10-tent store and ahi an entire frunkload of toys for the children. “It's quantity,”

me a list of what they had bought. Tomorrow we're to reach Trinidad. «“youw'll| understand,” he said, “won’t you, if‘I don’t take you around in Trinidad?" You see, the kids. . . “Of course!” I tad, And there; in ‘those sheds lying a vt dl “Wait over

When he came back on the ship, his face was giay. He had re-

things while his wife went on. “Now listen, Mamma,” he said. “Don’t you gije: Johnny that railway train--I want to give him that. I want to:show him how:it works.” “All right,” she smiled consclingly. “If only Joknny will wait.” “Don’t you tell" him about it then!” he almost: screamed. He turned to me and there was - madness in his eyes: “I'll get to Trinidad if I have to take a schooner!” '

HERE'S dati. of Nelson in Bridgetown, Barbados. It is in Trafalgar Square. And he looks as if he had just stepped up there, gazing ‘at the white crosstrces of the “sailing ships in the “careenage” against thzplue sky, listening to the sound. of calking mallets just as they wergein his day. Tall palms stand sntinel ‘behind him

a Hindu as he:

shop Curacao —sell you

gan to talk more about life in the - §

AES they had four children.

“the. plantations with a q was:

Barbados pendirig instructions.” -

turned to pack some of his own

Dotting the placid 1 harbor of: Bridgetown,

Tra nsgressor in tH e Lure of Barbados Takes Trader Back to West Indies,

little boats. This West, Indies port is an. outpost. of the tropics where

he said with a half smile. He gave ;

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Canadian National Railways Photes.

Sugar production is the: chief business of Barbados. Here is one of

uaint Dutch appearance given by the windmill

mixed. with the tropical: suggestion lent by the palm in the foreground.

and a stand of scarlet poinsettia seems paying - homage to the exalted dead. ‘I was so. touched by ‘this that

when I came back aboard I spoke.

about it to. an” Englishwoman on the ship. " “Fos, ‘it’s touching,” ‘she said.

“This whole place is simply redo-

lent of his day—it’s the nearest place to Nelson on this earth. I hope they can keep Barbados out of this rotten world.” “As far as I can remember,” I said, “it'is the first time I have ever seen a scarlet poinsettia—at any rate, such beautiful ones.” “Beautiful .. . my...” She fell

- back -as “though exhausted in

“Scarlet poinsettia! . Do you know what I'd like to do? . Oh, well, it’sino. use.” “What's the matter?” I was alarmed at the commotion I had caused. She was biting her lip.

AALS live in the tropics: for a:while-. , . youll get Ie hate those. Sowers . ate and any-

thing vivid or brilliant , ,..;and those little .things that grow. on cactus: or cacti or whatever I should ‘call the beastly vaigs, you'll loathe them! “You see,” she said when” she had cooled a bit. I:live in Colombia.: My husband's’ .a. contractor there, I've .nothing against - Colombia—I loved it when I first went there. But, of’ course, we always thought in terms of coming home. We-did—he made a lot of money—if only he’d 1 ken it out. My—when . you that —80 easy ...” She sat up and her voice was hard: “Slump . . . lost every stiver we had in England . . . tried to get back what we had out here . . .-couldn’t. because of the exchange restrictions . . . et voila! My

. kids are at school in England, and

I and the Old Man:have a nice— Iatge house ‘at . Barranquilla yd ‘that’s a‘ ‘sort of * sun-scorched Colombia ° Mianii—where, 1 suppose, we shall end our days. Don't ‘talk to me hott. searlet poin-

on to:South America. -

: Here are’ ‘she labor is perform

Barbados natives at work in the sugar cane. "leisurely by workers far removed fromthe bustle of

Barbados, are numerous wahifes” supplant the conventional clothes: ‘of the traveler ‘a8 he ‘heads

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‘the: port of Bridgetown. Palm: trees sentinel the sugar cane’ fields.

settia—our- garden is rimmed ‘with

them.” ; “1 won't, 2.1 ‘promised. “Have a

ren and vou can’ think oF

anything stronger than a douse whisky—order that.

NEXT—The bull fight in, o-

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Camera Records Li fe in Land of Barbarians

AN FRANCISCO, ‘Dec. 43 . P.). J —Nicol . Sinith, young San Francisco. explorer’ and: adventurer, has returned to his home here from a 'sit-montl exploration ‘ trip to lonely Hainan Island, off: the southeast coast of ‘China. - - Smith brought; back hundreds of

photographs, botanical . specimens | 4

and maps of ‘the ‘remote: island. ‘He recorded , native: lifé on more than 4000 feet of sound film

‘Hainan Island . is ‘northeast cof:

China coast. : and 95 miles; wide. Until Mr. Sthith's’ recent explorations” ‘in .the interior of the island no white man had ever penetrated plana. ‘The: island 1s populated by - pilmitive | ‘natives of Malay origin who still hunt with; poisoned arrows. Mr. Smith ‘had: several »wcloge shaves” with ‘death on “his latest trip, he said.” -On one Secasion Hie car: was attacked by a h buffalo and - at another | said, an airplane in, which. he vas flying - from to Canton, to get permission. take. photographs. in: the island’s * Anterior, was forced to land in ‘the wild tiger district of Liu Chow. in: South China, miles from’ civilization.

™ the heart of the wild Hainan country Smith almost died from the. effects. of ‘a severe sunstroke. On’ ‘another occasion: quick action of a companion saved him from drown-

‘ing’ in+a swift mountain stream.

+ Mr, Smith’ made the only motion

‘pictues’ ever taken of the Loi aborigine tribes of Hainan and -obtained recordings of their native music.

‘A.rare Hainan bear, captured Wy

‘the: expedition, “died before: jue Indo-China Off the | southeastern | Hoare] fon or, “It is 190 ‘miles. Jong | the

and the:animal was ‘stuffed... It was only ‘bear: of : this species: ever

je by: a ‘white’ person, Mr. Smith ‘said.

.Araong other trophies was the skin of a 14-foot. python, killed by a ‘member of the exploring party. At the completion of his Hainan

:Island exploration, Mr. Smith trav-

eled to. Yunnan on the Burme-Ti-betan. border. While there, he ‘was the first white. man: to visit Kocbui, the: “mystery city ‘of “Asia;” in more

fer | than 20 years. In Kocbui, Mr.

said, 25,000 chlidren have

‘been sold into slavery.

: In: the; past 10 years. Mr. Smith

‘has: toured unusual, out-of-the-way

sections of Europe, Asia, America

and the South Seas. He has made

extensive e lorations in the: inte-

= rigor. of Dutch Guiana.

Side Glances—By C Clark

{ | puppies and.

A WOMAN'S VIEW.

| By. Mrs. Walter Ferguson : you feel like sobbing today’ Tet's

Sob over’ little’ Orom - Older, "8-year-old Akron boy. who died, miserably a few weeks ago of rabies con-

tracted fromibe: ifs” of 4’ S68Y |

dog. i ‘We live in a time. .when ‘the dog

|comes in for a great deal more emotional concern than the child. The|

sentimental drivel spent on dogs: is enough to alafm any person. oe

|| An enormous number of our peo- | ‘|ple: adore - dogs. . They worry over | |

vivisection; they. fret about stray

- terriers and | hungry pooches. Which is is ‘all toi {their credit if they would only prac- : their “canine-itarianism” with |

Jasper—By | Fro ok Owen

| By Anton Scherer

Second Section

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‘In Former Days Trips to Europe. Spurred Inventions for Kitchen; Torte Pans Were Boon to Tin ‘Shop.

| XCEPT for Joseph C. Gardner, 1 wouldn't be able to tell you what I know ‘about some of the grandmothers of pretty prominent people around here—the grandmothers of Mrs. Russell Ryan and Mrs. John Rauch and Kurt and ‘Alex Vonnegut, just to: give

you an idea.

Years ago, says Mr. Gardner, when the Mayers, the Vonneguts, the Haueisens, the Schnulls, the

Kipps and other old German families had a habit of visiting the Old Country, it was.a foregone con-

| clusion that when they got back

they'd have some new fangled kitchen tool to startle the natives with. Like as not, a pocket full of fiew recipes, too. It was sure as shooting, says Mr. Gardner. Once upon a time—it must have

| peen in the Eighties says Mr.

Gardner—Mrs. Charles Mayer Sr. t returned with a German coffee pot Mz, Scherres that just about set this town on its head. It was a contraption with 8 reservoir running around the pot into which hot water could be poured, keeping the coffee ‘palatable without the use of a stove. It was wonderful and when the rest of the Indianapolis women saw it, they rushed down to Gardner’s tin shop and wanfed the thing duplicated. Mr. Gardner, the one who told: me about it, was learning his trade in his father’s tin shop at the time, and, you bet, he kept his eyes open. On another occasion, Mrs. Clemens ‘Vonnegut Sr, brought back a trick tool to fry fish with. Up to that time it was pretty hard to fry a fish, and get it ‘out of the pan without breaking. Mrs, Vonnegut’s discovery solved everything because of a tray in side the utensil upon which the fish was laid, and all: you had to do after that was to pull out the tray, and there was your fish ready to be served. ‘It was as easy a$ that. The Gardner tin shop did a right smart business duplicating Mrs. Vonnegut’s discovery, but it wasn anything compared with Mrs. Mayer's coffee po

Torte Business Was Real Boon

The biggest business the Gardners did, however, was when Otto Haueisen’s mother returned with a recipe for Himmels Torte. It required . a special kind of cake pan, and- Mrs. Haueisen brought that along, too. It was a pan about 12 inches in diameter and 5 inches in depth with a flaring round tube in the center. It was mighty tricky, because it was made so that the side and: tube could be separated from the bottom. Well, Mrs. Haueisen’s Himmels Torte was 50 good that everybody beat a path to Gardner's tin shop and had them duplicate the pan. They did a land office business. As a matter of fact, the cake pan business was good for a long time, because the next year Mrs. Robert Kipp returned with a recipe for Mandel Torte. It was right up Mr. Gardner's alley, because it required the same kind of pan. The cake pan business showed signs of falling off after that, when all of a sudden, Mrs. Henry Schnull, back from a trip abroad, turned up with a recipe for Yaeger Fofte. It started all the wheels in Gardner’s tin shop going again. It’s been years now, says Mr. Gardner, since there's been a call for torte pans. The last one was ordered in 1913 by Mrs. ma Vonnegut as daughter ‘of the ‘lady’ who started Yaeger Torte around here, Mr. Gardner is hopeful, though. As a matter of fact he’s looking for a cake renaissance and he’s all set for it when it comes, because he has all the original recipes locked up in his safe.

Jane Jordan—

Don't Recognize Husband's Tantrums,

Keep Your Poise, Jane Advises Wife.

EAR JANE JORDAN—Our home is almost split up. Iam 19. My husband is eight years older, and we have two little tots. We have been married and miserable for four years. He is a good provider ‘and reliable. He does not drink or do anything of that kind. He is just broken-hearted and dying for the love of another woman. He has one bad point. When he gets mad at ‘me he runs ‘through the house like a mad man, kicks the furniture and throws coal all over the house from front to back. His mother said he did the same at home. Oh! What a mess. I don’t mind that, but I do mind his leaving me when J<have done nothing. I have been a good wife. He atimitted that to a friend. We have planned a nice Christmas. for our children. Can a man sell the furniture out from under his wife? Can he take the clothes off her back? He says that I came with nothe ‘ing and I go with nothing. I did have clothes when 1 was married, but they wore out. I love him dearly. Shall I hold on or let go? ALMOST PUT AWAY. ” » t 4

Answer—I1 believe that a 19-year-old wife with two babies should hold on to the father of those babies as long as she can even though her husband throws coal and kicks the furniture, What a big help that is for everybody! It must be ane of his infane tile pastimes which he has carried over into his marriage, as ridiculous as if he had continued to suck hig thumb. Of course he wouldn't throw coal and kick furnie ture if there was no one present to see him do it. No one indulges in.such behavior without an audience to impress. You are the one he hopes to impress by such silly and futile behavior, Have you the strength of character to remain perfectly neutral while he has a nice little war all by himself? No child continues to have tantrums when his tantrums are blandly ignored by his parents. In your place I wouldn't. be so sure that the man’ was in love with another woman. All isn’t love that masquerades under the name of love. Sometimes the thing we call love is in reality spite or revenge. It is entirely possible that your: husband claims: love: for another woman for the sole p . of pufiishing you, It is as if he said, “See? You don’t realize what a grand man I am, but: this other woman does, ki yi, ki yi!” A man who throws coal sil. kicks furniture in order. to solve the problems of life is quite capable of the foregoing behavior, He has taught us to expect infantile behavior from Him; "so we can’t credit him

scorning. his attitude. him see his girl friend until ‘he

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