Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 December 1947 — Page 23
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JACK, HATFIELD at the Civic Theater may know what he's doing with his *Ten Little Indians” which opens tomorrow for an eight-day run. But I question his judgment in engaging this little Indian to act as relief, substitute and helper of sound man Don Swinney, Don't get me wrong, I like the theater, the smell of grease paint and the I-give-my-all spirit of the amateur actors and workers. But I don't particularly care for beppg a “big noise” at a theater with no chance of seeing what's going on. Oh, I guess it's all right. What would “Ten Little Indians” be like without thunder, lightning, wind, thuds, ship whistles’ and screams? Kinda dead. I say that even though eight of the 11 actors get killed by the end of the third act. Take the other night, for instance. It was a dress rehearsal affair for the dress rehearsal for the preview for the benefit which is tonight. Com-
plicated, I know, with opening night tomorrow, but that's the way ‘t is at the Civic.
STORMY WEATHER—Staff members of the’ Civic Theater (left to right), Pat Smith, Don Swinney and Lawrence Sandberg '‘cook up" nasty weather for a scene in "Ten Little Indians." (The first assistant went out for an um-
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‘OK, OK, Lét's Go’
THE FIRST ACT isn't bad, At the opening Doni—~ was up in the flag gallery ready with his. records of | the “accusing voice” and eérie music. I was almost | in the alley with the boat whistle. Jack wanted me way back there to make the whistle sound as if it were off in the distance. - But he wanted it blown hard so it.could be heard out front. Ok, Ok, Fifteen lines later another whistle, this time! halfway from the alley (the boat is closer) and! then for the rest of the act you dodge actors run-| ning to make changes and try to argue property, manager Carolyn Dixon out of a couple of cookies. All through this youl have to keep aisles clear because during the show Jack doesn't want the backstage to resemble a “madhouse” with goofs cluttering up the paths of actors. Scene 1, act 2 starts out in fine shape with a “beautiful morning” on stage. Anthony Marston, played by Dick Bender, is dead. The second act gets better as it goes along and the characters begin mentioning the dirty weather which is supposed to be brewing. That's for Don and me, * The scene ends with ‘another actor biting the dust. Don Sharp, stage manager, always makes | his appearance at this point to see if sound is! ready. Sometimes we are and sometimes we're not. | Anyway, when Don Sharp gives us the long finger the elements break loose. The scene calls for so; much weather we grab recruits anytime we can.
Thunder and More Thunder |
THE OTHER NIGHT I handled thunder, Don| Swinney took the lightning maker. Pat Smith turned! the wind machine (in a pinch Don would have! to work it with one hand) and Lawrence Sandberg! pounded the air vent and helped me with thunder] overtones. Two buzzes, house lights off, one buzz and Don Sharp's high sign for the furies to commence and curtain. Every time Swinney flashed the lightning I fol-, lowed up with a clasp of thunder and Lawrence! started the air vent to rumble. ‘I had been called down by Jack the night before for not making enough thunder. That ‘hight I really rattled the! piece of sheet metal, Someone was getting murdered | on the stage. About the time I frightened myself with an extra peachy clap "of thunder a voice
screamed in my ear, “CUT IT.” Jack “thought” there was too much thunder. He said he couldn't hear the lines in the front row.
Never satisfied, Night before he said he couldn't hear the thunder in the front row.
‘You're awfully wet,’"” Jack ordered. | He can't kid me, That line was meant for the thunder man. But if I could get out front and| hear my thunder I know I could do just right. Sound man, ugh—watch the script, watch the stage manager, watch the cue, look out for the actors. What | I need is a first class assistant,
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At It Again
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By Robert C. Ruark
NEW YORK, Dec. 4—My favorite agony columnist, 8 lady whose initials are M. H. is getting harder in the mouth all the time as she advises the tortured souls who cast themselves at her feet and beg for counsel, About a year ago, as I remember, M. H. so roundly belabored a man who said he liked to go duck-hunting that I am sure he went out into the blind the next day and begged the ducks to nibble
- him to death.
The old girl is at it again. Here we have a poor harried character who is being driven into the cold streets by his wife's love for the radio. The man, whose initials are E. J., says: “This is about radio and my wife. The two are pretty close companions. During the day she hears the soap Operas . . .. mgs; when I arm home, she tunes in on the slapstick so-called comedy programs. “To my mind, radio is valuable ‘only for . . . symphony and news. However, my wife doesn’t care for my preference and won't listen to these programs « » . Some evenings I go to the movies rather than listen to her choice of radio fare, Once I went to 8 hotel for the night. Often I come home late from the office, because I figure I will encounter less radio racket that way. What can be done?”
Attack the Problem With an Ax HERE IS A GUY who just doesn’t like radio, which is certainly not illegal in this country, and certainly not an isolated or peculiar foible. If 1 were M. H., T would tell-E.-J:to-buy-a small ax-and attack the problem fundamentally, but that is not my girl friend's way. Waving her witch hazel wand, and calling on the spook of Sigmund Freud, M. H. says: “In my opinion,-the foregoing recital is so much whitewash. You are looking for an excuse to neglect your wife . , . ” 5 » Anuvsing ee case “R. C. R.” m glad that you wrote and I pray that rm in a "youd wield an ax on a wife’s radio—the simple pleasure of a woman living for her man—and soap operas! Talk things over with those close to you— admit your feelings of violence. Have a physical checkup—I don’t hear that buzzing sound at all, People want to help you—I want to help you. We “agony” sisters don’t claim to be great experts but believe that we have sympathy, sound reasoning;-and some experience. We worry about you at night. I'm glad that you wrote. You've been working too hard—it might happen to anyone. You need a vaecation. You don't need to feel “simple” just because you have a problem. You must have character. because you want to solve it.. Don’t worry because you approve of shooting ducks—but I'd give up hunting for awhile. And stay out of the cutlery drawers and thé tool chest. Don't try to solve this problem all by yourself. We're your friends. It's a good old world, The work
“In all probability, you are a poor, indifferent, 4
uncompanionable spouse; and I.daresay your wife] feels lonely, misunderstood and rejected in relation to you—a stepchild of fate in her own experience, just like those heroines of the soap operas. “What can be done? Face the fact that you are being dishonest, that you aren't putting your cards on the | table; that you are trying to show your wife in an | unfavorable light and thus plausibly justify your| unstable disloyal behavior—which has its origin in| your own vague neurotic discontent with married | life.” And M. H., mounting her broom, whisks off, leaving this poor oaf confronted with the Tellowislg charges:
All Because of Red Skelton
ALL OF A SUDDEN he is accused of being sourfaced, selfish boor who mistreats and neglects his wife. He has been called dishonest, a card sharp,| a wrecker of his bride's character and a potential adulterer. If Mrs. E. J. reads it and wants to go to court, she can stroll home with a divorce. And all because her poor old man doesn’t worship Red Skelton or Dr. Kildare's other appendix, as a steady relief from a long hard day in the ropewalk.| He is now standing there muttering, while he digests M. H's palm-reading. As (he realization of his bestiality “sinks deeper, he will go out looking. for a' blond. ‘He will come home sobbing drunk, and bash his everloving in the kisser. Granting that anybody who seeks advice from a psychiatry-bitten soothsayer is a little off balance, there” is still too much dark hinting at disorders of the brain and soul in a medium which used to limit itself to “Shall I kiss him on the first or second: date” kind of harmless guff. You plant enough ideas in the head of the simple, and you maybe wind up with an ax murderer. s 5 » o of psychiatrists, social workers—and “agony” sisters —is devoted to the principle of finding more and better ways to help people out of trouble. Much progress has been made on mechanical things but rela-| tively little on. human relationships.
I know that you find it difficult to ask for help.
you're guilty of lack of control. Psychiatrists handle big problems—and they'll be glad to have yours. Just tell them about the ax.
Since the dawn of civilization mankind has been hats. Bit compared to Mata Hari, | ‘Extension to Register Winter Students Dec. 18
trying to help his fellowman. A friend to talk to often is a life preserver. I am your friend. We haven't made much progress in human relationships or there wouldn't be wars and murders.’
Understanding will do it.
Of course you don’t like radios. But put away that ax. It might slip. And stop twitching. Let the little woman explain this to you if that buzzing has started again.
\ _ MRS. MANNERS
Grain Dabbling
WASHINGTON, Dec. 4—I1f you read this dispatch, kindly keep it secret from the'speculators in the Chicago wheat pit. They're suckers and we've got to hold ’em ignorant until we get the “rest of their money. “Do you mean to say,” demanded the incredulous Sen. Joseph C. O'Mahoney of Wyoming, “that the
+ more speculators there are who lose their money, the
better it is for the country?” Maj. H. G. L. Strange went shhh! “Exactly, sir” he replied in a hoarse whisper. “But I hope that as a result of this meeting the speculators don’t find this out.” The major is a precise little grain expert from Winnipeg, who was invited by the Joint Congressional Economic Committee to tell how the Canadian government controls of the grain market are working out. The lawmakers thought maybe they'd get some new ideas. They did. President Truman brought this up, you may remember, when he said what we need is a law to keep the speculators from using the Chicago grain market as a slot machine. © He charged their gambling in bread is boosting the cost of living.
A Canadian Monopoly
THE CANADIAN GOVERNMENT booted out the speculators a while back and turned the grain business into a federal monopoly. So Chairman Robert A. Taft of the congressional planners asked the major to drop down and explain how the system was functioning, “Lousy as usual,” replied Maj. Strange in words a ‘good deal more dignified. For 5000 years, he said, generals and kings have been trying to regulate the grain business and every time they do, they make a mess of it. The Canadian mess, he added, is a little sloppier than most. The farmers are’ Testug millions,
By Frederick C. Othman 1 was 16 a worker with the mer. Carnival—By Dick Turner
everybody's sore, the politicians are mixing in, and no telling what'll happen next. This, he said, 1s because the poor, silly speculators were banished. Each of these babies figures he's smarter than the next fellow, invests his money in| wheat futures, and eventually loses it, he said. “And I suggest you gentlemen keep this a secret from them,” Maj. Strange cautioned the legislators. “It is very nice to have them spend their money that way.” Eon Ralph E. Planders of Vermont observed that) previous evidence indicated most of the gamblers in| the LaSalle Street grain pit on a single day last September were housewives.
Frittering Away Money “H.M-M-M-M-M,” replied Maj. Strange, who is director of the research department of the Searle Grain Co., Ltd., one of the biggest firms of its kind| in the world, These ladies have husbands, he said he presumed, and if they want to fritter their money | away on wheat which goes up when they expect it to go down, that's fine,
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“They should be encouraged,” he said. “Not abused.” The Republicans led the major on. The Demo-
crats argued with him. If he's right about speculators, then President Truman's wrong and, of course, vice-versa. Sen. O'Mahoney, the chief heckler, said Maj, Strange’s words sounded extra strange to him. The major invited the Senator to Canada to see for ‘himself the porridge the government has made of the grain business. He urged then, almost with tears in his voice,
that the United States pamper its grain speculators]
and steer clear of government regulations.
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“Dazzling Yuletide Lights. Ring Circle Amid Wintry Bresns
MONUMENT CIRCLE PLANNERS—Charting Technical High School's part in decorating Monument Circle for Christmas are (left to right) John F. Minatel, Tech stage manager and. C. S. Stewart, directar of program production at Tech who is “All right—let's take it {from where Vera says supervising the Yule project. The stage craft class of the program division is construct-
ing props and painting murals for the Circle's holiday dress,
Photos. by Henry Glesing, Times Staff Photographer,
THE BRUSH OFF—Jim Graham and Alice Boles re-touch one of the large murals used in last year's Christmas tableaux, so it will look fresh and shining when it‘becomes-a part of the 1947 display.
Surgeon Calls Mata Hari The Real ‘New Look’ of 1916
Remodeller of Faces Tells of Spy’'s Beauty, Sympathy for Wounded
By ROBERT RICHARDS, United Press Staff Correspondent NEW YORK, Dec. 4—Dr. Else K. Laroe is a plastic surgeon who has tine that not even the most con-| | altered the ugly features of many women, always with a personal reason. | firmed snuff addict would ever dip|arithmetical—than men, a five-year survey conducted at Fenn College The ash-blond doctor's skilled hands rested motionless on her desk lor chew it—not more than once, here disclosed today. You're a proud man, and it isn’t easy to admit that as she talked. Her thoughts returned to World War I—to that famous | anyway -has just
spy, Mata Hari, “Ah,” said Dr. Laroe, wear the long skirts, the picture”
our women of today are as nothing. She was out of this world to me then, and always will be.” |
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gloves and a beige dress.
to-do with your surgery?”
Germany in 1933. “I will tell you.| national Red Cross, and they se me to Switzerland. It was there| that I met Mata Hari. We called| ther Countess X. She was from the Dutch East Indies. What a beail- | tiful woman. She had everything. |
“There were whispers about her | then. I believe now that she was al {spy who worked for both sides, but | then I was a naive child from| Stuttgart. I knew nothing. Mata Hari worked as a dancer. She was | always in the hospitals like the, | USO people of this last war. I first | {met hef on a hospital train. I was | |acting as a minor nurse when I| walked into a compartment which| contained an officer whose face had ! been shot away. Find Mata Hari in Tears “Mata Hari was standing there, holding his hand, and she was| weeping. 8he looked at me and said:
thing!" ”
The next year, however, Mata
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“now they speak of this | new look. Now they | modity,
Center will register Technical InBlack lace parasol, lace hat, lace stitute students for the winter term That was Dec. 18-19 from noon to 8 p. m. and | what Mata Hari wore in 1016 in! on Dec. 20 from 8 a. m. to noon. | Switzerland. “But, Doctor, what has Mata Hari should obtain certificates of eligibility and entitlement prior to reg-
“Be patient,” replied Dr. Laroe, istration, Some 60-day and evening who came to the United States from | {courses will be offered.
It is terrible to be so help- | less. Not to be able to do =
Hari ran into some hard luck. She|
was captured and executed by the French,
“But I always remembered her
| beauty,” said Dr. Laroe. “And I like to believe whenever I-alter an ugly face that I am doing some-
thing that she would have liked.”
AUXILIARY TO MEET The Women's Auxiliary: to the|
“Because,” he said, “I am afraid that if you follow, Indianapolis Photo-Engravers’ Un-|
in our footsteps all our turmoil—and I warn you it's mixed in politics now--will descend upon you.”
don, 11, will: meet at 1:30 p. -m. Tuesday at 320 N, Pennsylvania St. ’
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BIRTH OF A ROCK—It doesn't look much like a 1% rock now but when John B. Smith, stage craft student, ets through with his sawing he'll have the frampwork one of the large rocks which will be part of the Noel scenes on the Circle,
ASSEMBLY LINE WORKERS—Hammers go into action as stagecraft students (left to right) Jack Aldridge and George Napariu construct a wire coop around the
wooden framework for the rock. The craft students, working on assembly-line methods, are renovating many of last year's decorations and working up new ones to make Indianapolis’ special Yule dress "bigger and better."
Patents Tobacco What Every Woman Knows To Kill Insects Takes Five Years to Prove
Statistician Calls Her Tops at Figures, By Science Service
WASH ees rs riniy But Says Her Head Is Full of Confetti
ground tobacco so strong in nico-| By BERNARD LIPSKIN, United Press Staff Correspondent CLEVELAND, Dec. 4—Women are far better experts on figures
been patented | What's more, Dr. Clyde J. Crobaugh, statistics professor who con- | here as a possibly profitable com-| ducted the survey, said that women's memories in most other fields are | far superior. Intended for poisoning insects, ft, “Most men questioned in the sur- | has had its natural nicotine content| vey didn't even know their neck| Veterinary Association's ize | stepped up to 10 per cent by the Size, their shirt size or what s ‘First Meetin Dec. 17 addition of straight nicotine sulfate. shoe they take” Dr. Crobaugh said. | The Central 1 9 Veis The pulverized leaf and stem tis-| And he has the figures to prove 8 etal ana ve inary sue serves as an efficient and low-! bis points, Medical Association will hold its cost carrier, in place of the mineral They Never Know {first meeting as an organized disdusts hitherto employed, The survey started merely to trict of the state association at 7 ne fiiventor. hi Js ew Suture) settle a class argument between the p. m. Dec. 17 in the Athenaeum. insecticide, 3 . Amold" of hoys and the coeds as to which i i Richmond, Va., has assigned rights had the better memories. lic ier wil be fullowed bY 3 bile in his patent, No. 2431672, to the] «1 didn't know then that it would a : i 4 wv Officers of the association are: Tobacco By-Products & Chemical hi ” : y ] take so much work to settle the Dr. F. R. Bartiow, president: Dr.
| Corp. i " P (argument,” Dr. Crobaugh said. Justin E. Jordan, vice president, and “But we kept at It and now pnp. A p, Zachary, secretary-treas-have countless statistics charts to er Dr. Robert J. Hoskins has show that a woman knows her | been appointed program chairman, figures. Make no mistake about it.” | Veterinarians: 1 Marion, Boones He admitted the men were ahead | gengricks, Johnson, Madison, Hamon questions about baseball players \iton, Hancock, Morgan and Shelby
and scores, but added that * counties will be asked to join, Dr. few of them could remember ery counties said.
wedding anniversaries, the names| of many of their relatives, the sizes
of their clothes, just to name a WORD-A-DAY
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“We found that it's the wife who| handies numbers and figures in the 7 (kul’pa-bl) sou. DESERVING PO 3 GUILTY;
average home,” said Dr. Crobaugh. CRIMINAL, BLAMEWORTHY
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“She gets the money and controls) the budget. She also does 89 per cent of the buying in department | stores. Is it any wonder she has| the best head for figures?” What it“all means, Dr. Crobaugh | said, may be that women remember | too much. { “Their heads are filled with a {confetti of old telephone numbers, |
WE'VE ALREADY PINNED THE
|dimensions, recipes and impres-| | sions,” he said, “They need badiy! a mental house- Slenuing he
Mothers will Sell
Flowers to Aid Veterans Mothers of World War II will] |conduct their annual sale of pin-on| paper poinsettias in all parts of} Indianapolis tomorrow and Satur- | day. | Veterans made the flowers and | resem as—— | PrOGeds from the sales will go to| "| can't stop to tak now, Elsie—a man is following mel’ ald veterans.
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