Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 July 1947 — Page 21
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JUST CALL ME “DR. KILDARE" from now on, but don’t ask for medical advice. Not even a bandald. Beginning with Dr. Donald J. Caseley, medical director of Riley hospital, I took a super-duper consolidated medical course, “Anything special you'd like to start with?” Dr. Caseley asked. It surprised me that I had a choice of subjects, but since Dr. Caseley was sure there weren't any diplomas involved and I would be unger constant supervision I could pick my work. - y “Surgery. I always thought a man could really do some good if he were a surgeon.” Dr. Caseley nodded his approval. We went upstairs and dressed for the operation. I felt quite medical in an interne's blue outfit, skull cap and mask. A couple of nurses passed us in the hallway and I wondered why I never studied medicine. Oh well. After a couple of minutes in surgery inhaling ether
hunched over the patient. The operating surgeon, his three assistants and two scrub nurses were intent with their work. The room became unbearably quiet and stuffy all of a sudden. Standing way back near the door, Dr. Caseley explained a bone graft was being performed. One of the nurses walked in front of me with a tray of in struments and said: “Excuse me, doctor.”
Sees His First Incision IT BOUNDED so good that I began wondering how much it would cost to go to medical school. Dr. Caseley motioned for me to step around to where we could see what was going on, I followed him and looked at my first incision.
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Portraits
WASHINGTON, July 24. — George Washington, Abraham Lincoln and Benjamin Franklin gazed down from handsome pastel portraits upon the walls of the house committee upon un-American activities. Their expressions somehow looked puzzled. What was going on here, anyhow? All T know is that the co-chairmen of a C. I. O. jocal union at a Winston-Salem, N. C., cigaret factory appeared with their lawyer and swore to tell the truth and nothing but. Question No. 1: Were they Communists? They both refused to answer on the grounds that they might incriminate themselves, Chairman J. Parnell Thomas of New Jersey said that was good enough for him. h
Are You a Communist?
AND THEN came a tall, good-looking young fellow, well-dressed, suave and obviously conscious of
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ward McCrea, international organizer of the C. I. O,, who helped lead a strike against the R. J. Reynolds Co. in Winston-Salem last May. Was he a Communist? “Before I answer that question,” he said, “and since my record seems to be of interest, I'd like to say that I hold the distinguished flying cross, the air medal, and the purple heart as a result of duty in the Pacific.” “But are you a Communist?” insisted the committee counsel. Mr. McCrea ‘ scrunched around whisper with his lawyer, one Joseph Forer.
in his chair to Then he
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“I refuse to answer that question on the grounds it might inffiminate me.” Lincoln's eyebrows seemed to lift in surprise.’ PFranklin's- lips pursed tighter than before Washing
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Hollywood Mixup
HOLLYWOOD, July 23.—Hollywood is all mixed up this week. Maybe it's the July heat or an aftermath of those flying saucers or just plain mid-sum-mer daffiness. Marie Wilson, wearing practically nothing, -was playing the role of a burlesque queen. That's not unusual for Marie, but she was throwing her curves and other things around on the hallowed stage of the Los Angeles Ebell Ladies’ club theater, the Carnegie Hall of the West. = A former mail-order package wrapper named Coleen Gray was playing love scenes with Tyrone Power. Bill Bendix, from Brooklyn, was playing the role of an Italian bartender in “The Time of Your Life,” written by an Armenian, William Saroyan, produced by an Irishman, Bill Cagney, and being photographed by a Chinese cameraman, James Wong Howe.
Francis X. Bushman, the Clark Gable of tne silent
screen, was writing his life story under the title, “Grandma's Pin-Up Boy.” And Barton MacLane's maid, after seeing ‘“Dishonored Lady,” came home and told Bart: “You know-I just can't understand it. Hedy Lamarr and John Loder got along so beautifully in the
picture.” A Change of Pace
THE EBELL CLUB ladies lifted their eyebrows when Producer Matty Kemp said he wanted to rent their theater and convert it into a burlesque house for & couple of days for the movie, “Linda, Be Good.” “A thousand dollars a day,” said Matty.
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By Ed Sovola = The course in surgery was over. Dr. Caseley is very! understanding. . In the hall we met Dr. Gene Austin, resident pediatrician, Dr. Caseley was being paged and went to find a phone, Dr. Austin began a course in pediatrics. I still felt as if I were in the wrong branch of, medicine. Premature babies in incubators and air) conditioned rooms seemed awful complicated. Dr.| Austin confirmed my diagnosis. ! | “Don’t you have anything a little bigger?” I asked.} We joined a group of 12 internes, another resident
and the attending staff man, Dr. Wayne Walcher, who was conducting ward rounds. An intern would present the case and findings and Dr. Walcher would discuss it. Since the conversation was a bit over my head I confined my activity to watching a polio victim spin his yo-yo. He was good at it, too.
—the yo-yo expert, a little girl sat in|
bed and watched us. She didn’t smile, cry or make a move of afiy kind. But her brown eyes seemed to be pleading as she looked at my blue interne’s suit. Have you ever had the feeling of utter uselessness? Well, I had it then. 1 turned my attention to a doctor who was setting up some paraphernalia near a bed where lay a small baby,
Learns How Little He Knows
DR. AUSTIN explained that the baby was going to take dextrose intravenously. “That's Dr. T. W. Millroy,” said Dr. Austin. “The patient is dehydrated and the dextrose will help combat that condition.” “Learning anything?” asked Dr. Caseley as he reappeared on the scene. I'had to admit that I was learning how little I knew, In the physiotherapy room, Dr. Caseley pointed out a polio victim who takes dally walking instruction, “He's a brave little fellow,” Dr, Caseley said as the boy slowly climbed specially-built stairs. After each successful step the boy would pause just long enough to smile at his nurse. { Moving along to the therapeutic pool we found a technician giving walking instructions to a more | paralyzed victim of polio. “The bouyancy of the water gives a patient more} confidence,” explained Dr. Cgseley. “And it's a real | workout for the technician. The water is about 86 degrees and it leaves the worker quite enervated.”) “What?” “Bushed. Tired.” “Oh.” Dr. Caseley was willing to squeeze into the session everything there was at the hospital. But after the therapy rooms where children were fighting for a chance to run and play again, I got chickenhearted. Now if I could really wear the interne’s blue it would. be different. About the only thing I can do to help kids is drive -safely,-. X polio victim "on crutches «isa -bgarthreakingmsight, hut a victim of careless driving is worse. ol
By Frederick C. Othman
ton continued to glare. Mr. McCrea, flushing pinkly, ignored the portraits. He said he had a statement. Rep. Thomas told him to go ahead. So he read a mimeographed document charging the committee with trying to do what the “tobacco trust” couldn't, with attempting to break the union. “But the committee will not succeed,” he said. All right. And aga/n the committee counsel asked if he was a Communist. “I refuse to answer on the same grounds and also because I do not believe that is any business of this committee,” Mr. McCrea replied. Two policemen stood in the room with their hands on their gins, because a previous witness said his life had been threatened. The American flag draped gracefully gon its pole at Chairman Thomas’ right. And Rep. Herbert -C. Bonner, a North Carolinian himself, tried to pry some answers from the war hero turned union chief.
nation, but I do regret that you won't answer this! question,” Rep, Benner said.
Commiitiee Shushes Him—
“I AM JUST as proud of my service to these people in North Carolina,” Mr, McCrea retorted. “Yes, but how can the. Communist party serve these people—'*<began the congressman, Mr, McCrea whispered at length with his lawyer, a one-time attorney for the war production board, the office of price administration and the .reasury department. “I refuse to answer,” want to say—" The committee shushed him. ’ That ended the; proceedings and I swear I saw the expressions of}
he said finally, “but I do
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By Erskine Johnson
“You won't mention the Ebell club in the picture?” asked the ladies. “Absolutely not,” said Matty. “Okay,” said the ladies. So there was Marie, in long black silk stockings and black velvet in strategic places, singing “My Mama Said I Mustn't” to the bald-headed row. Behind the bald-headed row, out of camera range, four Ebell club ladies sat watching the show. | “When they heard I was playing a burlesque queen | the censors sent the studio a lot of letters about me.! They wanted to be sure I didn't wear the kind of clothes I wear in ‘The Blackouts',” said Marie.
Stardom for Coléen
THE FORMER package-wrapper, Coleen Gray, is
Tyrone Power's leading lady in his new movie, “Nightmare Alley.” Darryl Zanuck predicts she'll be a star after the release of this and two other films, “Red | River” and “Kiss of Death.” Coleen is a blue-eyed blond who is intensely serious about the dra-mah and who worships Ingrid Bergman. She's a Hutchinson, Minn. girl (real name! Doris Jensen) who got the acting bug in college dramatics at the University of St. Paul, where she| earned lunch money working as a waitress and wrapping packages in a mail-order house, | She was discovered by Talent Scout Ivan Kahn
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Rodney Amateau. They have a year-old daughter.
Coleen isn't the typical Hollywood glamour doll—| she dislikes night clubs, likes to visit art galleries and
takes her acting seriously. |
By Ruth Millett
MAYBE you haven't noticed—but the languid look is back in style. * During the war years, the women who once went in for that “beautiful-but-bored” manner became erisp and business-like, ; Because they were suddenly faced with doing their own or because they were up to their necks in volunteer jobs, or a combination of both, they didn’t have time to cultivate a languid look.
Life Was Full
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, But once again many women have too much time on their hands. . It's beginning to show. They are spending time dressing up for parties that often aren't worth the effort. But the parties are time-killers, and so is the sudden new emphasis on fashion. ;
Now in Beauly. Salons $0 THE WOMEN. without enough to do are spend-
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me— | {ry—and this has been a different Hot Springs ever since. and valet service The rates rangejand Mrs. Lyons bought a small|| Lopgpy) "ARDENT; CONFIDENT ity was best know: a place for the tment fTom $5 a day for one room and group of vacation cottages on Lake Prior to that the city t known as a place he treatment. "0 double) 0 $7150 & suite, The|Hamilton and are operating them. OPTIMISTIC; HOPEFULLY CHEERFUL
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DOWN ON FLAT ROCK RIVER — Among 100 campers at Y.M.C. A. Flat Rock River camp near St. Paul, Ind., are these from Indianapolis. The bowmen are (left to right) David Shannon, Harold Brown and Donald Carey,
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RETREAT —A part of the day's program is the flag-lowering ceremony, carried out with military precision at 5:20 p. m. Guide by camp leaders the boys develop good sportsmanship and personal bygene at the health camp, Days begin at 6:30 a. m. and end at . 4 L Pp: ms - - . etna gr
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* PADDLER — Learning to swim is a big camping event for many of the boys. Freddie Ripple, 3179 Graceland ave. paddles away manfully as he receives instructions from Jack Brebaugh, Huntington, Ind, Sports program makes up a sizable portoin of day's activities,
REST PERIOD — During a noon rest period Charles Lunt (lower right), a cabin counselor, demonstrates a magic trick. In lower bunk are Stanley Milton (left) and, Donald Fisher, On top bunk are Jerry Esther and Billy Lincoln Jr,
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Photos by Lloyd B, Walton, Times Staff Photographer. NO, | SPOT—The "ole swimmin' hole" is the favorite of all - the spots at the camp. Swimming classes are scheduled twice daily, Other periods are given over to fishing and boating. Evenings are’ devoted to campfire stunts, songs, stories and entertainment. Camp Sevotionals are held in the évening just before the boys retire to their cabins.
DEADEYE — Rifle target practice is another item on the camp's program to delight city boys,’ Eugene Esselborn, 522 W. 29th st., draws a bead on a target. Onlookers are (left to right) James Schmitt, 137 E. Palmer st.; Stanley Milton, R. R. 12, Box 803; Ronald Salsbury, 629 N. Gray st., and Instructor Chet McDonell, 2542 N. New Jersey st.
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72-Year-Old Dean of Bathhouse Operators Credits WORD-A-DAY
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By ELDON ROARK, Scripps-Howard Staff Writer HOT SPRINGS, Ark, July 24.—-Jack Manier, 72-year-old dean of bathhouse operators here, says the turning point in this town's history | came with the annual convention of the Federation of Women’s clubs here 25 or 30 years ago. The women poured in from all over the coun-
America’s finest. who has been attracted to this Every room is air-conditioned with city. ! thermostat control, exquisitely. fur-| About a year ago he decided he nished, telephone, bell hop, maid was fed up with practicing law. He
| Hotel Court. People here say it ho is another type of investor
of venereal diseases. The ratio of 0 Cr reat of (his visitors was about five fen to one, ro power ie oqh of thus woman. Bathhouse operators and i..ung power, “It goes on in to the other businessmen just couldn't sell, ion of your bones, and yet f the idea that it was a resort for|go cw piister” ' everybody with ailments that had Hot Springs is attracting business nothing to do with venereal disease.|, 4 professional men as well as Wop oibingnt Jaw the Bi ried heaith-seekers and vacationists. vot tne e A few years ago a dark-haired, his mortgages around his neck and |“aier's edge, home and talked—and that, says smiling young men named Vance|jumping into the lake. her had trouble communicating on Jer. ua b. almost as many Bivan gt liege fom Rligore, Tex, : . sn on I I ho Wotmen tatog the, Daths, 48 TELL toe on bo Some Toney Sricking THEN THE government took Sver at the office high on the bluff. They And you rarely hear about venereal : some of the big \ nearly wore themselves out climbing EE ea avout a, invest it in something more per-| , .. transients to the Jack Tar : : "5 , ‘MR. MANIER has seen people
suites have two large bedrooms with| “This is something I've been double or twin beds, dressing rooms, Wanting to do for 30 years,” Pat bath, ‘large. sitting room with bar|5&ys. | =
and kitcheneite. People who' want un. to give parties rent them. AND MRS. LYONS always Just about the time Mr. Bryan wanted to live on a lake, Now she
finished his plan in 1942 gas ra- (i$ happy. Their cottage is at the tioning started. He felt like tying |f00% Of the Steep bluff, right at the