Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 July 1938 — Page 13
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From Indiana=Ernie Pyle
Ernie Meets an Ohio Lawyer Who Has Run for President Two Times; He Suggests U. S. Might Buy Europe.
OLUMBLUS, O., July 15.—The phone rang and it was some anonymous guy who wanted to give me a tip for a column. He said it was about a lawver in Columbus who is 0. K. except that he always runs for President.
That sounded good to me, so I went over to see |
He was willing to talk. His name is He has been running for President
since 1828. He has never got in yet. Mr. Ross is a
the lawyer Olin J. Ross
gentle-spoken, | nice-looking, gray-haired man. His | office is a step back to something |
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Entered as Second-Class Matter Indianapolis. Ind
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Crowd of 30,000 Greets Hughes and Companions at Floyd Bennett Field
of 40 years ago. He has to dust | ;
off the wooden rocking chair before you sit down.
A settee is piled two feet deep | is a |
with papers. The office chair high-backed swivel one. The phone is on one of these push-and-pull things. “Do you seriously feel that vou
might get to be President some |
day?” I asked Mr. Ross. “Well, I'm not banking on it,” he said. “But you never can tell where lightning will strike. For one thing, I've got a trade. I used to be a carpenter. That cught to go good.” What would you do if vou got to be President?” I asked Mr. Ross. Well, I'm not saving.”
Mr. Pyle
he answered.
Mr. Ross started running for President when some friends formed a sort of club to promote him. It has had as many as 600 members. They chip in anvwhere from a dime to $5 apiece. But campaign fund he ever had was $150. He says. that in 1928 he got a tenth as many votes in the Ohio primaries as Hoover cid. And in '32 he got three times as many as in '28—or about 30.000,
Mr. Ross started out in life as a carpenter. He
drifted over into law because he felt that it was the |
noblest of professions. Mr. Ross is an energetic prohibitionist. He used to belong to the Prohibition Party, and was a convention delegate He doesn't smoke or chew, and savs he has no bad habits Mr. Ross has never married. He has a a private home, gets to the office a all the way. Or rather he runs park on his way to work, and every morning he runs clear across it breath There never has been a President,” savs Ross, “who could run across that park without dropping dead.”
His Speeches Are Nose-Ticklers
During our long and pleasant conversation Mr. Ross and I discussed many important things, among them our natural resources. Mr. Ross feels that we have enough natural resources to buy Europe.
I've figured it up,” he says, “and if vou count in all our resources like stores and streets, this country is worth about 750 billions. That's enough, I figure to buy Europe. Of course I don't know whether they'd want to sell or not.” °° Mr. Ross has a number of old friends over the state who write letters to the newspapers about him. In fact, he writes quite a few himself. He also has his speeches printed, and hands them out. He gave me at least a dozen printed copies, ranging in subject from “Rationalism and Government” to Savec from Nothing.” They are musty and brown and crackly, and get up vour nose like dust when vou handle them. But I intend eventually to read them. Finallv had to rush away, and I learned only two other interesting things about Mr. Ross. First, he
room 1n
runs for President on the Republican ticket; second, |
he is a constant reader of this column, and thinks it's wonderful. So “Ross-for-President” is my battlecry.
My Diary By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt First Lady Takes
Scheider Tivoli
and 1 vesterday
YDE FARK, drove up to my
Thursdav.—Mrs old home at
afternoon to see my aunt, Mrs. David Gray, who is |
there with her husband for a time. The two grandchildren went with us and we had much conversation about the past. The house is more or less falling to pieces. I told them about the games of hide-and-seek and tag which we used to play around the piazza which entirely surrounded it. I felt sorry that half the piazza was gone and had to caution the children to walk gingerly on the rest, for fear of their felling through. We walked over to the stable and I reminded them that this was the particular walk I used to take many times in a day to order the carriage or horses. Thev counted the stalls and regretted the horses were not still there. They must have felt some of the charm of the old place because, as we left, Buz remarked, “I'd like to have this place.” They were in an inquisitive frame of mind and demanded of Mrs. Scheider when she had first seen me. when she had first seen Mrs. Gray, when she had first seen them, and, finally, turning to me, Buz said: “When did you first see me, Grandmere?” I told him I was in the room when he and Sistie were born. so I had known them longer than anyone else except “Mummy.” Then we described the place where all had been born and I told him that Sis was the first little baby their uncles, Franklin and John, had ever seen. After looking at her for a long time, they asked if, on their return two weeks later from a visit to Warm Springs, she would be able to walk and talk. Sometimes when I am with children I wish I were a real fountain of wisdom instead of a supposed one. I imagine every mother and grandmother has that feeling frequently
Seats Are Uncomfortable
Mrs. Scheider, Mrs. Morgenthau, her son and 1 went to the Millbrook Theater last night and saw a revival of “They Knew What They Wanted” by Sidney Howard. As the play progressed. I realized that I had seen it before but it was well done and the evening was extremely pleasant. I would recommend all those who take over old churches or meeting houses and turn them into theaters, to take a good look at the pews, for our ancesters evidently
did not mean people to be very comfortable in church. | I think the pews were designed for the express pur= |
pose of keeping people awake during the long-drawn-out sermons. In consequence, our only complaint last night was that the pews in the theater were not conducive to comfort. I wonder if many of you have seen a little book published by the Young Women’s Christian Association called, “The Woman in the House.” It deals with a question of interest to all women, the relation= ship of the housewife to her household employees, and is most helpful from both points of view.
Bob Burns Says—
OLLYWOOD, July 15.—Some people have an idea . that us natives from Arkansas are easy prey for “gold brick salesmen” and other confidence men. That might've been true in the old days, but we have been preyed on so much that we have gotten to be the most skeptical people in the world and when those fast talkin’ salesmen fellas start workin’ on us, we freeze up on ‘em, I have an uncle who had a chronic case of chills and when he was out here, he went to see a specialist about it. When the specialist got enthusiastie and said that for a certain sum he could cure my uncle's chills overnight, my uncle says, “No, I've been shakin’ with the chills for 40 years and I'm afraid a sudden change wouldn't be good for me.”
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(Copyright, 1238)
Conditions change so fast that I hold my judgment in abeyance.” |
He figures to be right in there fighting in 1940. |
stopping only once in the middle for |
Mr. |
Grandchildren |
On a Visit to Her Former Home. |
the biggest
7:30, and walks | 33 There is a 40-acre |
Propellers still whirling, the plane which carried Howard Hughes and four companions on their dramatic ’round-the-world flight taxis to a stop on a runway at Floyd Benneit Field in New York. Part of the crowd of 30,000 which was on hand to greet the fliers may be seen. In this giant Lockheed “flying laboratory” the fliers completed their amazing dash in 2 days 19 hours and 14 minutes.
Covered with glory and a curly stubble, Howard Hughes appeared weary as he drove from the airport after his record-smashing fight. An endless round of receptions and functions awaited him, however.
Howard Hughes and his flying companions are shown as they were greeted by officials shortly after In the photo are, left to right, Grover Whalen, head of the 1539 New York
bringing their plane down,
we
Minutes after he and his companions set their plane down, Mr. Hughes walks from his ship with
Mr. Hughes and his heroic crew pose for “just one more” picture at the home of Mr. Whalen before retiring to a well-earned rest after their amaz-
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officials.
Left
Side Glagnces—By Clark
World's Fair; Mr. Hughes (wearing hat); Al Lodwick, manager of the flight; Richard Stoddart, radio engineer; Mavor F. H. La Guardia: Ed Lund, engineer, and Thomas Thurlow, navigator.
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Left to right are Mayor La Guardia, Mr. Whalen, Mr. Hughes and Mr. Lodwick.
Times-Acme Photos,
ing 3-day 19-hour 14-minute dash around the world. right are Mr. Thurlow, Mr. Lund, Mr. Hughes, Mr. Stoddart and Harry P. M. Connor, navigator,
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Our Town
By Anton Scherrer
The First Street Lights in the City Were Impressive Enough, but They Didn't Give Any Illumination.
ALWAYS counted myself a lucky kid when father took me up town by way of Pennsylvania St. Luckier still when he let me linger in front of the Brush Electric Co., which as near as I recall was on the west
| side of the street about a half block north
of Pogue's Run. For sheer mystery there was nothing around here to equal the Brush electric plant, let alone beat it, ‘It was a whitewashed, square 100m as neat as a pin, and just big enough to accomodate a couple of modest-looking machines. Up to that time all the machines around here were horribiy big and anything but modest. But that wasn't all. As far as anybody could see, the Brush do anything but make a pleasant noise like that of a Outside of that, there wasn't a sign to show what the
. Mr. Scherrer machines were good for, and I'm
| sure I never would have guessed {heir purpose had
not, father taken time off one day to say that the Brush machines made the light with which to illuminate the streets of Indianapolis. If father hadn't
{ said it, I wouldn't have believed it even then.
Father treated the subject rather exhaustively that day, I remember. He said the Indianapolis light-~ ing system was an invention on the part of Mr. Charles Francis Brush, a Cleveland scientist who thought it up «in 1876. I distinctly recall, too, that father thought rather well of the invention because I remember his saying that it wouldn't surprise him if electric arc-lighting was the coming thing. Father said the Brush plant got started in Indianapolis sometime around the beginning of the Eighties, and that the first electric light was put up in the center of the Circle where the Soldiers and Sailors’ Monument now stands. It was put on top of a 150-foot-high wood tower built expressly for that purpose. To enable a man to replace the burnt-out carbons, they built a little elevator on the order of a dumb-waiter which balanced at exactly 150 pounds so that they never could use very heavy men for the job.
Shotguns Taken to Church .
After they got that done, they built four more towers, each 85 feet high, at the start of the four avenues. They didn't have elevators. Father said the whole thing was a grand idea, but that it didn't work worth a cent. It left the streets in utter darkeness and encouraged the footpads to ply their trade The footpads got to be so bad around here finally, said father, that they had to take the towers down. That brought the lights nearer the street which made more sense, even if it wasn’t as monumental. Before they got to that point, however, the Rev. Myron Reed, then pastor of the First Presbyterian Church, delivered a sermon in the course of which he said it was the duty of all good Christians to attend service, even if they had to arm themselves against footpads. And sure enough, when the next prayer-meeting night came around, a half-dozen prominent citizens went to church carrying double-barreled shotguns on their shoulders.
Jane Jordan
Those Who Cannot Overcome Love Disappointments Only Hurt Selves.
EAR JANE JORDAN-—I read about Worried Wife, I feel sorry for her for I have the same trouble. Well,
he cannot get a divorce because I am a good woman, I will not get a divorce from him because I love him.
{ I wrote him and asked him to meet me but he never
answered the letter; so through grief I lost my baby. He makes good money but fights to reduce my support money. He left me with all his debts so I pay a little on them each week. Right now I am very sick. My husband will not visit me so I do not write him any more. 1 just toughed it out although my heart is broken. I will be <o glad if you can advise me. A FRIEND. ” n n
Answer—It would be healthier for you to despise your husband than to love him after he has treated you so badly. I believe you would feel better if you simply let loose of your hostile feelings toward him instead of letting your giief and anger make you sick. It is, of course, a severe shock to lose the person one loves by death or by desertion. With normal people time heals these wounds. Each day the pain of parting grows less and less until at last the bereaved one invests his frustrated love in a new person. Sometimes we find a person who cannot readjust readily and perhaps not at all. His pain grows greater instead of less. With the loved person gone, his emotions are left dangling with nothing on which he can center them. Disappointment breaks love into its two components of love and hatred, and both snap back on the self instead of being redirected. Illnesses ensue; depressions flourish; courage dies. It is the self that suffers instead of the person who caused the trouble. We hear people who cannot recover from their love disappointments make the claim that they love harder than anybody else. Actually this is not the case. It is simply that they are less adjustable than other people. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that they hate harder than anybody else although
| nobody suffers from their hatred but themselves.
That is why I think it would be healthier for vou simply to despise your husband for the pain he has caused you and let go of the conviction that you can love a man who mistreats you. I see no reason why vou should bother to revenge yourself on him but simply suggest that you be honest about jour own feelings. You're bound to resent him even though you wish him no ill. I firmly believe that you can recover vour health and earn your way to independence in time. These are the first steps toward finding a better person in whom to invest your affections. Isn't this a pleas anter goal to set than to sit around and nurse wounded love which has been rejected by the person to whom it was offered? JANE JORDAN.
Put your problems in a letter to Jane Jordan, who will answer your questions in this column daily.
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