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‘ "WELL: WELLhere comes the rookie.” : Fine way, I thought, ‘to greet a fellow fire eater. “Hi. Is the chief aréung?” The men of Pire Station 13, Maryland St. and Kentucky Ave.. stopped their early evening games for a momefit. Robert Tuddle switched the radio off. Bridge and cribbage cards were put aside. Capt. Dick Stamimer of pumper 6 barely got the words “The Chief is . .. .” when the gong sounded. Lucky for me I'm fast on my feet or I would have been trampled to death. . “Box 813, Noble and Market Sts.” called a man at the ticker tape. “Hold it.” ‘That's not for us,” explained Capt. Stammer. “Say, if youre going to be with us tonight you're going to have to MOVE when we do. Now, fet's go seé¢ the chief.” Chief Charles Gregory, a veteran with 40 years of fire fighting behind him, looked me over and seemed satisfied. > “During the early part of the ‘evening you can ride in the battalion car with Lt. Glenn Wills and myself,” said Chief Gregory, “and after we go to bed
you can ride pumper 13 with Lt. Emil Weimmer and
his boys.” I was in.
FAST DESCENT—A "fire fighter” of pumper 13 swallows hard and looks up the brass pole during a practice slide at Statfon 13.
‘We're OF and Running: CAPT. STAMMER and Lt. Wills, the chief's aid, | scoured the firehouse for my gear. ‘All told I had Lt.- Charlie Shipley's coat, Bill. Wyss's night® pants and boots, Loren Booth's spare fire hat and Herb Marsh's bed. Loren Booth was the only man' on duty that shift. The others would report inthe morning for their 24-hour tricks I was just beginning to relax in the chief's office when the private phone rang. Once agaih everyone jumped out of ‘his chair as if a 1000 volts had suddenly been introduced on the seat’ “That's you,” yelled Capt. Stammer. “Get going." The chief and his aid were dressed and waiting beside the red and white “buggy” when I pulled up, I jammed my helmet on backwards. The chief twirled it on right. Before 1 knew what was going on we were barreling with siren wide open down Marys) land St. Lt. Wills was driving to a fire and there was no; mistake about it. Incidentally, he has been driving the chief for eight years and has never even nicked a fender. The fire turned out to be a “Chic Sale” affair on Frank St. The records will show it to be a shed. We made the entire run in exactly 20 minutes. Back at the station I took a great deal of kidding about my first run. Next came instructions on how to slide down the brass pole. I was eager to slide until I looked down the hole in the floor and had my arms around the pole. I don't know whether I was scared or not. Maybe the word is leery of jumping through a hole in the floor. I had to slide three times before Capt. Stammer said he was satisfied I wouldn't hreak my neck.
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About 11 p. m. the men began going, to bed.:
Everything was quiet. With my night pants and! boots beside my bunk I laid my worried head on Herb Marsh's pillow. I did everything but sleep.
Rookie ‘Answers’ False Alarm AT 11:20 THE PHONE RANG (a still alarm from the Gamewell fire alarm system). Everyone hit the deck in a flash. There were big butterflies in my stomach. “The chief's call,” announced Capt. Stammer. Back to bed. A few minutes after midnight the gong sounded. the lights flashed ‘on and men began disappearing through the floor. Swallowing hard, with my pants, | half on, I reached for the brass pole. “That's not for us.” Charles Funk calmly told me, } “that's for pumper 13.” What a life. With conflagrations, flash explosions and screams of horror in my mind, sometime after 3 a. m. I fell
slipping out of the room with his night pants and boots. The nerve-wracking night with a million frightening thoughts was over. Let me outta here.
No Apologies
NEW YORK, Dec. 8—Although the -critics rend their garments as they bewail the present-day lack of a Scott Fitzgerald or a Thomas Wolfe, a quiet array of right good post-war talent has been edging into the picture. From the samples I've seen, the 40's aren't going to have to apologize at all to the 20's in the world of liter-a-chure
As a man who always thought that the fabled Fitzgerald was fuzsy and that the mythical Mr. Wolfe could have been honed down plenty by a copyreader, 1 am open to the charge of prejudice in favor of my boys, whom you will meet in a minute. While we're at it, I thought that all the whining, in print, that the lost generation lads were doing was pretty hokey . . . and that a shave, a job of steady work, and perchance a boot in the tail might have salvaged a heavy sector of our wishfully lost, post-war youth. I have just finished a brand-new book by a young fellow named Merle Miller, whom I happen to know personally. It is called “That Winter.” Mr. Miller shaves daily, He presses his pants. He drinks a little delicious, energy-building whisky from time to time, but he has never made a career of it. He lives in an apartment, ndt a garret. Mr. Miller, like a lot of other people, was in a war. Like a lot of other people, he lived through it, to graduate into the carnival of the peace. He has just completed “That Winter,” in which he tells you how it was and how it felt and what it tasted like— the new and glorious career of peace for men who were weaned on war.
Facts Looked in the Eye I DON'T KNOW where they got it, but thank the Lord they have got it, and .that's an essential honesty in some of our young writers which compels them to sit up and look a hard fact in the eye. If they snivel, they kick themselves for sniveling, and they admit to themselves that they are sniveling. They are not indulging in an orgy of sentimentality over what might have been or what they would have liked it to be. They are a breed of quiet young men. Hysteria is
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By Robert C. Ruark
—— not part of their trade—and I'm speaking of the good ones, They have not latched onto the gibberish fads—the Gertrude Steins and James Joyces and the other international Greenwich Village types. They find very little nobility in a dirty shirt, and they haven't cast themselves, sobbing, at the feet of the, atom.» We have some very mature young men put-| ting words on paper these days. I will cite you Thomas Heggen, a young Minnesotan, who was delivered of a tome called “Mister Roberis,” which was a story about war. It was the! simple, careful tale of the kind of war most people | fought—one part boredom, one part loneliness, one paft automatic. A young man named Elliott Chaze has just done a magnificent job of presenting the anti- climactic | end of world conflict in a book called “The Stainless Steel Kimono.” Chaze, an alumnus of the Associated Press, went through all"the obstacle-courses of a paratrooper’s preparation, and suddenly found himself mired down in peace without having fired a shot.
Reverence on Right Words
THIS HUMOROUS young fellow has a reverence for the right words. He kicks them around so well that you hate him, automatically, with the envious hatred of any writer for a better one. A Kentucky newspaperman named Guthrie has written, this year, a book called “The Big Sky,” which will stoop to no product over the years as a slice of Americana. A youngster, also a Minnesotan and a newspaper-
man, has just written his insides out on a book
We'll Be Go Fiiers in 2000, Says Designer
‘Glimpse’ Into Fuiure Put in ‘Time Flasks’; ‘Modest’ Guess Makes ‘L. A.’ Hub of Universe
By ROBERT RICHARDS, United Press Staff Correspondent NEW YORK, Dec. 8—They asked accessory designer Tina Leser to tell them how things would be 57 years from now, and you know what | mame Tina said? !
which is to be published next month. It is called “Eagle at My Eyes,” and for my dough it is the first true, good book on a very ticklish subject, the conflict between Jew and Gentile, with a bitterly honest appraisal of both sides of the fence. Thank you very much, old*timers, but I will take my new boys over your old ones. Mine may be bitter, but it is a controlled bitterness. They may be confused, but they are not snivelers; they are not theatrical-railers and head-butters. They are very competent young people with a talent for presenting the American scene minus ham.
Shirt Trouble
‘WASHINGTON, Dec. 8 (UP)—If the Pennsylvania Railroad is the forward-looking corporation it claims it is, it'll take Mrs. Anna M. Summers’ husband off a freight train instantly and make him a passenger conductor. Then we'll have some progress, or Mrs. Summers will know the reason why. There have been too
many males, including her husband and the other
gentlemen who run the Pennsy, ignoring Mrs. Summers’ ‘shirt sliminator. They've been polite about it, you understand, but pothing happened. They still wear shirts, So. Mrs. 8. put on her bonnet, Jocked her house in Pittsburgh for a couple of days and dropped down to Washington to see an acknowledged connoisseur— namely Othman—of boons to humanity. She said, and she is the kind of handsome, motherly-looking woman a fellow can helieve, that women all over the world (except in Pago Pago) are tired of washing their husbands’ shirts. (And then ironing them. Last April, it was, that she had her inspiration— 8 shirt bosom with collar attached and a harness arrangement of light elastic to keep it from slipping off the mascule chest. It ‘contained little more cloth than a handkerchief and washed as easily. The cuffs couldn't fray because there were no cuffs. The buttons couldn't. rip off the front because there was no need to unbutton same. : This was it. All the ladies: Mrs. Summers knew said it was wonderful. Their husbands—the 'brutes—acted like they agreed.
Spent $300 on Invention SO, SHE nired a lawyer and a patent attorney and spent nearly $300 getting her invention started through the mill of the U. 8. Patent Office. Then she went to her husband with a special
By Frederick C. Othman
hand-made shirt eliminator for him to wear and he
on a freight train and mostly he worked in his shirt sleeves. How could he do that without any. sleeves? And furthermore his back would get cold in the breezes. Now, said he soothingly, he'd be
delighted if only he had a job where he kept his flasks will be opened in 2004 when
coat on.
No Shirt Factory Help MRS. SUMMERS said, ves, but she wasn't, Once vou put a shirt on a corpse, you don't ever have to wash it again. So where's the saving in womanpower? In all Pittsburgh, Mrs. Summers discovered to her amazement, there was no shirt factory to help in her war against shirts. The city's second biggest
department store said simultaneously it would be they wrote, glad to buy some of her no-shirts for its men's wear present. “ John R. Christie,
display dummies and maybe even some for live customers, too
DESTINATION DETROIT—While in the midst of her office duties, Miss Pettit might be interrupted with a request by a company official to fly him to the Kaiser-Frazer factory at Willow Run, Mich. Before the take-off she plots the flight on a section map. She has more than 800 hours flying time and once was a co-pilot
ot by Lloyl B. Walton, Times Staff Photographer. A DAY'S WORK—Miss Elizabeth Pettit, stroling from the operations office at Sky Harbor airport with Ed Manning, instructor, is as much at home in a ‘plane's cockpit as she is back of a typewriter. Her position with Stewart Motor Sales, Inc., is a dual one. Part of her job.is secretarial at the automobile agency. When not
taking dictation she is writing another way—skywriting ads for her empl oyer. asleep. The next thing I saw was Capt. Stammer HE ’
Park Ave. on 35th St. ecies were placed on microfilm and
the club is 100 years old.
ANDREI GROMYKO, Soviet delegate to the United Nations, told the he was unable to spot events that far ahead. The 20 leading businessmen of Pittsburgh made
“We have a tough enougn time,” “keeping up with the
will ward Carson, 21,
ggled-Eyed
“Why everyone will wear goggles and fly about in the air,” Tina! said. “And people will feel it is immodest if they are caught in Ruslie] with their eyes in the open.”
Miss Leser's thoughtful contribu-!
of “woman's hi hair. One “press and]
tion was merely one of many items she's a _blonde.. Another and she's the Adver in Club of New said, honey, he'd sure like to, but he was a conductor York | Sing
a redhead or brunette.”
Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker, hai, 2 dent of Eastern Air Lines, predicted! that people, mail and cargo would be hurtled about at 2500 to 3000
miles per hour.
Jerry Siegall, 11, of Brooklyn,
said:
“For food we “Will eat a pill. Of course, in school there will be uo
books.”
But he thinks that boys probably still will have a hard time figuring
out their arithmetic problems,
Two Joyridi ing Fliers
Found Dead in Wreck
CHARLEROI, Pa, Dec. 8 (UP)— the Advertising Club of Los Angeles, The bodies of two student fliers, EdThis was an impasse. That's when Mrs. Summers modestly predicted that “EA came to me for advice. She said her husband was a be the hub of the universe by 2004. Donald Boyd, 23, of Allenport, were fine man, except that he wouldn't go shirtless. I This same opinion, oddly enough, found yesterday in the wreckage of | said (if the Pennsy put him on a passenger run was shared by several gentlemen g Jight airplane they had * Sorrow” firms executives. A flying bug”
he'd have to keep his coat on and then he'd have from Houston, Tex. except that they for a Saturday night joyride.
no excuse.
Mrs. Summers said (and there was a dreamy | look in her eye) that this certainly was true, but pgwmch replied: “I cannot see far she would not want to do anything to embarrass ,n,.gh ahead in the crystal ball intelligent answer to" your letter of Nov. 7."
him, or the Pennsylvania Railroad, either. So there you are, railroad with a heart and soul.
Don't go blaming Conductor Summers for this, or|
his wife. Just put him on a passenger run for the
Rocks With Tears
HOLLYWOOD, Dec. 8—Jack Pepper's current singing engagement at a Hollywood bistro reminds me of Ginger Rogers. Jack was her first husband, but the marriage went on the rocks quickly and with many tears. Just before Ginger was ready to take her gecond husband.- Lew Ayres, a fan magazine writer was talking to Ginger and her mother, Lela Rogers, gbout the wedding prior to doing a story about it. “I hope,” sighed Mama Rogers, “that you write a ver) nice story. After all. this is the first GOOD marriage
~Ginger has ever had.”
MacMurray's Cattle Pay Off
SAM ied who was Ingrid Bergman's leading man in “Joan of Lorraine” on Broadway, will
«make hiy’ permanent home here. Re clicks big in
”
aby Erskine Johnson
Fred MacMurray's cattle-raising farm, near San Francisco, will gross nearly $200,000 this year
the East.
Films Go Cycling Again
started by Harry Sherman's “Tennessee's Partner.”
started by a national mag article
Despite her good performance in the recent “Abie’s
Irish Rose,” Dick Haymes’ wife Joanna Dru, is turning
Ms Pick Bayes: |
| substituted Houston for Los Angeles.
~ ~ ~ GEN. DWIGHT D. EISENHOWER benefit of all womankind. If you want to blame and Nelson Rockefeller also said anybody, Pennsy, blame me, but remember I'm a thanks, good customer. And I could ride the B. & O.
they weren't having any. The present is trouble eneuEh
But Joseph .P. Oakes, tising man from ‘Lawrence, Mass, stepped up with his chin out and Drticted cancer would be wiped
“Department stores will be entirely automatic,” Robert Walker is carrying a torch again for women will examine dresses through Florence Pritchard, the ex-Powers model, now in television.” Paul G. Hoffman, president of the Studebaker Corp., said he believed there would be a United States of TWO MORE FILM CYCLES coming up. EVerY (np. world by 2004. studio in town has a gold-mining story in the works, Designer Joset Walker said clothes will have their own temperature The other is a series of Foreign Legion pictures, .,nditioning units.
, 88 the wearer desires.
” ~ . MISS WALKER also predicted: ~down all long-term contract offers. She wants to do “The a film occasionally, but her principal role will be -as changed by pressing a button. In ads, peeve his tay iow by dou
WORD-A-DAY
By BACH
of Dunlevy, and
| rapidly is becoming an adopted Hoosier.
VERSATILE
(var / aa -til ADV. TURNING WITH EASE FROM OME THING TO ANOTHER; ABLE | TO DO MANY THINGS WELL
Local Secretary-Flier Jots Letters On A Keyboard In The Skies
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PERSONAL CHECK — Miss Pettit, who serve’ during the war in the WASPS as a ferry and test pilo leaves nothing to chance. Here she begins an exam nation of the smoke-writing equipment on a compan plane before taking off to do an aerial-advertisemen
PICK-UP SWOOP — Gunning the engine, Miss Pettit starts a climb as the tc rope makes contact with an advertising banner. The banner will trail the plane .
the end of a 300-foot rope. Her approach must be
perfect to effect contac
Holding the banner in place is Emmett Alexander, salesman for Stewart Motor Sale lnc., and an: avid aviation enthusiast. Miss Pettit came to Indianapolis last Qctob after a varied career which included her government service and seven years sec
“tarial experience.
% |sharper, now is under sentenc{three years imprisonment afte
TAKE A LETTER — Something of a roving secre-
tary, Miss Pettit takes dictation frem a number of the | since 1943, when she |was working as a sales manager
| got her private license, she finds her new job admirably suited to her. talents. A native of New Jersey, she
By Paying Service Fee
Die in Home Fire ST. LOUIS, Dec. 8 (UP)—A St.
GREENWICH, O., Dec. 8 (UP)— Louis bartender said today he was . going to bring back the nickel glass Seven members of a family of nine of beer and 13-cent cockiatls. died yesterday in a fire that trapped wijljam M. Ernst, a war veteran, thefh in their sleep in a walk-up said customers who pay him a $1.50 apartment over a barber shop. The weekly service charge, will be pertwo surviving members were burned mitted to buy all the drinks they
want at what he calls “pre-infla-trying to rescue the others. tion prices.” He expected at least
Victims were Warnie Rice, 47; his 200 to join. They must agree to stay wife, Estella, 43, and their children, a member for four weeks or more. Donol: 18; Robert, 14; Roy 3; Mar-, A member may bring his wife or tha, 15,-and Texas Joe, 7. The sur- girl friend to “his club at any time vivors were Dewey ‘Rice, 21, and at no extra charge, Mr. Ernst said. Everet Ratliffe, 25. a half-brother. “I don't want the novelty of EE — nickel beer to go to. anybody's 3 Killed in ” Collision head.” he said. “Every one has got
fo behave. ” KITTANNING, Pa, Dec. 8 (UP)
~Three Kitta ing youths were $25 KILLER DIES IN CHAIR killed yesterday when their auto-! BELLEFONTE, Pa. Dec. 8 (UP)
'mobile smashed head-on at* 70. —William Chavis, 22, of Phila-{miles-an-hour into. a truck uear delphia, died in the electric chair
{here. The dead were Thomas today for the $25 robbery-slaying
| Stubbs; 25, William B. Manenski, 26, of Prancis Erchard Jr. 24, a Unis
and William ¥ Whited, : "vessity of Pennsylvania student.
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Seven in Family Nickel Beer Proposed
Sleuth Cracks
Gasoline Racket
Scotland Yard
Does It Again
By. ERNIE HILL . Times Foreign Correspondent LONDON, Dec. 8—Scotland * detectives, immortalized in»
{dunit fiction, claim to have cra Britain's biggest black wma mystery.
It took a year's patient sleut!
{before dapper Douglas Barrin;
better known as Barry the Toff,
caught with stolen ration ticket:
a million gallons of gasoline in swanky uptown office * Barrington, 47, a forméy n actor, gem thief, forger and «
quick trial. His accomplice rece. the same penalty, 8gt. Jack Marchand, quiet, spoken Scotland Yard man, so the case in true dime-thr. fashion. Driving Rolls Royce Visiting Londons expensive end night clubs, Sgt. March noted that Barry the Toff spending a lot of money on bls and booze. He was driving a Re {Royce about the Mayfair distri. It was discovered that Barrin
8 manufacturing firm for
{monthly and commissions. Yet {night spot bills were running ab {$200 weekly.
Then he discovered that Barri {ton was having frequent meeti
\with Sidney Martin Woods, 34.
various joints for quiet conve: tions. So Sgt. Marchand turned his tention to Woods. The accomp was the man he wanted to wa Yard Swoops Down Woods, a flashy dresser ana | talker, was tailed. He was fou to be meeting people with consic able money in various restaura and saloons. He was obser handing sealed envelopes to th and getting sealed envelopes in : turn. Certain of the line-up, * Mdrchand and the flying squad Scotland Yard swooped down. They raided Barrington's off and Woods’ plush apartment. Tl
found 65.000 coupons good for
million . gallons of gasoline. 1 coupons had been stolen from Ministry of Fuel's office in Cardi. Barrington went quietly. He h
‘no defense. He and Woods we given three years at penal servitu
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