Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 January 1947 — Page 7
TIGHT-LIPPED BOB O'NEAL had leave today to attend a three-month FBI school at Washington, D. ©. Instead, he found himself the new executive head of the state police department. Pew citizens ‘are more typically native than the soft-spoken young major, who for the last year ‘has beaded the detective division. : Born “west of the river,” young O'Neal-how. young is a departmental secret—is one of five children whose father is a 92-year veteran city detective, John ol. (Jack) O'Neal. Reared in the vicinity of “Goodlet and Michigan sts, Maj. O'Nesl was graduated from Cathedral high’
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‘Little wonder, friends say, since he "attempted to work full-time as well. He had: a good scholastic “standing in high school.
Jumps at Police Clerk Job NOW CONSIDERED a “perfect cop,” Ma). O'Neal never intended to be a policeman; in fact, was discouraged by his father. It all developed from his Jove of sports, as in-
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ard consistent asythis may seem. Al Feeney, former state HT police superintendent, was a hero to young Bob, a ad Ripple. friend to his father. A ‘close friendship grew pes. . Manual at tween the Al of Notre Dame university athletic history and the young high school star. ch, ; a quarter, Then lyer, pint-sized
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METICULOUS ABOUT DETAILS — Twelve years of intensive state police work finally landed Bob O'Neal on top of the heap.
Senator Chaos
WASHINGTON, Jan. 4.-—Senator Confusion P.
me, 27-21. Chaos was, in charge of the U. 8. senate, if there was Y'Shea tallied 12 a senate, which some senators (who weren't sure they Dame but Ed were senators) doubted. Sefter 5 Wpped You'll get the idea best, T guess, if I tell about the at guard, scored gray-haired lady in pink who fought her way through y Dame the crowds cutside the galleries, finagled her way into i the sanctum of the press, eyed the eorrespondents beating their typewriters, and then spied me. Mat 1 wasn't doing anything, Just sitting. Not even J ] thinki ; : ng. “Sir,” she cried breathlessly, “is there any possible rospect 1 way for me to get in there?”
Terry of Okla- “Well now lady,” I began. “It's pretty crowded
ash with Buddy but...” vhat has promise “Yes I know,” she interrupted, on the verge of of action next tears. “But my husband's about to be sworn in as
he Armory wres- senator and I've got to see him. I've just got to.” That's what she thought. That's what a lot of fellows thought, including Senator-elect John W. Bricker of Ohio, who had the tables set up with poinsettia decorations in one of the private dining
rooms for a swearing in luncheon. Haw, haw, haw.
The Rules Take a Beating
| NEVER DID ROBERT'S rules of parliamentary ; order take such a beating. The idea was to bring in the newly-elected senators in alphabetical order and swear ‘em in, so the senate could elect some officers and get to work. Number two, alphabetically speaking, was Biibo, Theo. G., in a rumpled brown suit, and a necktie with horizontal] red and gray stripes. Senator Homer Ferguson of Michigan, tried to get the floor, but Senator Glen H. Taylor, the crooning cowboy from Idaho, éaught the eye of the chair with a gesture like
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Jack the Snipper
NEW YORK, Jan. 4—Nijck Carter, a Manhattan hair expert, took one look today at two pretty girl victims of Washington's “Jack the Snipper,” and said he didn't blame the unknown gent who scissored their tresses. “Their hair-do’s are so unreasonable,” Nick explained, “that it probably drove the poor guy nuts. * He pulled out his scissors and snipped away in pure desperation.” The girls, blond Janice Rome and brunet Mary Sanders, took it without blinking, They were invited to New York by beauty professor Veronica: Dengel, after Miss Dengel read in the papers how a mysterious attacker had slipped up behind them and made away with locks of their hair, Mr. Carter, wha. works on the coiffures of some of Broadway's best, claimed that Mary's neck was * too short and her hair too long, while with Janice it ' was vice versa. To me, they both looked lovely.
‘A Quiet Operation “PVE LOST eight inches of my hair,” explained Miss Rome, who is 18. “I was sitting on a street car. He just crept up behind me and started cutting.” “I lost five Inches,” said 17-year-old Miss Sanders, 8 student at Lynchburg college. “I was just standing on a street corner. I never heard his scissors click.”
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‘We, the Women
EVEN THOUGH the beginning of a new year is the time when most folks tell themselves they are + going to do more in the year ahead than they did in the year just passed, one wise woman is resolving to do much less. Her idea is that she—like most other women of today—is attempting to do too much, to spread herself so thinly over a number of interests and a hoard of ‘acquaintances that she hasn't nearly time enough « “for her family and-really good friends.
8130 P.M Bo she 15 resolving. to simplify her life: To. look ! "a * at -all ‘her activities with a critical eye and the reRLY vealing question, “Is this really important or necesInc. sary?” x Offices
oars) ~ Assume Responsibilities IN EVERY case where thé answer is “No”—the ' activity is going to be thrown out, It's a good idea, isn't it? Occasionally: to sort out | the activities, the assumed responsibilities, the asso-
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When Bob was hardly out of school, Al to the older O'Neal that minog clerkship at sta jumped ay the ante al 2 He went to work on his birthday, April 10, 1934. “Those were the days of the terrorizing John Dillinger and mob. Often, the young clerk.spent 24 to 48 hoursion: duty at headquarters without, sleep. His girl friend, Emma Franges, his wife since 1937, beg to discount the crime wave... “She almost didn't marry me,” Bob snickered.
“Used to kid me about whether 1 was working when|
1 said I was.”
«The, first day of his new job, he was sent to pick] | up Mary Kinder, Dillinger's girl friend, who lived here.| As a clerk, he was not allowed to carry a gun. Mixed] thoughts ran through his mind on the way, having] .
read about John and Mary, as everyone had in those days, Mary came -quietly, however, although Bob
later speculated on ‘the possibility that her boy|
friend might have been hiding there. From that point, the young state copper's assign-ments—-he assigned himself to ‘the more dangerous ones—grew even more interesting.
His remarkable memory of telephone and automo-
bile. license numbers several times brought him close to “stopping lead.” This, and a fearlessness he ‘always hag had, according to the older O'Neal, Once, when Bob was driving to his home at Speedway—-Emma Frances waiting dinner—he recognized » license number as that of the “woman in red,” dangerous and notorious filling station bandit.
He stopped and began a patient watch of a parked|
car bearing the number. . A man finally entered the stolen vehicle and Bob “tailed” him to an outdoor theater, sat through a double-feature, returned to the city “with the unknown. motorist.
Family Man and Sports Lover
AGAIN, YOUNG O'NEAL, oblivious to his growing hunger, took up the watch. It began to rain, his back becoming a rivulet and his feet cold and soaking a8 he hid amid a row of garbage cans, a steamy stench rising slowly. His doggedness paid off, however. The man left an apartment in front of which the car was parked, picked up the ‘woman in red,” and went to an allnight restaurant. O'Neal called his pal and longtime partner; John Barton, who assumed Bob's former post of detective chief. The two closed in on the woman as she waited in the car for her boy friend. With the fleetness of a bird, she darted for the glove compartment. A pistol fell to the floor as Bob grabbed her. i “What if that door had been locked?” he slapped his chilled body and grinned at Barton. Another time, a baby kidnaper pulled a gun-trig-ger in Bob's face.. Only a click resounded. /In a
Never much of a ladies’ man, except when he
young O'Neal is a sports lover and family man. He finds time as often as possible to play with his two small boys. The remainder of a modest, unassuming life is spent concentrating on crime solution. State police under his charge may as well know that their new boss considers character the most important factor in life. A cop can muff his assignment, he can make a fool of himself; but, if he has
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the throwing of a lariat. The details of the fight you may read w other columns of this paper. -Here you may learn about some of the results, including the fact that the sena-tors-elect weren't senators at all. They weren't even on the payrell and, of course, they were worried ahout
Tisuble With Wives
SENATOR WAYNE MORSE of Qregon eyed the crowds of bystanders on the senate floor, including a couple of pretty girls who knelt in the aisle. This, he said, didn’t add to the dignity of the U. 8. senate and what about rule 33, which prohibits spectators on the floor, unless they're clerks on official business. He said it should be enforced. “No,” cried Senator-elect William Langer of N. D., “not my wife, too. She campaigned with me all over North Dakota. She helped me, get elected and she’s got aright to see me sworn in. I want her here.” So that was put to a vote. The ayes had it. Sergeant-at-arms Wall Doxey was ordered to clear the senate of everybody except senators and clerks. He walked up to each bystander and said: “Are ycu'a clerk of the senate?” : To a man and a woman everybody he approached said, Yes. Mr. Doxey gave up after a while, without a single person, Mr. Langer’s wife included, walking out. Then somebody remembered that Mr. Langer had no right to say anything because he wasn't a senator. Below, in the private dining room, Mr. Bricker and perhaps a third of his guests were eating their lunch. The poinsettias were droopy. The food was cold and Mr. Bricker still wasn’t a senator. ‘The fault of the Senator Confusion P. Chaos, obviously.
By Robert Richards
Mr. Carter, called in on the case by Miss Dengel, shook his head sadly and frowned at Miss Sanders. “My dear young lady,” he asked, “do you realize that your hair is wandering all over your shoulders?” Miss Sanders said she didn't realize any such thing, and anyhow people in Washington had never complained about it.
A Modernized Coiffure
“PM GOING TO give you a Joan of Lorraine coiffure,” Mr, Carter said. “Just like Ingrid Bergman’s.” Miss Sanders is a tiny -girl, she couldn't weigh more than 110, but she’s pretty determined. “Thanks just the same,” she said, “but I've had enough’ of this hair-cutting.” “But, my dear girl,” expert Mr. Carter said again, “your hair is extra-ordinary. I mean, it's dangling all over. I'll just shape it to your head.” Miss Sanders said thanks for the nice train ride and everything, but she still wasn't having any, Ingrid Bergman or no Ingrid Bergman, she didn’t want her hair cut short. Mr. Carter and Miss Sanders finally compromised, and he fixed her up with a modified Lorraine job. “It won't make much difference anyhow,” he whispered. “People wouldn't appreciate it in Washington.”
By Ruth Millett
out the clothes in a closet or the accumulation of ons stored away in dresser drawers and trunks, in attics and basements—to see what is still serviceable and what is just so much excess baggage.
Discard the Old
INTERESTS SHOULD change with each passing yea And they usually do. But all too. often women overlook that fact, and instead of getting rid of outgrown or useless activities just keep piling new interests on top of the old. That makes for a cluttered life and a hurried, harried individual—one who is always moaning, “I never seem to have time for the things I really want to do.” + So before we make any resolutions about taking on new jobs and new interests in 1947, perhaps, like the woman mentioned, we should sort out the old and see what can be discarded ruthlessly for ‘once and all,
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Indianapolis today.
A HOOSIER WELCOME —Lt Gov. Richard: T. James (center), top- roiking G. O.P. member of the party of 134 Hoosiers who went to Washington fo see William E. Jenner take office as junior senator, welcomes: Rep. and Mrs. Forest Harness at a reception last night in the Carlton hotel. The group was to return to
—Photos by Times Photographer Victor Peterson, via Acine | FIRST BILL IN HOPPER-—Ninth District Re Wilson tells Mrs. Grace Gray, Mitchell, about he filed on the opening day: of congress. It establish National Grandmothers. day. Mrs, Gray is
Pemnsy Receives New Coaches
The Pennsylvania: railroad today announced delivery of the, first units of its fleet of 349 post-war overnight ‘passenger - coaches. They are part of 93 coach, lounge, dining and observation cars that will re-equip the Jeffersonian, allcoath train linking Indianapolis with St. Louis and New York, and overnight trains on the New YorkChicago run. The cars, built in the Pennsylvania’s Altoona, Pa., shops, incor= porate such features as automatic doors, improved seating, air conditioning, -public-address. systems and enlarged rest rooms. Although they are five feet longer than present coaches, they seat 44 passengers
Turners to Honor Otto Busching
Otto Busching, 1 W. 28th st., will be presented a gold medal for being a member of Athenaeum Turners 50 years, nasWp m. dinner Friday. Mr. Busching has sung with the 93-year-old Maennerchor of the Athenaeum Turners since 1898. Entertainment will include =a play by the :dramatic club, selec~ tions by the Maennerchor and stunts by gymnastic classes. Orville McFallon will be master of ceremonies and Herman Kothe and Robert Uhl will speak. ~
MILK PRICE HEARING SET WASHINGTON, Jan. 4.(U. P),— A public hearing on the possibility of reducing the pipes paid to northeastern fluid milk prouoers
Donald D. Hoover To Be Moderator
Donald D. Hoover, assistant to the editor of*The Times, will moderate a debate on the direct primary over the convention systems of nominating political candidates at 8 p. m. tomorrow on station WIRE. Sponsored by All Souls Unitarian church, the debate will be held at the church beginning at 7:30 p. m. It is one of ‘a series of informational forums sponsored by ' the church. The Mudience will be permitted ‘to participa Debating the mative side will be Alvan V. Burch, state additor,
By Candle Light
secretary of National Grandmothers Clubs Irie, Fok
'Baby Delivered
HUNTINGTON, Ind, Jan. 4 (U. P.)—Huntington County hospital doctors and nurses delivered a girl baby early today by the light of candles and three flashlights during | a power blackout. infan division ba Both Mrs, Thelma Harrison -knd| oie ) ion 1, te her seven and one-half pound in- at 7p. m. Jan. 17, fant were reported “doing fine.” | Pool. Fp The lights went on again shortly 3 after the child was born at 12:13 a. m.
Japs. Ask New Anthem
TOKYO, Jan. ¢ (U. P). —, The Japanese newspaper Asahi today suggested the adoption of a new |:
and Hassil Schenck, Indians Farm Bureau president. Negative debaters will {vs Sivas ‘R. Black, state director of the state employees’ re-
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The old clock has stopped. I will tick for a few beats—then—de It is of course age that gives
mother in 1884.
piece. There he stood for years on the oid kitchen “safe” Besides keeping
time I fancy he sat in judgment on mother’s cooking, sniffing the foods she '¥ fashioned and § pronouncing them very good. The “safe” was a frame structure, quite a little on the wobbly side, with tin
Mr. Pogue faces that were plagued with hundreds and hundreds of little pim-
ples. The manufacturer's idea of beauty (hearts and stars) was punched into the plainness of the panels. Like a little — the clock’s face | was dirty, and his hands entirely black. » » » WHEN HE IDLED at his labors, as I must have lazed here and there on my way to school, father would give the old fellow a dose of oil. (To quicken my tempo father used to give me a dose he called “strap oil.”)° Running an oiled feather through the works seemed to clear the clock’s system, and away he'd clatter with renewetl vitality. When in 1940 the home was closed to all the Pogue comings and goings I brought the old fellow with me to Upland.: Clocks should not be temperamental, but the perch in my office did not seem to suit his tastes; he refused to run. In spite of the old-fashioned oil remedy I gave him he sat there, head in hands, and moped, so I took him to a doctor in Marion. » # ” SEVERAL clock men refused to take the case. They were interested solely in hospitalization where higher fees were involved. And where more certain chances of recovery would redound to their glory. | But at last I found a surgeon: who did not fear to risk his fame on the innards of my old clock.
mount, and a man of sentiment, took the ailing instrument in his hands. They were something simi-
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There Is ‘Inspiration i in His Tick-Tock— And in the Rhythm of His Chimes
By BARTON REES POGUE Times Roving-Rhyming Reporier
sort of tubby in build, that did his first hour-keeping for father and
He was the kitchen clock in the Greenfield home: rise to the dignity of a parlor!
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cannot get him to run at all. ad silence. him pause. He is a New Haven,
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“Do you think you can fix it?” 1 asked. : He answered very quietly. sure I can.”
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» » . AND THEN, in the mellow spirit of reminiscence, he added, “The véry first clock I ever repaired was exactly like this one.” From beginning to almost the end, from the Alpha to Omega of his timepiece repairing; he had made New Haven clocks tick. I knew my prize was in good hands. “There is just one request I want to make,” I said. “Replace the face and hands just as soon as you find them.” In the upper right-hand corner a small screw, in the upper left-hand corner a ¢arpet tack held the face in position. An abbreviated straight pin and a pearl button, its center punched out, kept the hands at their work on the timing post.
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The Old Family Clock Has Stopped— | Must Get It Fixed; He Helps Me Work
a picture you can see the movement of the .pendulum through a small square hole,
» » . MY GREAT - GRANDFATHER RICE was a 40'er, and a great Bible student. From his Matthew Henry Commentary of the Holy Scriptures his daughter had taken a picture of David's wife (the first one) lowering her spouse frcm a window, by means of .a sheet, that he might escape from Saul’'s murderous intentions, Right where David's feet should have been grandma had cut the little square hole.. /The pendulum is an easy-going old soul, but the indolent sound he creates quickly brings back so many rich memories of the past. If the old clock might talk I think he would be saying: “How many hours,” asks old Father Tock,
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The minutes and hours from asks old Father Tock, | They show by the joy there this tick-tock concern, |“‘I may have heard from this is in their fe. And if you should count them, old clock? That home is pleasure, not
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I'm sure you would find I've kept pretty close at my daily grind— Keeping Uihe ticks and tocks in pairs, | Assembling the minutes in my upstairs.”
“And what do you “think,” asks old Father Tock, “That I may have seen while making up stock? I've seen the young farmer © come in with his bride; And if I'd had tears I think I'd have cried The day he brought home a little high-chair, And the night mother taught that first children’s prayer. “And how do. yo k I've seen parties and wed-| ~~ asks old Father Yh ; dings, and long winter|"I may feel toward this mulnights ti flock? When grandmother read by the kerosene lights.”
“And what do you. think,”
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THAT wag -~ freidsts a ‘sup= pose I should say, “that was 7 Abjuring the grammar, I was the little thief that made the oft-re< peated piratical raids on want mother’s pieces of gold. “And Ive heard grandma
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applause For the way they support the homemaker’s cause.
“Don’t substitute something better for those items. I want them left as | father fixed them. He smiled, and brushed a hand |across his cheek. Both of us were, having trouble with some sort of | mist in the eyes. »
H » after that mending, the old clock took up his cross daily and followed Father Time. And I worked better, him trudging along. at my side. But he refused to do his chores without a certain amount of stick work’ on my part. enough shim under his east side so that hé leaned tipsy-like toward Bill Wilson’s grocery he would run. But now, no sort of goading I can do will make him produce minutes and hours. And I must hear the tick of that old clock. I am working without his help, but. how much bettét I might peck away if he were pecking away too. » E I AM NOT a. lok collector; I have never collected anything, save debts. But at the house I have the
Rees and his Julia Rice, of Francesville had for their tick-tock. Grandpa sent it to me after grandmother passed away.’ I unpécked it, set it on the shelf, attached the weights, wound it with its crank-like key and set the pens dulum swinging. Though the bot-
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