Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 October 1947 — Page 11

A ROSE BY ANOTHER NAME is a two-inch slab of straight-grained poplar. What am [ talking about? I'm talking about Gustave Stark, wood carver and brother of the late Otto Stark Indianapolis artist. Poplar chips are flying at 1629 Carrolton Ave. days because Gustave is fighting a little battle of time. He has to pound roses out of poplar by Oct. 23. That's the day of the Central Avenue Methodist Church bazaar and the wood carver's exhibition of 12 carvings and one panel of inlay work. The thought I had as I watched Mr. Stark begin the first cuts with mallet and chisel on the last 2 panel for the exhibition was why not let nature do the work. She's been turning out some pretty nice . roses, For a second I thought my visit with Mr. Stark had come to an end. But the 78-year-old carver didn't blow his top. He didn’t even miss a poplar chip. His grey eyes just cut me down to where I could have walked upright through a quarter-inch hole. The piece of poplar Mr. Stark was working with had an outline of a full rose blossom, leaves and a ~-bud. There were no detail lines or marks which would show a man which petal was to turn up, which would turn to the right or left. Everything was flat. As the chips flew,» I inspected some of the finished panels Mr. Stark had in the room. There

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ROSES IN POPLAR—Wood carver Gustave Stark makes the chips fly as he fashions a rose panel for his one-man exhibition Oct. 23.

NEW YORK, Oct. 14.—You are looking at a guy who has quit trying. From here in, I will let other people live my entire life for me. Only in New York is this fully possible, New York is the city of the special service. All you have to do is get born, and they will take over for you at that point. It begins with special diaper services; nursery school services; baby-sitting services. By the time you are old enough to be falling out of trees, an organization called Cub Parties, Inc, will be feeding you trick balloons and ice cream. Your mother doesn't have to cook for you: Casserole kitchen sends the meal around all ready for the fangs. Mama needn't slave &t the cleaning; special hdusecleaners mop the floor. If you go away in the summer, another outfit will close your house and open it on your return. There is’ a firm which specializes in packing and unpacking, Another wraps packages. The stores maintain personal shoppers to haunt the bargain counters for you. Thos. Cook and American EXpress i see after your travel.

Catering Outfits Aplenty

IF YOU WANT to throw a big party, there are any number of catering outfits which will provide the grub, arrange the booze, serve it to the guests, and pifch the drunks out on the sidewalk. Presumably, Alcoholics Anonymous will be standing patiently on the stoop, waiting to catch them on the first bounce. - A firm called VIP (very important persons) will get you hotels when you can't get hotels; World Series tickets when you can't buy World Series tickets; transportation when you can't get transportation. It will send orchids to the wife of the visiting firemen, scotch to the firemen himself. It will take the old lady shopping and wedge-her into the hit shows. : While all this is going on, Celebrities Service will tell the newspapers where you are staying and all about you. You can buy bobbysoxers for a quarter a head to stand outside the hotel door and howl. For

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Super-Duper Service

By Ed Sovola

was a panel of Nellie Perkins roses in mahogany. Dutch tulips in Cuban mahogany hung on the wall. A life-sized robin, in Mexican mahogany, played| among a spray of apple blossoms. | |

Inspects Finished Panels “HOW YOU going to get detail in that panel?” I asked, “It's going to be the same type of work you! have around, isn't it?” | Mr, Stark stopped. pounding and tapped his forehead with the chisel. “The detail is right up there,” he said. “That's where the artist is different from other people. He! sees things clearly enough to be able to transfer the impression to wood, canvas or stone.” I asked if I could try my hand with the poplar. Just a few licks to make me feel as if -I could “see”| things, too. | Mr. Stark pointed to a spat on the wood close to the edge. The wooden mallet felt unusually light for its size. The first tap with the grain was disappointing, not a chip flew. “Wham it a good blow,” Mr. Stark said with his voice rising to a high pitch. I whammed. A chip flew through the air. Something artistic must have been touched within me because I stopped. A feeling of creation held my tools motionless. | “Wham it again,” urged Mr. Stark. “Keep going) and stay away from the markings.” But it was no good. I had passed the zenith of my creativeness, I could have been pounding with a house brick on a tree trunk. My moment of artistic fulfillment was over. Mr. Stark said he understood as I took the broom and started sweeping up the chips. That I could see clearly.

Bold, Heavy Strokes

WHILE I WORKED with the broom, Mr. Stark

gouged the poplar with bold, heavy strokes and then © =

with light, short cuts. Every so often his eyes would light up and he'd stop for a few seconds as if he were trying to remember something. I found out it would take him a good 90 hours to turn the solid wood into a panel of roses. And it would take close to another 90 hours before he was satisfied. Mr. Stark doesn't use sandpaper on even the most delicate petal. Everything is done with mallet and cutting tool. Mr. Stark, who has been carving since he was 16, | still prefers to work in Bedford limestone. But those days are gone now. The individual craftsman has been replaced by and large with mass production

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“This is the thing that keeps me young,” Mr.

Stark said. “Wood carving and tree surgery. Helping| § and imitating nature. Look at this petal take shape.| 3

Can't you just see it come to life?” I said yes but I did more broom duty before I! really saw the petal. I.guess I'm just a bump on a| log. |

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By Robert C. Ruark

a slightly higher price they will tear your clothes off, 80 everybody will know you are famous. There is a reminder service which will serve as the string around you finger, for pay. The telephone answering service takes your calls and allows you to sidetrack pests, bill collectors, and visiting relatives. A repair service will do evervthing from sewing on buttons to reupholstering the divan, You have a book of the monih, a necktie of the month, fruit of the month, candy of the month, dress of the month and now, a thing of the month. Last month, according to Othman, a dinosaur bone was the prize.

A Dog-Walking Firm I JUST GOT a come-on from a new firm, which will send cards to anybody I so desire at stated times each year, for a flat fee. There is a piecework publicity organization, too. And a dog-walking firm. Escort services will take the crowbaits dancing, and in the cheaper magazines, the lonely hearts and other pen pal bureaus are still giving cupid a hand. If you wish to make a gentlemanly deal with a soured spouse, other services will arrange a suitable! partner for a compromising situation which will hold | up in court, and you are free to woo again. You can| get divorced by mail, if you wish, although I will] not vouch for its legality. Digest services capsule books, papers and maga-! zines you have not read. Health clubs will pound, knead and steam the booze out of you, and supply,

you with artificial tan. The hospitals will give you! other people's eyes, blood and bones. You do not need to earn fame—press agents will furnish the]

ersatz variety through the columns and puff sheets. Hollywood, the radio and historical novels take care! of the emotions. | When you marry, special services will run the show. When you die, the special, job-lot undertakers plant you, and a short prayer is included. As I was saying, I quit. As soon as the artificial’ lung comes in I also intend to stop breathing, Too much trouble,

A Lazy World

By Frederick C. Othman

WASHINGTON, Oct. 14.—The push-button world is the world for me. All I need now to take advantage of it is a machine to grind out $1000 bills. Basis for this melancholy reflection are the homeless Washingtonians streaming hopefully by the thousands and the tens of thousands into the first postwar exhibition of the Home Builders Association. And streaming out again from. the dazzling acre and a half of housing equipment, looking frustrated. On the vast floor of the armory (from which the FBI and its finger print files were evicted a few weeks ago) the technicolored advertisments of the women’s magazines have come alive. Touch a button when you go to bed and your coffee cooks itself next morning at 7:00. - Set a lever and a cultivator chops the weeds in your turnip patch. Whistle to make your garage door open. Keep your house warm without radiators, or buttons, either. That sort of business.

Choose Electric Job

SO WE GOT to talking. my bride and I, to one of ‘a dozen men demonstrating automatic kitchens. Some of these cooked on gas and some on electricity. We happened.to choose an electric job. It did away with the garbage down the drain; it washed, dried, and polished the dishes and went clickety-click (sounding proud in a mechanical way). It cooked under pressure, or otherwise, on a stove with dials like an airplane's, except that they lit up, red, white, green and blue, to give mere humans an idea what was happening on each burner, front and back.

It calculated for itself how long a roast should cook—and cooked it. A fellow could spend many| happy hours just watching that stove do its stuff; his| wife, of course, could ignore it because it did all the thinking. How much? “Very reasonable,” said the man with the red carnation in his buttonhole. “Our engineers will plan the kitchen for you free and we'll deliver all the equipment together with what we consider adequate cabitets (enameled steel, ball-bearing drawers, auto-| matic interior lights) for $2200. That's for the ma-| terials only, you understand.” { And how much, inquired Mrs. O., in a voice which suddenly sounded weak, for the installation? |

Need Another $1000

THAT DEPENDED, the man said, on conditions. Another thousand dollars ought to do it. Maybe less. | Yes, sir, the man added happily, he believed we could figure on getting the kitchen, ready to fry eggs (and dispose of the shells automatically). for $3000, net. My ever-courteous bride said thanks, but I'm afraid he couldn't even hear her I hate to say “and so on,” but that's the way it was. A bathroom, with all the fixings including infra-red heat to dry you without towels, was shade under $1000. A television set with a big screen was $1750, I don't suppose there's much need to give you more examples of the price of the push-button. Anyhow, I haven't time. The dishes are about to be washed, non-automatically, and I've got to dry ‘em with a 15-cent towel.

It's a Riot HOLLYWOOD, Oct. 14—Once upon a time the principal ceremony involved in opening a new ' movie was the unlocking of the box-office, followed by the establishment of a girl there to sell tickets. to

anyone who happened to want to see the picture.

Then bushy-haired Hollywood showman Sid Grauman put a stop to all naive opening night restraint and simplicity, of this sort, and introduced the Hollywood premiere juggernaut.

A Riot of Everything,

BY THE TIME a Sid Grauman box-office had

been op on a film for the first time, the accompanyi ceremonies were remindful of a dress review of Coldstream Guards, a riot at Sing Sing,

plus a revival staging of Custer's Last Stand in formal evening dress. Since then, mew movies have had their premiere screenings on planes, ships, trains and buses, in the

By Erskine Johnson

state or city after which a picture was named, at the birthplace of the film's star or in the neighborhood of where the western star's horse first kicked up his heels and felt his oats. Practically .any locale can be ballyhooed by Hollywood into a logical film premiere site. How Admiral Byrd's expeditions have been overlooked for this purpose, I shall never know. W

All Trying to Be Noisier TO MY KNOWLEDGE, been used for this purpose, either, bit I have implicit faith in the ingenuity and bravery' of studio press agents. _ But the colossally-colossal. Hollywood premiere— the gaudy, resplendent, cacophonous, arc-lighted, star-studded Ceremonies held at, in and around a Hollywood theater on the openipg night of a major film--still 1s the old standby, with each trying to top its predecessor in noise and splendor.

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women as they sign up for instruction at the Indiana University training school for nurses. Shown registering are (left to right) Miss Mary L. Peacock, school director, Pat Hunnell, Morristown, and Betty Gaumer, Plymouth. The girls are members of the latest class which totaled 52 in number.

SICKLY SUE-—Many a nurses’ class has cared lovingly for this dummy used for instruction in bed care. The school attempts to provide trainees with as close an approach to actual hospital conditions as possible. Here twins, Shirley (standing) and Jean Harrison, Royal Center, take charge from head to foot, :

ROOM RELAXATION—The life of a nurse trainee cannot be compared withs that of a college coed. Most of what normally would be a summer vacation period is ‘taken up with hospital duty. Informal room parties help break the long hours. Chatting are (left to right) Rose Marie Calvert, Indianapolis; Jo Creighton, Warsaw; Ilva May Brooks, Shoals, and Charlotte Doup, Columbus.

Photos by Victor Peterson, Times Stafl Photographer, LABORATORY “PARTNERS — Chemistry is one of the first subjects the students meet while preparing for their future career. A difficult course, it proves to - fledglings the complex nature of the human body. Working together on an experiment are (left to right) Delores Scotten, Richmond, and Priscilla Sandberg, Franklin.

NOT ALL WORK —To provide recreation "during off duty hours from work pointed toward a registered nurse degree, the school provides many forms of sports. The training program is keyed to keep the students in top physical condition. Bicycle riders and archers meeting here are (left to right) Donna Lambert, Lebanon: Phyllis

(let Hudson, Bloomington, Velma Schroer, Columbus, 'and Patricia Thomas, Indianapolis.

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Carnival—By Dick Turner

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By BACH ‘ : : ' ACH sm yy ‘White Squirrel NEMESIS In Ohioan S Death On Closing Day = | ys HALETHORPE, Md., Oct. 14 (UP) |S Central (nem’ e-sis) vow wd stout, iglddie-agea wom Nig Ave., Ra Weise it hey ae THE JUSTICE, ESPECIALLY THE | ner companion was soug IL by police. cared the trigger yesterday, but | !

today in the tourist cabin slaying of Dr. Charles Raymond Vaughn, , Dr. Vaughn was a widely-known| religious author and youth worker.

he shot and killed a “white” squir-| rel on the John Flint farm near | Williamsport, Ind. It was the first

JUST PUNISHMENT, THAT EVERY MAN RECEIVES ACCORDING TO WIS DEEDS

“near albino” |

MULROY, THE LONG-| A waitress reported seeing Dr.igquirrel with red tail and feet that ARM OF THE LAW | Vaughn and the woman together smith had seen and he has been | I$ FINALLY | Saturday night in a roadside res- hunting 30 years on the Link farm) CATCHING | taurant. The restaurant was neariwhich borders the Wabash River. where the 54-year-old Presbyte-| Don R. Hughes, the Indiana Con-| rian minister's body was found oniservation Department's fish and | Sunday. game director, reports that this is| Dr. Vaughn, who lived in Patas-/the second “white” squirrel killed

‘| kala, O., had been stabbed several this year, The other was shot re- | times and battered with the butt of cently near Indianapolis. Neither a revolver. {was an albino which would have His wallet was missing. He was|pink eyes. known to have carried large sums!

of money with him on trips. | ih I Since giving up a Présbyterian Baby Critically i i After Fall on Nail |

y pastorate some 20 years agp, Dr. hh Vaughn had been active in youth! Sandra Rush, 14 - month-old er rem as oe ae Ts £4 Jowy] ¥OUK, friends said. In 1943, after daughter of Mrs. Carmel Rush, watching a street fight in Columbus, 426'; Merrill St, was in critical

Father Killed, Son Hurt BERNE, Ind, Oct. 14 (UP)— Henry Ellenberger, 67. was killed and his son, Harry, 31, jnjured in a truck-auto collision here yesterday. It was the first fail accident in this area in several years.

J.» hi» established Boy-Land on the condition at General Hospital. ttn of Father Edward Flana-, She was taken to the hospital in| 38's famed Boys Town. an ambulance after she became ill He rented quarters and taught early this morning. The mother] youngsters crafts and hobbies. He told police the child had injured | also edited Boy-Land Magazine and her head when she fll on a nail| was the author of several books. on the front porch several days ago.

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