Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 August 1938 — Page 11

Vagabond

From Indiana = Ernie Pyle

Our Columnist Sets Out to Lose Some Money on the Races, but He Doesn't Find How to Place a Bet.

SARATOGA, N. Y., Aug. 24.—They say all | horse players die broke. But I'd be as safe from bankruptcy around the Saratoga track as anywhere else, For during a whole afternoon of watching the Sport of Kings, I never even figured out how you go about placing a bet. It seemed like reportorial cowardice not to visit America’s most glamorous track when we were so close. So out-we went. Once inside, we didn’t know where to go or how to act. We were completely out of tune with the spirit of Saratoga racing. Our first boner was trying to get into the clubhouse on a mere grandstand ticket. After that reuff, we were even timid about assailing the grandstand. When we finally got in, there wasn’t any place to sit. So we : stood in the aisle and got in everybody’s way. Suddenly the crowd yelled “They’re off.” When the crowd sat down, we decided to try to make a bet on the next race. “Maybe we ought to buy a program and see who's . running,” my wife said. That seemed: sensible, so we bought a program. All the other people were figuring in their program books, so I looked preoccupied and began putting down numbers too. When I added the numbers up, they came to 184. The second time it made 186. We decided to place our faith in a man with a badge, going around the grandstand, apparently taking bets. He stood near us and spoke as follows: “Seven is now 15%. Change the field to 11. Lady, eight is now four, but I'll give you four and a half. What's nine now? Well, you can have nine at twenty and four. Six is still six and seven has gone to 18.” ‘Let’s ask him about two plus two,” I whispered, but just then the crowd yelled “They're off.”. The horses started on the other side of the track, and we never did see them. Nn “We're not getting the hang of it,” I said. “Let's try the betting ring downstairs.” This place, under the grandstand, was about a block long, and jammed with thousands of men. Around the edge were about 70 open booths, like newsstands. In each one, men were grimly writing numbers on slates, others studiously figuring in . ledgers. “I don’t see any Petting windows,” I said. “Do you suppose we bet here at the booths?” My wife said she didn’t know. The men in the booths just figured, and the crowd just stood and looked. We didn’t see anybody pass any money. Anyway a cop came along just then and said, “No ladies allowed in here, Cap.” That made my wife mad, so we got out of there, and went to look at the horses in the paddock. The uniformed man at the gate said, go in there you can’t come back out.”

That’s No Place for Ernie

“Why not?” I said. “Because that’s the field,” he said. “What's the field?” I said. “That's where the cheap customers sit,” he said. No man in my position dare be caught dead among the cheap customers, 50 we went away as fast as possible.

We found the paddock just behind the grandstand. We had passed it twice, and didn’t know

“If you

what it was. We were fooled because there weren't

any horses in it. The horses were all out in the beautiful grounds behind the grandstand, walking around trees. There is a tree for every horse. That's the way they exercise them just before a race.

We picked out @&+<horse, and looked wisely at it,

for some time. “What do you think of its hocks?” I said. Before she could answer, they led the horse away for the next race. We had by now missed four races, and this was the seventh and last. “Shall we go watch?” I said. We looked at each other, and simultaneously started for the car. We were out far ahead of the traffic jam. : ’

My Diary By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt

First Lady's Book, a Collection Of Her Daily Columns, Is Released.

YDE PARK, Tuesday.—The book I received the other day, and which I told you gave me a thrill, is now out! It is called “My Days” and covers two years and a half of my daily writings, very carefully edited. It tries to furnish the reader with an interesting diary that is not repetitious.

This daily, stint has been fun to do, but not the least interesting part of it has been its gradually * increasing correspondence. People are so ready to help you if you speak of a difficulty or tell your ignorance on anygsubject. At times, they are not less ready to criticize, but it is all education in human reactions and that is the most interesting study in the world. 5s The world Youth Congress comes to an end today and I shall be sorry not to receive daily reports from it. Having one of the young English delegates staying in the house has kept me very well informed and I shall read the final report with great interest. Last night, I reread, because of much discussion on the vital needs of the South, the last chapter in Jonathan Daniels’ book: “A Southerner Discovers the South.” These are paragraphs which stand out for me. Remember I am quoting a Southerner! “Many aristocrats in the South, and that is the * name for both the Coca-Cola bottlers and the members of the Society of the Cincinnati, do not believe and never have believed that the people should—if they could—govern the South. Such a faith or faithlessness leads to the unincorporated mill village and the company union. Included under it are both the kindliest paternalism and the most vicious and careless exploitation.”

No Longer Room for Sectionalism

“The Southern Negro is not an incurably ignorant ape. The Southern white masses are not biologically degenerate. Both are peoples who may hang heavy on the national advance or help to speed and sustain it. Both are peoples who could consume and produce more wealth.” “Increasingly the ancient and venerable do without plan is deserted. But what of a new plan for the * South?” This is a question of natipnal interest. The South must have a fair deal and stand on an equal footing with the rest of the country industrially. Southern people must have the same opportunities for education and health. We must learn to think nationally, “for there is no longer room for sectionalism if we are " to progress.

Bob Burns Says—

OLLYWOOD, Aug. 24.—I never saw a big, successful executive that was chicken-hearted. A man in that position has’ta hire and fire a lot of people and while anybody: can hire, you have'ta have a pretty stoney heart to fire a man. I often think that’s the reason my folks never went in much for hig business. They're jest naturally too tender hearted. 1 was sittin’ on Uncle Sanky’s porch one day in August when we saw a man come trudgin’ wearily down a hot, dusty road and when he reached the front of the house, he stopped and wiped the sweat from his eyes and asked how far it was into Van Buren. Uncle Sanky said, “It's about a half a mile, brother.”

After the man’d gone, I said, “Uncle Sanky, you

“know it’s more than half a mile into Van Buren!” ‘And Uncle Sanky says, “Yes, but he was a nice polite *ella, and he looked so tired that I didn’t have the to tell B was four Titles.

The New State

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 24, 1938.

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Entered as Second-Class Matter at Postoffice, Indianapolis, Ind.

Soft-Spoken Harold Shindle er r Says He Will Follow Rh odes 4

Commander Shindler relaxes after his election.

By Joe Collier

HAROLD ALLEN SHINDLER, new In-

diana Department of the

American Legion commanddeclares he is ong those who believe that swords should bé turned into plow-shares. That's his announced philosophy” It is inherited, he says from the last Legion administration. Mr. Shindler, expansively tired after six straight hours of

Legion politics, loosened. his

tie and said: -

“I am tired.” . Mr. Shindler is of medium build, is soft-spoken, and is a roofing salesman, and not a lawyer, as was previously reported. To make his occupation more complicated, he is a graduate of the University of Illinois Pharmaceutical School, but has never practiced as a druggist. In 1918, when he was a senior, Mr. Shindler wore a naval uniform, a mortar board, and a naval uniform in the order named, in rapid succession. He was enlisted into the naval service. They found out that in only two weeks from the time he had enlisted he would have been graduated. So, the Navy, with superior foresight, gave him a furlough and allowed him to be graduated. Less than a week after he was granted a degree, and still at the beginning of his enlistment, he had re-exchanged his academic gown for a sailor’s suit.

T ‘the Great Lakes Training Station he remained through the duration of the war, principally because he was technically able to take his place in the medical corps. Since then he never has practiced pharmacy.

Everyone was tired when the

state convention ‘adjourned four hours late yesterday. Probably no one was more tired than Mr. Shind'er, whose candidacy, contrary {0 the usual run of Indiana Legion department politics, was seriously challenged, Nevertheless, Mr. Shindler, whose hair is gray at the temples and who estimates he will have to double his normal mileage next year, said that he is prepared to

“f am tired,” he says.

Mr. Shindler is congratulated by Isadore Levine (right) as W. Carl Graham (left) and John Fuller look on. ih

enjoy the duties of state commander which he has: “every reason to expect” will be vigorous. .Mr. Shindler is 41, four years younger than the average Legionnaire. As a Navy man, he follows Russell B. Rhodes, retiring commander, who was a naval aviator during the war. declares he also. follows Mr. Rhcdes in his policies and objectives, which feature the Legion's program for young people. Mr. Shindler has long been associated with ‘the Boy Scouts at Newburgh. He says Mrs. Shindler looks upon his Legion and: Boy Scout activities: as his hobby. It

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is reported that Scout membership in the nine counties over which he recently was in charge, gained phenomenally. 8 8 =»

UE is 13. Nancy is 11. Jack is 14. McCawley is 8. Newburgh’s population is 1400. The Shindler home contains nine rooms, and the house is cottage type. There are five terraces from the house to the Ohio River. William: Sayer, reappointed state adjutant by Commander - Shindler, says that Mrs. Shindler bakes excellent biscuits. He called them “swell.” Mr. Shindler says that as a salesman he drives about 30,000 miles a year.

“How much will that. be in-

creased next year?” he was asked.

Adjutant Sayer smirked and said: “By twice.”

Commander Shindler took from his pocket:a request from a Richmond post to speak. He already had assured post members he would be there and had told three other posts, wanting him the same date, that he was engaged. He seemed distressed at this conflict in engagements. Commander Shindler said that

“he believed, as a “thoughtful

guess,” that the peak of the American . Legion membership, numerically,, would be: reached

within 10 years; perhaps. He said it might be five or seven or 10. # # t J

E was asked two direct questions, and his answers showed the range of his caution. One was:

“What objectives do you have for the Legion for your admin-

istration?” Answer: “A dignified neutrality; resist ance to a war of invasion; and a peak membership:” “How tired are you?” “So tired I don’t know how it’s possible: for me to sit here.” Commander Shindler had not been to bed for 48 hours.

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By Raymond Clapper

Columnist Is Expecting Rep. Dies To Go After That Other Dangerous Hollywood Citizen, Mickey Rooney

(Anton Scherrer Is on Vacation)

VV ASHINGTON, Aug. 24.—Having heard the horrendous testimony that Miss Shirley Temple is aiding the Communists, the Dies House Committee which is investis gating un-American activity has voted to ask the Administration for help in unmasks ing other equally dangerous citizens. Rep. Dies wants special investigators to go to Hollywood to get at the’bottom of the Communist vies there. It is to be hoped that Rep.

. Dies will get in on this junket him-

self. I would like particularly to be on hand to see Rep. Dies who looks like - a , professional wrestler, go at young Mickey Rooney. Rep. Dies is a big Congressman and he can abuse Shirley Temple with comparative safety because she is a little lady. But his Congressional immunity would be little protection in any attempt, within fist range, to pin a Communist tag on Mickey Rooney. Not until I'd discovered that . Shirley Temple has replaced Mr. Roosevelt as our latest Red menace Ma. Ctappey could I become interested in the Dies investigation. Rep. Dies has provided entertainment for a host of elderly lady spectators who are spending the summer in Washington. But I have heard before that there are Communists in the United States. One of them ran for President in 1936 and received 80,000 votes, The. other Communists voted for Mr. Roosevelt. They, publish a newspaper that anyone can buy. Its edie torials lean pro-New Deal. Everybody knows that when the Communists found they couldn’t get anye where in America on the old Marxist line they began hitchhiking on the Roosevelt liberal movement. They try to bore from within. They have kicked up trouble in some of the C. I. O. unions. An intelligent Congressional investigation would be informative—one that went after facts instead of

-making itself a sounding board for the ghost stories of

cranks. Rep. Dies was opposed for renomination in Texas by the C. I. O., and as soon as he won he came racing back to Washington and called to the witness stand the most bitter C. I. O.-hater in the A. F. of L, to smear as Communists rival labor leaders like John Brophy of C. I. O. who is: one of the most active laymen in the Catholic Church, a man with two daughters who are nuns and a son preparing for the priesthood. Some Communist! The Dies show has been the joke of Washington, the laugh of the press gallery, an useful tool through which Republicans on the commite tee could ask questions smearing the Roosevelt Administration. -

Produce the Evidence Against Shirley

Communists and Nazis have had hard going in America. While the spirit which has motivated the Roosevelt Administration remains dominant in Amer= ica, your Nazis and your Communists won't be able to make a sale. In Maryland, Sengtor Tydings is yelling Commile nist at his opponent, Rep. David J. Lewis, who just happens to be a sincere liberal who was for the New

Deal objectives before Mr. Roosevelt found a names

for them. If you want to encourage communism in

. this country, put-the Government in the hands of ree

actionaries like Senator Tydings. I'm waiting to hear more about Shirley Temple and her flirtation with the Communists. The Dies witness tells us that Shirley has been unwittingly exploited by the Communists, then shuts up tight. If they have anything on her, let's hear it. If not, then in the name of chivalry sir, in the name of all that Southern manhood stands for, Congressman Dies of Temas, Se us. It is you, Congressman Dies, who are on trial. ~

Jane Jordan— + Autoist Seeks Jane's Answer to

Problem a Drive Downtown Brings,

EAR JANE JORDAN-—I do not understand the ladies, Goa bless them, and I'm bitter about the whole thing. Recently a sorority sister of my wife whom I had failed to recognize, complained to my wife that while she was waiting for a bus I had driven up and stopped to invite a man to ride downe town with me and left her standing to wait 20 minutes for a bus. Iplead guilty. I did not ask the lady to ride because I determined some time ago never to offer a ride to an unknown female, even if she were up to her knees in mud in the midst of a hail storm. I live on the North Side and for a long time it has been my custom to pick up someone on the way down. Former ly I did not draw the line, but I've had young ladies haughtily turn their back without a word when I've offered them transportation. I've had ladies old enough to be my mother sit on the edge of the seat uncomfortably as if expecting any moment that I would turn on them like a wild animal. I've found it necessary to explain while going down Central Ave. that I turn here to go over to Washington Blvd. because that street is smoother, Once a lady who looked as if she should belong to a “Lonesome Hearts” club told me she would take a chance on riding down with me if she could ride on the back seat. Not once in five times did a lady thank me as if she meant it. Now what would the feminine point of view be in this situation? My wife thinks I'm an old meanie, GOIN’ TO TOWN:

Answer—The ladies have been frightened by nia tales. Between the murderers and the mashers the poor shivering females are terrified of any man in afy automobile unless they know his family history fom generations back and even then their teeth chattey slightly. Of course it is pretty silly. The average male mems ber of the morning ‘traffic has no idea of murder, There may be some mashers who hope to add a name, to their address books, but they are easily discouraged, I've seen a bedraggled woman with a baby turn down a ride in-the rain and it has its humorous ase pects, I admit. It, does seem to me that even the timid could be courteous. “No, thank you” is more gracious than a frozen backbone. And once they have accepted the ride, rudeness is unpardonable. Explain to your wife’s friend that you are a crushed and broken man and whenever you see a skirt on the sidewalk you haven’ the courage to lift your eyes high enough to recognize the wearer. Tell your wife that ou have eyes for ng woman but her. Maybe that will fix it.

JANE JORDAN, Th

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answer your questions in this column daily.

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