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is that it's ‘small and everybody is close together. Spirit of Submarine Crew “IT'S INFORMAL here and we've got swell officers. There are only about three dozen of us and it's sort of the same spirit as a submarine crew has. Everybody is for everybody else. No more big camps for me if I can help it.” : Goldy was very proud of their recent Thanksgiving dinner. He said their menu that day had 29 items on it, including turkey. The turkey, incidentally, won him $10. He'd made several bets with other soldiers who didn't think any turkey would ever arrive. “But I had faith in the government,” Goldy said, “so that's just $10 more to send home to buy bonds with.” The boys may like the desert, but still it is an insidious place. At one of these remote Sahara flelds

Inside Indianapolis By Lowell Nussbaum

PVT. GRAYSON ENLOW, the former announcer for WFBM, is home on furlough from Mitchell field ~a “mere shadow” of his former self. Pvt. Enlow says he has lost 40 pounds through hard work, but he's still about as big as a whole regiment—8 Yeet, 6, and probably 240. , .. The flu is no respecter of persons. Among the numerous victims is Dr. W. D. Gatch, dean of the Indiana university’ school of medicine, who has been laid up several .days. Another prominent victim is Hugh McK. Landon, chairman of the board of the Fletcher Trust Co. Mr. Landon is in Robert Long hospital. . . . Alvin Johnson, the former deputy attorney general, 2 had two kinds of luck over the last week-end. On Monday, Mr. Johnson received notice that he had been granted a commission of lieutenant (j.g.) in the navy. That ~ was good luck. The bad luck was the fact he had been inducted into the army under selective service just two days earlier—Saturday. He has hopes of being released by the army—if he’s really lucky, but it may take some weeks. . . . Ownie Bush, president _ of the Indianapolis Indians, is back in town and expects to remain here through Christmas. He expects to return to Florida after Christmas. . . . Also - in town is Jewel Ens, manager of the Syracuse International league ball club and former manager of the Indianapolis Tribe. Bush, Ens and Rip Lynch of the Universal Beverage Co. were dinner guests of Gus Hitzelberger at Gus’ Liberal View League club Tuesday night, with Gus cooking, waiting on table and sitting down for an occasional bite of food. He can't find a cook.

Dodge Those Bailiffs!

JURY TRIALS have become a headache to the focal courts since. the war started. So many folks are engaged in vital war work and have to be excused that it's getting almost impossible to get a jury through the regular jury drawing, The situation is

Washington

ing a weak congress into the most dangerous kinds of special interest legislation, as James F. Byrnes,

director of war mobilization, showed convincingly in his address this week. As he said, it is creating a home-front crisis. > Under threat of a strike, congress is moving to vote a wage increase to railroad: workers. Now the senate agriculture committee follows the same questionable ex- _ ample by voting for the McClellanEastland bill prohibiting a dairy

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in one provision for continuing the subsidy on vege~ table oils. Congress seems utterly pliable to any group, tions, that threat-

‘ens political reprisals. Justice Byrnes says it is time

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to tell all such groups to lay that pistol down. Voice From the Army

HERE 18 A letter to the same point that will do’ your heart good, I think. It is from a first lieutenant

of the 440th fighter squadron. . between prices and wages. And young a This young air force officer says: \ I a eam Sanduska boys, it appears were “Let me say a few words in support of your com- “tives who will vote to hold the line. J itinerant realtors who roamed mendable efforts against the menace of inflation, Perhaps people sre more tesdy ish We: resiief. Cd dle West ‘with no other and in appreciation of your giving voice to what vo to stand by those who will make the hard choice pages than 10 HK he saa: 3 to see W - 9 > oper. many us believe. It is shocking con: and resist the break-through. a profit. Sandusky, Ohio is said - ; Jo be named fof Wem. So much ! A for Sand! , O, My Day By Eleanor Roosevelt| Te os Layman property on 8. , Audubon road (No, mn . Sup, posed to have been te WASHINGTON, Wednesday. —The night before when he goeb through the actual fighting for the Jacob Sanduska’s cabin. Where I had the first of a series of threé gatherings first time. It is horrible, of course, but it brought Isaac lived has never been cleared who are immedia for out one thing, that in this kind of fighting every | up. Like as not, he doubled up this part of our capital city. They must individual has a responsibility and every man uses| with Jacob. To this day there of the ‘White House by heart, but his own head. Some of them, like the “no-good kid,”| isnt another neighborhood where many of them have not seen the died having “made very good” indeed. ; family ties are knotted tighter inside, so this afforded them We also saw a short film on housing, the first in| than those in Irvington, see the lower a series of films called “What We Are Fighting For.” It is generally believed that the had asked I think it concentrates the story of the past and.the Sanduska boys picked their farm the film of purposes of modern housing into a very few min- for the same reason Mr, Wilson Pacific - trip and utes. It is certainly interesting to have it pointed did, mamely its therapeutic proplittle about out that our ancestors built the gracious towns of | erties. Irvington is close to 200 light refresh- New England and Virginia and, today, in our modern | feet higher than the center of Ina chance to -planning, we are trying to return to the same type dianapolis and isn't topped by time. of building ‘which they sought for and, as far as! anything around here except, Wanger to the same kind of living. © maybe, the crest of Crown HilL

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during a 90-mile-an-hour sandstorm, leader found the fleld, but even at an altitude of just a few feet he couldn't see the runway so they went their

. Two of the pilots were killed. Others straggled in days later, One was saved by an Arab who ran for help across the desert, 20 miles in four hours, There are many ways to die in wartime and they are all bad.

AMONG THE odd items a professional traveler 1s likely “to pick up on a trip like this are these two gems: : 1. At one stop in the tropics I met an American civilian who said he always gave his chickens a’ spoonful of gin shortly before killing them. He said {t relaxed their muscles and made them much more tender and succulent. It's probably true, except that most of the chickens I've met over here would need half a pint, and gin is scarce in these parts. 2. In hot tropics postage stamps always glue themselves together, They even glue themselves to oiled paper. The way to prevent this is to rub stamps on your hair. ‘The oil from the hair coats the stamps

trick actually works, except that I always have to hire somebody with hair to-go along to the postoffice with me. One morning in northwest Africa I was got out of bed at 6:30 a. m. by a caller who turned out to be an old army friend—Capt. Wayne Akers of Memphis, a pilot on the ferry line pith whom I flew from the Gold Coast to Cairo last spring. Capt. Akers says that after’ he was mentioned in this column he got more than 50 letters from people in the States. He has just been flying transports back and forth, back and forth, all the way from India to Italy. In one year overseas he has just put in 1200 flying hours. He's due to go home now. He says they're given a choice between two weeks at home and then returning to Africh, or a 30-day furlough and then reassignment for at least six months in the Btates. He says everybody is taking the latter. As who wouldn't?

getting so bad that Judge W. D. Bain of criminal court says he's going to have to resort to the old time method of sending his bailiff out on the street to pick up talesmen, . . . The City hall rumor factory ‘has it that C. A. Hough, present chairman of the post-war planning commission, may resign soon and succeed Harmon Campbell as chairman of the works board. Of course, several others” are mentioned as probable successors if Mr. Campbell does resign. . . . Add signs of the Christmas season: The. first Christ- .. Waitresses in Block’s men's grille yesterday had to restrain patrons from stealing the menus, which had miniature sleigh bells attached and made a dandy jingle. -.«. . Elmer, the doorman at the I. A. C, absent mindedly was whistling “Jingle Bells,” yesterday. . . . One of our agents has received the same Christmas card he sent to a friend last year. The friend merely crossed out our agent's name and wrote in his own, with a note that it was in the interests of the war effort.

No Bed of Roses

TRAVELING IS NO bed of roses these days— take it from Eric A. Johnston. president of the U. 8. Chamber of Commerce, who spoke here yesterday. Mr. Johnston spoke somewhere in Ohio the previous night and found poor railroad connections for Indianapolis. He got here just in time to give an off the - record talk before a business group, and had to talk without any breakfast, and without washing or ‘shaving. (There was no diner on his train.) Then, came the luncheon. And while 850 guests lunched, Mr. Johnston was in his room cleaning up and gulping a hasty breakfast. He finished in time to go to the dining room and talk. Then he was hustled off to the airport to fly to some other engagement. Such a life! . + . The children of school 76 at 30th and College have made and sent Christmas greetings to 175 former students of the school now in the armed forces. . . . Incidentally, someone phoned while we were out and left word we had shown our ignorance again, “School 13 is on Buchanan st.—not Cannon st.” the caller reminded. Wonder how that happened! Probably the printer's mistake. (Printer's note: The heck it was!)

By Raymond Clapper

stitutes the war ‘effort’ of the people of -the United States, and to know the complacency with which the race between wages and prices is accepted, especially within the legislative branch itself. “For God's sake, Mr. Clapper, let them know in Washington that there are still some voters who will support them if they'll stand for what is right instead of what. they think will make themi popular with the big and little profiteers at home. “Give us an honest man who will declare publicly that the war is not, or should not be, a get-rich-quick spree for anyone, that real sacrifices—nothing like the minor inconveniences we endure now—must be made while the war is on to avoid disastrous consequences.”

Gresham's Law of Politics

I HOPE this air force officer heard or read the address of Justice Byrnes on inflation this week. For that was a voice pleading with congress against encouraging inflation by - giving in to special groups. In economics we have the old rule that bad money drives out good money. It is known as Gresham's law. There is a Gresham's law in politics, teo. Usually the courageous man who votes for the géneral interest of the country is often driven out by the demagogue who plays the game of special powerful groups. One such victim of this political Gresham's law, former Senator Prentiss Brown, has just opened law offices here this week. He is in private life because he crossed up the farm organizations by leading the fight for price-control legislation. Justice Byrnes is protesting against :that, and ‘pléading with congress in wartime to consider the

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By Ernie Pole]

a few months ago tie of fighter planes came m| Their

insult to injury. - Take it from me, lrvington is no more peculiar— well, not much more peculiar—than the rest of Indianapolis. It only seems so, probably because the people out there have a precedent for everything they do and insist on exercising it. Consider for a moment their way of telling a joke. The precedent for it is the fact that Irvington's history has a prolog and a story. The prolog is twice the length of the story. Irvinggon has a comparatively short story. It begins with 1870, the year .Jacob B. Julian and Sylvester Johnson turhed up. It ends in 1902, the year Indianapolis, for some reason. or other, absorbed the little town. As for Irvington's long prolog, it goes back all the way to John Wilson, the earliest pioneer this side of the American Indians. o . »

Peach of a Place

JOHN WILSON came to these parts in 1820 (before Indianapolis was heard of) and settled on “White river at the mouth of Fall creek, a peach of a place to catch® malaria. After his convalescence

(a year Jater) he looked for higher ground and found something to his liking in the 80 acres west of what is now known as Hawthorne lane. His cabin faced an Indian trail connecting the Whitewater Valley with the White river. Later this trail became known as the Centerville road. Today its course may be traced by the tracks of the Pennsylvania (Panhandle) R. R. . When the National road made its appearance, Mr. Wilion accepted it as a sign from heaven. At any rate, he picked the new highway for the location of a

youngsters brought up on a modern nonienclature). The site is supposed to have been the corner of what is now Washington st. and Butler ave. The bigness of his tavern is accounted for by the fact that it-was designed to house not only travelers but all the Wilson kids as well. Mr. Wilson's prophecy turned out all right, Indeed, it may be classified as the first Tase of clairvoyance In what is now known as Marion county. The gift of receiving messages straight from heaven is so common in Irvington today that nobody recognizes the power for what it is. John Wilson died in 1840. Ma-la¥ia-was not the cause. He was succeeded in the business—that of tavern-keeper—by his son-in-law, Aquilla Parker, the start of the Irvington dynasty. o . .

Always a Parker

TODAY YOU can’t dig up anything in Irvington without coming across a Parker, For example, the house on the S. E. corner of Washington st. and. Emerson ave. —the one where Mrs. Will Forsyth lives today and where Will painted some of his greatest pictures— was the site of Henry Clay Parker’s blacksmith shop. (Henry Clay was one of Aquilla’s sons). And farther down the avenue (No. 29), in the rear of what is now Theodore M. Weesner's home, is the ancestral Parker graveyard, So far as I know, Mr. Weesner is not related to the Parkers. On the other hand, Mr. Weesner bought his lot from a widow whose two husbands were Parkers. Following hard on the heels of John Wilson came Jacob and Isaac Sanduska, a pair of Poles. In 1822, the Sanduskas acquired

THIRD SECTION

Contrary to popular belief, Irvington is not a state of mind. It is the real-for-sure part of Indianapolis inhabited by pixies, poets, painters, purists, prophets, professors, perfectionists, Portfolians, Pickwicks, Peter Pans and Parkers. That is why so many people living on the other side of the tracks (the Belt R. R. in this case) refer to Irvington as “that p-culiar place.” Delivered with the curious inflection of which only critics are capable, it adds

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10-room tavern (“hotel” to you

people known as “Millerites” went out there to wait for the end of the world. That was the year of the big comet followed by meteors which went blazing through the sky leaving in their trails little patches of fire that looked for all the world like the letters of the alphabet. Properly put together, the letters spelled “The Lord is coming.” Nor was that all. Everything else in Indianapolis acted crazy-

like too—at any rate, more than

usual. There were strange markings on the barks of trees that had everybody guessing. Roosters started crowing in the middle of the night. Horses made noises like human beings, and strangelyinspired hens laid eggs with prophecies written on their shells. It was a year of signs and portents, and the only man anywhere around who had any idea what it meant was the Rev. Samuel Miller, who preached in Indianapolis at the time. It meant the end of the world, said Mr. Miller. He was so sure of it, indeed, that finally he picked April Fool's day, 1843, as the date of Doomsday. That is why, for the past 100 years, people around here have been leery of anything that sounds like humor coming from the lips of preachers. # # #

And the Moon Rose

ON THE APPOINTED day, Mr. Miller marched his congregation, clad in white ascension robes, from the Circle to what is now Mr. Brown's hill. Doomsday proved a dud. The sun kept going as usual and punctiliously disappeared behind the tall sycamores of Pleasant Run. The stars came out. What's more, the moon appeared and, finally, the morning light gave promise of another day.

The poor, deluded souls discarded. their white robes, folded them

carefully for another day, and silently stole back to Indianapolis. The round trip represented a good 10 miles—of walking, if you please. The first streetcar to Irvington didn't show up until 33 years later. Instead of putting a curse on

Irvington, as you'd have every

reason to suspect, Mr. Miller's fiasco had quite the opposite effect. It planted a fantastic faith in the future of Irvington. Hilton U. Brown's case wasn't the only example. Even more to the point was the faith of John Ellenberger. Shortly after Mr. Miller's failure, Mr. Ellenberger rented a part of the Sanduska farm. He ended up farming all the land now known as Irvington. The only reason he stopped was because just about

that time Jacob B. Julian and

Sylvester Johnson showed up. John Ellenberg's name survives in the pretty park out there to-

day. Jacob B. Julian and Sylvester Johnson arrived in Indianapolis sometime around 1870 by way of Centerville, which was a good enough place to live until Richmond stole the county seat from Centerville. This scurvy trick on the part of Ricimond made J & J so all-fired mad that they left Wayne county for good. They'd start a town of their own, they said, if for no other reason than to show up the shabbiness of Richmond. There is no blinking the fact that Irvington was conceived in spite. # # #

Enter Rev. Goodwin

IT IS REASONABLY certain that Julian and Johnson had in mind a town somewhat on the order of Utopia with some of the proscriptions and prohibitions of Brook Farm and New Harmony thrown in. It turned out to be

The reason it turned out to be Irvington was because, shortly after his arrival in Indianapolis, Mr. Julian ran across the Rev. T. A. Goodwin, a versatile preacher whose interests included worldly affairs even to the extent of dealing in real estate occasionally. After listening to J & J's harrow-

ing experience in Wayne county,

the Rev. Goodwin did his best to console Mr. Julian, and finally succeeded by telling him of a 305 acre tract five miles east of Indianapolis, favorably situated on high ground, and certainly big and beautiful enough to make Richmond see red. Sure, the old

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Hilton U. Brown's hill at the southwest point of Irvington, not only geographically, Indianapolis people went out there to wait go to make up Irvington's Saga.

but meta phorically as well. for the end of the world.

prohibiting hogs running at large; (3) prohibiting the use of firearms within the town limits; (4) prohibiting killing of “any bird within said town,” Which is why even to this day, a chicken or, indeed, any species of poultry is never called a “bird” in Irvington.

were allocated for specific purposes. The one on S. Audubon road was designed to receive a

whom Irvington was named. As for the other Circle farther up the same road, it was designed to receive a future “female college,” whatever that may be. Just who was responsible for Irvington's fantastic pattern of winding streets remains a mystery. There is a legend that Frederick Law Olmstead, the designer of Central Park, N. Y, had something to do with it. I wouldn't know. I happen to know, however, that one of the secrets of Mr. Olmstead’s phenomenal success in laying out parks and towns was the fact that he always accepted conditions as they were. Which is to say that he never tried to make unsuitable conditions conform to pre-conceived ideas. The apparent fact that Irvington’'s meandering streets are nothing but the widened cowpaths of the old Sanduska farm looks suspiciously like Mr. Olmstead’s

# # # No Liquor Allowed

SYLVESTER JOHNSON'S determined stand against the use and sale of liquor is accounted for by the fact that, all his life, he was an ardent and sincere prohibitionist. Which makes it all the harder to understand why he was so famous for his grapes. At the time of his death (1916) there were no less than 150 varieties of grape vines. growing in his yard. His particular pride was the "Johnson seedling,” propagated by himself. His reputation as a grape grower was so great, indeed, that he served as judge of awards at both the Chicago (1893) and St. Louis (1904) world fairs. Mr. Johnson ate a bunch of grapes a day (in season) and attributed his long life (94) to the habit. Today Irvington consumes more grapes per capita than any other section of Indianapolis. The number of octogenarians out there is unbelievable. In 1843, when Irvington was incorporated as a town, Northwestern Christian University (now Butler) was doing business on College ave. in the neighborhood of what is now 13th st. (Indlanapolis). Because of leaky roofs and the like, the directors decided to move. Irvington came across with a magnificant offer—a donation of 25 acres for a campus and $150,000 cash for buildings. Two years later when the main build-

enough, indeed, for me to swallow the legend hook, line and sinker. Mr. Julian was responsible for the name “Irvington,” an instance of good taste when one considers that he might just as well have honored the Sanduska boys. Mr, Johnson's literary contribution was the text of the controversial clause embodied in the deeds of conveyance to which everybody must accede before he can hope to be a property holder in Irvington. The fact that this clause is the subject of debate at least once a year in the Marion County Courthouse is reason enough to publish it in full today. Listen: # # #

‘Accepts This Deed’ to the status of a “college town.”

“THE GRANTEE accepts this deed from the grantor with the Enter Bernhardt

express agreement that he, his oop heirs, and assigns will not erect EXCEPT FOR Sarah Bernor maintain, or suffer to be hardt, Irvington's fame as a colerected or maintained, on the real Jege town would go unchallenged. estate herein conveyed any dis- Sarah spoiled everything when tillery, brewery, soap factory, pork ghe visited Indianapolis on one of or slaughter house, or any other her farewell tours. Willlam A. establishment offensive to the Taylor, the personable Pennsylpeople, and that he will not erect yania rallroadef, was mixed up in or maintain, or suffer to be yt 140 I happen to know so mich erected or maintained, on said gpout it because shortly before his yromsises uy Hunle, 108 death, - Soul of years ago, Mr. ’ 0 » Pll or shed within 80 feet of maior Bi the a she unexpurfaed any avenue in sald town, and that he will not sell or suffer to be sold on said premises any intoxicating liquors except for” medicinal, sacramental, or mechanical purposes strictly, and he accepts” this deed on the further agre ment that the right to enforce and compel a compliance of the above conditions rests not only in the grantor, his heirs, and assigns, but in all the propertyholders and inhabitants of said

in her private car, the Coroet. When the Coronet. came to a stop in the Union station, the first to alight was Madame Bernhardt's manager, who sald he

people at once. When. they showed up, he said it was Madame's desire that the car be switched to some place in the country; that she wanted to be

town.” : ( surround ith ral sce . Notwithstanding its apparent Nn Sed wien gw al scenery perfection, Johnson's classic It had to be the Bay ig

clause had some defects, Believe it or not, it didn't go far enough. Three years after the town got going, the trustees of Irvington added four amendments: (1) requiring lot owners to grade sidewalks and plant shade trees; (2)

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scenery, too, he said—something on the order of Fountainebleau forest or at least as good as the environs of Barbizon.

hill at the southwest corner of Washington st. and Emerson ave, is the high

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wanted to see the Pennsylvania.

When | destroyer O'Brien, fourth U. 8. war-

One day back in 1843, a geoup of It's a sample of the stories that

superiors for further instructions. His superfors sald they didn't care what he did just so he kept the car out of the Union Station, Well, the only thing left for Mr, Taylor to do was to switch Madame's car into the Pennsylvania work shops back of the old deaf and dumb school on State ave, It was the noisiest place in town, barring none, because that's where they kept the riveting gang and the wrecking whistle, the most terrifying sounds Indianapolis ever had. Next morning Mr. Taylor was mighty scared, you bet, to meet Sarah. ‘To his surprise she ems» braced him with both arms. She couldn't say enough for her pleas ant surroundings. Never in her life, she said, had she had a better night's sleep. She meant it, too, because right after greeting Mr, Taylor she gave him a generous jigger of Napoleon Lrandy. That: night Sarah Bernhardt gave one of the greatest performances “of her career at English theater,

F. D. R. SETS ASIDE JAN. 1 FOR PRAYER

WASHINGTON, Dec. 9 (U. P). —President Roosevelt in a proclamation released at the White House today designated New Year's day as a day of national prayer for “strength and guidance for the problems of widening warfare and for the responsibilities of increasing victory.” : The proclamation sald that “at the end of the year 1943, which has not only made manifest the devotion and courage of our nation's sons but has also crowned their efforts with brilliant success on every battlefront; it is fitting that we set aside a day of prayer to give thanks to almighty God for his constant providence over us in every hour of national peace and national peril. “At the beginning of the new year 1944, which now lies before us, it is fitting that we pray to be pre served from false pride or accomplishment and from willful neglect of the last measure of public and private sacrifice necessary to attain final victory and peace.”

YANK AID TO RUSSIA HELPED IN CAMPAIGN

TEHRAN, Dec. 9 (U. P)~The Red army's westward push was made possible “to a very sensible degree” by allied supplies into Russia, Lt. Gen. Brehon Somervell said in a letter made public today : Somervell, commander of the United States army service forces,

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FOURTH DESTROYER O'BRIEN LAUNCHED

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