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“STARS UNDER THE STARS” and a date with a “Ah, sweet mystery of life at last I found

For some strange reason my knees began to shake as Edith star of *Naughty-Marietta,” went into the last few notes of her final love song. The curtains would close soon and we'd be together. | But being a stage-door Johnny presents some problems I found out. For instance, 'I planned to look neat as a pin. But the heat and ‘the humidity soon ‘fixed that. A wilted lettuce salad had more, crispness than my shirt and suit. What would Miss Fellows think? ' Then there was a little matter of where to go after the show? Would a cab be available at the right time? What if Miss Fellows had a splitting headache? What if she decided I was a jerk after a few minutes? That's just a few of the things you think of while you're waiting for the leading lady. The big moment came. The stage darkened and the house lights went on. I pushed my way into the wings of the sét. Maybe I'd get a chance to escort Miss Fellows to hex dressing room. Just as I started on stage the entire cast of “Naughty Marietta” began to come off, Everyone had one thing in mind and that was to shed the wigs and costumes. In the dark, it felt as if the Army football”team hit me. No one paid any attention my “Excuse me's,” Where was Naughty Marietta? Was she crushed in the stagapede? ; \

NAUGHTY MARIETTA SAYS GOODNIGHT —Stage-door Johnny hangs around and daesn't know when to go home after a date with Edith

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- Miss Fellows was hungry, a bit tired and wanted

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3 Meals for 2 Cents

My should have known better anyways She had been through this before. Miss Fellows calmly walked the stage after everyone else was gone.

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Sick-Cow Look MISS FELLOWS sald she did and would I wait while she changed into Street clothes. It would take 20 minfites. Wait? Why not, there were still a couple of fingernails left to chew on. Kenny Lemons, makeup artist for the cast, tame up and asked if I were ill. He took in my tale of woe and volunteered to drive us anywhere we wanted to go. That was a break. “I'll meet you out im front,” Mr. Lemons said. “Now get that sick-cow look off your face.” After what seemed like hours, Miss Fellows skipped merrily up the stage stairs and said she was ready except she'd have to go to the fieldhouse and take off her makeup, would I mind? No, dear lady, no. The fieldhouse resembled a madhouse. Everyone was still rushing’ to get out. Miss Fellows disappeared. Ruth Whitridge and Jack Hatfield of the Civic theater kept me company and tried to cheer me up. At that point I. was a nervous wreck. My idea of having a date with a star didn't exactly jibe with what was happening. Maybe once Wwe got started things would be different.

Johnny Goes Marching Home

FAITHFUL Mr. Lemons was waiting for us when | we walked out the entrance to the bowl. Where to?

something cool to drink. Did we know of any place where it was quiet? Ky first suggestion was accepted. Mr, Lemons pointed his car towards the Press olub on the Circle. Another problem out of the way. Things began to look’ up. : For being “a bit tired,” Miss Fellows sure had pep. By the time we reached the club it seemed as if we had been dating for years. My fingernails got a rest. Profuse ‘thanks weit to Mr. Lemons. The Press club had all the earmarks of a morgue. Miss Fellows assured me the absence of any type of noise was what she wanted. Bartender Karl Monninger said it was late but

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was with me. I asked for a drink a little on the stiff side. A couple of nickels in the jukebox provided the music:>Heck;-why-not be a sport on such an occasion. While Miss Fellows ate her sandwich, she pretty well convinced me the Press club was a good idea. Stagedoor Johnny began to feel a lot better. Some idle conversation, another cool drink, a nickel in the jukebox for one dance and the evening was over. Karl was closing the joint. - On the way to the Marott hotel in the cab, we entertained the driver with a couple of duets from “Naughty Marietta.” We” were in fine voice, the driver said so. Saying goodnight in the lobby was difficult. Many questions popped into my mind. But I didn't ask a single one. I thanked Miss Fellows and she thanked me. I said I had a good time and Miss Fellows said she did too. . Finally, yes, we shook hands and Johnny went marching home.

. By Lee Hills

NAHA, OKINAWA, Aug. 20.—A three-hour flight takes you from the lowest to probably the highestpriced country in the world today. The place where things are cheap is Okinawa, where a native can buy three meals a day for less than 2 cents. - The land of high prices is China, where a newspaper costs $3000 and any day now may go to $5000. These are the two extremes in a world so harassed by shortages that you either have runaway, black market inflation or the most rigid contrgls of prices and wages. : . On battered Okinawa, the natives are doing all right, thank you, with a big helping hand from Uncle Sam and the strictest of price controls. Near Naha, once a capital city of 70,000 and now

+ almost a ghost shantytown, I met a skilled weaver.

He is paid 40 yen a day, or 20 cents. His young son gets about half that for cleaning up at ‘military government headquarters. With the family’s total income of less than $7 a month, they live well, "A high-school principal gets $15 a month and

/ you can hire a maid for $3 a month. Laborers are

paid $4 to $8 a month. Highest pay on this overpopulated island is paid to the chiji, or governor. He gets the handsome salary of $25 a month.

Shoes Cost 50 Cents

THE OKINAWANS all get along all right, because a .month’s food ration costs only $3, There's enough left to buy such delicacies as sweet potatoes on the black market. Natives can also buy army shoes for BO cents, and a jacket for 20 cents or a fraction of what an American pays, Most Okinawans are very happy about the way their conquerors are running the island. The Americans kept the pre-war oriental standards of low wages. But they also pegged prices so low that the average income of those who work is adequate. In CHina, things are different. There are no wage or price controls. Shortages of food and almost every-

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thing else except luxury items are extreme. Imports greatly exceed exports. ; The government takes in only about one-fifth of what it spends. The difference is made up with printing press money. I was told China imports daily from the United States an average of a ton of Chinese currency. 1 gave a Chinese $100 ta change into Chinese money to pay for a hotel, meals and small purchases. He came back with four million Chinese doliars—a sack so bulging I had to spend 750,000 dollars of it for a satchel just to carry it around.

Gives Bellhop $5000 Tip THE BELLHOP looked down his nose at a $5000 tip when he brought up my luggage. I paid $15,000 for a bottle of American soda pop. With three compan-

ions, I shared a tiny compartment on the Shanghai |

express from Nanking. When we tipped the $10,000 apiece, we thought he was going to hand it back with, *here, you need it worse than I do.” My hotel room was $200,000 a day, and considered cheap. The bill for cleaning a suit was $40,000. I soon found $1000 bills worth 2%: cents. You buy this lettuce in fat, bulky bales usually figured to contain $100,000 to $500,000. The official rate is $12,000 (Chinese) to $1 U. 8. But prices at this rate are so fantastically high in real values that even the international banks dealing in foreign exchange get around it by a series of complicated maneuvers. The true black or free market value, as this is written, is about $40,000 to $1 U. 8S. A veteran newspaper editor in Shanghai predicted to me this wild currency inflation will get steadily worse. “In 60 days it will be $100,000 to $1,” he said, “and by the end of this year a million to one.” Meanwhile, the average man is being squeezed closer to poverty, just as in the inflation orgies in Germany, Greece and Hungary.

By Erskine Johnson |

Ref HOLLYWOOD, Aug. 20.—It's Florida vs. California again, with Esther Williams in the middle. In a $1000 flesh net bathing suit with black sequins, yet. It started after Esther returned from Florida on

* a location trip for “On an Island With You.” On a

radio show she was asked if she liked Florida's weather. Said Esther: “It was too hot.” The screams from Florida have been coming in ever since. The chamber of commerce and even the governor have wired Esther nasty little digs.

Only a Dream ' DIGGED BACK Esther: “California has fog that washes out bridges, smog, forest fires and 100-degree temperatures, But of course we don’t believe it.” Esther wears the flesh net bathing suit with waterproof sequins in an underwater chase scene for the movig. Peter Lawford and Ricardo Montalban are chasing her. It's only a dream which is apparently why the censors approved the filmy bathing suit. “Really,” Esther blushes, “it looks like all I'm wearing is a couple of sequins.” ? Esther's movies are making a fortune for M-G-M right now, but Esther continues to battle for “intelligent dialogue.” “I sneak up to the writers’ office every day,” she said, “and insist that they-do right

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+ He it was much cooler to wear a tie in his pocket than around his neck and yet he figured

that by having a in evidence he was conforming to the dictates of ‘ rs ain Solved Problem

DURING . THE RECENT heat wave, a southern gentleman solved the necktie problem by carefully folding a bright-colored tie and carrying it, hand-

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by me. Just because I can wear a bathing suit dees not mean that 1 can't talk.” M-G-M was worried about Peter Lawford’s swimming ability for his scenes with Esther. “Can you swim?” he was asked by afi M-G-Mogul “Of course,” said Peter. “I used to be a pearl diver—still am.” The studio man did a doubletake. “Where?” ; Said Peter: “When a girl's string of pearls breaks, I dive for 'em under the table at Ciro’s.”

$150,000 a Picture

ALICE WHITE is up tor a big role with Jeanne

Crain $n “Flapper.” % Jimmy Henaghan is carrying the torch for his ex- | wife, Gwyn, | * Brian Donlevy is now getting $150,000 a picture Promised and hoped for: ‘Henry Morgan giving New York the ribbing of the century in a film version of Ring Lardner’s “So This 1s New York.” Morgan is primed to prove that New York isn't even a great place to visit. Morgan will get $100,000 for doing the Stanley Kramer film and 'a cut of the profits. No hamming allowed at the Joan Fontaine-Bill Dozier home, Joan says she was over-dramatizin a story when Bill politely injected: Smithfield!” : 3

“Watch it,

* By Ruth Millett

So long as men haven't the courage to shed their neckties with the warm weather, the southern gentleman probably has as good a solution as any to the problem.

Why don’t meén just wear it in the pocket? That préves théy have a tle. It shows they know what

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RUNNERUP—'""Winter at Rest,"

Kodak Vigilant. Verichrome film.

By ART WRIGHT Ricard W. Koss, 4124 Graceland ave, came up the winner in The Times Amateur Photo contest in . | his second week as an entrant.

mi iat i va ¢ est,” a scene in Switzerland, was another honorable mention, submitted by Eugene C. Edwards, 1115 N. Gale st. The camera was a It was snapped Jat 1/50 second with f. :8 diaphragm opening on

legion Post

II, has been installed as commander of Fireman's Post, American Legion, for the year 1048. Other officers installed were Louis

Bauer, adjutant; Richard Wilkerson,

first vice -commander; Robert Cooper, second vice hy William Wyss, finance; Harry

Lée Fulmer, vetegan of world war |)

Carrying off laurels for the second week of the contest, which

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CONTEST WINNER—First place in The Times Amateur Photo contest for last week went to Richard W. Koss, 4124 Graceland ave., for this picture of 1!/,-year-old Sharon Ann Maltzman, 4128 Graceland ave. camera, super XX film, at 1/100-second shutter speed and diaphragm opening of f. 15.6. One No. | and one No. 2 photoflood lamps were used. ?

Mr. Koss used an automatic Rolleiflex

Mr. Koss, a war veteran, is a repairman for the Indiana Bell Telephone Co, Photos being received now will be judged for the third week's prize of $6. The deadline for the cur-

rent week is Friday midnight. Y Any amateur photographer may

submit any number of prints, An amateur is one whose chief source of income is not derived from photographic work. All prints must be in black and white. On the back of each picture submitted must be this information:

| Photographer's name, address, tele- .| phone number, shutter speed, dia-

phragm opening, type camera and type film used and type of lighting. “There are no fees for entry. All pictures become the property of The Indianapolis Times. Mail or bring pictures to Amateur Photo Con-

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In Times Photo Contest

HONORABLE MENTION — This portrait earned honorable mention for Herman Schmink, 726 S. Hiatt st, The subject, Arthur Foltzinlogel, Jr., was snapped with a 5 x 7 view camera at a shutter speed of one second and diaphragm opening of f. :6-3 on super X film. Lightin was one large spot, one baby spot and one No. 2 fl in barn door reflector.

~ ACTION—This photo of a train wreck won honorable, mention for Guy Roby, of Frankfort, Ind., who used an Autographic Kodak Junior at a shutter speed of 1/25

second, diaphragm opening speed Panchromatic film.

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Roark’s Travels—

white hair. She takes three shots house steps, one on the lawn, and then: “Now let's try the swimming pool shot.” She takes them to some landscaped steps that lead to a basement door of the courthouse. And she poses them in such a way it makes them look as if they were sitting beside a swanky swimming pool. It's usually their favorite shot when they see the prints. . ” . MRS. BARNETT doesn’t demand a down payment. She takes their address, and malls them three prints, cod. for $4 They :may reject them if they wish. “Many of these couples need what change they have for their honeymoon,” she says, “so I don't ask

for cash.” For a number of years before

lance photographer on the

| home town papers. She is known | to editors all over America.

| “The water-front boys called me |

: { Battling Barnett,” she says, laugh-| ying to forget somebody or some. n

ing. ' The war killed tourist travel to Europe, and she came out here and started focusing on a new class of subject—~the newlyweds. “I've shot 26,000 couples since Pearl Harbor,” she says. “That's a lot-—but think of all those who escaped.” ” ~ » IN PERSONALITY, but not in looks, rs. Barnett is a sort of Tughoat Annie. But as you talk to her, you learn that she has a pretty soft heart. When she sees .some of the children who run away from home and come here to get married, it makes her feel like crying—or like giving them a good spanking and chasing them home. As for others— “You think they are here to get fishing licenses instead of marriage licenses.” Recently she shot some newlyweds, both of whom were 86.

York waterfront. She shot pictures | of prominent people sailing on the] big liners, and sold prints to their| to feel it's too late to back out.

Reno Photographer 'Shoots' 26,000 Newlywed Couples

Mails 3 Prints C. O. D. for $4, ‘Because They

Need Their Change for Honeymoon,’ She Says By ELDON ROARK, Scripps-Howard Staff Writer RENO, Nev., Aug. 20.—The world’s champion photographer of newly weds—that'’s Ella (Battling) Barnett of Reno. : About 30,000 couples a yéar are married here and Mrs. Barnett photographs a large percentage of them. She is a plump, bustling, sophisticated. woman with prematurely

of each couple—one on the courte

for Reno. Everybody gets a wha:g at the honeymooners—the hotes and motor courts, restaurants, stores and the gambling clubs especially the gambling clubs. Honeymooners, you know, must be gay and reckless. They must do the town. I have visited the courthouse sev eral times to watch the marriage mill grind, and its drama. You ses girls suddenly stop at the entrance to the courthouse, and then back away, frightened looks on their faces. Most of them are persuaded to go on through with it, but a few keep shaking their heads. They turn and walk away, followed by ‘their sullen, muttering boy friends. ” » »

IN SOME instances it's the other

the war, Mrs. Barnett was a free-| Way around. It's the girl who is

the aggressor, and it's the boy who gets scared, But when they reach the courthouse, most of them seem

The most, pitiful are the middle« aged or old couples who are trying so hard to be young once more,

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