Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 July 1938 — Page 13

Vagabond

From Indiana = Ernie Pyle That Saturday-Night-Bath Gag Is

An Understatement, Ernie Learns; Soap Propaganda Proves Useless.

INCINNATI, July 8.—Today’s column about the manufacture of soap is lots better than yesterday's, because there's more crazy stuff in it. For instance, Procter & Gamble manufactures a lot of things besides soap, among them being Crisco. You fry things in it.

Well, to begin with, Crisco is made purely of |

vegetable matter. It says so on the can. But re-

gardless of what it says on the can, |

the Crisco that goes to large Jewish centers, such as New York's East

Side, has to be certified as “Kosher.”

So on certain days the factory runs off a batch of cans on which they put special wrappers, in Yiddish that the Crisco contains

no animal matter and is absolutely |

“Kosher.” (It's exactly the same Crisco they run off all the time.)

And on these days a rabbi sits |

at the end of the wrapping line, watches every can that goes by, and puts his stamp on it, The company not only buys the rabbi's stamps, but also pays him for sitting there watching Crisco cans. Now back to soap. The whole process of making soap 1s a process of chemical mixing. But what a chemist can do, he can also undo. Example: Recently a group of salesmen was entertained at a banquet in the Procter & Gamble factory. The meal was finished off with ice cream and cake.

And after the last salesman had wiped his plate and licked his chops, the mean old chemists announced that the cake had been made of Camay soap! They had just ground up some soap, disentangled all the elements that originally went into it, used the ones they needed for cooking, and made cake. Of course I had to embarrass the soap people by asking them how about dead horses. “Do you still put dead horses in soap?” I said. The soap people were perfectly honest about it. said they weren't sure. Here's why they weren't sure: They buy all their “animal fat,” as it’s called, from brokers. These brokers have a million sources all over the country—slaughter houses, butcher shops, disposal plants and so on. They render the fat in the local communities, then ship it to Procter & Gamble in the form of tallow. It comes in here Just as white and pretty as a candle.

So the soap people here don't know the original |

sources of all that tallow. “But,” they said. in an orgy of frankness, “we wouldn't be a bit surprised if somewhere along the line an occasional horse does stray into that tallow.”

Suds Scarce in China

One more thing I learned about soap You've heard the Saturday-night-bath gag all your life. Well, that joke is a bad understatement. Statistics show that the average American does not take even one bath a week. But even so, we are the best-washed nation in the world. Here is the proof—Americans buy, on the average, 25 pounds of soap each year per person. Holland is next cleanest, with 24 pounds a person. The Chinese are a people after my own heart. They use just two ounces of soap each, per vear. That means a cake of ordinary toilet soap would last a Chinese couple a whole year, and would do their laundry, too. It seems the American public 1s funny about taking baths hat's one question on which Americans have a completely closed mind. They are not open to propaganda about more baths. Not long ago 14 of the biggest soap companies got together and put on a terrific nation-wide propaganda campaign designed to make people wash oftener, so the soap companies could sell more soap They spent $2,000,000. And they might as well have poured that two million down the drain. Because when it was all over and the checkup was made, they found they had not increased the national bathtaking average by even so much as the dabble of one toe in the bathtub. It was very discouraging.

My Diary

By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt

Fisherman Finds Bass and Trout Are Scarce in Brook at Hyde Park.

YDE PARK, Thursday.—Even a little pond can | Miss Cook |

has spent two years or more planting trout and bass |

give you all the joys of a large lake.

in our brook, but when we came to dig up the swamp and deepen the channel, we propably let most of these little fish swim away! Either that, or they are so

well fed that they are not much tempted by flies or

worms, In anv case, one of our friends spent a very

remember these as the first fruits of my hood fishing trips. I cooked and ate them. Our fisherman friend was too high and mighty and the

sunfish went back into the pond and no trout or bass |

materialized!

Mrs. Morgenthau and I sat on the porch last night |

and enjoved the reflection of a very beautiful sunset in the water and decided it could not be more beau-

t seems to me as though most of our friends are | They go to rest, they tell |

going abroad this summer, me. and all I can think of is what a curious frame of mind people must be in who search for rest anywhere in Europe today. The trip across and back may be restful, but it seems to me that any European coun-

trv could not fail to give one a sense of deep excite- |

ment. Under the surface so many emotions and uncertainties are stirring, that it 1s hard to imagine that even the people who live there become sufficiently hardened to the atmosphere to rest.

Swimming Pool Pump Breaks Down

Mrs. Morgenthau and 1 breakfasted peacefully on my sleeping porch this morning, but from that time on I have not “hibernated” quite so much as usual. There is a poem which I think all of us who live in the country should read every summer It was written by my aunt, Mrs. Douglas Robinson, about “Henderson House,” an old family home on top of a mountain nine miles from Herkimer, N. Y. I was reminded of it this morning. Our pump for the swimming pool has gone completely wrong and cleaning the pool seems to be impossible until we get another one. The plug into which all the electric’ fixtures fit when we eat out of doors, suddenly collapsed and caused a short circuit. so we had to find someone who knew about fuses. All the flowers in the house looked as though nobody ever picked fresh ones. No, one can not be lazy all the time! In the midst of so much domesticity. a man dropped in whose business needed a little help. Mrs. Charles Faverweather and her son: her sister, Mrs. Hall, who teaches girls in Japan, and a Mr. Donald Stephens alk came to lunch.

Bob Burns Says—

OLLYWOOD, July 8 —The other day, T went to a “high falutin’” debate held in a city school out here and I didn’t understand a word they said and it just made me think, with pride, of the last debate I heard in the school down home The subject was “Resolved, That more useful animal than the cow.” After the horse side sat down, a tall, lanky boy got up and says “Honorable judges—Wwe admit everything our opponent said in favor of the horse, but we claim that the cow does all that and more! “The cow is a work animal as well as the horse. Moreover the cow gives milk which to feed the children: the flesh of the cow is used for food: her horns are made into combs and such things. Then when the old cow lays down and dies, we can take her hide and stretch it over the ridge pole for a roof of your house

and turn her tail up for a lightnin’ rod.” (Copyright, 1838)

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pleasant hour trying to fish and caught a few sunfish. I | first child- |

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The Indianapolis Times

Second Section

Forever

That, Barbara's Friends Say, Explains Her New Marital Mis

By Ruth Millett

NEA Service Staff Correspondent NEW YORK, July 8.— New York socialite | friends of Barbara Hutton, ' who have watched from “box seats” her pursuit of happiness ever since her $50,000 debut in a shimmering silver ballroom here eight years ago, profess to be as surprised as any newspaper reader in Punkin Center that the “Golden Girl's” latest matrimonial venture hasn't clicked. They are inclined, however, to write down her impending European divorce from the handsome Count Court HaugwitzReventlow as just one more chapter in the Woolworth heiress’ quest for that “inner contentment” which seems to come more easily to the less wealthy girls who patronize her dime

stores than to her. “She always has been a princess of discontent,” one friend described her. “We never have understood it, but it is true that her whole life has been a series of chases after a complete happiness which she seems to feel lies just around the corner.” As a child Barbara Hutton had little that a child really needs. When the plump, golden-haired little girl was 12 years old her inheritance was estimated at $30,000.000. But she had no mother— and no home. When she was only five her mother died suddenly leaving her small daughter to inherit more money from the fortune of her grandfather, FP. W. Woolworth, than Barbara has ever known what to do with.

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HE hard life began when she lost her mother. She had no home until her father married a second time, nine years after her mother's death. And so the girl who was to have so much that newspapers dubbed her the Golden Girl was passed from relative to relative and back again to a life with a bereaved father. So a lonely child grew up into a beautiful heiress, turned magically into a Golden Girl. She was made ready for a 1930 debut at a party at the Ritz-Carlton in New York which turned the ballrooms of the hotel into a forest of silver birch trees. And then she was sent to London to bow before the King and Queen. Her life was lived on the front pages—a gay life spent lunching, teaing, and dancing with Jimmy Blakeley. Georgie Ehret, Tony Biddle, Winston Guest, or Phil Plant—socialites all. Wherever she went, men attracted by her wealth, and not repelled by her beauty, were drawn to her like bees to a honey-pot. » » » UT something was wrong. Barbara was forever running away—spending her money in Paris, London, Biarritz, Siam. Everywhere she went men swarmed about her. Whatever she did was reported—and an engagement was rumored whenever she looked twice at a plavboy. The Golden Girl denied the rumors—and continued to run away —going to Florida, Newport—or around the world. Some kind of escape, psychologists might call the urge that drove her from place to place. But then she found her Prince Charming—the Georgian Prince Alexis Mdivani, poor in money but rich in charm and quite willing to let his wife, Louise Astor Van Alen, divorce him so that he might give the Golden Girl the only worldly thing she seemed to iack, a title. Her engagement to the Prince was the beginning of a hostile press. She spent so much monev on her trousseau that she was

FRIDAY, JULY 8, 1938

Chasing Rainbows

Entered as Second-Class Matter Indianapolis,

at Postoffice.

hap

criticized ®everelv. It wasn't pleasant for anyone but Paris shopkeepers and dressmakers to know that a girl could and would spend $80 for a street purse—and buy a number of them. Barbara's answer was, “Why are people so hostile because one has a little money?” % % @ HE Golden Girl bought her latest wish. She became a princess—Princess Babs. But even her honeymoon wasn't happy. Her Prince, dodging a subpena in connection with the trial of his brothers for theft, skipped out of her private train leaving her to continue a much publicized hus-band-less honeymoon. That was the beginning of the end. In no time at all, the Princess found herself neglected while her husband, who received a handsome money dowry from her, spent most of his time with the polo ponies she had bought for him. Soon she took to writing poetry and set about getting a divorce. When the divorce was granted she married the Danish Count Court, Haugwitz-Reventlow. Again life seemed set for the girl who bought and bought but never seemed able to find what she wanted. When she recovered from a serious illness following the birth of a son, the world was ready to believe that the poor little rich girl had reached the “and-so-they-lived-happily - ever - after” chapter. But the Golden Girl who has given her two husbands so much and received so little in return. is finding another part of her life falling apart. She gave her Prince voung love, glamour, wealth, the way of living

he loved—and he left her as lonely as she had been before. She gave her Count independ-

‘Imes-Acme Photos

1 : 1. Countess Barbara Hutton Haugwitz-Reventlow at a recent social

gathering in Paris.

2. The Woolworth heiress is shown here with her Danish husband,

Count Court Haugwitz-Reventlow.

3. The Countess, who renounced her U. 8. citizenship at the time of

her second marriage, Alexis Mdivani. 4. Barbara Hutton—the

is pictured here with her first husband, Prince

“Golden Girl” of international society—

was making her first quest for marital happiness when this picture was taken during the colorful ceremony of the Russian Orthodox Church, in Paris, as she became the bride of Prince Mdivani.

ent wealth, renounced her own country to become a citizen of his, gave him a beautiful son. And

vet it seems the Golden Girl has squandered her money and youth again.

‘Government's Buy-and-Give Program Attracting Nation-Wide Attention

By Rodney Dutcher

| NEA Service Staff Correspondent

ASHINGTON, July 8—An average of about 2,000,000 families per month are receiving at least part of their food from the U. S. Government under a program which might be called “feed the hungry, clothe the naked —but kill no little pigs.” The idea of the plan is to take

| care of crop surpluses without de-

stroying them, and to take care of | | relief clients at the same time.

| Federal Surplus Commodities Corp.

| them

| precisely

Is conducting the “buy and give” program.

{ The underlying factors on which | | the FSCC campaign is based are |

simple enough, namely: Farmers are

of unemployed workers are hungry because they don't enough of the things farmers produce. The remedy: BRuv surpluses from farmers (thereby helping solve the overproduction problem) to the unemployed helping solve the relief problem). How vigorously the FSCC is doing those things is shown in the fact that purchases mounted to such astronomical figures as: 14.000.000 pounds of butter, 70.000.000 pounds of rice;

The |

and give | (thereby |

1.000.000 barrels of | | flour, 20,000,000 pounds of dry skim |

milk, 30,000,000 pounds of raisins, 8,500,000 bushels of apples, 4,000,000 pounds of cheese, 915 carloads of early cabbage, 62,000,000 pounds of dried prunes, 250,000 gallons of cane syrup, 1,000,000 cases of canned peas, and 4000 carloads of potatoes. 2 8 8 THER commodities purchased, in less impressive quantities, have included beans, eggs, cotton, grapefruit, onions, pears, frozen fish, oats, oranges, figs, turnips, tomatoes and walnuts. The FSCC program is almost exactly the reverse of the policy of

| killing little pigs which five years

ago brought protests that the Government was employing ‘scarcity Yet it is beginning to cause almost as active controversy

as did the untimely end of the un-|

fortunate porkers.

This is due in part to the fact |{}q | that the FSCC program of $78,000,- | {000 for 1938-39 has heen expanded to almost double the $40,000,000 of | jo agreements.

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1937-38 and five times as high as!

the $15,000,000 of 1936-37.

burdened with oversupply—with relief clients getting a good break. This, of course, has raised the question: Where will the “buy and give movement” stop? If the Government can buy wheat and give it away to help farmers, or buy clothing and give it away to help clothiers, why not buy automobiles and give them away to help motor manufacturers, or theater tickets to help the depressed stage?

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HE FSCC is a nonprofit organ- | stock. | Its president is Jesse W. Tapp. The |

ization without capital

vice president is F. R. Wilcox. Both of these men are AAA officials. H. C.

Alben supervises the buying and J. | E. Brickett is in charge of distribu- |

on.

When prices are falling unduly, |

FSCC may (1) set up local offices | v2) |

to buy direct from producers; ask for offers to sell, or (3) buy in regular commodity

gotiations with farmers for market-

Added to that is the fact thal the Government will buy it.

WPA has copied the plan by going

FSCC insists that food be given

into the market to buy $10,000,000 | onjy to people certified as being on

worth of men's and children’s clothing to be distributed in the same manner as the FSCC, distributes food. WPA figures that if the plan will help farmers it also will help clothing manufacturers who are

{ relief, who must receive it in addi-

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tion to whatever aid they may have been getting, thus seeking to avoid any competition with local trade. WPA families are not eligible. (Copyright, 1938)

Side Glances—By Clark

"I used to have a good white-collar job, but when the kids came

along we needed more money."

SOO 191 NEA SerUKE AX REST tT MY OFF V |

Jasper—By Frank Owen

TEST YOUR KNOWLEDGE

1—Name the capital of Vermont. 2—Who recently won the world's welterweight boxing championship? 3—How is Hawaii pronounced?

4—Name the several parts of a flower. 5—Can honey in the comb be manufactured? 6—To what species of animals do cats belong? T7—In which time zone is Switzerland? 8—Of what country is Helsingfors the capital?

1—Montpelier. 2—Henry Armstrong. 3—Hah-wi'-e, 4—Sepals, petals, stamens and pistils. 5—No. 6—Felines. 7—Central European Standard Time. 8—Finland.

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| saloon to the next, in the course of

markets. | Usually the buying depends on ne- |

This is to prevent | producers from getting the idea that they may raise all they want to, and |

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Our Town

By Anton Scherrer

It Was a Dark Day for the Whole Entertainment Business When the Roller-Skate Craze Took the City.

AS near as I recall, it was two years after the Atlantic Beer Garden opened for business that Charlie Gilmore decided to buy the place. It was a pretty little garden full of cherry trees and twittering birds where for the asking (and the price) you could drink and dine al fresco. And it was right in the heart of town, too, opposite the State House where the Cones overall people now do business. Everybody batted an eye when they heard what Charlie was up to. They couldn't figure it out, because up to that day Charlie had spent his whole time running the Checkerboard Livery Stable, and, of course, that didn't qualify him or anybody else to run a beer garden. What the people didn’t know was

that Charlie had spent his whole life hauling his clientele from one

Mr. Scherrer

which he couldn't help picking up something of use in his new venture, At that time, Indianapolis was called “concert saloons.” Some of the more prominent ones were Capt, O'Leary's where the Apollo Theater now is, Beswick's at Missouri and Washington Sts., Pat Haley's just east of Beswick's, the Red Light saloon on W. Washington St., and Jake Crone’s place opposite the Court House. All these places had as part of their equipment a little stage where they put on variety shows in much the same way tHat night clubs operate now, First thing Charlie did after he got the beer gare den was to inclose it with sheets of corrugated iron, after which he installed a stage and called the place the Zoo. The reason he called it that was because he had a few monkeys, parrots and foxes which he brought over from the livery stable. To run the Zoo, Charlie hired Fred Felton and Jim Turner, two stranded actors who had helped to make Jake Crone’s place a success. These men operated the Zoo for several seasons, enlarging the stage each year, They installed a long bar, too, and put Dell Whittaker in charge. In no time at all Charlie had the biggest beer business in Indianapolis.

City Gets Its First Roof Garden

Next thing Charlie did was to expand. He built brick walls around the corrugated iron sheets and put a roof garden on top, the first of its kind around here, He called it, the “Palm Room.” He even made money on the side because he rented the space hetween the saloon on the ground floor and the roof garden on top to Harry Hearsey and Charles F. Smith. They ran a bicycle academy where they gave lessons on the high wheel. Then all of a sudden without any kind of warning, Charlie went broke. 1 believe he went broke right after he gave Paul Dresser his start as a concert singer at the Zoo. Paul Dresser didn’t have anything to do with Charlie's failure, however. Charlie went, broke he= cause of the skating rink craze in 1885-86. Everybody spent everything he had to go roller skating, leaving nothing for the Zoo. Charlie wasn't the only one to suffer. At one time, right at the peak of the craze, it was so bad around here that Capt. English had to ring down the curtain of his theater because the hex office didn’t show more than $7 in its till.

alive with soe

Jane Jordan—

Cure of Alcoholic Is Impossible Unless He Co-Operates, Wife Told.

EAR JANE JORDAN—For more than a year my husband has been drinking. He has left me twice in one month during this last winter. I know positively that the place where he works is the fault of it, as he never drank before. I am not allowed to go any place with him. He promises to take me to a show and just because I won't let him run around by himself he won't take me. He even tried to get a di= vorce and failed. The judge gave me $8 a week support. I took him back after that, but he has been home 10 weeks and treats me as before. I love him and it hurts me to give him up, but what can I do? Would you let him go or put him in an institution for alcohol treatment? WORRIED WIFE. n " o

Answer—To commit a man to an institution for treatment may be a necessary measure to prevent him from destroying himself and his family, but it is no solution to the problem of alcoholism. The only alcoholics who get well are those who voluntarily commit, themselves because they actually want to get well and are willing to co-operate in their own recovery. The program of recovery consists of a better physical routine in which the patient observes an in=telligent program of work and relaxation, exercise and regular eating habits, More important even than building up his physical condition is his psychic reeducation. Nothing can be done until he recognizes the fact that he is an abnormal drinker who will have to work hard in order te live on a nonalcoholic basis. An alcoholic is one who has failed to shoulder the responsibility for his own life. He is one who never grew up, but clings to a childish pattern of life In which he blames everybody else but himself for his mistakes. 1 doubt very much if his place of employment is to blame for his drinking. If he hates his work and 1s not fitted for the tasks he is obliged to perform, he may drink to escape this maladjustment. In this case a change of occupation would be an advantage. However, most of us find some phases of our work unpleasant and learn to put up with it without anesthetizing ourselves. It may be that your husband receives more alco= holic stimulus than common on his job and that he would do better where he is not continuously exposed to temptation. Nevertheless, this is not so much the fault of the job as the weakness within the man Limself. No emotional appeal to this better nature helps the alcoholic in the least. On the contrary it only increases his need to drink to escape the unwelcome responsibility of living up to what his family expects, The only approach which does any good whatsoever is a realistic view of the problem. The man is sick. If he wants to get well you will do what you can to help him help himself. If he does not want to get well your only alternative is to live without him. JANE JORDAN

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

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