Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 September 1941 — Page 9
SATURDAY, SEPT. 27, 1941
The Indianapolis
. ‘SECOND SECTION
Washington
WASHINGTON, Sept. 27.—Two main questions ap.pear to be involved in the issue of revising or repealing the Neutrality Law. One question is whether Congress shall permit the arming of American merchant ships. The other is whether American ships shall : be permitted to go into belligerent ports. Some other points are involved, but they are incidental to these two. As to the arming of American ships I don’t see any two sides to that question. The Nazis are attacking shipping in the waters around Greenland and Iceland. We must run American ships to those points—that is, unless we are prepared to evacuate both places jb and leave it to the Nazis to occupy k them if they wish, and thus plant themselves within striking distance of the North American Continent. ‘As we are not going to surrender those bases of potential attack “ against this Hemisphere, the necessity of protecting the supply line to them is obvious. Arming of ships is a necessary part of that defense. As to repealing other restrictions in the Neutrality Act so that American ships can go into belligerent ports, further discussion is in order. In the present situation, such a step probably would mean active naval war on a full-out scale.
Taking a Good, Close Look
IT WOULD MEAN running American ships, carrying lend-lease supplies, directly into British ports. It seems to me there is a clear distinction between this and the protection of American ships operating to our own bases in Greenland and Iceland. In the latter case we have set up a reasonable line "of defense outposts, and the necessity of protecting them is part of the operation. Nazis operating in those waters are manifestly out looking for trouble, and if shooting results it is shooting of their own seeking, and it is mbt for us to run away from it. But in carrying goods directly into Britain, we would be going into a war zone and we would be
By Raymond Clapper
legitimate targets of attack. There may be a lot of
tral country carrying on trade with belligerents, but that authority is academic. The fact is that Germany and England are at war, and that to carry goods into England is to lay ourselves open to Nazi attack just as we would be open to attack from the British if we tried to carry goods through the British blockade to Hamburg. It is true that the Neutrality Act is being evaded and that it has been in part repealed by the lendlease action. But the restriction against American ships and crews going into belligerent ports is still
operative in the Atlantic and to repeal the restriction|
would be to make a definite and a fundamental change in our relation to the war, .
Entitled to More Evidence
I DO NOT WANT TO SEE that step taken if it can be avoided. If that step meant the difference between Hitler winning and Hitler losing, I would be in favor of it. I am not sure that is the case. Not yet. From everything I heard in England, the North Atlantic situation improved vastly during July and August. The time may very well come when the volume of American supplies and the volume of new American shipping would make it desirable to do part of the carrying ourselves, and even necessary unless we were willing to transfer most of our new merchant fleet to foreign registry. : I doubt if that time has arrived. If it has, then the information to demonstrate it should be made available. In other words, I do not want to see us any further into the war than we have to be in it to save a free world from destruction. That we have an interest in such an outcome seems to me beyond argument, and we are preparing to contribute heavily to it in materials. If that assistance is sufficient, then a sacrifice of American lives in addition would be needless. I think we are entitled to more conclusive evidence before we are asked to send American ships straight through into belligerent ports.
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Mrs. Pyle is still seriously ill and, as a result, Ernie Pyle is not yet able to resume : his column.
Inside Indianapolis (4nd “Our Town’)
PROFILE OF THE WEEK: Audley Scott Dune ham, amateur magician, first vice president of Rotary, overseas veteran, former newspaperman, antique collector and probably the world’s only possessor of the degree—Doctor of Locks (Doctorum Lockorum.) He invented it and then conferred it on himself to indicate his vocation. Audley Dunham is+a neat, precise, energetic individual of 46. About 5 feet, 5 inches tall, he weighs maybe 125 pounds. His complexion is fair and somewhat “ruddy. He has blue eyes, steel gray hair, a neat white mustache » and an alert expression. By nature, he’s cheerful, affable and unfailingly courteous. He has a ready smile and a boyish laugh. His temper is of the peppery variety, but it’s so well under control you can hardly tell when he’s nettled. All in all he’s pretty easy to get along with, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know his own mind. Far from it. When he starts something, work or play, he drives ahead with everything he’s got until it’s finished: And he usually does things on the spur of the moment—no lengthy planning. For instance, a year . ago he suggested to his wife one day that they take a vacation trip to Quebec. Two days later they were on thejr way.
He's Had Lots of Jobs
Audley Dunham, to hear him tell it, has had about as many different kinds of jobs as he has keys in his lock shop on N. Illinois St. Mention some occupation and he’s pretty likely to remark: *“I had a job like that once.” He got his first job in a factory, as a boy of 12, and he’s never been without one or more jobs since then. Thay've ranged from carrying a newspaper route and ushering at both the old Park Theater and English’s to serving as a reporter on the News, and working for the telephone company and being a candy butcher. A man of many hobbies, his consuming interest is his 26-acre estate about 16 miles out the Crawfordsville Road. It's on hilly ground, covered with a beech forest, and he’s keeping it as rustic as possible. He is pretty proud of his 5-room de luxe log
F.D.R.’s Plan
WASHINGTON, Sept. 27.—Opening up of all | the seas to American ships, which President Roose- '
velt will ask of Congress along with repeal of other Neutrality Act provisions to permit arming of merchant vessels, would be a step of vast potentiali- . ties, some of which ‘are not immediately apparent.
It is dictated by the practical necessity of getting enough shipping to move to the war fronts, by quick and direct route, the tremendous quanties of war materials which in the next few months will begin to roll off American lines and for which, otherwise, there would not be sufficient tonnage. : The tonnage is being rapidly built in American shipyards, ready - to move out as production mounts. “This is the meaning of President Roosevelt's request to Congress, expected week after next, to repeal Neutrality Act provisions barring American ships from war zones—this, rather than any illusory stand on principle for the right of American ships to sail wherever they please. : ‘For an appreciation of its real signifificance. ‘it
may be pointed out that three months ago President
Roosevelt sounded out leaders of Congress, through a memorandum, on the double-barreled program which he is now asking it to ratify.
Decided to Wait for Time
AT THAT TIME, the appeal for a greater shipbuilding program was based on the submarine menace in the Atlantic, which then was taking quite a toll. Sinkings sincé then have diminished considerably, but recently it is indicated that Hitler's sea warfare
My Day
WASHINGTON, Friday.—This is a very difficult column to write. The time that one goes through between death and the final laying to rest of any human being is, for the people who are deeply concerned, a period when one feels almost suspended in . space. Life must go on. The things that have to be done, must be done. The jobs and the interests which are shoved aside temporarily, must not be completely neglected, because some day very soon, they must be taken up again. Yet, always in the background, is
the thought that out of life for-"
ever, has gone somebody who is a vital, active factor, and who never again will be present except in memory. : eo Last night, when I was searching for some writing paper in the closet back of my desk, I on a box filled with old cameras and photographs, put aside years ago with some old letters. Among them was a photograph of my brother in period when my aunts nicknamed him “The ib, He is dressed in a little bl vet suit,
cabin which he managed to buy down in Brown County for $25 and transportation costs. It even has a basement oil furnace. He likes to give his razor a rest over the week-end and just putter around, working in his flowers, or maybe improving the well house, or fixing one of the two bridges on the grounds. Occasionally, he sneaks away from his lock shop of an afternoon and hurries home to get in a littie extra puttering around.
Independent in Politics
Another favorite hobby is his collection of John Rogers plaster cast statuary. He became interested in it a few years ago and with typical Dunham enthusiasm ‘didn’t rest until he had what's believed to be the most complete collection in the country. He’s still pretty handy at the art of legerdemain although he seldom practices it anymore except to entertain his friends. At one time he was pretty much in demand as a semi-professional magician around town. In politics he ignores party labels, likes to get behind ‘some particular candidate of one party or the other. At present, he's boosting Al Feeney’s stock. He sees very few movies; enjoys a friendly game of poker; reads practically all the mechanical and garden magazines, and enjoys good music, particularly light opera. He’s especially fond of the old-fashioned hymns and joins in the chorus when he hears them over the radio.
Likes to Spin Yarns feb
When he gets together with his friends, he enjoys reminiscing on his experiences with the Rainbow Division overseas. One of his favorites is the story of his outfit’s march into Germany after the Armistice. There were strict orders against .the firing of weapons. As he trudged along in the dust through a valley, Corp. Dunham saw a rabbit jump out of some brush and start running. Before he realized what he was doing, he drew his Army revolver and banged away three times. All three shots missed the rabbit. And from then on he missed his corporal’s chevrons, too. Audley neither smokes nor drinks. Probably his worst vices are newspaper comics and ice cream. His day is ruined if he misses his favorite comics, and he has an inordinate appetite for ice cream. He eats it several times a day and wouldn't think of goin to bed without an ice cream “nightcap.” :
By Thomas L. Stokes
will again be intensified. Great Britain’s shipbuilding capacity is only about a million tons a year, and she must depend more and more upon the United States for tonnage, since she still maintains her world-wide shipping service—of necessity, she contends, to carry on the war. Three months ago, then, President Roosevelt had in mind the steps he now asks Congress to take. Apparently he decided to wait a while for the preparation of public sentiment. Presumably he feels the time is now ripe.
Asking Full O. K. in Effect
MEANWHILE, ON HIS own initiative, he has taken other steps, most recent and important the orders to shoot. any submarines or raiders found in waters regarded as American, and the notice that all vessels in that area are to be protected, for which ‘purpose the American naval and air patrol has been implemented, and actual convoying as far as Iceland.
In his message ta ‘Congress, Mr. Roosevelt is expected to recite these recent steps on his own, give the reasons for them and ask Congress to authorize the additional expansion of policy for the battle of the Atlantic. :
This is all to be presented in such a way, it is indicated, as to give the effect, when adopted by Congress, of full approval for all steps taken since passage of the Lend-Lease Act, as a means of meeting criticism for not consulting Congress on recent developments of policy. For the lend-lease bill carried a specific provision against convoys, the subject of much debate, and also was revised, upon insistence of isolationists, so as to give no pretense of authority for delivering the goods. Since then delivery has been adopted partially as a policy by the Administration in so far as movement to Iceland is concerned. :
By Eleanor Roosevelt
not old enough yet for manly trousers, so he might almost be mistaken for a girl, which must have irritated him greatly when he grew older. He has curls and a little round face with a solemn, and yet faintly amused expression. It might be one of Michelangelo's little angels looking down from an old Italian paintingy : Times change. ® No photographer would pose a little boy of 3 in’ such a way today, and yet the picture has charm. I sat tracing the resemblance of the baby features to those of the grown man who looked out at me from another picture hanging in its frame on my sitting room wall. Shortly, his friends will pay their last tribute at the services here and then his daughter, Mrs. Edward
Elliot, and his son, Henry P. Roosevelt, will go with
us tonight to Tivoli, N. Y., where he will be placed in the vault beside our father and mother. Life will go on, and I hope the sun will shine, and I know that he would want all of us to remember, but to remember happily. ; I am most grateful, not only to his many friends who have expressed their sympathy and affection for my brother, but also to the many people who have sent me messages because they had sustained some loss, and wished
DEI Fao
to express their sympathy tol
Heavy Seas Batter Hong Kong as Typhoon Sweeps City ;
authority in the international law books for a neu- |!
These huge waves, battering the foot of O’Brien Road on Hong Kong’s waterfront, were kicked up by the jyphoon which swept the city on Sept. 16th. Chinese natives watch the raging seas from the protection of a waterfront building.
Thre Wenrdodd Dose#
CHAPTER TWELVE By QUENTIN REYNOLDS
FIRST THERE'S Eddy Duchin. I mean for me. I'd rather hear Eddy Duchin play the piano than hear anyone
else in the world play the piano.
But Tim Clayton comes
second. I live in a very large apartment house and Tim Clayton and his band play in the restaurant, which is below the street level. I usually have dinner there and listen
to Tim Clayton and his band.
Tim looks like Paul Whiteman, which is no distinetion, but Tim is just as grand a guy as Paul is, and that is
a very definite distinction.
Tim has a relief band in the restaurant which gives
Last night I had dinneg alone and when I was
through Tim sat down and
had a drink and then he
thought he’d go outside and have a look at things. He came back 10 minutes later looking anxious. “It's bad tonight.” He shook his head. “Worst night we've had. Some of them are falling very near. And those heavy antiaircraft guns are making a hell of a noise.”
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Listen to the ‘Crumps’
HE LOOKED around the crowded room. It was midnight. Half the men present were in uniform: officers on leave. Everyone was fairly gay; as gay as we can get in London these days. “These chaps on leave, now,” Tim said slowly, “Pity they can’t have their few Lours in peace. Down here you don’t hear the bombs unless theyre very close and you don’t hear the guns. But they're getting closer. I tell you, suppose I play loud as hell? Even
if they fall close they can't hear
them then. TIll play Weather,’ ” Tim added. “Not loud enough, Tim.” I told him. “Play ‘Begin the Beguine.’
‘Stormy
"Give it lots of brass.”
Tim slid onto the piano seat and his lads deftly replacéd the members of the relief band. The music never stopped. Then Tim started “Begin the Beguine.” Cole Porter, who wrote it, would have screamed with horror. Tim played it as though it were a
Sousa march. Maybe it wasn't -
good but it was loud. The dance floor was crowded now and men were laughing and girls were smiling with their eyes. Faintly, because we were below the street surface and because of the music, I Leard the horrible “crump” sound of bombs falling. They weren't far away. But here
in the night club none had a
thought for bombs. Tim played a popular song and the whole band sang it — but loud. Tim played for an hour and his relief band appeared.
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Those Girls Named Siren
IT WAS JUST 1 o'clock. I walked through the air-raid shelter to the elevator, It used to be the cellar, and the walls are still
whitewashed. There were 80 people there asleep on mattresses. A heavy door cut off the restaurant from the chelter. Faintly you could hear the music. You could hear the anti-aircraft fire much more clearly. It was almost continuous. The light was dim and I picked my way carefully over sleeping forms. One very small, very whitehaired and very old lady was sitting up Knitting. what she was knitting, I gave her a startled look. She smiled and shook her head. “My daughter is going to have a baby soon,” she said. “If it is a girl I hope she won't call it Siren,” I told her. Hundreds of girls are going fo curse the air raids we are having now. Every time a girl is born during an air raid proud parents name her Siren. I walked through the shelter to the far end. There
.is a service elevator there which
goes through to the roof. It was
quite dark and then I heard a
throaty growl. I looked around
and discovered it came from a
brown cocker spaniel. : ® 8 =
Direct Hit Means Death
I SAID, “Don’t growl at me or I'll slug you.” Then the dog whined a little. I asked him if he wanted to go out. He yelped happily. The woman who owned him was asleep and she had the leash tied around her wrist. I reached down and untied the leash from her wrist. He kept making small, whimpering noises. 1 said,
“him a chance to sit with me now and then and have a drink.
wakes up she’ll think I am stealing you.” He shut up all right. The dog
and I got into the elevator and went to the roof. During air raids you aren’t supposed to be on a’ roof. But I had a key made for the door leading to my roof and I go there when it’s a good air raid because it is quite a show. And then I honestly think you're as safe on a roof as anywhere. If a bomb scores a direct hit and you're in a vault in the Bank of England 100 feet below the ground you are going to be killed. No air raid shelter is proof against a direct hit by a big bomb. Bomb fragments kill people and
sometimes anti-aircraft bullets.
dropping kill people. That is what air-raid shelters are for.
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How to Keep Sane
+ MY APARTMENT house is 10 stories high. If a bomb fell in the street, bomb fragments could not reach the roof. I like my roof during an air raid; I get ner ‘ous coupeéd up in a shelter with a hundred other people. People get afraid in an air raid. We all get afraid. Only a half-wit wouldn’t be afraid. Up on the roof I never feel very much afraid because I make believ it’s all a show put on for my benefit by Billy Rose. I make believe the searchlights are something that Grover Whalen thought up to make London more attractive at night. I make believe that the obscene tearing roar of the bombs is a Fourth of July celebration and my nieces and nephews are firing off Roman Candles and firecrackers. That’s how you keep sane in wartime, If you accepted the reality of it you'd go mad.
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A Dog’s Pretty Nice
THE DOG and I got to the roof. I said, “What's your name, pal?” He cocked his head at me and smiled. If you have ever owned a brown cocker you know they can smile. I tried a dozen names
but he didn’t respond; he just sat
there smiling. Then I said, “Come here, Sweetheart.” And he bounded into my arms and that was pretty nice. We were high. There were searchlights on all four sides of us. ' I counted 132 and then gave it up. Their white fingers cut through the night.
‘seemingly getting brighter.
A parachute flare filled the night. It lighted up perhaps a thousand feet from the ground. I stood there and found that I was saying, “Go out. Go out.” It didn’t go out. It lit up half the city. It drifted down slowly, Now I could see Parliament; I could see St. Paul’s Cathedral; I could see the outlines of the Ministry of Information Building. I was
-sweating a little and even Sweet-
heart was quite expectant. Above was the incessant ‘“whoomwhoom” of the German planes. They desynchronize their motors so that it seems as though they breathe. They go “whoom” and then they hesitate and then they go “whoom” again. If their two motors are perfectly synchronized, the searchlights and the guns which work “by ear” could find their exact. location,
Death Is for Suckers
SWEETHEART AND 1 waited. Then it came. The first one was so loud that the noise of it made me sway a little. The second
was only slightly less loud. The
flare died out and now a small
red glow appeared. - Those bombs had found a target. The glow grew sullenly, reluctantly, but it kept growing and now it wasn’t a glow any more. It was a fire. The night was full of noise. They were dropping more bombs. Two other fires appeared. They were big fires. Sweetheart and I stood on the roof watching the fires—watching a part of a civilization being destroyed. I looked at my watch. It was 2:30. Then I realized I could tell the time because the fires had lighted the sky. I looked over the city. I stayed an hour. There were three big fires. Sweetheart was asleep. A spent machine-gun bullet or a bit of shrapnel hit the roof. Then another hit. I thought it was time to retire. Sweetheart didn’t want to leave: “Death is for suckers,” I told Sweetheart. “Let's get out of here.” ”
A Bomb Strikes
I took him down below and told the elevator man to tie him up to his owner. I went to my apartment. : I have two beds there and Arthur Christiansen was asleep in one and Bill Stoneman was asleep in the other. That was all right. Neither of them had slept for two days. But Ed Beattie and Bob Low were helping themselves to drinks. ; “I might as well live in the Pennsylvania Station,” I said bitterly. “You've run out of ice,” Beattie said complacently. “There’s no soda,” Low said. “What kind of hospitality "is that?” Then it came. The noise of it filled the room and hung there. We looked at one another in sur-
prise. ~Our building had actually
been hit. It seemed incredible. I opened the door. The corridor was hazy wit smoke. Everything was very quiet now, We decided to go into the street to watch. “Let’s not wake them,” I suggested. “We'll tell them about it in the morning.” :
and wind-driven spray, as they battled the wind and waves. i
When I saw
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i They thought that was a swell idea. We laughed at Be thought of England’s most brilliant editor and one of America’s greatest reporters sleeping through a bombing. We went into the street. » ” 8
Joke Is Spoiled *
“EVACUATE THE building,” their chief said curtly and half a dozen guard men ran inside. That made us mad. It would spoil our joke on Chris and Bill.
Then Beattie said, “You know I never thought of it but it might have been dangerous, leaving them there.” I looked at him in amazement. Then I realized what fools we had been. We get so in the habit of thinking objectively of being mere spectators that we can’t accept the fact that in a siege like we are undergoing now we, too, might get hurt. We were a little ashamed of ourselves. Chris and Stoneman came out with bathrobes over their pajamas. “We didn’t want to disturb you fellows,” I told them lamely. “We knew you needed your sleep.” They just glared. I said that Chris was the most brilliant editor in England. He proved it now. When he was awakened by the home - guard men pounding on his door the room was full of smoke. But Chris is a practical man. Automatically he put on my bathrobe; grabbed a bottle of my whisky, woke up Stoneman and hurried to the street. He held the bottle out to us and we fel§ ashamed of ourselves. We hadn't thought of the whiskey. Maybe that’s why we are just reporters and Chris is an editor.
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Jerry on the. Radic
SOON THE DAWN came to London now. She was a welcome visitor, It had been a long night. Some fools say that London is an ugly city. They have never seen London at dawn. It was a bright, cheery dawn that
did everything but sing. German bombers don’t bother us at dawn. London had had a beating during the night but in the dawn we saw no scars. The firemen rolled up their hose. The home-guard men said cheeryfully to one another, “How
_ about a spot of tea?”
The fire was out. Two apartments had been smashed. A dozen windows had been broken. No one had been hurt. We went back into the house. Everything was normal. The telephone girl was still there. The elevator was working. Everyone was smiling and content, “If: that’s the best old Jerry can do, we got nothing to worry about,” the elevator man said. The wail of ‘the sirens cut through the dawn. This was the official “all clear” signal. In a few hours we'd hear the German radio. We'd hear, “London was bombed last night by the German air force. More than twenty terrific fires were caused by bombs exploding. sSeveral important military objectives were destroyed. There were several thousand casualties and there was a terrific panic among the people. Half of London is in ruins.” .
How About a Poker Game?
MY APARTMENT is near the roof. I pulled away the black curtains we use to keep any light from showing. I can see half the city from my window. Not a single spiral of smoke was rising anywhere. : Chris phoned the Express to find out what damage had been done. We learned that there had been 500 bombers over the city. The damage? They had scored a direct hit on a boys’ school, and a great many children who slept there at night had been killed. They had hit a hospital and 30 women had been killed. They: had destroyed a warehouse containing silk and another filled with tea. In all they had killed about 500 civilians. But civilians lives don’t count today. A civilization is at stake, Now looking over the city at dawn, you could almost see London shake the debris out of her hair. You could see the gaiant city looking not down at its scarred streets and its mangled dead but upward toward the sun. !
It was a new day. London would
face it calmly. The telephone rang. It was
Clayton.
“The boys and I are having a
‘} little poker game downstairs,”
said Tim cheerfully. “How about joining us?”
MONDAY “The Man Who
This photo shows some of the ships in the harbor, almost obscured by clouds the fury of the storm and tried to ride out
1 OF 4 FEELING
DEFENSE PINCH
26% Now Making Some Sacrifice, They Say in Gallup Survey.
By GEORGE GALLUP
Director, American Institute of Public Opinion
PRINCETON, N. J., Sept. 27.—As the defense program gathers speed in U. S. cities and towns, Washe ington officials have come out ale most daily to warn of a multitude . of adjustments and sacrifices which may be necessary in the life of the average American citizen. To measure the “pinch” of defense sacrifices felt by the aver= age man thus far —and also to see how successful Washington ’s campaign of warning has been—the Institute has discussed the question of sacrifices with a cross-section of men and women in every state in the Union, Two Important Trends The study reveals at least two. significent developments to date: 1. Three-fourths of the American people, or roughly 60,000,000 men and women, are not yet conscious of having made any special personal sacrifices as the result of war abroad and defense at home. Actually, of course, many Americans have been economically better-off in recent months because of booming employ= ment and wage raises. But this is only part of the story. ; 2. For an equally large majority of Americans believe that they will be called on to make sacrifices and “do without things” in the next twelve months. . Twenty-six per cent of those ine terviewed said they had already had to make adjustments or per= sonal sacrifices as a result of the present war. Seventy-four pér cent said they had not. Point to Higher Prices At the present time, the survey shows, Eastern voters are more
AMERICAN INSTITUTE pUBLIC’OPTNION
| conscious of personal sacrifices con=
nected with the defense effort than voters elsewhere. The Institute asked people who said they were already conscious of making sacrifices what kinds of ade justments they had had to make. By far the most frequent answers had to do with higher prices for
|foods and household goods—result=
ing in a generally higher caqst of living. : A few mentioned sons who have given up jobs or studies to enter the Army or the Navy, and a few business. men referred ‘to a diffi culty in obtaining materials or nece °
‘| essary labor.
WINGS OVER JORDAN CHORUS HERE OCT. 6
Wings over Jordan, .a widely known Negro Chorus, will be pree sented Oct. 6 at Cadle Tabernacle, Worth. Kramer is conductor and producer and the Rev. Glenn T, Settle is originator and narrator,
INDICTED IN SPY PROBE NEW YORK, Sept. 27 (U. P.).~=
|A Federal Grand Jury in Manhate
tan yesterday indicted Carl Here mann Schroetter, 48, owner of Miami, Fla., sight-seeing boats, on charges that he was a member of a
was a member of a spy ring headed by Kurt Frederick Ludwig, who also ig indictment with a dozen others. ‘
TEST YOUR KNOWLEDGE
1—How many dozen make a gross? Beye composed “Rhapsody in ue”?
true or false? 4—A farthingale is a far-off storm, a bird, or a kind of hoop skirt? 5—The Amazon River is in Africa, Europe, or South America? : 6—What is the great vein in the
neck called? Sia 7T—Who was the [principal male character in the book, “The Good Earth”? : ; Answers 1—Twelve. 2—George Gershwin. 3—True. 4—Hoop skirt. 5—Souta America.
6—Jugular vein, T—Wang Lung.
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Nazi spy ring. Schroetter allegedly
3—Gherkins are small cucumbers;