Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 February 1938 — Page 9

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Tears, Kisses, Leis, Orchids and Flashing Mirrors Make the Goodby To Hawaii Something to Remember.

BOARD 8. S. LURLINE, Feb. 12.—When our car drew near the dock you could hear the shouting and the hubbub a block away. It was the pier-shed clatter of hundreds of people seeing hundreds of others off.

It was 10:30 a. m. and it was hot. The Hawaiian lei women were lined up in a row a block long, calling to you, waving to you, imploring you to buy their necklaces. But their combined hawking was a small whisper amidst the whole commotion of the crowd. Boat day in Honolulu is famous the world over. The way people come down to see the boat off, and stand there and weep and scream and wave, is an internationally celebrated phenomenon. We knew, before it ever started, that we would break up under it. We knew people would come, and it would be colorful and gay for awhile, and then we would be overwhelmed with a fierce despair at Mr. Pyle the moment of parting. We had read how it is to sail from Hawaii. But we never really dreamed. . . . Our friends came in a stream for an hour. They came until the cabin was full, and the beds and chairs and suitcases were covered, and friends overflowed into the companionway. They brought books, and candy. and orchids, and lei upon lei for our shoulders. We bent our heads to receive each flowery necklace, and our hearts grew heavier in proportion to the load upon our shoulders. I don’t remember ever in my life being so chaotic in mind. I don’t know where the last hour went, or who was in it, or what anybody did. I just remember people swarming off at last, and then our crowd starting to say goodby, and people crying and Kissing.

Muddy Water Becomes Blue

And then they were all gone, and we were standing at the rail holding colored streamers and waving at those same friends through a sort of haze. And the streamers broke and suddenly we were far away and couldn't make out our friends. The ship moved forward. The muddy water became blue water. The ship straightened out, and sailed past Diamond Head, a couple of miles offshore. It's here that you toss your leis into the water, and they float ashore, forming a bond that irresistibly brings you back again some day. Standing at the rail, we could see bright flashes along the Waikiki shore. People flashing mirrors in the sun to their friends now far out at sea. A last goodby. We couldn't make out any people. But with glasses we did pick out our beautiful lawn on Waikiki. Had our friends had time to get home, we wondered? And as we watched, a blinding mirror flash came from the center of our own Hawaiian lawn. Then we threw our leis... the wind caught them and carried them along for a little, and then they fell on the water in pure, beautiful circles, and started their little journey back to Hawaii . . . while we sailed on away. We turned and went below, and did not look back until Hawaii was far beyond the horizon.

My Diary

By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt

First Lady Finds Compartment on Train Is Excellent Place to Work.

ASHINGTON, Friday—I had a very pleasant luncheon with Mrs. Roper, wife of the Secretary of Commerce, after which Mrs. Scheider and I took a train for Philadelphia. No one will ever know how grateful I am for train trips. I had three letters which required time to be answered. One was the monthly article for the N. Y. State section of the Digest, the publication of the women’s division of the Democratic National Committee; one was a group of questions, which the women’s division had sent over for their question and answer page in this same magazine, and the other was material for a broadcast which Dr. O. Latham Hatcher and I are going to do tomorrow. Somehow or other, no uninterrupted time to attend to things like the above ever seems to come my way, so I am grateful for a closed compartment on a train now and then. My grandson, Bill Roosevelt, and his mother met me at the station and, while Mrs. Scheider dashed for the next train back to Washington, I proceeded to their new home. There Bill proudly showed me his playroom in which electric trains covered most of the floor. He knows all about the switches and turns them on and off himself. Here is a very responsible young man growing up under distinctly wise guidance.

Large Crowd at Meeting

After dinner, Mrs. Winsor and I drove to the church where the meeting of the National Negro Congress in celebration of the 75th anniversary of the signing of the Emancipation Proclamation was held. The church was packed and I was not prepared for the tremendous crowd outside. It surged around us as we went in and, for a few minutes, I thought I had completely lost my companion. Long practice has taught me to move quickly in a crowd, and, of course, policemen opened a pathway. The pathway closed in behind me, so I had to stop at the door and look for a blond head in the background. Finally, I sent my attendants back to clear a path for her. As usual, the music was beautiful. The young boy and girl who read excerpts from the Emancipation Proclamation and. from a speech of Frederick Douglas, did so with great feeling.

New Books Today

Public Library Presents—

N 1910, when he was 14 years old, Fred E. Beal got his first job in a textile mill and thus began his PROLETARIAN JOURNEY (Hillman-Curl) in the course of which he attained the successive stages of class consciousness which finally led him to member-

ship in the Communist Party. Convicted in 1929 with six others of killing Chief of Police Adelholt during the strike of the textile workers in Gastonia, N. C., he skipped bail and took refuge in Russia. From this point his “proletarian journey” was one of disillusionment. Such was his disappointment that rather than remain among what he terms “the fleshpots of this new exploiting class living off the Russian laboring masses,” he preferred to return to America at the risk of a 20-year pyison sentence. on = sn HAT do men really think about women? Do they like them with bright red polish on their nails? Do they like to be kept waiting for hours while the fair lady leisurely finishes her toilet? Do they like girls to be pretty or smart looking? Will they ask a girl for the second date if she has talked incessantly during the first? What do men think about the indiscriminate application of makeup in public? The butcher, the baker, the doctor, the merchant, the waiter have all been given a chance to express their views on these and many other questions. Louise Paine Benjamin sums up these views in WHY MEN LIKE US (Stackpole) and likewise tells the girls just what to do about it. She includes beauty secrets which give a girl a passport to charm and stimulate her to keep ever on the alert as to “why men like us” or do they?

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Second Section

By Laura O. Miller

Times Staff Writer ERHAPS you are one of the uninitiated still harboring the delusion that “Girl Scouting” is merely a matter of knowing how to tie a sailor knot or drawing the American flag to scale with red, white and blue crayons. Perhaps you are a father and have been heard to say that you didn’t want your daughter “marching on the streets and selling cookies.” Perhaps, and very possibly, you just don’t know anything at all about the whole thing and simply shrug your shoulders.

For 26 years the Girl Scouts have been growing, enlarging their aspirations and scope, and today it is a full-statured and active organization. In 1912 Juliette Gordon Low returned to this country after spending many years in England. She had talked with Lord and Lady Robert Baden-Powell, heads of the English Boy and Girl Guides. Her imagination was fired with the thought of a great organization of American girls. Ed = = LESSER person would have become discouraged at the enormity of the undertaking. Even Mrs. Low's friends were skeptical of the idea. And a vast majority viewed her glowing claims with a mixture of indifference and preoccupation. If it is possible for one person to be the motivating force in the vast organization of Girl Scouts as it stands today, that can be said of Juliette Gordon Low. Some part of her courage in the face of apparent failure and her belief in what she was selling must have been instilled in her successors. She gave generously of her time, her private fortune, her energies and, most important, her faith and love. She died in 1926 after having seen her dream come true: the first World Camp ever to meet in the United States was held the summer preceding her death at Camp Edith Macy, N. Y. In 1907 Lord Robert BadenPowell started the Boy Scout movement in England. He felt a growing need for a counteracting element against the inroads of modern life on the youth of that day. The idea was so popular that within two years the Girl Guides were organized and growing rapidly. Today 32 countries are recognized. n n 5 HERE are three general groups under the present Girl Scout system: 1. The “Brownie Packs,” ranging in age from 7.to 10 years. 2. The regular Scouts whose age range is 10 to 14. 3. The senior group, only recently getting under way, from 14 to 18 years. Under the supervision and guidance of trained leaders, these units meet once a week in their various schools or headquarters for study and recreation. There is almost no field of artistic, domestic, community service and outdoor activity that is not presented. And presented in an interesting way! Perhaps you are a trifle dismayed at the tomboy qualities displayed by your 1ll-year-old daughter. You have told her innumerable times about being a “little lady.” You have tried to enlist her interest in homemaking. You have expounded by the hour on the necessity of nice table manners and the culinary art. She still throws her clothes on the floor and would rather play baseball with the boys. But nothing in the world catches a child's attention more than the feeling of doing something of her own—on her own. Nothing is so conducive .0 the development of responsibility sense. = on ” R perhaps your other child, who is 8, is shy. You are worried about her. She seems awkward and uneasy when with

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Girl Scouts Today Is Vast and Active Organization

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1. Learning to care for the sick is one of the activities of Indianapolis Girl Scouts. At the “Little House,” scouting center at 140 E. 14th St, Ann Plummer administers to her “patient,” Ann Reniek, while

Miss Katherine Cameron supervises,

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3. Mrs. Abner Fry, 2180 Oxford S{., has the longest record of service of any leader in the Indianapolis Girl Scout organization. In 1925 she began her duties as a registered captain of Troop 37 and she

is still active today.

other children. Let her join the “Brownies” and see what happens. She will take hikes in the country with other girls. She will learn to make things with her hands and to take pride in those things. Soon you will notice that her mind and her body are better coordinated. The faults of each sister will have been modified and a balance achieved. One of the things that keeps the Scouts on their toes is the desire for one or several of the many awards and badges on the program. The list of proficiency badges alone includes more than 50 titles, all closely allied with the special interest of the individual girl. Whether it is as photographer, child nurse, junior citizen, cook, gardener, businesswoman, scribe or artist, there is a badge awaiting her when she has passed the requirements. As important as any one factor in the nation-wide and local organization set-up is the need for leaders—more leaders like those already doing such progressive work in Girl Scout troops throughout the nation, and lieutenants to assist the leaders. A love of the work is equally as important as definite training. A leader must be 21 years old to be eligible.

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HE Indianapolis Girl Scouts co-operate with local cultural and civic institutions, including the John Herron Art Institute, the League of Women Voters, the Indianapolis Symphony Orchestra, the Needle Work Guild, Butler University, the Garden Clubs, the Chamber of Commerce, the Red Cross, Home Shows, the American Gymnastic Union, Veterans of Foreign Wars, the Rotary, Kiwanis, Gy1o and Service Clubs, the Allied Florists, the Day Nursery, the Good Will and all homemaking centers. The two focal points for local Scout recreation are the ‘Little

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House,” 140 E. 14th St. and Camp Dellwood. The former was an old house put on Post Office grounds by the Federal Housing Association. It was then remodeled for a Girl Scout Homemaking center. Here the girls entertain their families and friends with meals they cook themselves, learn how to be hostesses and how to take care of babies. Camp Dellwood comprises 141 acres and is equipped with all camp facilities. It is used in the summer for special troop groups and in the winter for week-end expeditions. The Camp was given in 1925 by Miss Dorothy Dell, now Mrs. Paul Moffitt. The weekly Scout meetings take place in various schools, churches or homes. n 5 »

FFICERS recently installed for the coming year are Mrs. Horace R. McClure, commissioner; Mrs. Maxwell Droke, first deputy; Mrs. Charles F. Voyles, second deputy; Mrs. Arthur

Medlicott, secretary, and Mrs. E. Starling Pearce, treasurer. Other members of the council include Mesdames Charles Binkley, C. Severin Buschmann, Cecil K. Calvert, George V. Coffin, Robert D. Coleman, Marvin Curle, Harry B. Custer, Rex Hayes, William R. Higgins, R. O. Jackson, Earl Kiger, Arthur E. Krick, Alma Lemon, Montgomery S. Lewis, J. Dwight Peterson, Thomas Rhoades, James L. Schell, George O. Swaim, John H. Toy, Herbert T. Wagner, Charles R. Weiss, Matthew Winters, Miss Josephine Madden and Murray -Morris. The officers are elected by a council of 30 members. The number is flexible according to the size of the town, the minimum number being 10. In Indianapolis there are 1575 Girl Scouts; 158 Brownies, 1043 regular Scouts and 374 Senior Scouts. These are divided into 85 groups, including 72 registered troops and packs, seven newly

A WOMAN'S VIEW

By Mrs. Walter Ferguson

= heavy sledding for idealists these days. The scandalous disclosures about old-age pensions in Missouri, Ceclorado and Oklahoma cause many a soft-hearted person to realize that his dreams of a decent social order are a long way from coming true. Part of the trouble is downright dishonesty, and perhaps a larger proportion of it can be traced directly to ignorance. It surely isn't enough for us to elect well-inten-tioned people to office; they should also possess sufficient intelligence to carry on capably the business which they are paid to do. It seems a great pity that the high purpose to which we so willingly dedicate ourselves should be frustrated because we haven't gumption enough to understand that politics should never be used to provide employment for the unemployed. Yet that is what is now done in most of our states. Capitol buildings swarm with drones whose main idea is to get and stay on the payroll, and who are no more fitted for their jobs than a horse is fitted to compete in the Memorial Day races at Indianapolis. I am not in favor of giving up our ideals. It is possible for us to have a better social order. Indeed it is imperative that we work toward such an aim. Of course, the simple way of doing this is to instill into the young a few principles of uprightness. On second thought, desirable as it is, I believe we might muddle along without honesty for a while if we only had a little more horse sense in political office. a

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2. Girl Scouts ranging in age from 7 to 10 are members of “Brownie

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These girls of Brownie Pack 4 are enjoying a game of “LonThey are (left to right) Geraldine Harmon, Julia Brake,

Nancy Iles, Maria Flaischer, Nancy Beatty, Kay Stephenson, Barbara Lee, Marilyn Stott, Martha Rafnel and Barbara Miller.

4, Under the supervision and guidance of trained leaders, Girl Scout units meet once a week at their headquarters for study and recreation. Here Kay Stephenson (left) and Barbara Lee of Brownie Pack

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formed groups and six organizing groups: Local organization, however, is only a small part of the tremendous national and international hook-up that was the dream of Juliette Low—a world-wide sisterhood struggling for the aims and fulfillment of the same purposes, a sisterhood that may be influential in the ideal of world peace through the welding of interests. u ” ”

HORTLY after Mrs. Low's death the Memorial Fund was established and it is through this fund that Girl Scouts and Girl Guides from all over the world may meet at World Camps. In 1930 three American Scouts were sent to Canadian Camps and three Canadian Guides received hospitality in American Camps. In 1932 awards from the Fund enabled 18 girls from nine different countries to camp together at “Our Chalet,” Adelboden, Switzerland. Mary Vance Trent of Indianapolis was one of the Scouts sent from the United States.

“Our Chalet” was the gift of Mrs. James J. Storrow, Boston. In 1934 and 1935 similar awards were made for attendance and up to that date 57 girls from 21 coun-

tries had camped together. In 1937, the Silver Anniversary of Girl Scouting in the United States, a Scout or Guide from each country in the World Association attended the international encampment at Camp Edith Macy, N. Y. A hostess Girl Scout from every State in the Union was sent to the camp to become acquainted with the foreign guests. And each year additions and revisions are made in the program to suit the vagaries of a changing civilization. Each day new, eager youngsters pour into the thousands of Girl Scout troops all over the country. The next time tions the Girl Scouts, think not of cookies—think of that steadfast line of gray green uniforms and of the willing hands. In them you will find the unmistakable record of a battle hard fought and gloriously won.

Four Schools of Thought On Monopoly Develop

Times Special ASHINGTON, Feb. 12.—While Congress still awaits President Roosevelt's long-heralded message on monopolies, holding companies and other manifestations of big business, discussion is rife both on Capitol Hill and in Administration circles as to how best to cope with such industrial goliaths. The President's message has been expected since mid-January. Since then he has been counseling with big and little businessmen, and his lieutenants have been digesting masses of statistics.

Meantime thought on monopoly

policies has crystallized into four schools, each anxious to bring its doctrine to the Presidential ear for incorporation in his forthcoming message. These might be said to include the Jackson school, which holds that corporate bigness becomes inefficient and reaches a point of diminishing social returns; the corporation-regulation school, which sees bigness as here to stay, and which wants it Governmentally regulated! the Federal corporationlicensing school, which supports the Borah-O’Mahoney bill, and the investigation school.

Jasper—By Frank Owen

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Our Town

By Anton Scherrer

The Massachusetts Ave. Baker Who Could Make Lucky Wedding Cakes Once Painted a Picture of Lincoln,

TOPAY is as good a time as any to tell you about Charles W. Nickum, a baker on Massachusetts Ave. who used to make the best wedding cakes of anybody around here when I was a boy. They were the luckiest,

too, because I never heard of an Indianapolis bride, starting off with one of Mr. Nickum’s cakes, whose marriage came to grief. Besides being lucky, Mr. Nickum’s wedding cakes

were the most artistic affairs around here, too. They were steeped, I remember, in a symbology consisting of cloves, bells and little cupids, all done in a medium of spun sugar, which somehow affected even the hopelessly grown up who couldn't be fooled with fairies. There wasn't any doubt about it; Mr. Nickum was an artist. To tell the truth, Charley Mr. Scherrer Nickum started out as an artist. That was over in Dayton, his birthplace. As a boy he was continually sketching faces, and got to be so good at it that he was the talk of the neighborhood, Charley’s sketches were unique because he always accented the strong features of a face—like a big nose or an aggressive wart—and so it came to pass that the kid achieved a local reputation for pore traying what he called “character.” Well, on Sept. 18, 1859, Charles Nfckum, then a boy of 15, was painting in Mr. Edmondson’s studio, which adjoined the photograph gallery of Mr. Cride land, when Judge Samuel Craighead accompanied by a strange-looking man came to the gallery to have their photographs taken. As soon as Mr, Cridland, the photographer, saw the 6 foot 4 man with Judge Craighead, he rushed over to Mr. Edmonson’s studio, and told Charley Nickum that if he ever wanted to see (and paint) a man with “character” in his face, now was the chance. Charley accepted the challenge. In the three hours it took to snap a photograph in 1859, Mr. Nickum had the portrait painted. It was done cn a piece of card board, the only thing handy when Charley got the call. Two years later, Judge Craighead, visiting in Daye ton again, happened to meet Charley Nickum on the street, and asked him about the fine picture he painted that day. Charley said he guessed it was somewhere around the house.

Exhibited 30 Years Ago

“Well,” said Judge Craighead, “that is the man they elected President of the United States.” And sure enough, Charley Nickum had painted the pore trait of Abraham Lincoln, and didn't know it. Judge Craighead wanted to buy the picture right away— so did any number of people after that—but Charley never would part with it. For all I know, it's still somewhere in Indianapolis. The last time I saw it was 30 years ago or so when the Ayres people exhibited it. Mr. Nickum’s painting is probably one of the ear= liest ever made of Lincoln. There is, to be sure, the famous 1848 daguerreotype, but on the other hand the Nickum portrait antedates by five months the priceless Cooper Institute picture, believed by many to be the most perfect likeness of Lincoln. Mr. Nick= um’s portrait resembles it very much. Strangely enough, that was the end of Mr. Nick um’s career as an artist. After that, he answered the call of Abraham Lincoln for volunteers, and after the war was over he went into the baking business in Indianapolis, first as a partner of Parrott & Nick um, and later, for himself. He died about 25 years ago, leaving a fragrant memory. Another remarkable thing I remember about Mr, Nickum: Believe it or not, he was born on Feb. 12,

Jane Jordan—

Husband May Use His Anger as Acid Test of Wife's Love, Jane Says.

EAR JANE JORDAN-—It is your extremely incisive and intelligent analysis that have led me to consult you now. I have what is not so unusual— a Jekyll-Hyde complex. I am angel or devil and the transitions make me doubt my sanity. My wife and I are in our middle 20s and have been married three and a half years. I love my wife dearly, but I mistreat her. When I have a peeve coming on I will cause a scene so outrageously unfair, so grossly stupid as to make me cringe when it is all over. I am not the same person when these tantrums overs take me. I can build elaborate arguments from fragments, usually accusing her of not loving me enough, I do not need a shred of evidence of disloyalty. You wonder why she stands it? I don't, because I'm certain she loves me. We are well matched and have common interests. I am certain we will never split up. During the first months of our marriage these outbursts occurred once or twice a week. Lately a month or six weeks elapses. My wife's love and faith are unwavering. Optimistically I believe every= thing will be solved, but I am afraid of breaking the spirit of a very fine girl. HOT HEAD. on ” ”

Anywer—I pondered over your letter two weeks be fore answering; so the delay is not due to indifference, but to my earnest desire to help you. First let me reassure you. If you have been able to cut down the frequency of your outbursts without help, I believe you could be cured ‘completely, with help. The wisest thing you can do is to put yourself in the hands of a psychiatrist and tackle your problem in earnest. It is not fair to you for me to diagnose your case without knowing you and what you were like as a child. Nevertheless, if you will bear in mind that what I'say may be inaccurate, I will tell you the im= pression your letter leaves. In condensing it I have used only the part which illustrates my point. The fact that you assure me over and over that your wife loves you, yet in your outbursts you claim, without evidence, that she does not, leads me to believe that you aren't actually sure she loves you. I wonder if your tantrums are staged as a sort of acid test of her love. Haven't you ever seen a little boy put his mother to the same test? When he feels neglected he will cause a scene to focus his mother’s attention on hime self. We've all noticed how mothers lavish love on tha black sheep of the family whom everybody else rejects. This explanation is too simple, I know. I only hope it will stimulate you to seek aid from a psychiatrist who will help you in the task of discovering the real cause of your behavior. The most hopeful thing is that you want to be ured. Don't give up—and good luck. JANE JORDAN.

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

Walter O'Keefe—

OLLYWOOD, Feb. 12—Up at Mt. Wilson Observe

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