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EVERY BO OFTEN an idea backfires and the result is still pretty good. Ho—hum. Not bad at all. wish I had sound effects for the ho—hum.) My original idea was to find the answers to several questions which have been bothering me. How can so many people find the time to sit around University park? What do they talk about when they're in groups of three and four? From whente do they come? On many a warm day this downtown oasis tempted me to step in and relax. But doggone it, a busy guy like ‘me can’t unlace his shoes, loosen his tie and crawl under a shady tree everytime. that ol' lazy feeling creeps across his Bones, The first three-man relaxing team I approached, cautioned me to slow down before I had a stroke. Besides that, they said, I made them nervous bustling around.

Sit Down, Ease the Load

“SIT DOWN and take the load off your feet,” one of the men said. “Now tell us again, slower, what you want." The park bench felt pretty good. The shade and the breeze felt even better. The sound of the bubbling fountain in the center of the park was music to my ears. The three men said they were retired. Their working days were over. Why did they come to the park? To get away from hot apartments. Before I busted in, the men “were discussing the pigeon situation. Hundreds of pigeons were fighting over the corn a woman was pouring out of a sack. The local Bernard Baruchs (they didn’t want to be identified) discussed the best method for liquidating the pigeons, the price of corn and how nice it would be if the park had a shuffleboard. (Park board, please note.)

Bl . DOWNTOWN OASIS — Philosophers and others with time on their hands find a resting spot here.

‘Flying Pamphlet’

HOLLYWOOD, Aug. 4—Even if a girl can act she has to stand on her head and yodel at Hollywood and Vine before Movietown notices her.

Caren West- knew that. She also knew how to get a plane in the air, so she bombed the movie studios with leaflets begging for a contract. “I'm still waiting for one,” Caren confessed today. She risked her life, the police were on her trail, her family was hoppin’ mad, her flying instructor dang near had kittens and her friends gave her the haw-haw. Miss W. allowed as how the idea wasn't so sharp after all. Certainly, she hauled in small parts in three good, movies. Sure, she got her picture in the papers. But the literature Miss W. recklessly sprinkled over the studios specifically. said, “objeglive—contract. » “And I haven't had an offer yet,” she sighed. “After all, a contract was why I did that crazy stunt.” ‘Mission over Movieland began when Caren got tired of bit -parfs. Her biggest role until that fatal

May 14, when she flew over the film factories was

the lead in one of those movies the army shows recruits. Hers was called “Pick-Up Girl.” “I knew I had to do something to attract atterntion,” she explained. “Other girls had before.” Like the glamour girl who did a strip-tease in front of Universal studio. Or the bathing-suited Eleanor Counts who picketed Paramount with the sign, “My legs are nice, but I can act, too.” Or Evelyn West, who insured her bosom with Lloyds of London.

‘Learned to Fly Real Quickly’

CAREN, THE cutest trick this side of Lana Turner, was smitten with inspiration while flying over Hollywood with an instructor. She’d won flying lessons when she was picked “Miss Sky Lady. of 1947” at a veterans’ benefit carnival. “I looked down at the city and thought how easy it would be to drop some leaflets describing myself to the studios,” she said. “So I learned how

Hollywood Bull Fight

(While Erskine Johnson is on vacation, outstanding Hollywood personalities are pinch-hitting for him.)

HOLLYWOOD, Aug. 4—In our .chilhood, we dream of our adult life—of what we want to be. It's common among children to want to grow up to be firemen, milkmen or airplane pilots, and some even harbor a desire to be President. At sPBout the time in life when children have such dreams, I was dreaming about being a “lady bull fighter.” While basking on the beautiful beach near my native home in Santo Domingo, I could see myself making my debut in Madrid. This was my happiest dream. -- Maria Africa Gracia Vidal de Santos Silas, lying on the beach, would dream of Maria Montez taking a red and gold cape and facing the charging bull Pass after pass, cheer after cheer from the endless sea of faces in the arena until finally, dazed and confused, the bull stood helpless before the victor. Montez would then tur her back on- the beast and stride triumphantly from the arena amid deafening applause, v

El Hollywood Toro

WELL, I never got Montez any closer to the bull ring than Hollywood, but now that I think of it, that’s pretty close. Hollywood's pretty similar to a bull fight and, for the apprentice toreador, the fight begins along a broad Avenue known as the Sunset Strip. In upholstered arenas the “bull” is fought, thrown and massacred nightly by an endless procession of ‘young hopefuls. The “bull” appears in

By Ed Sovola

I hated to leave the park bench, but there was work to be done. A Ywoname on ancihes bench West going ‘round and 'round, taking the high Prices and rents for a ride. A bit of insurance talk also fi its way into the conversation. E. R. Dilley, chef's steward at the Hotel Washington, said he comes to the park often. His hours are always split up. Mr. Dilley’s talking partner stated flatly that he didn’t want his name in the paper. “My boss will see it and ask me why I wasn't working." It was O. K. with me. What's the use of getting| a man into trouble with his boss just because he's playing a little hookey. Sure was fine in the park. It was doubly nice use my conscience was clear. Why hadn't I thought of this before? On a bench facing N. Meridian st., directly across from the Indianapolis Athletic club, three men occupied a bench. There wasn't room for me so I sat on the grass.

This One Is Retired HOMER WHITSETT, 237 8S. Parker st., said the topic of the day was about magicians, Mr. Whitsett is retired. “I come here about every afternoon when it's good weather,” Mr. Whitsett said. “So does Mike here.” Mike Robbins, 430 N. Meridian st., is the night chef at the Saratoga bar. In the afternoons he comes to the park for fresh air and relaxation. “Fresh air and hot air,” laughed Mr. Whitsett. I asked the third man if he had the day off. He said he had every day off. And it didn't seem to bother him in the least. A true philosopher. I felt as if I were in one of Socrates’ open-air classes. The subject matter was a bit different, but on a hot afternoon, who cares? The next discussion group I joined was having a roundtable on icebergs. An appropriate topic. The two men preferred to remain incognito. I did find out that the older man, 85, at one time had sailed the seven seas in sailing vessels. None of this modern stuff. He was on the real stuff. Frigates and schooners. The old sailor explained how the Titanic went down and told of his narrow escapes on the high seas in the days when “sailors were sailors.” ¢ By this time I definitely wasn't in a hurry. In fact, I felt sorry for the people who scooted along New York st. There didn’t seem to be any point to all that hustle and bustle. I shuffled slowly to where a young couple sat. They were watching the fountain dreamily. Ever just sit and watch the fountain in University park? It's wonderful. Frank Winecoff, a local baker, breezily explained that “LaVerne and I come here after work to relax quite often. It’s the only park they have downtown, you know.” LaVerne Greer also is employed at the bakery. The three of us sat in the shade and stared into space. A man pushed an ice cream cart through the park. Probably would have tasted pretty good if a guy had energy to walk over, or yell to the man. But, as I was saying, ho—hum, who wants to be bothered. I did move to a shady spot on the grass under a tree. The last thing I thought of was: I hope no one stéps on me.

By Aline Mosby

to fly real quickly. I figured I'd be ready after three solo flights.” The man at the printing shop thought she was daffy. She had him print 7000 leaflets. At the top was a sketch of her plane (stolen from the airport stationery) and in the cockpit she had pasted a picture of herself. Below was printed, “Miss Sky Lady. Target—RKO (or Paramount or MGM, objective—contract, mission accomplished—?"

Sneaks Leaflets Aboard Plane MISS WEST sneaked the leaflets. into her instructor’s plane and was off. - “I had a horrible time finding the studios,” she confided. “I circled around Paramount 14 times trying to get my bearings.” After the 14th circle, the cast of “Whispering Smith” gave up and went outside to see what was going on. Miss West's: first salvo of. leaflets landed in a cemetery next door. The next batch hit Paramount on the nose. She visited other studios and then scurried home. She was met by an extremely miffed instructor. “He was real mad. He said the CAA, the sheriff and the police had phoned about a low-flying plane,” she grinned. “He almost died when I confessed I was in the plane.” y! “My folks were furious, too. My friends thought I was crazy. I guess I was. I don't see how I had the nerve to do it now.” Raven-haired Caren was a trifle “put out until she heard from three readers of her publication. Producer Robert Riskin put her in “Magic Town”; Orson Welles made her a lady-in-waiting in “Macbeth” and producer Joe Pasternak gave her the part of Jane Powell's girl friend in MGM's “Luxury Liner.” “Everybody calls me the Flying Pamphlet now,” she said. “I'll never live that down. It worked out all right, I guess, but I sure wish I'd get that contract!”

By Maria Montez

countless forms, always neatly poised in his corral awaiting his victim, The new toreador must be cautious; yet not appear so. The entrance must be wéll-planned and studied. The costume colorful ”“and eye-catching. If it's a multiple fight, which it usually is, the apprentice must have his--“bulls” well spotted. If they are hazy or preoccupied, a second or third “entrance” is sometimes necessary. The young toreador can always tell when his appearance is well-timed by the snorts and bellowing from the respective bull pens, as he passes. It is much like my dream. A sea of faces, ready to accept or reject, depending on your performance,

The next move is to single out your “bull” and the];

charge is on.

The Main Event SO WITH your red and gold cape you evade charge after charge until the “bull” is winded and groggy.

SECOND SECT ION

The Indianapolis Times

MONDAY, AUGUST 4, 1947

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=Scene of Lincoln’s Early Life Vacation Setting

Provides Fine

rial in Spencer county.

memorial are Indiana's tribute to

Plan Underground Aircraft Plant

U. S. 40. Test Safety From A-Bomb Attack

WASHINGTON, Aug. 4 (U. P.). —Secretary of War Kenneth C. Royall disclosed today that army engineers are planning an underground aircraft factory to see whether it is safe from atomic, and other modern types of bombs. He made this revelation in a 46page report of his activities as undersecretary of war before he succeeded Robert P. Patterson to the top post. In it he also disclosed that

war contracts have been returned out of 400 cases reported to the justice department. “The army air forces have been studying problems related to manu-

nents in underground installations,” | the report said. “As a result of these studies, it

chief of engineers to construct a

purpose.

also include the building of an un-|

nitions board on a study connected

its own ground sites, he added. Mr. Royall said investigations of 1,188,028 g¢ontracts made during world war II had resulted in the indictment of 388 persons and 31 corporations, a large number of prison sentences and fines totaling $380.412,

is planned to obtain funds during g| the fiscal year 1948 and direct the | simple

Carnival —By | Dick Turner

SUMMERTIME HAVEN — Inviting spot is the lake at Lincoln State park in Spencer county, one of many historical spots in Indiana

State Park, Memorial fo His. Mother In Spencer County Offer Recreation

HOOSIER VACATIONERS seeking recreation, along with a tinge of the. historical, will find an ideal combination of the two features at Lincoln state park and the adjoining Nancy Hanks Lincoln state Memo-

Comprising more than 1500 acres near Lincoln City, the park and

Abraham Lincoln, who spent his formative years in the vicinity. They are on Ind. 162 just off Ind. 45 near Lincoln City. Distance is 157 miles from Indianapolis.

Miles of winding trails and drives

lead to attractive points within the park and an 80-acre lake provides facilities for fishing, swimming and boating. Residents report fishing Ms been very good this year and the placid beauty of the lake lures boaters and swimmers as well as anglers.

~ . ” A BATHING beach and facilities for swimmers is provided. Attractive shelter houses, comfort stations and drinking fountains enhance the scenic picnic areas which dot the park premises. Overnight camping is permitted, but there are no cabills for rent to the public.

For 14 years Thomas ~ Lincoln

71 indictments for alleged fraud in|operated his farm within the present

park site and his son who was to become President grew to manhood

{in the rolling, wooded hills of the

county.

Within the memorial area, dedifacturing critical - aircraft compo-| cated to Nancy Hanks Lincoln, is

| located the grave of Lincoln's mother and a marker designating the site of the Lincoln cabin,

~ » » THE GRAVE is surrounded by a fron fence and in the enclosure are other stones marking

pilot plant underground for this the final resting places. of other “+ |early residents of the community. Mr. Royall said that plans for | underground defense experiments grave to a more formal mmrker at

A winding path leads from the

| the site of the Lincoln cabin. Bronze

derground chemical processing plant replicas of the foundation logs and and a fire control instrument plant. [the fireplace make it easy for the He said the army was co-operat- visitor to visualize the pioneer home ing closely with the army-navy mu-|in which the family lived.

Stone pillars beside the highway

with moving industry underground {mark the entrance to the area and The army is spending $150,000 on|a towering flagpole rises from a investigation of under-|

landscaped section around which the roadway divides. AWARDED SCHOLARSHIP Peter D. Lederer, son of Leo Lederer, 3511 N. Denny st, has been awarded a $500 scholarship to the University of Chicago. The Shortridge graduate will register Sept. 22 22. orf"

Then you strike. The gates are open, and the town

is yours. The oracles see a new star on the horizon. || But the fight has only!

That's what you think! begun. Behind the pearly gates it's like being in a corral at round-up time. You're tramped on, stampeded, lost’ in the shuffle. If you're lucky, you get to a barricade for a breather and look at the people. If they cheer, you have fewer bulls to fight. If they don’t—oh brother. But In my dream on the beach, the fans cheered and we fought on.

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We, The Women

“DON'T UNDERRATE women’s skill in angling,” cautions Paul Fairleigh, who writes the Gun and Reel column for the Memphis Press-Scimitar. Mr. Pairleigh goes on to his male readers

why shir women t

angling—

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By Ruth Millett

For thousands of years women have been sizing men up,” and offering the lure best calculated to interest and intrigue a particular man,

Proper Bait Selection THE HOME-LOVING type is lured by.Home-cooked

“meals and the subtle suggestion that here at last is

an old-fashioned girl who wants nothing better in life than the chance to make a good home for a man. The girl who is making a play for the out-of-doors ‘man can, overnight, develop an interest in any sport. + And so on. There's one other reason why fishing should appeal to women. They get a kick out of landing not only

they throw back, *"They ni just watchin’ us work, doe—tase Ae to see if

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are no cabins for rent, but

excellent gti and Jwimping

week- hd visitors. Fishing is

camping is permitted.

RESTFUL SPOT — Above is one of restful log cabins on the park lake. There

Roark’s Travels—

AMARILLO, Tex, the Texas Panhandle Back in the Farmers and their families, gaspin stock choke, The battle for existence wiped out, But most of them hung | on. Today they are smiling. You] won't find a happier people anys where. They are in the money, brought by the biggest wheat crop in history—about 100 miliion bushels at close to $2 a bushel. Even the little farmers have hit the jackpot for $15,000 or $20,000.

LJ » ” | BUT DESPITE the fact that the people are in the mood for celebrat- | ing, there probably never will be an{other Mother-in-law day here in Amarillo where it was originated and developed into one of the big-| gest parties in the southwest. Gene Howe's gag has run course. Mr. Howe, publisher of the Amarillo Globe, writes a column titled The Tactless Texan, and is known as Mr, Tack or Old Tack. ‘He was

its.

associates, Lewis Nordyke, told me about the stunt. , Back in 1932 Mr. Howe printed a lot of mother-in-law jokes, and one day he.announced in his column that the jokes had got him in. bad with his .own mothet-in- law, He

out of town, 50 one of his newspaper | -

Texas Publisher Hunts New Gag

Success in Promoting Mother-in-Law Day

Initial Venture Ended in 1938;

Became One of Southwest's Biggest Parties

By ELDON ROARK, Scripps-Howard. Staff Writer Aug. 4—Time has brought happy changes to

‘30's, fierce, dark dust storms swept across the plains,

g for breath, peeking through wet

towels, watched their crops and their land blow away and their live-

was a grim one. ‘Their r savings were

He arranged for outstanding moth-{erstin-law to be brought in from all over the southwest. He invited the governors of nearby states, other dignitaries and celebrities, and organized a monster parade.

- . » THEN HE INVITED Eleanor Roosevelt. She ignored the invita-

tion, but that didn't stop Gene Howe, He got in touch with the|| agency that books Mrs. Roosevelt for lectures, and had her’ booked! for Amarillo. Apparently it was Just | a routine engagement. But after!

the contract was signed, he an-|

nounced the date for Mother-in-Law Day-—-the day Mrs. Roosevelt was to be in town. When she learned how she had been tricked into the event, she was indignant, said Mr. Nordyke. ; “She didn’t want to have any part

in the celebration after she got “But her son||

here,” he added. Elliott helped pacify her. Finally she agreed to be driven to the re« viewing stand and to sit in it two minutes, Five governors were on the Diet farm when she arrived. Mr. Laher Suh

After

ONE FLOAT WAS a battleship because mothers-in-law are some times called battlships. It was so big that the little boy who had the pop concession on it made $11 sell ing drinks to the people riding it, It was a hot time in Amarillo. After that grand climax, Mr, Howe decided to quit. They could never top it. But the town is ready for another fling—and they're predicting that Gene Howe will think up something else. “It'll be just ag cockeyed-—or more 80,” they tell you.

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