Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 April 1947 — Page 13

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SOMETIMES IT PAYS to be Ignorant. Then if something is way over your head you can throw up your hands and just have—fun, I wasn’t In the CAA trafic control tower at the Municipal airport more than five minutes before I knew the ajr control technique were beyond me. And the longer I stayed, the more confused I became, despite the noble efforts of the operators, The first words 1 heard upon entering the tower were “American 65—Indianapolis tower,’ Aaron Grieff, assistant controller, immediately countered with “American 65, runway 22, wind southwest 15." : “Roger,” blared a voice over the loudspeaker. The huge American Airlines plane landed as if it were carrying eggs—so easy. Mr. Grieff, who kept steady eyes on the plane, said . into the portable microphone, “American 65— on 20-—180-—cleared to the ramp.” The plane came to a stop, turned completely around on the runway and headed for the Municipal airport ramp, “Would someone mind explaining to me what this is all about?” I asked. John H. Hilton, chief airport trae controller, looked surprised. “Do you want ths WHOLE OPERATION EXPLAINED?” Obviously I was asking too much. 1 reworded my Question, “How about this American 65? Roger.” .. “Have you ever flown?’ Mr. Hilton asked me,

Phones Ring Consistently

BEING AN HONEST man, I had to say I hadn't. But honesty didn't require telling I am afraid to get off ground on anything other than a stairway, escalator or a ferris wheel, if it looks strong. Meantime, phones rang consistently, planes kept coming and going and the men spoke a strange language. “Taylorcraft on base cleared to land.” “Is that the one there~the red one?” I asked Joe Hitt, the third air traffic cpntroller. “No—the red plane is a Cessna. I'm talking to that plane up there—just making the tura. On base means he's in position to make a landing and I just told him to go ahead,” Mr. Hitt answered. Mr. Grieff set aside his mike, pulled a black cylinder down from the ceiling and pointed it across the field. It had handles on it like a machine gun. “What's that and what's he doing?" . Mr. Hilton asked if I wanted to know about the American 65 angle. I told him I did, but would he mind telling me about the “gun.” “That's a light gun which we use to signal itinerant planes.” And lucky for me Mr. Hilton added,

Lights Under Water

WASHINGTON, April 21.—It was a moonless night in June. The water was exactly right. I slipped out of my trunks, placed same on a handy rock

' in Lake Michigan, and swam for the first time in the

altogether. The wave which swept across the rock was black. So were my pants. I never saw them again. Let us skip what happened next; the memory still gives me the heebies. My point is that this particular horror never need happen again to mankind. The luminous swimming suit, first of the post-war wonders that means much to me, is here. When the sun goes down, it lights up. Wet or dry, filled or unfilled, this garment from the atomic age glows pinkly. Like a beacon in the night.

Outline Curves in Neon

I WANT ONE. The manufacturer ih Los Angeles how is making these radiant suits for ladies only; he guarantees they'll outline every curve in neon. This will beautify the night and I'm all for it, but I am sending in my order for'a-custom made pair of trunks with built-in halo. Size 38 waist, The rest of the post-war miracles leave me withholding judgment, particularly television. The radio man in.my neighborhood made a pitch the other night, trying to sell me a television dingus for something better than $400. It was amazing. The pictures were clear, distinct and as good as a movie. On the screen there was a black dog barking. The voice said he was pleading for some patent dog biscuit. The scene moved to a shot of the dog food, in a sanitary package. It changed again to two sanitary paakages, while the voice told how good it was for pups.

-Fast-Moving Position

TRAFFIC CONTROL HAS IT SPOTTED— And when the tower says "Cleared to land" it will be clear,

“Itinerant planes are those from other fields which sometimes don't have radios. All planes at this field are required to have at least a receiving set.” I turned my attention to Mr. Grieff who by this time was, flipping switches and saying, “543-K cleared for takeoff.” - “What did you " signaitto that Beechcraft?” “You mean Stinson,” Mr, Grieff corrected me. “I signalled with green flashes which told him he was cleared for takeoff. There's a whol2 series of red, green and orange signals which mean something to a pilot, or at least they should.”

“FOUR PLANES coming: in,” Mr. Hitt said “ Mr. Grieff, “do you want me to take over?’ Mr. Grieff, who is training as a controller, relinquished his fastmoving position to the veteran traffic nan. It seemed to me the heavens were raining airplanes but Mr. Hitt had everything under control with directions to land, takeoff, get into position, and acknowledging a call from an Eastern Airlines plane which was 15 miles outside Indianapolis and coming in fast, “What you heard when you first came,” Mr. Hilton explained, “was a routine conversation with‘ the pilot, which in this case was an American Airlines plane— number 65. Because it's an odd number we know it’s coming from Cincinnati. Had it been 66, an even number, we would know it's going to Cincinnati. The 22 is the number of the runway, the 15 stands for wind velocity, the 20 means he came in 29 minutes after the hour, The 180 means he is clear to make | a complete turn on the runway. Got it?” Well—yes. | Let's not ask any more questions—let's. just have fun. “Army 9043—cleared for takeofl.” RITITIITIIIIIIIT—

By Frederick C. Othman

The dog barked some more and gently the lens faded to a lean-faced fellow at a high desk. He was the professor and he said he had some smart kiddies (his word) who would answer some questions. The camera lit on each kiddie, including one with a missing tooth, while he, in a piping voices, identified himself, The radio salesman looked at me. I looked at him. He snapped off the switch. Later, maybe, he said television programs will be better, Later, maybe, I said I'd buy a television set. I have not yet experimented with foam rubber mattresses, plastic fly screening, or trousers that never need pressing because a synthetic resin holds the crease for the life of the pants. These ideas sound like good ones.

Wants ‘Breezy’ Lawnmower

MY PROBLEM is more urgent. The grass in my back yard is starting to grow. My old lawnmowers is shot. And I have been looking at the smiling gentleman in the four-color magazine advertisements pushing fis lawnmowers with one finger. - How does he do this? Simple. His mower is made of magnesium. It weighs next to nothing. My impression is that his machine is so closely related to a zephyr he's got to hold it down on breezy days. This is for me. My search for a magnesium lawnmower has been conscientious. There is no such thing in Washington. The hardware dealers claim they never heard of it. Nor has anybody yet developed a spray for grass to slow its growth. Only the maker of the swimming suit with selfcontained aurora so far has come through to my complete satisfaction. He, alone, has brightened my future,

By Erskine Johnson

Getting a Break

HOLLYWOOD, April 2).—Hollywood's two-timers are getting a break, I mean the ones who launched their film careers inauspiciously, failed to get anywhere in particular,

and then came back or the second time in starring. roles. The list includes Bil Lundigan, Howard Da Silva, Michael North, and Paule Croset. Mr, Da Silva gets star billing in “Blaze of Noon. » He. first came to Hollywood in 1938 for “Abe Lincoln in Illinois,” played in 30 films while under contract to Warner Brothers for a year. But it took the role of Jud on Broadway in “Oklahoma” and a Paramount contract to make him a star, Ted North played bits in B pictures for three years at 20th Century-Fox before going into the navy. He checked out of the navy into a contract at RKO. It lasted only six months. He was down to $3.85

when Mike Curtiz gave him a test, changed nis name -

to Michael North and gave him a starring role in “The Unsuspected.”

Back as a Star BILL LUNDIGAN wasn't getting anywhere with a studio confract. He decided to free-lance after 10 years of “learning the business.” Along came the war and he saw service with the marines on Okinawa, Now he's back as Hedy Lamarr's leading man in

..“Dishonored Lady,” and as the romantic lead oppo-

site Janet Blair in “The Fabulous Dorseys.”

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We, the Women i

THERE ARE people who seem to enjoy going around creating awkward moments for other people. Some of them: The coy telephone “ealier who says gleefully, “1 bet you can't guess who this is?” The gusher who says, “I've heard so much about you.” The person who comes uf to you at a party and says, “I'll bet you don’t remember me,” when ob-

- viously you don’t.

Personal Questions

THE CURIOUS one who asks point-blank, personal questions, The person who says, “We' ve beeti introduced several times,” after you have acknowledged an introduction with “How do you do?”

[Engineering Council

Indiana Engineering -council will B. L. Combs, assistant per director of Indiana Bell Telep Co.; Dr. Norris W. Rakestraw, dent of Indiana Society of Profesprofessor at the Univer- sional

hold its annual meeting Saturday in Antlers hotel. Taking part in the all-day pro- chemistry,

Hovde, Purdue university president; sity of California; Lewis 8. Frederick bl pendent of Indiana section ot the ‘council.

wll be Dr. 4

FOR THREE years Rita Corday struggled wits unimportant roles in B, pictures at RKO. Finally | she was fired. She went to Broadway looking for a role in a play. She didn't get one. She returned to Hollywood and took dramatic lessons, She changed the color of her hair from brown to blonde. She changed her name to Paule Croset. Result: The feminine lead opposite Doug Fairbanks Jr. in “The | Exile.”

Changes Her Name

“If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again” may be trite. But sometimes it works in Hollywoody Joe E. Lewis, who is equally famous for. his comedy and the money he loses at race tracks, tells | me that several years ago at Hialeah he went broke at the end of the fifth race and avas bemoaning his financial staus to a bookie friend. “Boxthorn in the sixth is the best bet of the day,” moaned Joe. “But I haven't got any money.” “The nag hasn't a chance,” replied the bookie, “and I'd bet $100 to a pin that he can't win.” Joe turned down the lapel of his coat, plucked a pin he was keeping there and said, “Here, you have a bet.” Boxthorn won the race, and Joe went to his friend to collect. The bookie counted out $100. Joe reached for it, but the bookie slapped his hand. “I just wanted you to look at it,” he said. “I bet you $100 to a pin—and you gave me a needle.”

By Ruth Millett

The hostess who remarks reproachfully that you “haven't eaten a thing,” after you have struggled to make a dent in her lavish servings.

Independent Soul THE PERSON who puts you on the spot with a “what night can you do so-and-so” invitation. The indepndent soul who feels it necessary to fight over 3 check.

+ The caller who. keeps murmuring, “I really should be going,” and doesn't go. “The bore who catches you in a social dodge and confronts you with the evidence. The person who meets a ‘do come over and see us sometime” invitation with, “Not until you come to see us.”

to Meet Here

el ‘American Society of Civil. Engie neers, and C. E. Vogelgesang, presi-

gineers.

Finch,| C. E. Parks is prose. of the

SECOND SECTION

A New Times Sarial—

Return Engagement

‘CHAPTER I THE TRAIN, which had labored north from Boston under a clear spring sky, was three-quarters of an hour late in arriving at the little station of Goose Neck, on the Maine coast. At last its whistle cbuld be heard at Goose River bridge. The stationmaster came out of his.office. The postmaster wheeled his sacks of mail to the-head of the platform. A few loiterers turned

their attention toward the tracks. elderly man, hawk-nosed looked very much like an English butler in a play, advanced in the direction of the approaching train from the ‘bench where he had been waiting in the shade. This was Sir Charles Madden, come to meet his employer. Passing -the—statipnmester;- he paused; ‘bent his head and sald, as if an‘nouncing royalty, “She is come!” - He did not meap' the train, but rather the distinguished passenger he was awaiting.

tall,

and bowler-hatted, who

So short was the station plat-

form that although the engineer pulled his cab well beyond the front end, the chair cars in the rear were left standing forlornly out in the cinders.

» » SIR CHARLES knew better than to seek Madame van Eyck and her party in the inferior, if temporarily more luxurious, regions close behind the panting engine. He began picking his way down the cinder path under the interested eyes of the passengers whose business’ was taking them on beyond Goose Neck. As he neared the Pullman section, the people he had come tor meet— there were thrée of them—appeared

together on the platform..

They were the only chair-car passengers getting off at Goose

Neck. The first to reach the cinders, waving a greeting to Sir Charles,

was Victoria Jenkins, Madame's granddaughter, a girl in her early 20's, delicately boned and with hair the color-of pollen showing under a moss-green bonnet that matched She turned back to help the porter with the elderly lady following, whose skirts were drag-

her coat.

ging the soot off the car steps. » » » AFTER THE LADY came the third member of the party, Monsieur Marcel Perrault, a small man, also elderly, with a black mustache under his insignificant nose, and- a beret pulled on sidewise above a monkeyish face. He was an odd figure, lost in the folds of an ancient cape that had once been black; yet he might have been odder still without attracting much attention in the

After a lifetime of dazzling the world, Sophie van Eyck had come home. It was a strange chance of the European upheaval that had uprooted her from her pink villa in the perfumed air of southern France and landed her here on the cold New England coast. When the Nazis began fo make life unpleasant in Europe many people scurried away from’ the French Riviera, rushing off the sunny rocks in a fright to resettle themselves elsewhere. One of these refugees was Sophie van Eyck. War had made basking in the sun immoral —even for very old ladies—as well as impracticable,

» » » MADAME’'S RETURN from Europe reminded people of what most. of them had forgotten or had never known: Van Eyck was an American. In all her travels, throughout the great career that began obscurely enough in the Odeon when she was barely 20, Madame had never changed her citizenship. Even when she married Max Bernheim, the international banker, and retired to his pink “villa in the sun, she did not adopt his nationality. So she had been able to get to Lisbon with a reasonable degree .of comfort, and sailed for America without Max—who had died on the day @ermany marched into Poland —but with his fortune and her furnishings and Monsier Perrault, who was her portrait painter; and with Sir Charles Madden and Madame’s own enchanting granddaughter, Victoria Jenkins, Sir Charles now stepped haughtily over a rail, bowed to Madame, patted Victoria affectionately and lent a hand with the alarming amount of heterogenous baggage belonging to the three passengers.

the air of being close to the northern seas. “1 like it,” said Victoria. “Well, come along, Granny. We'll have to find someone to help with all this junk.”

‘“How is it, Sir Charles?” asked Victoria eagerly. It is really right on the ocean, just like the house at Antibes? Is everything settled?”

”

MONSIEUR PERRAULT, pulling his cape around him, shivered and said with a strong French accent he had not lost in half a century with Sophie, Never in my life was I so

of traveling cold! cold!”

company he kept. For the elderly lady, a head taller than he and built on the heroic scale, was more noticeable in every way.

“I'm afraid there isn’t anyone,” said Sir Charles doubtfully. “Marcel and I will have to make several trips.” The passing of the train had left the four of them marooned, unconnected with the platform and the handcart which the postmaster was wheeling back against the station wall. It was, for Madame van Eyck, an ignominious return to her birth-

“Do you like it?

» »

“Is so

FOUR ALONE— The passing of the train had left four of them marooned. ho was, for Madame van Eyck, an ignominious return to her birthplace, an entrance scarcely more notable than the manner in which she had left Goose Neck a lifetime ago.

along the cinders as if they were a red carpet. > ” ” ” SOPHIE SOUGHT the station agent, her obsolete sealskin cape sweeping the platform, her outmoded turban carried like a crown on her white hair. “Is there a porter here?” she demanded. “Nope.” ~ “Can someone help us with our baggage?” she spoke with authority, but softly. Then, letting the man have the effect of her diapason, she looked down on him and said in full voice, “I am Sophie van Eyck.” The stationmaster, a sharp-faced old man like a gray squirrel, cocked

place, an entrance scarcely more

It was, in fact, cold. Although! noticeable than the manner in

the sun moved high across an al-|which she had left Goose Neck a his eyeshade. most cloudless sky, there was a|lifetime ago. fresh, strong wind and a feeling in| Nevertheless, she began walking

his head to peer up at her under “That so?” he said. “Clarence Hathaway's cab is out there. He maybe can help with

Eyck.” Clarence, as he wis up, stared with an expression of awed curi~ osity very gratifying to Here, at any rate, was tion of fame, if not homage. Here—as in of the Old World—the Sophie van Eyck was a make the aged pause at. ning and the young at Nearly any actress might recognition in the cities of the world, but to be a household worc in farmhouses and villages one hac to have been the greatest actress of them "all. One had to have been van Eyck:

(Te Be Continued)

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World Tin King’s Rites Set Today

Son . Takes Control Of Patino Holdings

BUENOS AIRES, April 21 (U. P.). —Funeral services will be conducted

here today for Don Simon I. Pa-|

The Heart of America—

Friendship, Tenn., Came Out of Strife,

A Business Feud and Bitterness

Starfed 100 Years Ago, It Is Trading Center for Surrounding Area

By ELDON ROARK Seripps-Howard Staff Writer

FRIENDSHIP, Tenn. April 21.—This town ought to give hope to

tino, 87-year-old tin king who died ¢,, world. Friendship came out of strife and bitterness—out of a busi-

in his palatial hotel suite early ness feud and cutthroat’ competition. yesterday.

A heart seizure killed the a magnate,

has been estimat- | ed at between,

$500 million.

. plete that every) can on grocery shelves through- |

him, The control of the vast Patino enterprises will pass to his son, Don Antenor. Years ago, Don Simon duced his son into directorships of Patino-controlled companies to prepare him for his legacy. Possibly Patino himself did not know exactly how much money he had.”

Patino

Started on Hunch A hunch and a remarkable stroke of luck launched him into wealth, but it was financial astuteness that enabled him to become master of most of the world’s tin. At the turn of .the century, according .to the generally accepted story, Patino was a poor bill collector, working for a store in Cochabamba, Bolivia. His boss ordered him to make a long trip into the hills to collect a bill of 200 pesos. When Patino and his mule reached the debtor, they found him broke, But the debtor offered Patino a plece of land—under which he said there was tin—if Patino would®write off the debt. Patino, who had no authority to do so, nevertheless did. When he

.\returned to the store, his boss told

him he was an idiot instead of a bill collector, made him a present of the land and fired him. First One Worthless With his wife, Patino built a shack on the land, the barren top of a hill; and started to sink a mine shaft. The ore they dug at

them sufficient food. ° They slaved in rags on the hill, Senora Patino gave birth to two chlidren. One is Don Antenor, who married Princess Christian de Bourbon, daughter of the Duke and

King Alfonso XII of Spain. . The other was a daughter, who married Marquis del Morito, chamberlain ta King. Altorse, iE

Patino’s control friends. of the tin indus- |

intro-~|the time.

first was not rich enough to buy!

Duchess Durcal, cousins of the late|

The town has a population of about 600, and is a trading center

ged | for the surrounding area. whose personal fortune o grist mill and store down in the valley and another was in business

| on the hill.

The feeling between them $300 million and’ competitors was so bitter and, perit Finally, (will decided it was getting out of try was so com- hand. So they got the feudists to-

sonal that

gether.

“Come on, now,” Let's shake hands and | out the world|work together and be friends. Let's meant a profit for make this a place of friendship.”

be sensible.

AND IT has been friendship ever

since.

No one recorded the details at But that is the story by Leslie Sims, editor of the local S. H. Bedwell, real estate man, and M. B. Rice,/say there are some 70-year-old

paper;

It started about 100 years ago. One man had

as, 78, who has lived here 56 years and a fornmier mayor. And they agree that the town is well named. Don’t get the idea, though that everybody here is so friendly he will stand for anything. Bandits who tried to stick up the bank a few years ago learned different. When they picked up one of them he was perforated with bullets. They took the other two alive, » » » » o FRIENDSHIP has a big annual event which is called the Horse Show. There are prizes for the best team of mules, best jack, best bull, best milk cow, and sack and foot races (between men). They

influenced their people of good

they said. “Let's

. big, jovial

Carnival—By Dick Turner

. 1947 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. 7. M. WEG. U.

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some dust in the 50-yard dash. This is Crockett county, named for a famous Tennessean, Davy Crockett. About 30 miles down the highway is the county seat, Alamo. That's where Editor Sims, a tall, thin, intellectual-looking man, lives. He runs: three weekly papers— Crockett County Sentinel at Bells; Crockett Times at Alamo, and the Tri-County News at Friendship. They are all printed at his plant in Alamo. » ” » MR. SIMS reports conditions in this section are fine. He's making money, but he isn’t living any better than he did during the depression. Nearly everybody paid his subscription in produce back in those days, and Mr. Sims’ cellar became fabulously stocked. As he looks back, he is amazed at how well he did with so little cash. On coming to Friendship I passed through Maury City and had a chat with a man who sometimes gets disgusted with human nature—W. V. Scarborough. He runs a little grocery and service station, and he also sells new and used auto parts. He is the man who keeps the jalopies running over a large portion of West Tennessee. Mr. Scarborough even rejuvenates model T's. » » »

IT ALSO works in reverse. When a farmer's old car finally goes into a complete collapsé, he can always salvage a few parts and sell ‘them to Mr. Scarborough. There is some sense to the usedparts business, but when it comes to new parts and accessories it's a different story. Not long ago Mr. Scarborough bought a big lot of fan belts at a bargain price. He, could retail them at 60 cents and make money. “But when a feller would drive in for a belt and I'd tell him I had his size and it was 60 cents, he] wouldn't want it,” Mr, Scarborough [A said. “He'd say: ‘Well, it must not be a good one. The last one 1 bought cost me $1.40." I had to go up on my price in order to sell th belts. Same way with lots of o items, - I make a lot of profit, Wish I didn’t have to.”

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County 4-H ior Club to Meet Here

Program fo Include | Panel Discussion

Marion County . 4-H Junio: Leadership club will meet in the Purdue-Marott Agricultural centp at 7:30 p. m. tomorrow. Howat Mills Jr. of Decatur township, cil | president, will be in charge. 7 The program will include a pane’ discussion by Pike township mem bers and stunts by various townshi groups. Ruth Gardner, Lawn township, is program chairman. sisting her will be: : 4 Beth Minnich, Decatur township® Mary Margaret - Rodibaugh, 2 township; Margaret Reilly, I i township; Joan Gluesenkamp, Pert” | township; Julia Ann MeConnel ; Lawrence township; Jacquelfs> Hanneman, Wayne township,

Patricia Cunningham, } township. o> Refreshments committee member

are Bob Rodibaugh and Waw Wade, Pike township, and Doroth Murphy and Beth Mn Decatu township,

Air Safely ] Conferences Set

Indiana aeronautics commissio i today announced meeting dates’ < several safety conferences through out the state terminating with on: here on May 13. ’ Purpose of the conferences, whic; vi Yeyasi lier this month, is to ev list co-operation of the aviation w

dustry, public agencies, and fliers] an effort to reduce aircraft E

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