Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 July 1943 — Page 11

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WEDNESDAY, JULY 14, 1943

The Indianapolis

Times

SECOND SECTION

Hoosier Vagabond

Eruie Pyle’s article today was written before the = asion take-off from North Africa.

ABOARD A U. 8. NAVY SHIP OF THE INVASION FLEET (B: Delayed) military and naval forces began fitting

Wireless, —When our the war correspondents inte the great invasion patchwork some Weeks ago, most of us were given the choice of what type of assignment we assault forces, invasion fiee can base headquarters, not Since I had never had portunity in Africa to serve with the navy I chose the invasion fleet. My request was approved. From then on it was simply a question of waiting for the call. Correspondents were dribbled out of sight a few at a time in order not to give a tipoff to the enemy by sudden mass exodus. We'd been given a general fill-in on the invasion plans under the most grim warnings against repeating what we knew or even talking about it among ourselves. Some of the correspondents disappeared f1 their assignments as much as three weeks before invasion while other didn’t get the call until the last minute. I was somewhat surreptitiously whisked away bv gir about 10 days ahead of time. We weren't of course permitted to cable our offices where we were going or even that we were going at ali. Our bosses, I Wm ye, had the good sense to assunie we were, just afing on the job rather than being kidnéped bv Arabs.

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Appreciate Shiv 1d a couple of dusty rides in jeeps I arrived in a port city I'd known before the war. When I reported to naval headquarters I found I was expected and was assigned to a ship. Our vessel was neither a troopship nor a warship but it was a mighty important ship. It was not huge, just big enough so you could feel self-respecting about our part in the invasion. Yet it was small enough to

A LONG plane rice a!

By Ernie Pyle

be intimate aud I got to be part of the ship's family | the time we actually set call. I was thankful bec ause it gave me time to get acquainted and get the feel of warfare at sea. We did | carry some troops. The first few hours every soldier! spent on board was exactly the same—first of all! they took a wonderful shower bath, then drank| water with ice in it, then sat at a table and ate] focd with real silverware, then arranged their per-| sonal gear along the walls, then drank coffee. sat in real chairs, read recen! magazines, saw a movie after supper. then into bed with a real mattress. It was too much for most of us and we all kept blubbering our appreciation until finally I'm sure! the navy must have become sick of our juvenile delights over things that used to be common to all men and. oh veg, I forgot we have ice cream and Coca-Cola aboard, That is nothing short Qf miraculous. Gets Choice Sleeping Spot WE WERENT told what day we were to sail but it was obvious it wasn’t going to be immediately for there was still too much going and coming, too much hustle and bustle about the port. Our ship, of course, was blacked-out while in port but it wasn’t observed as strictly as our convoy blackouts from England last fall. The ship loading had to go on day and night so they let the harbor lights burn. The bunk assigned to me was in one of the big lower bunkrooms but it was terrifically hot down there so the captain of the ship—a serious, thoughtful] veteran naval avietor—had a cot put up for me on| deck with a mattress on it and there I slept with the] soft fresh breezes of the Mediterranean night wafting] over me. Mine was the best spot on the ship, even botier than the captain's, In slight compensation for this lavish hospitality | I agreed to lend a professional touch to the ship's daily mimeographed newspaper by editing and ar-| ranging the news dispatches our wireless picked up| from all over the world during the night. This little} chore involved getting up at 3 a. win, working about] two hours. then sitting around chinning and drinking | coffee with the radio operators. So as a sailor I} haven't had much rest but, as we say in the newspaper business, you ineet a lot of interesting radio operators.

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Inside Indianapolis By Lowell Nussbaum

DR. THURMAN B. RICE, the director of the state board of health, is being Kkidded about being an } absent-minded professor.” According to the story i being told out at the board offices, Doc stepped out into the corridor and was asked by a visitor where he could find room 221. Doc didn't know but. being of a helpful nature, went back into his cffice and asked his secretary. “Why, that's vour office, doctor,” she said. And sure enough, it was. Turned out the inquiring visitor was from the state welfare depariment and wanted to see Dr. Rice, himself. . . Wish Fremont Power, the old tomato editor, were back home on furlough to tell us what to do about our tomatoes. Looks like they've got the Fusarium wilt, for gure. We described the symptoms (wilted or turned 14 leaves, with some leaves dying) to County Agent Hot ace Abbott and he said it sounded like the wilt Said to keep our fingers crossed, and maybe some of tomatoes would ripen before the plants die. Nothi vou can do to stop the wilt, Horace said.

Viles init Roosevelt

PVT. JOHN EFROYMSON, who managed Efroymson's department store before joining the army, has become a strong admirer of one of President Roosevelt's family. En route to Los Angeles after a furlough here, John learned that Jimmy Roosevelt was on the train. John sent a note asking if he could alk to him. In the note he mentioned knowing Precks Powers. also of Indianapolis, who served in the army under the president's son at one time. The latter sent for John and they had quite a talk. Mrs. Jimmie Roosevelt was present, too. “‘Swellest people you ever met,” John wrote his dad. . The gas tompan) v's monthly publication, Gas Flame, recalls that “in April, 1939, just about four years ago, We were bragging because industrial gas consumption hit

In Africa

BIZERTE, July 14 (By Wireless).—One has only to tramp around this desolate city to appreciate what airpower can do. Here in this port city, built by the French, the axis forces made their last stand a couple of months ago. American bombers had the assignment to make Bizerte uninhabitable and render the port facilities unsuitable so that the axis forces could not escape from Africa, How thoroughly that assignment was carried out can be appreciated only by seeing it. I thought Coventry looked bad but it was nothing compared with Bizerte. I believe it is as bad if wot worse than Chungking, which the Japanese worked on for three years. There is a sharp contrast be- « tween the damage done Tunis and Bizerte, resulting from the different needs at the time. Tunis was scarcely damaged except the port area which was ghattered. The damage ends on an almost abrupt line. There was no need of trying to destroy the remainder of Tunis but Bizerte had been evacuated of givilians and axis forces were using the whole place. The allies considered it necessary to destroy as much as possible. We were able “to satisfy our own needs because we had achieved air supremacy in the area.

Acres of Shattered Materiel

f I SPENT the day driving many miles through the Tunis-Bizerte region. I saw 8acres of captured or destroyed axis materiel, huge piles of wrecked German troop carrier planes as well as fighters and other types heaped up like a junkyard on an airfield which till bears the German name of the entrance pillars The allies were able to destroy beyond habitation

My Day

FRANKTOWN, Nev, Tuesday.—Some days ago, Ves rhe newspapers have recorded, I came to spend a few days in this beautiful valley. I have a room that looks across a little lake to the mountains. , ‘There are farms around us settled long ago by some hardy Swiss pioneers. Gurgling © sireams run down even now from the mountains. Wild flowers bloom in the meadows. The pine trees and the cottonwocds give you shade. I have walked in the early mornings with the sun coming up, and again in the evening under the moon and watched the stars come out, and renewed my understanding of our pioneers who gave us this vast land of curs. They had no fear of new adventili., there was no pattern to follow in their lives. They accepted met as they proved themselves sine of mee emergeneies. 1 10% Sh Tot this spin do we fear © face the

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Are You Kiddin'?

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increase over April, Mav, 1943 the utility hit 250 million industrial consumption. Nice little gain. war had something to do with it. The Fishiva's Good JOHN BRUHN, the insurance man, is back from Michigan, making his friends green-eyed with his] stories of five fishing. He stayed at Walhalla on the] Pere Marquette river, about 100 miles north of Grand Rapids, and claims to have caught 20 fine bass and | blue gilis in an hour and a half. Kept him busy | baiting his hook, he says. . . . One of our agents; reports seeirig a man living on 52d st. drive up to a| city waste paper box at 54th and College and deposit | therein a couple of dozen empty beer bottles. . . . Another agent dropped into an Illinois st. tavern to | get some potato chips, he says, and was served the] i in a napkin bearing a somewhat cut of date | sloga “Chevrolet—Eye 1, Try 1, Buy 1, in 1941.” . Here's a note from one of our readers who's all | burned up after seeing a young man in the vicinity of 38th and College carrying home three cartons of ! cokes and one of 7-Up. She writes: “And I often can’t even get one carton.”

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CIVILIAN DEFENSE workers make many phone calls to get volunteer workers, including those for the OPA mailing center in the Century building. The workers have a regular “selling” routine, telling the prospect how important the work is, what it means to the war effort. ete. Usually the prospect interrupts | to agree to help out, or explain why she can't. Sally! Reahard tells of a slight variation of this routine. The phone solicitor in this case kept on talking, and there was no response from the other end of the line. Finally, when she ran out of things to say, the] solicitor paused. From the other end of the line came the prospect's voice: “Are YOU kiddin'?” receiver clicked,

And the

By Raymond Clapper

practically every building in Bizerte. The city simply cannot be used until it is entirely rebuilt. Such military people as must be there occupied a few of the least damaged buildings. The streets were empty. Not a civilian was to be seen on the streets even in mid-day, not a shop was open, nothing but desolation, a complete ghost city. There is nothing to prevent similar ruination of one city after another on the continent of Europe as soon as the German fighter defense can be broken which our Fortresses are attempting to do. The Germans apparently are frying hard to conserve their fighters. In the last few days they have sent up fewer fighters than usual.

Will It Take Years to Rebuild?

THE RUINATION of Italian and German cities is certainly coming. Indeed, photographs show that destruction already has begun even before the German fighter defense has been broken, The destruction in the Ruhr will be followed by penetration into deeper areas as the war progresses. Wandering around Bizerte I could not help but wonder how such a city can be rebuilt. Will it take vears. Will the ruins be cleared off and new structures erected there? Or will the ruins be crumbling stones left to share the curiosity of tourists with the Roman aqueduct and the remains of ancient Carthage? In any case the rebuilding of damage already suffered in England and the damage that will multiply several fold on the continent will provide work after the war. It will be possible for people to be given jobs for years to come after the armies are demobilized. It may not be possible for people to get rich because we are shooting away the resources and using the labor that would otherwise have gone into living | standards for millions. The waste and destruction | of war will come out of the future ihcome of the people.

By Eleanor Roosevelt

fact that we have new frontiers to conquer? I was sick at heart when I came here, over race riots which put us on a par with Naziism which we fight, and make one tremble for what human beings may do when they no longer think but let themselves be dominated by their worst emotions. We are a mixed nation of many peoples and many religions, but most of us would accept the life of Christ as a pattern for our democratic way of life, and Christ taught love and never hate. We cannot settle strikes by refusing to understand their causes, we cannot prepare for a peaceful world unless we give proof of self-restraint, of open mindedness, of courage to do right at home, even if it means changing our traditional thinking and, for| some of us, a sacrifice of our material interests. We visited an Indian school near here yesterday. It was a great satisfaction to see the nice dormitories, | simple living rooms and workshops. The girls who | learn to garden, cere for the chickens and cows and | horses, who live in the little two-room oractice cot- | tage and care for a ie seit en vatiolss

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CHAPTER 1

HENRY WARD BEECHER’'S pastorate in Indianapolis lasted from 1839 to 1847, an eight-year-long period jampacked with fabulous performances including the baptism of Jacob and Esther Vandegrift’s 2-year-old daughter. She was their first-born. The immersion took place in White river with an audience of “several thousand” looking on, a phenomenal turnout when considered in the light of Berry Sulgrove’s guess that Indianapolis had a population of only 4000 at the time.

The Vandegrift tot, a vivid brunet beauty, was christened Fran-

! ces Mathilda with the inevitable

result that, from that day on, she was known as Fanny. To be sure, brief childhood period, possibly not exceeding a month. when she was known by another name. One day, so runs the legend. Fanny came to her mother and asked to be called Lily. “Why, ves,” said her moth“you are a tiger lily just like backyard.” The incident might be dismissed as trivial except for something big that happened 70 years later. = ” =

The ‘Little Red House’

MOTHER VANDEGRIFT'S garden in which the lilies grew be-

the ones in our

' longed to a cottage on the north-

west quadrant of the Circle. For years it was known as the “little red house” and occupied the lot of Mr. Beecher's church (the Second Precbyteriany, a landmark at the Market st. corner. It was here on March 10, 1840, that Fanny was born. The Vandegrifts stayed all of 12 vears on the Circle in the course of which time the head of the family became the anonymous partner of Kregelo, Blake & Co, who ran a planing mill on the canal at New York st. During this period, Mr. Vandegrift made considerable money; enough, anyway, to go into a big deal with a Mr. Colestock.

In 1851 the two men pooled

| their savings and built what was

known as Vandegrift's Row, a structure fronting on Illinois st. at the southwest corner of Michigan opposite the present Maennerchor hall. It was a two-story brick affair consisting of six apartments each with its own street entrance. The apartments were two rooms deep, all under one roof and without benefit of side vards. For compactness and economy of space it represented the last

i word in domestic architecture at

a time when Indianapolis had all outdoors to build in. Vandegrift's Row was torn down in 1922 to make room for Ed Sourbier’s row of one-story stores. 8 4 4

Title Without Stigma

THE BUILDING of Vandegrift’s Row lifted its promoter into the strata of society where men are capitalized as Prominent Citizens, a title without a stigma 100 vears ago. This distinction, together with the fact that the number of children had increased to something like six in 12 years, moved Mr. Vandegrift to transfer his family from the Circle to an apartment in Vandegrift's Row (the second door south of Michigan st.), a location with the geographical advantage of being nearer Fanny's school. Fanny went to the Third ward school on New York st. in the block between Illinois and Tennessee sts (now Capitol ave). The structure is still standing. It's the grim institutional building just back of the YM.C A. Fanny, it appears, was plenty smart; so smart, indeed, that Father Vandegrift never missed a chance to show off his kid. It made other parents squirm. On one occasion she strutted her stuff before Page Chapman, editor of The Indiana Sentinel. Not to be taken in by the child's precocity, Mr. Chapman asked her: “What is the shape of the world?” “Round,” she replied. “Then why don't we fall off?” he asked. And quick as a trigger the 66-year-old Fanny replied: “Because of the attraction of gravitation.” “This is awful,” man.

said Mr. Chap-

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Emphasized the Moral

THIS FACTUALLY documented incident is all the more remarkable for the reason that Fanny's precocity didn't, as a rule, run to scientific facts. Literature was her especial talent, with the fine arts a close second. She was the best writer of compositions in her class and, certainly, the best reciter of Sarah Bolton's “Paddle Your Own Canoe”; not only of her class, but of all the kids in Indianapolis. Mind you, the other ‘kids were pretty good, too, but Fanny had a way of emphasizing the moral which, somehow, escaped her competitors. This gift of pointing the moral came to the top when a great temperance movement swept the country and eventually hit Indianapolis. In her enthusiasm to help the cause, Fanny produced two drawings both of which set the town on its head. One, representing a rickety house with broken windows, a crooked w

Tom Taggart's family was the last to live in the Osbourne house, northwest corner St. In the foreground are four of the Taggart children: Tommy (Thomas Taggart Jr.).

now do business. ard Sinclair); Florence;

fallen off its hinges and a fence with half the pickets gone, she labeled “The Drunkard’s Home.” The companion piece depicting a freshly-painted cottage with a straight path and an orderly fence and gate was called—so help me—“The Reformed Drunkards Home.” ” ” 2

Was George in Love?

BY THIS time Fanny was somewhere around 14 years old— old enough to profit by what her playmates had to give her, some of whom were pretty smart, too. There was George Marshall, for instance, a dark handsome boy with large melancholy eyes and a bag full of parlor tricks. He could dance, act and sing, three of any number of accomplishments he had picked up after school hours. Soon as he learned something new and extra-curricular, Fanny got the benefit of it. Indeed, there iz circumstantial evidence sufficient to suspect that George was in love with her. Maybe not, but this much is certain: There were times when George wanted to be alone with Fanny. In support of which there is the family tradition that nothing annoyed George quite as much as Josephine, Fanny's younger sister, who had a habit of tagging and teasing the couple whenever the two were on the point of getting confidential. More often than not, she was successful; indeed, to such a degree that George finally went on record that never again would he enter Vandegrift’'s Row unless Josephine could be kept out of the way. Eventually George married Josephine. As for Fanny, she married Samuel Osbourne. n ” ”

The Prize Catch

FANNY'S PARENTS considered Mr. Osbourne the prize catch of the season, an opinion shared by everybody moving in their set. He was a Kentuckian by birth, as

tall and handsome as they make ‘em down there, with all the charm and suavity of the southerner. Which is to say that he had a way with women, At the time of his courtship he was secretary to Governor Willard. Before that he had served Governor Wright in the same capacity. They were married on Christmas eve, 1857, notwithstanding the fact that Nellie Vandegrift Sanchez, who wrote a reverential family version but nonetheless able account of her sister's life, fixed the date as Dec. 4 (Scribner's Sons, 1920), Take it from me, it was Dec. 24. An old account of the wedding party, which included the governor and the entire staff of state officers, describes the bride and groom as looking like “a pair of children.” As a matter of fact, Fanny was 17; her husband 3 years older. Fully aware of Fanny's new station in society, to say nothing of his own, Father Vandegrift built two cottages at St. Clair and Tennessee sts., where the Kahn people now do business. The Osbournes moved into the south one, the Vandegrifts into the north one. Everybody with any grip on life at all pronounced it a dangerous experiment, but, as far as anybody knows, nothing happened to confirm the dire predictions circulating at the time. Quite the contrary, Fanny was very happy in her new home. In deed, it was in this cottage, a gift Fan, first baby was born, a daug ger christened Isobel. And it “ie ere, too, that Fapny rereassuring news of her & jeput

y her from her father, that |

clerk of the supreme court of Indiana. ” n ”

The Lure of California

IT WAS a serene life until the start of the civil war. When Indiana entered the fight, Samuel Osbourne joined the 46th regiment under command of Gen. Lew Wallace. He was a captain of Co. F. George Marshall, the one-time favorite playmate of Fanny and still on the best of terms with her, was in command of a company of Zouaves which he himself had organized and trained. George came back a wreck, a victim of tuberculosis. Nothing could prolong his life, said the doctors, except possibly a change of climate. To his everlasting credit Sam started for California with his desperately sick brother-in-law. They took ship at New York, the most comfortable way of reaching the Pacific at the time. While rossing the isthmus, via railroad, Capt. Marshall died. Samuel Osbourne continued on his journey, the only thing left to do, and finally at long last reahed San Francisco—alone, The new scene fascinated him, Immediately he dispatched a letter to Fanny urging her to sell everything and come to him at once; on the next hoat, if possible. In Panama while crossing the isthmus, Fanny took time off to find George Marshall's grave. For the first time in her life little Isobel saw her mother break down and cry. = ® ”

Taggart Moved House

FOR WANT of a better place to put it, this parenthetical note: When Fanny sold her Indiarap-

olis property, the new owner, who happened to be Jacob P. Dunn’s father, changed the cottage into a house. Which is to say that he made a two-story affair of it. It was in this condition when Tom Taggart scoured the town to find a lot nice enough to accommodate the family mansion he then had in mind. To make room for his idea, Mr. Taggart had the Osbourne house moved to the southwest corner of St. Clair st. and Senate ave. Up until a few years ago it housed the United Tabernacle Baptist church, a Negro congregation. When Fanny arrived in San Francisco, she found her husband flushed with excitement. The town was full of miners, prospectors, diggers, Mexicans, Indians and the usual riff-raff of gamblers and loose women, all on their way to the silver mines of Nevada intent on making their fortunes while the going was good. Then

HOLD EVERYTHING

Shur up! I gotta get back to that sign!”

EEL RE

and there Fanny realized that she had married an adventurer. When news of Sam's changed conduct reached Indianapolis, certain people around here said you couldn't expect anything else; that all along they had known that Samuel Osbourne was a collateral descendant of Daniel Boone. Be that as it may, Sam talked Fanny into following the crowd; first to Austin, then to Virginia City where he bought a silver mine. While waiting for results Sam served as clerk of the justice's court, a job not unlike that of his old one in Indianapolis. With this big difference, however: The Virginia City job called for a lot of night work which wasn't the case in Indianapolis. Whether Fanny went out of her way to learn why Sam spent so much time away from home or whether the news was brought to her by wagging tongues is neither here nor there. What is important is her sister's disclosure that Fanny first suspected her husband’s infidelity in a Godforsaken raw mining camp, compared with which the memory of Tennessee st. back in Indianapolis was paradise itself. 3 5 4§

To Montana—Alone

ONE OF TWO things happened next: Maybe Fanny's suspicfon led to words and Sam made a quick getaway or, maybe, he got the drift of things without anybody telling him. Whatever the reason; Sam went to Montana— alone. This time it was the lure of the Coeur d’Alene montains, It proved as big a flop as the one in Nevada. When Fanny, in a roundabout way, heard that Sam was getting ready to fight his way back to California, she went to San Francisco to meet him, She was still in love with him. That's one guess. A better guess is to attribute Fanny's behavior to what had happened to San Francisco during Sam's absence. By that time the Nevada boom had burst. The scum had been removed allowing something more to Fanny's liking to come to the top. It is not improbable that Fanny's intuition led her to believe that a more civilized San Francisco could turn her husband into something like the boy he was in Indianapolis. While waiting in San Francisco, Fanny received word of her husband’s death. He had been slaughtered by the Indians. The details left nothing to the imagination nor to doubt. Fanny dressed in widow's weeds and looked for a job to support herself and Isobel, A talent for sewing, a trick her mother had taught her back in Indianapolis, landed her in a dressmaking establishment. A contributing factor was her foreign appearance at the time. The customers were fooled into believing that she was a French girl. $ # 4

A Handsome Man Returns

DURING THIS period Fanny and Isobel lived in a boarding house. Another boarder was John Lloyd, an English soldier of fortune. He was down and out at the time, an obscure clerk in a San Francisco store. On Sundays Mr. Lloyd took Isobel to the beach and told her fairy stories. Some people said it was because of his love for children; wiser ones opined it was because of Fanny, to give her the rest she needed after a hard week's work. Thus time marched on until the day a tall handsome man, equipped with high polishec boots sia an over-size Stetson, came to

The Tiger Lily

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By ANTON SCHERRER

Courtesy Miss Lucy M. Taggert

Clair st. and Capitol ave, where the Kahn people (left to right) Nora (*rs. D, Laurance Chambers); Emily (Mrs, Rich-

sight of Isobel, he took hier to his arms and smothered her with kisses, Believe it or not, Sam Osborne had returned looking none the worse for wear. Fact is, he looked quite: well-to-do and, almost immediately thereafter, the Osbournes moved into a house so big and beautiful that Isobel could hardly believe her eyes. For the next few years happiness returned to dwell with the little family. Sam got a job, a sedentary one this time (some say as secretary to Leland Stanford), and here in San Francisco, in 1868, a son was born. Fanny named him Lloyd to honor the name of him who had given up all his Sundays to make her “widowhood” more bearable,

” n ” A Fool's Paradise

CAME THE DAY that Fanny realized that she was living in a fool's paradise. When Sam disappointed her a second time, she beat him to the getaway and hurried to Indianapolis, to the home of her parents. It is not improbable that alone with her parents Fanny discussed the subject of divorce; in which case it is not im= probable that the parents reminded their daughter of her Presbyterian marriage vows. After a year's absence from Sam, Fanny fell for his pathetic letters and re= turned home, Reunited in California, the Osbournes moved to Oakland-——to a rose-covered cottage this time--and here a second son, Hervey, was born. He was the prize of the lot for looks, a combination of large dark eyes and curly flaxen hair, Hervey was somewhere around 3 years old when Fannv started going to the School of Design conducted by Virgil Williams in San Francisco. Immedi= ately tongues started wagging again, Women dodn’'t go to art school, they said, except to fill a void or to forget. The suspicions were not without foundation. This time Fanny made up her mind to go through with it. Once more she considered leaving Sam for good. Once more she weighed the possibility of divorce; at a time when such a thing was nothing short of a scandal. She dismissed the divorce busi ness for the sake of her children and the reputation of her parents. Moreover, the moralistic training with which the Indianapolis public school system had endowed her stood in the way. That left only one thing to do. And so one day in 1875 Fanny took her three children, together with a Jacob Cox-painted portrait of her father, and went to Europe. She left word with the neighbors that she was doing it to give the children an education, It didn't fool anybody.

Tomorrow: “Enter Robert Louis

Stevenson.

Capital Drinking Called Fearful

CHICAGO, July 14 (U. P).— The liquor consumption of Wash« ington, D.C, is twice the percapita consumption of any other city in the country, Bishop Edwin H. Hughes, head of the Washing« ton area of the Methodist church, said yesterday. “Drinking and drunkenness in Washington are fearful,” he said. Speaking before the Methodist council of bishops, Bishop Hughes said, “the consumption of alcoholic beverages, mainly hard liquor, is even double that of Nes vada, which is supposed to head the booze parade. Nevatla can't see Washington for dust when it

comes to imbibing.”