Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 September 1941 — Page 9

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Washington

appropriated seven billion. dollars for lend-lease supplies, Now President Roosevelt asks for six billions

more. That makes a total of 13 billion dollars. It"

the sum that the Federal Government expects to collect in taxes during the coming year under the unprecedentedly high rates. Evidently there is no ' longer much serious question as to the advisability of the lend-lease policy as such. Congress approved the policy after long hearing and debate. There is every indication it has met with growing approval on the part of the country. * Former -isolationists are swingj ing around to the conviction that i it is very much to our interest to “hE SE see Hitler defeated. Senator Cap- . per, the old reliable weathervane from.bleeding Kan- . Sas, has shifted. One of the most voluble critics in the House, Rep. Dirksen of Illinois, seems to Lave * walked out on The Chicago Tribune. Herbert Hoover is working his way around to a more tenable position, and said in his speech this week that we must give tools of defense to the democracies. And now we have the most significant development of all, the action of the American Legion national convention in planting itself firmly behind President Roosevelt and even pushing him toward outright repeal of the Neutrality Act. Col. Lindbergh and the crackpot letter writers are still busy kut they are beginning to sound like lonesome drums.

Not Very Effective Yet

THE QUESTION NOW is whether to make this lend-lease policy as strong and effective as we can make it or whether to starve it. : It has not as yet been very effective. Affer six months we have laid down only $190,000,000 in materials to those fighting Hitler, a trivial amount , compared with the seven billion dollars available. _ We cannot send faster than we produce, but we

‘is almost exactly

By Raymond Clapper

have not sent as much food as we might have sent. The new lend-lease request allocates $1,875,000,000 for

agricultural, industrial and other commodities and]

articles. Food and agricultural equipment are as

vital as arms. As the flow of goods enlarges, more}

shipping will be needed. In other words the whole stream will enlarge as time goes on.

In these matters it is better to overestimate the| |

need than to underestimate it. Still further expan-

sion of capacity will be required, and the assurance,

of orders is needed far in advance.

The Price Will Be High IT STILL IS IMPOSSIBLE to foresee the extent of the demands that will be made on American in-

dustry. Russia is adding greatly to that demand al-|

- ready. Not. only will Russia need arms but there will be heavy demands for clothing, shoes and other articles. : ; Obviously the price of defeating Hitler will be high. It will be high for us in materials. It will be high and is now high: for every other country, not only in materials but in lives. Yet, so far as we are concerned, ‘there is no choice. We either throw in the materials now, or else if there is a Hitler victory we will. throw in the materials for an indefinite period with a very good chance of having to fight a war directly with Hitler later on. : Were Hitler to win, he would begin at once preparing for the next war, and we would have no allies upon whom to count, for they would all be producing goods for the Hitler war machine. ! The question of repaying lend-lease outlays still remains to be considered. Whether all or part of the funds are to become a gift has not yet been seriously discussed. The first consideration has been to get a flow of material going across. Later. the question of at least partial repayment in raw materials doubtless will come up. : But even if it costs one year’s tax collections in the United States, it will be nothing, because the assurance of a free world is something that cannot be priced in dollars. I suspect that the people of France would gladly pay a year’s taxes to get Hitler off their necks.

' | to start his travels again.

Because of Mrs. Pyle’s serious illness, Ernie Pyle is not yet able to resume his daily column. As soon as Mrs. Pyle is safely on the way to recovery, Ernie hopes

Inside Indianapolis (And “Our Town’)

PROFILE OF THE WEEK: Hugh McGibeny, head of the Arthur Jordan Conservatory’s violin department, expert billiard player and Golden Hill’s No. 1 baseball fan. Old-timers recall him best as a member of “The McGibeny Family,” billed from coast to : coast a half-century ago as “The Largest Musical Family in the World.” At its peak, there were 16 members—the father and mother, 12 children and two daughters-in-law—all musicians. Hugh McGibeny, then billed as the “boy wonder,” today is a sandy-haired man of 75 who has devoted his entire .career to his beloved violin. As a youngster, he was slender, but his hearty appetite and the confinement of teaching have changed that. Now he’s nearly as big around as he is tall, to stretch things a bit. Actually, he weighs about 185, stands about 5- feet 5 inches. He looks 15 or 20 years younger than" his real age, and usually has 4 smile on his face. His eyes are hazel and he wears glasses, He's extremely tolerant and sympathetic, especially with his pupils. In a genial, wise-cracking mood most of the time, he usually has the “makings” of a smile on his full face. =. x a

40 Years in One Room :

As the “boy wonder,” Hugh McGibeny played the drums and sang comic songs. It wasn’t until an accident ended his brother Frank’s violin career that he got to take up the instrument of his choice. He studied in Germany after the troupe broke up, spent’ a couple of years in Richmond, Ind., then came here as a teacher. He’s taught in the same room—in the old Metropolitan School Building at Ft. Wayne Ave. and North Sts.—the last 40 years. No matter if the old room is hot in the summer, cold in the winter and noisy the year round, he wouldn’t think of taking another. . : Mr. McGibeny loves teaching, and if the school didn’t watch him, he’d have all the pupils and be teaching 22 hours a day without a break. He wears a velvet smoking jacket, for comfort, while he teaches; . smokes a cigar or pipe almost constantly except when -he’s playing, and often uses his violin in gesturing. His pet peeve is students that aren’t interested in - their studies. Likely as not he’ll escort them to the - door and bid them an indignant adieu. No use wasting either their time or his, he tells them. But he’ll spend infinite time and patience on even the dullest student who tries to learn.

The Navy ‘Press’ By Charles T. Lucey

WASHINGTON, Sept. 20.—An attempt by the Navy to influence public opinion against an independ‘ent United States air force, by supplying ready-made

editorials which it asked newspapers to publish, was revealed today. The. propagandizing effort was made _ by Lieut. Tyrrell Krum, public relations officer of the Eighth Naval District, New Orleans, which is commanded by Capt. T. A. Thomson Jr. Mr. Krum is a former press agent of the U. S. Housing Authority here. The material sent the newspapers commended existing U. S. naval aviation and emphasized weaknesses said to have been shown in the independent British rik. and Italian aviation forces. Frank Knox In a Hjemorandun] to editors accompan material, dated Sept. 13, Lieut. Krum opanYine ; “Enclosed is an article entitled ‘The Navy and the Separate Air Force’ which has been prepared for the information of the press. As the subject indicates, it deals with the proposition of whether the air wing of the Navy should be merged with other air units into a separate air force. . “We would appreciate it if you would give this article your thoughtful consideration, and if you see fit, bring it before the public through the columns of

My Day

. WASHINGTON, Friday.—The President left last night for Hyde Park, where he will have the pleasure of seeing two of our grandsons, little Pranklin III, and Haven Clark Roosevelt, I saw Johnny and Anne started on their drive West at a very early hour yesak terday morning. They expect to settled by the time I start their young son on his frip by train across the continent. In the meantime, I am missing an opportunity of

very anxious about my brother.

The President has, in addion, as visitors in Hyde Park, e

; , and : there with her. ee i a re e 5 befor Bis Tetum on n to get a comp e meantime, IT am being kept busy by: visits brother in’ the hospital, and meetings with vari-

reach San Diego, Cal, and to be.

He Likes His Sauerbraten

His collection of violins constantly is being depleted. If a young pupil—the youngsters are his favorites—can’t afford a violin, or has a poor one, Mr. McGibeny is likely to say: “You just take one of . mine.” : : His knowledge of rare violins and bows is unusual. An antique dealer once tried to -sell him a “rare German” bow for $50. “Made in Chicago in ’05,” said Mr. McGibeny, explaining how he could tell. The dealer had the discrepancies “corrected,” sold the bow to one of New York’s best known violin connoisseurs for $65. ; Clothes are the least of Mr. McGibeny’s worries. He. cares not a whit for such trivia as whether his shirt and tie match. Last winter he and Mrs. McGibeny went to a formal party. The circumstances were such that she didn’t get to inspect him before they left. When they arrived and he took off his overcoat, Mrs. McGibeny gasped. He looked like Diamond Jim Brady. He'd put a set of vest buttons in his shirt front instead of studs. He enjoys all kinds of food, especially German dishes such as sauerbraten, topped off with a cold glass of beer. He likes wrestling matches but goes completely overboard about baseball. Occasionally he goes out to see the Indians play and sits alongside third base. Sometimes he gets to Chicago to see his son Donald, a WGN announcer, and while there manages to get to Comiskey Park. On Sundays he’ll sit in front of the radio from 2 to 7 p. m,, picking up every game he can tune in.

Swing Offends His Ears

He keeps the radio going almost constantly when he’s home and when there aren’t any baseball games on he listens to good music and to- dramatic programs dealing with humanity. Dr. Christian and the Court of Missing Heirs are a couple of his favorites. The one thing on the radio fo which he won’t listen is swing. It offends his ears. Mr. McGibeny, like all violinists, always has been careful of his hands; has refused to drive a cor on that score. He took up billiards as a recreation not dangerous to his hands, and became an expert. He 10ves to tell little jokes on himself, such as the time he was waiting for a bus and noticed he'd lost one of his overshoes. He'd been carrying them. Since only one was useless, he rather petulantly threw the remaining overshoe as far as he could. He turned around and nearly bumped into a man Jaod found the lost overshoe and was handing it im. ;

your publication. It is suggested that it might well be run as an editorial either in full or in part. Any use which you may make of the material contained in this piece will be appreciated.”

‘IVs a Rotten Thing’

E. M. Pooley, editor of the El Paso Herald-Post, a Scripps-Howard newspaper, was one of those who received the handout. He wrote Lieut. Krum: “I think it is a rotten thing for officers of the United States Navy to try to plant editorials concerning a matter which their superiors— the people and their representatives in Congress—must decide. A sailor doing the same thing would be subject to discipline. The Admirals should follow the same law of the Navy. “I am amazed that a thing so resembling the handout editorials of the German press dictators should come from an American institution.” The editor said that in the future he would be glad to receive “any news of the Navy the Secretary Sosy Bes) for Bis Inagezine articles, but I will thank was e people's money sending m propaganda.” y . This was a reference to a revelation by Secretary of the Navy Frank Knox, in a recent magazine article, that an American naval observer had been aboard the airplane which sighted the German battleship Bismarck—a fact which had been kept from the newspapers.

By Eleanor Roosevelt

ous people in preparation to moving into .th quarters of the Office of Civilian I aiid into an organization which already has started always means, for a while, that you are a little breathless trying to catch up with what everybody has done. I can hope to achieve in the near future only a slight ‘knowledge of the work thus far accomplished. I came across an amusing editorial in one of our newspapers the other night, entitled, “America Eats.” It is an attack on the WPA writers program because, forsooth, they have undertaken to prepare a book on American eating habits! They say that an indignant reader wishes tq know: “How much will this new oggling cost?”

ead oon the reader and the editorial writer lack an historical approach. In the future, many people are going to be more interested in knowing what we ate in this period of our history, than in a great many other things which seem more important to. these solemn minded writers.

For instance, a scientist may, perhaps, be able’ to} certain

tell because of this book, wh physical characteristics or ailments existed in our people at this particular time. He may .be able to trace from the eating habits of certain sections, the reasons for certain sociological changes. You are not interested in saung habits purely because you like food. These

the English newspapermen.

several years. A few days before she had left Paris she received news that her husband and her brother were both “missing.” Jackie bore up beautifully. :

Convinced that both were dead and that France too was dead, she wanted to go to England. But she had no passport. We couldn’t

freighter. However, she decided to drive from Bordeaux to Pointe de Graves with us. We all slept on the dock or in the fields adjacent, waiting for the dawn. It was a long time coming. Then a brisk English naval officer appeared on the scene. He was in charge of getting refugees out to the ships. : “You are all going on the 8S. S. Benekom,” he said. “The ship is supposed to wait for a train load of people coming from Bordeaux but I have a suspicion that the captain may get the wind up and just leave. I'd better get you out there now.” ” ” 2

. .. and Jackie Smiled

HE HAD A TENDER waiting at the end of the dock. Downs handed him the key of his car. “It’s almost new. I can’t take it with me,” he said. “Maybe you can find a use for it.” The officer shook his head wearily. “I've been offered 200 cars in the past week. Sorry, I have no use for a car.” Downs asked him if he wanted our passes. He shook his head impatiently. Obviously he didn’t want to be bothered with any red tape. Jacqueline stood there looking at Dewns. We all stood there awkwardly. We had all been through a lot together and the thought of leaving Jacqueline alone in France made us all miserable. However, she had no passport, no pass for the ship, and legally had no right to leave France. But Downs was: the boss. - “Come on, Jackie,” he said, and for the first time in a week, Jackie smiled. - We climbed into the tender. The dawn was just beginning to come over the horizon. The Benekom was a sturdy, 10,000-ton freighter, and she looked awfully good to us. The Chief Engineer met us as we climbed aboard. He was ‘all smiles and he spoke English. He certified what the British naval officer had said. The cap-

During the night the Germans had dropped bombs all around the ship but had missed. Then they had returned and swooped low and had machine-gunned the Benekom. The = captain would be very happy to get to sea. There was hot coffee waiting for us in the galley, the Chief added. ¥ ” ” t ‘You're the Admiral’ A TARPAULIN had been spread over the aft hatch, and this was to be our home. We unrolled our sleeping bags and unpacked. We had been told that each of us could bring aboard only ‘what ‘could be carried in a knapsack. I had two bottles of brandy, two

half dozen handkerchiefs and my typewriter. Downs had about the same. . : “This is going to be a difficult trip, mon General,” I suggested to Downs. “We'd better start working angles right now.”

whole staff proved that. 7s = “I'm the General,” he said a little wearily. “I only. function on land. How about you being the Admirel? What angles can we work?” ros “I will love up the Chief Engineer,” I said. “A Chief Engicabin.

habits be the source which explain many events in ¢ history of this period, a ?

neer always has a nice

get her a pass to board the.

A couple of youngsters somewhere in Lotisiana pile aboard a bantam car for a looksee at the wooden machine gun with which it is armed. It is one of the vehicles in the sham battle between the 2d and 3d armies. ; ;

CHAPTER SIX By QUENTIN REYNOLDS DOWNS AND 1 heard that a Dutch freighter was to leave for England from Bointe de Graves. passes from the embassy which entitled us to a passage on the ship. Then we headed for the harbor. Reluctantly I left my Baby Austin in front of the Cafe Suisse in Bordeaux, hoping that someone would provide it with a good home. It had been a friendly little car. Downs decided to evacuate his whole staff to England. Mickey Wilson had gone two days before with Knick and But we still had a formidable group to get on that ship. a There were Merrill Mueller, John McVane and his wife, Lucy, William the office boy and the Comtesse Jacqueline de Moduit. Jackie was the office secretary. She was French of course and she had worked for Downs for

We got

end up with that cabin of his. Then we have no cigarets—none at all. Maybe he has some. I'll start by giving him a bottle of brandy.” ” ” ”

Oh, You Nice Man! I WENT TO the Chief and asked his permission to look at the engine room. I told him that I'd

been to sea for years and had al-

ways worked in the engine room. Actually I had made one trip as a wiper on the K. I. Luckenbach when I was 16. But the Chief’s face lighted up. He was proud of his engine room, as well he might have been. I admired everything I saw. Then he offered me a cigaret. I almost swooned when I saw what it was. It was a Chesterfield. I hadn't had one since leaving Paris. I practically forced the bottle of brandy on him. weakly and then suggested that we drop into his cabin for a drink. It was just 6 a. m. 3 No man ever had more of a fuss made over him than that poor engineer. I lit his cigaret. I poured his drinks. His cabin was roomy and very comfortable. Finally he asked me shyly if I'd like to look at a picture of his

* wife and children, and then I

knew I had him hooked.

I squeezed a crocodile tear out:

of my eye when I saw the picture of his fat, healthy-looking children. ) “That girl is so lovely. My little one had she lived. , , .” I couldn’t go on. “Ah yes,” the Chief said, putting his arm on my shoulder. “It is like that. I know how it is.” “My pal Ken Downs would love to see this picture,” I said, sprinkling my voice with a dash of Hearts and Flowers.

“Would he join us in a drink?” “I'll get him,” I said, and practically ran to the hatch. General Downs was testing out the sleeping possibilities of the hatch. ““Awfully hard,” he said. “I don’t think we’ll get much sleep here.” 2 ” ®

They Strike a Gusher

“THE ADMIRAL would like to report that the Chief Engineer is well in hand,” I told him. “Come along and see our new cabin.” “Is the Chief giving us his

‘cabin?” Downs asked. -

“He doesn’t know it yet, but he is,” I said and brought Ken in to meet my man. Downs went

He protested.

“He has two . children just about the same age.”

Among Incidents of That Sham

Armed with a sub-machine gun, Willard Wilson of Des Moines stands astride his motorcycle on guard while others of the 113th Cavalry demolition troop of the Blue Army prepare to dynamite a bridge in the path of advancing Red forces. =

Dor#

into proper rapture over the picture of the youngsters. I thought he overdid it a bit when he said that the Chief’s wife reminded him a little bit of Myrna Loy, but the Chief lapped

. it up. I thought it was time to

really get down to business. “Chief, I'd give anything for another one of your cigarets,” I said. He opened a drawer and there, lying on top of shirts and socks, were two cartons of Chesterfields. “My God,” Downs breathed. : “Looks like we struck oil, pal,” I muttered to him. The Chief gave us each a pack of cigarets. Within a half hour he had dug up a cabin for Lucy McVane and Jacqueline. We, of course, could use his cabin any time we wished. Just make it our home, he said. It wouldn't be such a bad trip

. after all, we decided.

“I will be on duty for the next four hours,” the Chief said. “If

you care to take a nap in my cabin, . . Downs and I were in a sleeping mood. We couldn’t rementber when we’d had a decent night’s- sleep. We crawled into the Chief’s bunks and if the harbor was full offloating mines and if the sea outside was infested with submarines, they’d have to function without our help. We slept. The trip from Pointe de Graves

to Falmouth was very dull, which pleased us enorraously. . There were only 35 of us on board so there was enough food for us all, It was pretty dreary food and we had potatoes and soup twice every day, but even that didn’t bother us. It was quiet.

The reaction of the past few weeks had set in and we were all a bit nervous and irritable. We needed a rest and we got it. We even peeled potatoes every morning and liked that, I was excused when the cook discovered me absentmindedly saving the skins and throwing the potatoes away. : Jacqueline and Lucy McVane, who should have been miserable ani unhappy at the rather difficult cramped quarters and dull food, were the brightest of us all. The war has shown us one thing; women can take a beating much better than men can. The two girls had even miraculously made: their hair attractive. . Two great troupers—those girls.

No Message to Joe

TWICE DURING the trip we were told that submarines were in the vicinity. But we were bored with bombs and with guns and with killing, and we yawned, stretched out on the hatch and

slept. The Chief Engineer's cigarets held out and the ship's store yielded six bottles of sherry. It had nothing else, but we were happy with the comfortable cabin belonging to the Chief and the Chief’s cigarets. Then one morning we sighted land. The trip had taken ‘four days. Because we were alone and unconvoyed, our Captain had done a lot of zig-zagging, which had made the trip much longer than it would have been ordinarily. Falmouth harbor looked mighty nice to us. It was filled with ships

tain was getting a bit worried.

cans of tongue, a toilet kit, a

We always called Downs “The

_ other we have to

HOLD EVERYTHING

—we counted 95. Many were refugee ships, others freighters from South Africa or Australia. They were battered-looking ships, dingy in their war paint. Most of them had the white line painted around their hull showing that they had been De Gaussed—made immune to magnetic mines. We hoped that we could get off that day but no one came from shore. No one came the next morning, either, and we began to think that we were a forgotten ship. Downs and I went into a huddle. . We decided to send a wireless message to Joe Kennedy asking him to facilitate our landing. We wrote a nice long cable, but then found that the ship's operator could not send it. It was forbidden to send messages while in port. * That afternoon a launch drew up alongside. Two naval officers, looking "mighty smart, climbed aboard. They looked at the ship's papers, and then cheerfully told us that we probably would have to wait another day or two. “Falmouth is crowded with refugees,” they told us. “The dock is packed with people who have been waiting 24 hours just to get into town. Then ‘the line at the customhouse is half a mile long. You may as well stay here.” = ” ”

‘Always an England’ BETWEEN US we managed to scrape up 10 dollars. By that I mean that Downs and I managed to get a 10-dollar bill which Red Mueller ‘had been hoarding. We gave that to one of the naval officers with our cable. He sent it and the next morning a boat came to take us off. It was a dreary, rainy day, the first rain we'd seen in weeks. The

‘boat tied up along-side. A couple

of officers scrambled up the side. We: all leaned over the rail looking down below at the tidy little craft, at the Union Jack flying proudly from it. A grizzled old sailor looked up at us. We were a dreary-looking crew, Dutch, Belgian, English refugees and our Americans. Refugees as a class are the most unattractivelooking people in the world. But the old sailor smiled and waved a cheery hello to us. “There’ll always be an Eng-

land,” ‘he shouted up complacent-

ly. We thought our troubles were over now. We realized that we had been over-optimistic when the tender brought us to the dock. It was a big dock, perhaps 70 yards long. It was absolutely packed with a seething, miserable mass of men, women and children. : There were at least 3000 on the dock. There was an iron gate at the shore end of the dock. Every 15 minutes or so they let 10 refugees through. . . At this rate we’d be here for eight or 10 hours at least. The rain had increased. There was no shed over the dock. There was no place to sit down. » ” 2

Sergeant Proves Stubborn

THEN CAME a chee voice calling for the meray journalists.” It was from a messenger from the Foreign Office. Joe Kennedy had really gone to work. “The Foreign Office instructed me to get you right through,” the messenger said, and we breathed happily again. We gathered our knapsacks and our typewriters and our messenger, ‘escorted by a policeman, led * us through the envious but apathetic crowd. Finally we reached the iron gate which was guarded: by a Juge sergeant. “ ave a message from the Foreign Office to let these American journalists right through,” our messenger said importantly. “Well,” the sergeant smiled, “if you'll just show me the message I'll let them through.” Br Sots phone) fom) 3 an said, “ : it in writing.” . Event “Sorry,” the sergeant said brisk2 nh have my orders. ‘Every ne es his turn unless are written OrGers. there e stood there, soaking wet body and mind. ee My Hi only a step away and this obdurate sergeant wag blocking it, The messenger argued loudly but ineffectively. There was nothing to do but go back to the end of the dock. It was getting dark now and the rain had s Everything else having failed, I thought as a last resort I'd try something. 8 8 ’

Winston Wants Us...

“SERGEANR” 1 SAID, speaking low and confidentially. “If I could explain perhaps you'd understand. We don’t want any privileges, in fact we wouldn't accept them even, but in Bordeaux the Englisk: Ambassador called us in and asked us

| if we would hurry to England.

He put us on a special hoat”. (here I lowered my voice and the Sergeant, attentive at least, bent an ear) “and we must get to Fleet Street because Winston Churchill wants us but it’s con-

fidential and I know you won't: .

after all.” (Here I raised it.) “What the Foreign Office wants us to do I don’t know, but Duff Cooper cabled us to, as soon as landed, well, he wants and I sup- , bose it’s some sort of propaganda as Winston . Churchill says,” (here my voice trailed right off the dock but I looked him straight in the eye) “well, you know the pornus is strictly a thing and you can’t go around talking branf about sarong and Mr. Churchill. God knows: we don’t” (good and loud) “want special privileges but if Mr. Churchill . . . you see how it is.” . The Sergeant nodded thought= fully, “In that case, of course” he said heartily, “anything at all. Go right through, gentlemen. Youll find a taxi right do there.” : We walked proudly down the dock. Downs, Mueller, McVane, the two girls and William the ofe fice boy were looking at me with awe. We got into the taxicab. The Foreign Office messenger was with us. ; Downs said, “What the hell did

- you tell that cop? I couldn't un-

derstand a word you said.” “That, my pet,” I told Downs, “is what we call double talk. It doesn’t mean a thing. It wasn't a

very good example,” I said mod-

estly, “because I had to improvise very quickly. But I have learned under the masters. Eddie Moran and Charlie : Butterworth. and

John McClain and John O'Hara

in Hollywood; Milton Berle and Mark Hanna and Jimmy Cannon in New York. Thank them, my lads, for having gotten us through.”

TOMORROW — “Time Out: for Gossip.”

LLNOIS AND 36TH GROUP SIGNS PLEA

A petition signed by members of

the newly organized Thirty-Eighth

and Illinois. St. Business Associae

tion, asking improvement of street

lighting in the vicinity of Illinois and 38th Sts. is to be presented to the Works Board next week. The petition was the first action

of the group which organized

Thursday. Officers of the associa=

tion, which represent about 40 firms

in the area, are J. P. D'Arcy, oper

ator of the D’Arcy Baby Shop; president; Dr. J. J. McGarrell, den=

tist, vice president; Mrs. Richard

Graham of the Graham Purniture Co., secretary, and Ralph Prange of the Thirty-Eighth St. Merchants Bank branch, treasurer. The organization is designed to

promote the business and publis

welfare of Illinois and 38th St, business center. y

TEST YOUR KNOWLEDGE |

1—Name the character in detective fiction who was accustomed to

say: “Quick, Watson, the needle!” 2—A cretin is'a native of Crete, & kind

figured cotton cloth, or a of idiot?

3—What color shirts were worn by Hitler's original followers? 4—What famous New England cape bears the name of a fish? : SWhal did the ugly duckling tum

6—1In what play is Jeeter Lester the leading character? 2 T—What is the English name. for baby-carriage? :

8—The word tariff is derived from a city, a sultan, or an Arabie word meaning information?

; Answers 1—Sherlock Holmes. 2—A kind of idiot. 3—Brown. 4—Cape Cod. 5—A swan. -

.|6—"Tobacco Road.”

7—Perambulator, or pram, for sho:

|8—Arabic word meaning informati

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