Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 December 1937 — Page 15

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From Indiana —Ernie Pyle | Traveler Settles Down at Waikiki

In. House Looking Out to Pacific; He Threatens to Try a Surfboard.

HONOLULU, Dec. 17.—Already I am a set-

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tled Hawaiian. It’s just as though I'd-

always lived here. i've sunk into Honolulu so quickly that nothing seems odd to me, and consequently I'm afraid I won't be able to

think of anything to write. . 1 have a Honolulu driver’s license. I have a blue Ford sedan, with Hawaiian tags. I know where the three one-way streets are. I have an address, and the milkman calls every morning and the laundryman twice a week. . I make my calls on a dial phone, and I know a dozen numbers.by heart already. People drop past in the morning for a ride, and drop in during the evening to chat. If I only had a pipe and a pair of house slippers. The reason for all this “settledness” is that, unless you're mighty { rich, you can’t afford to stay at the : hotels here for long, so you have to “get out and dig up some little nook . Mr. Pyle in a bower that you can call your : own. There are two places in Honolulu to live. Up on ‘the mountainsides back of town, or along the beach around Waikiki and Diamond Head. We decided on

the mountainside. 1

‘So we drove up the mountain road and looked the place over. It was a whole bungalow, set deep among flowers and trees harmless little lizards wiggling across the concrete. A lanai, or screened porch, looked right down on the city. The living room was the size of a small um. There were two bedrooms, kitchen and bath and all the accessories. And all beautifully furnished in tropical rattan furniture with blue cushions. It was perfection. The price was $55 a month. But the landlady wouidn’t have us at any price— for less than a year. She said nobody on The Heights would. anybody think as far ahead as a year? wh i ies As 1 might be President of the United States. We drove sadly back down the hill.

Finds Home by the Sea

e finally had to come to Waikiki. Of course oe ot much about Waikiki that you may wonder why that isn’t the choicest spot. But I am disappointed in Waikiki. Not so much in the beach itself, but in the section around it. % pensive and peautiful hotels—Royal Hawailan and Moana stand in the center of the beach, and their grounds are almost movie-like in their beauty. But back of these, and on either side, has grown up a conglomeration of little places that reminds you of nothing so much as suburban Los Angeles. . But here we are at Waikiki. We stumbled onto a prand new place—the Niuhgle Apts. A white frame apartment, built in tropical fashion—half a story above ground for coolness, wide veranda with a white railing, wide overhanging roof. Great huge windows without panes, just screens and Venetian

linds. It is 60 feet from our door to the Pacific Ocean, and nothing between except a grassy garden and a few trees. Cocoanut palms tower all around us. The wind blows constantly through the fronds. It makes the kind of ominous sound that, in Indiana, denotes "a coming storm. Here, it denotes nothing except that it isn’t going to rain right away. : 5 “We can look out from our veranda snd watch them skimming on their surfboards. And see others rushing shoreward just ahead of a roller. Might try that sometime myself. I will if they'll let me carry a blown-up inner tube. A ————————————————

‘My Diary By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt Gray and Wintry Days in Capital Make Whole World Kin to Nature. VV AsEINGTON, Thursday—Last night the Wash-

ington Symphony Orchestra gave a beautiful concert with Josef Hofmann as the soloist. I had to

. ‘Jeave just before the end because I had arranged

call Seattle at a given time. I hated to miss the or number, which my guests who remained told me was a (fine close to the concert. On the whole, today has been a quiet day, gray and foggy. I like riding in this ‘kind of weather. The landscape with the floating ice in the river and the brown-red look to -the trees, blurred in the * distance and yet so sharp nearby that every little twig stands out, gives one a curious feeling of being very close to the earth and the things of nature. Lunch alone in my sitting room with a friend, and then a visit to the National Brogacasiing Co.’s presided over the broadcast for the Business and Professional Women. This group has been making a survey of women in various fields of occupation. This broadcast was to bring before their own members and the public the fact that they were offering new information of great interest to all.

President Sees Rural Arts Exhibit

Miss Earlene White, who is the new president of the National Business and Professional Women, is a very charming woman. I like doing anything, whether professional or purely recreational, with Mrs. Eleanor Pattérson, who was there. . I forgot to mention that the President spent an - evening at the rural arts exhibit before it closed. I understand that the special skills division of Resettlement, which is now incorporated in the Department of Agriculture, is responsible for fostering much of the work in that exhibition. I do not mean by that, that they initiated it. I simply mean they have encouraged many people who have been interested in keeping our rural arts alive. With WPA and NYC they have been able to bring rural arts before the public so that we are really becoming conscious of the fact that we have folk arts and skills just as truly as have other nations.

New Books Today Piblic Library Presents—

'N a lovely blue fjord off the west coast of Norway lay a green island. Like a little paradise it was, with a cluster of old buildings, tall trees and a stream

_* that wandered there. A young man fishing in the bay

often rested on his oars and looked at the island longingly, and at night he and his wife talked about it and yearned to possess it so they might take their five lit‘tle children there to spénd the happy summers, Eventually they bought the island, and a handsome "cow with brass-tipped horns and some sheep, chickens, a pig and a kitten, and they found a gnome-like old woman to care for them all. - - And they lived simply and joyously in their little grey h which was ancient and. crooked and cozy; they lat and sang and worked and told: stories which always ended with the smallest daughter's query, “You and I love us, don’t we, Papa”? And

- ‘Papa, Who is Gsta of Geijerstam, heartily concurring, -

wre a story about the adventure which he called

1 NORTHERN SUMMER (Dutton). Into the little idyll . he ptit his family and the much loved animals, the

sparkle of water, the brilliance of sunny days, and a little grey rain, with the crying of the gulls on the rocks, but mostly he gives us the peace and love of a simple home on an island in the fjord. :

goes Se LF “A FAMILY of six girls who grew up in middle class New. York 20 years ago becomes as real as your

<q revealed the lives of Carol, the magazine editor;

plain one, and Wanda, whose eventual fame and fortune could not make up for her tragic experiences.

*.- Ruth’s sanity ahd good sense are woven through the _ stirring and sometimes thrilling pattern of the -other’s

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| FRIDAY, DECEMBER 17,

1

Transgressor in the

(Fifth of a Series)

By Negley Farson Author of “The Way of a Transgressor” “% ES, we're back all right!” | Among the many things left on the dock at Buen-/ aventura by the big liner, before she continued her long voyage down the west coast of South America,

was the pretty young Co-

lombian girl and her Austrian husband. They stood there, facing a silent but very real revolution in South American life. : Just as the slump emptied Paris of a large part of its colony of American expatriates, so it did with South Americans. But it is even worse down here,

for the exchange restrictions that

some of these countries have put on to protect their currency mean that even people who have the

means to live abroad can no longer do it. i In Columbia, for instance, aside from strictly commercial purposes, a tax of 23 per cent musi be paid to the Government on all funds transmitted abroad. Even then only a limited amount is granted under special permit. The result is that hundreds of fairly well-to-do Colombians—how they do love Paris!—have been forced to re--

turn and settle down in their own

country. : : If this process continues long enough, it will change the complexion of South American life. For the present, it appalls the Colombian women who have ked forward to a comfortable, sophisticated life abroad—and the foreigners who married them.

/ #2 = = HERE was a story causing

considerable laughter at Barranquilla, the Caribbean seaport for Colombia, ot a French dardy who had just passed through there with his Colombian heiress. He had wooed and won her-in Psgris some years before there was any thought of such a hideous thing as finance control. She was hideous herself, fat, but unbelievably wealthy. In Paris or Nice, that had not mattered so much to the philandering Frenchman. There are always ways of arranging things. And she had suffered patiently.

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Entered -a8 at Postoffice.

This quiet sleepy littie street is one of the business centers of Buenaventura, Colombia, port-o’-call, for Negley Farson.

sire whether he is going "to be

But: when the exchange eontrol - -

cut the flow of her money | off, just like turning ‘off a tap, she recognized the opportunity that had presented itself. | Her vast income came from ranches and sugar plantaiions high up in Gauca Valley, between the 'Cordilleras: .of | the Andes. . And she passed through Barranquilla en route for there, with the Frenchman in tow. * The scenery is beautiful, but . .. well, the Frenchman might wheedle some money from her and go to Bogota and play baccarat in the Jockey Club. He might go back to Barranquilla and take & swim in the Caribbean. Otherwise, he is exactly like one of those animals in Whipsnade, the London country zoo. He can (wander freely wherever he wants within the confines of Colombia —but he can’t get out of it,

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FP\HIS case was differenf, because the young girl and the Austrian were obviously | very much in love with each other. They faced the problem of a return to provincial life. She knew what it meant. The handsome young Austrian aristocrat didn’t know whet was coming to him yet. He stood there in the customs shed waiting for their mountain of luggage to be passed—bags and trunks that bore the labels of nearly every ritzy hotel in Europe—arid the best way I can describe his expression 1s to say that he looked

like a man who has eaten some ’

strange new dish and is not yet

sick or not. ae The girl’s mother, a distinguished old lady, had crossed a 10,000-foot pass’ in the Andes, to be down :there to welcome her. A welcome that savored of the relentless. The girl tried to escape it. She knew that, with that fond embrace, the ‘shaekles of* the old Spanish family life, so rigidly adheréd. to in Colombia, were already “closing ‘around ‘her. «I know exactly what it will be like,” the girlitold me as our train squirmed ‘up through the jungle toward the distant Andes. “Nothing! I shall do absolutely nothing! On the hacienda I shall sit

around all'day, after a‘short time, ;

in a dressing ‘gown. Kurt, who likes horses, will ride himself to death for a time. Buf he'll soon get over that. : : “/"HERE'LL be week-end parties when we will tide over

to other haciendas. This is all We

have to’ say’ to each: other: “I~

wonder —hat it is like in Paris

today? Don’t you love London in

May? Remember . + Things like that. :

“Then we’ll go up to Bogota. In

“Bogota I shall play bridge all.

‘he were sure he had eaten some-

day. What else? Kurt will go to

the Jockey Club. Hell play bac-. carat. We won't entertain much

in the evenings, because people don’t do that in Bogota. And all the nice frocks I've worn in Paris will be no good to me up there— it’s too cold, 8500 feet, you know. “We'll go to the movies, of course. Now that I'm married I can do that at any time. If I were a young girl, my young man could take me without escort to the 6 o'clock ‘movie. For the 9 o'clock performance he would have to take my brother or father along with us. | : “And what will we talk about in Bogota? We shall say, ‘I wonder what it is like in Paris today? Don’t you remember Londcn in: May?* “You See” she said decisively, “we can’t change the life here, It’s too strong for us. Therefore, this system of sending us abroad to be educated; to Paris or. London,

is all wrong. When we are forced

to come back, we both talk and feel like expatriated Europeans!” By this: time Kurt looked as if

thing that bhadn’t agreed with Rim. |" i >

NEXT—The Price “ Freedom.

Side Glances—By Clark

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“Right now | don'f deel like apologizing.

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.. Little Nell,” from Cha

Military parades are. vents to break the tedium of life in little Colombian ‘towns. Here are shown > officers of the school Ricaurte, at Bogota, one of the

Times-Acme Photos.

“nothing-ever-happens-here” towns which are quaint for the tourist but boresome for those about whom Negley Farson writes,

Spanking

By David Gibson | KNEW James Whitcom

well as anybody, whic very well; for in many regards he

fellow men. : If Mr. Riley were living would be 88 years old. |. I don’t think that he }¥ fection for his father; He respected him and all that, and was in all ways a dutiful son=particularly

after he became prosperous as a writer and wealthy as the foremost lyceum attraction of his time. I judge that he had no affection for his father by an incident of his childhood that he once narrated to me. : a He was physically delicate and spiritually sensitive as a man—and obviously more so as ga child; .nd childhood - impressions are the stronger. fo Mr. Riley ‘said that/one day in school ‘the reading class: was called; that in this. study he |excelled—he could read aloud not only with understanding, but feeling. - The lesson was “The Death of les : Dickens’

“Old Curiosity Shop,” and out of McGuffey’s Fifth Reader. Mr. Riley went on to say that there were certain paragraphs in this that he could not read without crying; that he counted the turns, found that these would fall to him; that with his cap in his pocket he asked to be excused, put off for home, and to encounter his father in the door yard.

: 2 = 8 yor you doin’ home at this hour?” asked the old man; “school ain't out yet.” “Why,” replied the son, “they wuz readin’ a sad piece in the reader, they wuz a piece that I couldn’t read without crying.” I was ashamed to cry before the whole school, an’—" “Well,” said his father, “guess you ain’t shamed to cry before me!” At the same time he seized a narrow flour barrel stave; there was a cloud of dust, the shouts of an en‘raged man, the resounding blows upon a frail body and the pain-

screams of a delicate, sensitive child. That child came out of that cloud

Turned James Whitcomb Riley ther, Friend Relates

of dust with no love for his father —gone, forever! Within my memory, Old Man Riley came to Indianapolis from Greenfield to visit his son, attended the State Fair, and got his gold watch and chain nipped by a pickpocket. Now, in those days, in a relatively small county seat town, a gold watch and chain was a badge of affluence, and the old man was mich chagrined with the prospect of going howe without this cherished possession. But the next morning his son arose from a bed of illness to go downtown, buy his father another, more costly and a finer watch and chain—one with a lid that. he could snap in church when the sermons were too long. E That night, as the old man was leaving for home, the son handed it to him. With his head bowed ow, he contemplated: it, and finally said: . “Son, I'm goin’ to cry!” And Mr. Riley, in narrating this scene with his father, said: “I was about to reply, ‘Guess you

ain’t 'shamed to cry before me,’ but —I didn’t.” :

i A WOMAN'S VIEW By Mrs. Walter Ferguson ps N open letter 8: dA pen letter to Anne:

Welcome home! - quickly or stay long, your presence in the United States| gives Christmas an added glow for millions of American women who admire and love you. fol We feel deep shame that you and your husband thought it: ‘necessary to enter your native land secretly -| in order to escape unwanted public\ty, for we plead guilty to a nasty - | habit of giving the same treatment fo famous’ and infamous alike in

| ‘the matter of interviews and photous to read that’ the|

- | graphs. It amuses : press made. a hero of Col. Lindbergh. We remember so well that it flight to ‘Paris that he rated the headlines, and so we classify that boast as a form of back-patting to which editors as well as other mortals are prone. : ; While you are here we hope you will ‘not think too much about the nuisances you are obliged to endure, but instead will ' remember how dearly you are cherished by American women. All over the country

romance with the world’s most noted young man; they wished you happiness when you started on your

| when your first son was } | wept with you when the kidnaper, | snatching him from his crib, ‘stopped the pulsebeat of: & nation. These women were sad when you went away to live in England. Come what may, we shall always be proud that Americas produced you, and wherever you. to know that

Whether ‘you go

was - following and not before his

they thrilled vicariously during your |

‘honeymoon; they were overjoyed | born, and |.

we want you |

J asper—By Frank Owen

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Our Town By Anion Scherrer ’

Chronicler Shows No Amateur Had Any Business Turning Tinsmith at Times Housewives Set to Canning.

1 WOULDN'T want to leave the impression that the Gardners were the only people who ran a tinshop when I was a boy. Not at all. The only reason 1 happen to know so much about their shop is because: I ran across Joseph C. Gardner the other day. He was in one of his reminiscent moods, and his memory clicked like nobody’s business. I told you about it at the time.” It was the piece about the women of Indianapolis beating a ; : path to Gardner's: tinshop to get their cake pans. Well, today I want. to tell you how the tinsmiths of Indianapolis used to help out the women when thé canning season . came around. " To hear Mr. Gardner tell it, the women of Indianapolis couldn’t ‘have gotten anywhere with their canning—especially the canning of asparagus and tomatoes — if it ‘hadn’t been for the tinsmiths. To me. Scherrer start with, the tinsmiths made the tin cans. That was the least part. of their contribution, however. The exciting part came when they actually participated in the canning. The tinsmith brought his brazier and his soldering tools,-and arrived at the home of the conservator at 8 oclock in the morning. Mr. Gardner says he never could figure out why the women insisted on the tinsmith coming that early, because the way things worked out he never was needed until 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Mr. Gardner says the tinsmiths were onto this, and for that reason they always brought a lot of reading matter along. Some of the most profitable reading Mr. Gardner ever did in his life was done between the hours of 8 o'clock in the morning and 4 .0’clock in the afternoon during the canning’ season.

Sure Test of His Skill

At 4 o’clock, however, the tinsmith stopped reading . and stripped for action. By that time the housewife had her asparagus al} ready to be put into the cans. That was the moment the tinsmith had been waiting for all day. He got out his soldering tools and sealed the lids of the cans right in the presence of the housewife. You bet the cans were tight when he got done. Sometimes there were enough cans to keep him busy until 9 o’clock ‘that night. tw Back in those days, a tinsmith’s reputation was measured by his ability to keep canned goods tight during the winter. I know-it, because I remember the ’ day a tinsmith failed mother. (It wasn’t Mr. Gardner.) Mother got her tomatoes going that day, I remember, without a tinsmith handy. He had promised to come, of course, but he wasn’t anywhere around when it came time to cap the tomatoes. At this precise moment, I recall, father showed up, sensed the situation, and said he’d handle it. He sent me out for some solder, and when I got back, he was in his shirt sleeves prepared to go to work. It looked like a mighty good job when he got done sealing the cans. That Christmas night, however, our whole cellar started popping. Even then, father wouldn't

assume any responsibility, He said mother had cooked the tomatoes too long, :

Jane Jordan—

Presence of Rival Often Used as Trick to Excite Jealousy, Jane Says.

DE= JANE JORDAN-—Six years ago I had my first date with the boy I ami now in love with. During that time I have walked in and out of his life, but not until about a year ago did I realize how much he meant to me. While I was out someone else. walked in. She lives out of town and he doesn’t see her but about once a month. At first it didn’t make any difference to me. I could still go out with him and have a swell time, but now I can’t because I am constantly reminded of the fact that there is someone else. He is 19 and I am 18. Is it possible that he could love two? When he is with me he is very possessive and sweet. How he is with her I do not know. When I have other dates I can’t enjoy myself. We've tried not seeing each other but neither of us can stand that. They say youth forgets easily but I don’t know. He is going to South America the first of the year and expects to be gone three years. Should I wait for him? SIS. Answer—The South American trip will do more to settle things for you than I can. That will place the other girl in the same boat with/you, with the boy friend out of reach of both, a situation which will speed your recovery from this temporary attack of love. : “J : Doesn't it strike you as significant that you weren't seriously involved with this boy until your rival rose to. a place of importance in his life? His regard for dnother acted as' a challenge to your powers. Since you didn’t care for him before I suspect that you don’t care now as much as you think you do. BH : | It is very provoking to girls that boys are able to like two or more women equally and simultaneously, Once in a while a girl finds herself in the same boat with her affections divided between two suitors. Instead of taking the attitude of “the more the merrier” as a boy would do, usually she is perturbed and struggles to make a choice between them. Boys have the advantage of being able to speak up in courtship and express their jealousy of a but girls cannot get away with such direct methods very often. Among indirect methods perhaps the most suce cessful is the one your boy friend has used upon you; namely, interest in a rival. Very clever girls do not complain that they can’t enjoy themselves with other dates. Maybe they do not like their second choice any better than you do, but they keep a second choice available, ’ | s 2 2 Dear Jane Jordan—In defense of Jasper! Beyond a doubt Jasper is the cleverest, most humorous cartoon in the papers! You would be amazed fo hear how many people enjoy that balmy Jasper. Jasper is the escape valve of three-fou ths of the thinking "people ‘I know. You can Stars a conversation as slick as a whistle with Jasper for a subject and get twice the enthusiasm as you could from the weather or that old ailment as a subject. ; i |

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