Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 May 1948 — Page 13

, Dusty Rose

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HAVE YOU HAD your two pr— of milk today? How about Link Ey fruits, eggs, meat, cheese, fish, fowl, cereal and bread and butter? Look at the tip of Zour nite. Is it red? Do you have nigh Quick, a bunch of STOP THAT AMIN A Sfclency. You can tell something has happened to me. If you could sep me toting a bottle of milk around, stopping at every vegetable stand and insisting my bread be whole-grain or nothing at all, friend, you, too, would take the pledge. 1 hasten to add the pledge refers to a better diet. Let's not jump to conclusions, Ah, diet. Ah, milk, proteins, calories and thiamine.

Sel Him Straight on Diet. ..

WHY THIS sudden concentration on good Just spent some time with seven white

rats. The rats are currently getting free board

and room at Butler University. One might say

they- are unwilling members of “the Fundamentals in Nutrition class. Grace Whitesel, instructor, really was the one that set me straight on this diet business. (All hamburger joints that will lose my trade can blame it on her.) The sojourn into dietland began very pleasantly. Miss Whitesel Introduced me to Greta Petersen and Patricia O'Day, class members whose turn it was to feed and police the cages that day. Then I was shown the rat in the first cage.

DIET IS THE THING—Seven white rats at Butler University are proof of the vitamin pudding. Patricia O'Day (left) and Greta Peterson weigh “Schmoe.

Spy Crusher

. cage.

Miss Whitesel explained 4 that he was getting .a diet of powdered foods that was perfect as far as

* present-day scientific knowledge goes.

“Look at his fur, the pink of his ears and tail and notice how lively he is,” Miss Whitesel said enthusiastically, To me he wag just another white rat in a wire “Got anymore girls helping out here like Greta and Patricia? I asked in a whisper. “Here's Schmoe™ Miss, Whitesel was pointing yi te second cage. “He lacks vitamin Ain his e » For a moment I thought the Schmoe applied to me. Just a glance at Schmoe and you know the poor fellow isn't feeling too well. is eyes ‘were watery, red-rimmed and his sniffer had all the syniptoms sof too much distillery goods. Miss Whitesel denied he had been hitting the jug. “Vitamin A is all he lacks,” she added. “Why don’t you give him some?” Foolish question in an experimental laboratory. In order to prove how important diet is in our daily lives, controls have to be set up, charts kept, data recorded and rats like Schmoe. have to do without vitamin A, From Schmoe we proceded to “Zero” and “Percy.” Zero_lacks vitamin G and Percy gets everything but proteins. Zero is anemic and Percy has trouble keeping his weight up. Both rats offer concrete proof that vitamins are here to stay. Their charts resemble business trends in the early 30's. Their appearance would get them into any breadline without question. “Control”, “resides next to Percy. This little fellow is a “Joy to see after Schmoe, Zero and Percy, Control eats the actual food as prescribed by Columbia. From the way he hopped around his cage, Control could take the diet for the rest of his born days. A happy rat is Control.

‘Softy’s a Sorry-looking Rat’ A SORRY-LOOKING rat is “Softy.” Just by eliminating milk from his diet, Softy looks like a refugee from a DP camp. Drink milk, kids, Drink it morning, noon and night. “What's that?” “We don’t have a name for him,” answered Miss Whitesel. drinks. You're probably familiar with people who follow that sort of diet.” Miss Whitesel had no idea how familiar I was. For a’second I saw myself in the cage occupied by the “Nameiess One.” A candy bar in my coat

pocket felt like lead.

“One day inthe life-span-of a rat is.eguiv to one month in the life of a human; Miss sel was saying. “By observing these rats we can learn--the effects of diet and act and. teach accordingly.”

“WEDNESDAY

Candidates And Party Leaders Watch Vote Returns Come In

SECOND SECTION

*That rat lives on candy and soft}

Miss Petersen and Miss O'Day said their diet]

habits have improved greatly since they enrolled in the course: They “learned a lot” since they

began working ‘with rats, the girls said.

By Robert C. Ruark

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NEW YORK, May 5—I met one of the most valuable old gentlemen—on the hoof, 1h the country, the other day, He. is, for instance, a man who can forge a perfect banknote-—~and make-the paper to print it on. He is a man who, at 73, has been throwing kinks into spies, forgers, unwelcome aliens, checkraisers and counterfeiters since well before the first World War.. 1 guess he’s the only man alive who knows all the fabulous, jealously-kept secrets of the Treasury Department's Bureau of Printing and Engraving, the place that makes that old green stuff. Burgess Smith is a suave, witty old man, who wears a standup collar, a grim black suit, and an air of gentle cynicism. He can recite the entire minutes of a board meeting, from memory—but can't remember to read his mail. He is one of the last of the basic inventors, of the Edison school. He had little formal education ~but he took out his first patent at the age of 14. Mr. Smith is the research chief of the Todd Co., in Rochester, N.Y. Hd 18 the inventor of the check paper which breaks out in a rash of “Void!” signs if you try to alter it. And he is currently perfecting a similar paper with a sound

' track in it, which would scream “Forged!” to a

routine test for tampering.

He Knows Hair-Raising Stuff IN WORLD WARS I AND II, Mr. Smith perfected papers with hidden, criptic seals that couldn't -be-duplicated.. They. were used in. identification cards for the military, as well as for valued civilians, our own spies and underground workers. He produced 15 million ID cards in the last war, Just to be on the safe side, he has worked out some new wrinkles in this sort of non-duplicatable credential. He showed me some hair-raising stuff I'm not supposed to talk about. During the war and peace, Mr. Smith's wise old head has been a national safety deposit box of vital, secret information. For more than, 15 years, he was head of the federal anti-forgery and counterfeiting labora-

Straight Dope

WASHINGTON, May 5—1I invested $1.25 cash, spendthrift that I am, for the straight dope on who's going to be elected President. For my money I got a small piece of meat with gravy.

-0n.it, coffee, stewed peaches—and a tale of woe

from the poll makers. Dr. George Gallup didn’t know yet who'll be the next President. Archibald M. Crossley, one of his chief competitors, sald if the election is extra close, he may. not know for sure who gets ™® thé” nod until the votes are counted. These gentlemen, who are in the business of asking people questions and indirectly selling the answers back to them, were the main speechmakers at a Natioaal Press Club shindig. They were a little cagey, with plé®y of "“if's” about crawling out on any limbs. You can't blame ‘em for that, If the limb breaks and the wrong gent is elected President, they're out of business. You remember what happened to the Literary Digest in 1936. It elected Alf Landon President; pretty soon there wasn't any Literary Digest.

They All Worry About Michigan

THE BIG balding, bass-voiced Mr. Gallup and the blondish, plumpish Mr. Crossley agreed that their systems of asking questions of cross-sec-tions of the population are better than the Digest's, They figure that along about October they'll both be able to tell within 3 per cent what the vote will be, But what if the election is closer than that? Like the time Charles E. Hughes thought he'd beaten Woodrow Wilson, until pelated returns from a few thousand Californians changed his mind? * Should that happen, the Messrs. Gallup and Crossley are out of luck, And then, of course, there's the state of

The Quiz Master

Where is Adm. George Dewey, the hero of the Spanish-American War, buried?

The body of the sdmiral was transferred .

from ATR Cemetery to a crypt in the National DNthadeal, Wastdngtom, D. C., in 1925.

How

* ; 41 many Nurians entered the u. 8 in

ber ‘of Rus-

tory. The position was of such extreme financial importance to this country that the old-gentle-man's job was taken out of civil service control,

“by presidential decree.

The fruits of Mr. Smith's brain include a licens-ing-paper approvable only by the few who know its secret—and the system by which our passports are nearly impossible to duplicate. Once, at a congressional currency hearing, Mr Smith's validity as a money-making expért was challenged. To prove his capability, the old man went home, got out his tools, and overnight turned out a perfect counterfeit bill, immune to all available tests’ They then decided he was too capable a witness, I asked him if he could still do it, and he murmured drily that he rather thought he could duplicate the job today, and what denomination did I prefer?

Swindled the Country—Legally

MR. SMITH is also the man who swindled the country, legally and on order, with phony stamps. Years -ago--when the rush switchover from 2 to 3-cent stamps was made—Mr, Smith was ordered to counterfeit the new threes, using a zinc-plate, offset method—until the new and legally required steel engravings could be produced. Mr. Smith's non-detectable phonies were in use for several months, and are collectors’ ftems-today. : There are intricate, superimposed patterns of dois and designs on Mr. Smith’s forgery-proof pa-

pet, which expose the tell-tale clues of validity un-

der polarized fight His technique is # far in ad-|

vance of copyists that, although the patent expired years ago, nobody has yet been able to approach the process. There is only one thing that bothers Mr. Smith, as he rolls along in the 70s. For years they have been trying to corral a bright, trustworthy young man capable of succeeding the old gentleman, and of acting as a repository for his secrets. To date they haven't managed to dig up a worthy candidate. Mr. Smith is still carrying his accumulated wisdom around in his old black fedora.

By Frederick C. Othman

Michigan. Michigan. “We just can't hope to keep up with Michigan,” lamented Mr, Crossley. Sometimes Michigan is Republican, just barely. And sometimes "108 Dendritic, “by a split ‘whisker. Mr, Gallup and Mr. Crossley and Co, to bite their| fingernails, snap at thelr wives and develop ulcers. Worse than Michigan even, they agreed, is the fellow. who says he's going to vote for Harry Truman, or maybe Bob Taft, and then doesn't vote at all. This throws the calculations out of kilter.

Well, in Navember We'll Know

MR. GALLUP said what he'd appreciate is a law forcing everybody to vote. he'd like that, too—and also a ball-point pen which would permit him not only to write under water, but with all fingers crossed. So I sat there, toying with my stewed peaches and feeling sorry for the gents who'll lose their jobs if they make apy mistakes about the next President. Some of my fellow reporters were more hard-hearted. Like the one who asked Mr. Gallup whether the. Republicans were ahead now, or the Demgcrats.’ “I'd say,” sald Mr. Gallup, with .a “minimum of double-talk, “that the Democrats today have less than 50 per cent of the vote. Yes, I'd put it down that about 44 per cent of -the population right now ‘would vote Democratic. But , The situation this year is complicated, all right, Mr. Crossley said. “Mr. Truman's popularity; of course, has nose-dived,” he added. “If the Republicans bring out a little known man, or a man without popular appeal, then (and you could have heard a powder-puff drop on a carpet) Henry Wallace's showing may be better than we think.”

The poll takers lose sleep over

Mr. Crossley said |

And that's all I know now about next No-

vember. About $1.25 worth, including lunch,

22? Test Your Skill 27?

How did the oven bird receive its name? This bird builds its mest among the leaves in the cover of the underbrush, / Leaves and grass arch over the top, and the bird enters through a hole in the side. The nest is shaped

much like an old: fashioned oven, hence the |

‘name, y * CU Tee Where is the largest Masonic Temple in the

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MAY 5 5, 1948

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«= REPUBLICAN HEADQUARTERS — These tabulation machine operators wait anxiously for returns from another procinet during a

Tull-in election tabulations af GOP headquarters;

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"WHO'S AHEAD?" —That was a familiar question fo Miss Betty ‘Nepper, worker at-GOP headquarters; last night. Here she crosses a precinct off the master chart as [left to right) Joseph J. Daniels, H. Dale Brown

and Herman Wolff watch. Senate:

This causes:

CONGRESSIONAL. NOMINEE— —Havering behind Democratic

worker Betty Cecel as she checks flash cards from precincts are two interested observers—Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Jacobs. Mr.

for Congress.

LEGISLATIVE HOPEFUL — Watching Mrs. county vice chairman. checking. in flashcards at Democratic headquarters, was Mary Garrett, candidate for nomination to the state Senate. turned to a big smile as unofficial returns showed her leading the voting for state

Jacobs" worried look faded-when unofficial results gave.him a 7-to-1 vote : over any one of his three opponents for the Democratic nomination.

These -tabulators- kept -a running score on all GOP candidates.

Mary F. Schackleford, Democratic

Later the anxious look

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Photos by Lloyd B, Wil! JUST LOOKING That's ‘what the three ont errien in the, back row are doing while A. J. Thatcher checks over tabulations at Demos _ ocratic headquarters. The watchers are (left to right] Jimmy Stinger: George Dailey, who won the: Democratic nomination for prosscutor,

and Paul 4. McDuff,

. ‘Times Staff Photographer,