Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 June 1948 — Page 11

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too. . A Stickler for Realism «EIGHTEEN years,” Mr. Dunn answered nonchalantly, “Come on and let me show you around.” While I pondered, literally “weak and weary,” Mr. Dunn told me what I saw would cover 11 square miles if It were full size. Bélieve me, it’s quite an outfit, J I couldn’t quite conceive of anyone working 18 years on a miniature circus but I guess it takes all kinds. The first point of interest was the commissary tent. Mr, Dunn informed me that there were actually enough dishes to f, servings. Remember, that's for the miniature people of the Dunn rs Circus. “The table cloths fold and when we set the tables,” added-the ringmaster from Wichita, Kas., “we use tweezers.” “Do you use microscopes to dish out the food?” No real food is used. Just make believe. In all other respects, Mr. Dunn is a stickler for alism. For instance, around the cook house,

LOOKEE HERE—Harold Dunn gets right on top of his "Biggest Little Show on’ Earth" to

point out the more interesting features under

the big top to a group of visitors.

GOP ‘Carnival’

PHILADELPHIA, June 22—There was an’ angel standing in front of the Dewey camp on Broad St. Her wings flapped gently in the brisk breeze. The star that perched over her brow quivered, too, and her celestial robes rustled. "She had her sandaled feet crossed, and she was puffing on a cigaret. : Personally, I never saw an angel smoking a cigaret in Philadelphia, before, and I suppose very few of the throng around the Bellevue-Stratford had ever seen an angel smoking a cigaret. But nobody paid her any mind, although she was a pretty blond angel—and her robe clasped her torso like a sweater. The crowd kept milling, intent on its own aimless purpose, and few people were cufious enough to stop and find out that the angel was advertising a hamburger heaven. There was an Indian, in stock regalia, sitting in the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton, but nobody worried about him, either. A heavy scattering of people. in full beards and robes walked the streets, and aroused no special attention. You could probably squeeze an adult giraffe into any given elevator in” this town today, and the operafor would yawn. Because this convention is sheer carnival, so far. It is a county fair, a Kentucky Derby, a champion boxers camp on the eve of a big fight.

A Feeling of Unreality

I CAN'T conquer a feeling of unreality: Thousands of people dash this way and that, and nobody seems to know anything. Odd characters wearing strange haberdashery corner you in lobbies, and give you the deep lowdown in terse phrases, through the corner of the mouth. A guy will come up, grab you by the lapel, and mutter: “It’s in de bag for Joe Martin, see?” , .. accompanied by some gibberish designed to convince you that Taft, Dewey, Vandenberg, Stassen and ‘the motley favored sons have all signed a pact to go in the tank for Joe. It smells like a fight crowd. or a pre-Derby crowd. It talks with the baseless assurance of a boxing expert or a horse tout.

1730 people in two

143 trunks. wagons for the menagerie.” I noticed an inebriated fellow hanging telephone pole. In a secluded corner of the Sounds was 4 coups holding hands. was a dog and cat fight raging nearby. Mr. Dunn didn’t take of realism. That was the the only live clown with Miss Frank joined years ago in Wichita. ing in a hobby shop buying. Mr. Dunn’s osity that she “ran away an That was three years ago.

See It—Hard to Believe It

JUST as Mr. Dunn never expected his hobby to grow into an exhibition piece, Miss Frank never expected to be a clown. It when Toledo, O., weather prevented a group of orphans from coming to the circus. Instead, the circus went to the orphanage with Miss Frank! duked out as a clown.

She frankly admits she surprised the children| and herself. ‘‘Maybe it's because I like children to be happy. Anyway, I became the clown of the show as well as one of the slave laborers.” The boss, I noticed, was smiling, unworried. Anything I tried to think of which might stump the circus man, failed. I'm not making any excuses but Mr. Dunn has been thinking of his circus a lot longer than I have. ’ One feature that appealed to me was the airconditioning units for the big top. He insists if the units were built to scale, they would make the big top as comfortable as a living-room. Boy, that's for me. About the only thing you can say about the

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- Dunn Brothers Circus is, you have to see it to

believe it. It may be hard to believe even after you see it. 5 I'm wondering if -I could run away with the circus when it pulls out of town July 3. I think I could be a clown. No cracks.

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By Robert C. Ruark

It was in a crowd such as this that a man squeezed you into a corner to whisper tensely that it was in the sack for Carnera. It is the kind of crowd that will assure you that the champion is going to splash in the fifth heat, or that Citation has come lame, or that Bob Feller’s arm has suddenly soured.

What's Going fo Happen? YOU CAN smell the peanuts in the air, and the hotdogs . . . and the man with the dancing marionettes, on the corner, chants softly: “No strings! No wires attached!” te probably more newspapermen have intT newspapermen in Philadelphia this week than in the history of all large events. They don’t know what's going to happen, any more than the politicians who interview other politicians. Everyone seems to walk around in a forlorn hope of discovering something new from somebody, anybody. It looks like Dewey, somebody says, but that was before balloting, which most people assume will start either Wednesday night or Thursday morning. It brings fragrantly to mind the old story of Marshal Foch’s chauffeur, back in World War I. Each day an eager assemblage called on Foch's| driver. { “What did the marshal say? they would ask. “When will the war end?” And every day, Henri, | the chauffeur, would answer: “Le Marechal has not spoken. committed himself.” This went on for months, until, one day, Henri announced: “Today, mes amis,” he said, “Le Marechal has spoken.” “What did he say, Henri?” his friends pantingly asked. “Tell us, man, what did the marshal say?” A

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SECOND SECTION :

TUESDAY, JUNE 22, 1948

Hoosier Army Reservists ‘B

In Mock War

(Picture-Story by John

MOCK WAR—Hoosier Army reservists chose up sides’ and- fought a paper war last week-end at Ft. Harrison, with the Hoosier First opposing the enemy "Red." Here ‘at one of the switchboards of the Hoosier divisions, nerve. center of more than 18 miles of field telephone wire, are (left to right) Sgt. Leroy Sites, Lafayette; Sgt. William P. Killion and Capt. Ellis H. Mist. both regular: Army personnel at Ft. Harrison.

UNDER FIRE—A rush to the telephones brought rapid developments in the

chess-like war as the 329th infantry regiment learned

severe enemy artillery fire. The regimental staff got busy on a map directing

battalion counter measures against the “Reds.” Lt. M.

(left foreground), and Lt. Lester-C. Nagley, 381 N. Bolton Ave. (rear right), receive

telephone reports from observation posts.

“Monsier Le Marechal Foch spoke today,” | ’ , said the chauffeur. “He asked me: ‘Henri, when!

do you think the war will end?” That is Philadelphia in this hour of awful decision.

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No Planks

CONVENTION - HALL, -PHILADELPHIA, June 22—Those Republicans are making speeches about 2 T0440 WhO A beautiful lady in a dress which is likely to fall off at her next high note is singing songs. Ham sandwiches are going at 40 cents each, Not much ham, but plenty of mustard. You think I mind? The television gents are climbing around the rafters; they've got wire netting beneath ‘em so they won't spill pieces of machinery on the delegates. A leading Kansan, whose name I'd mention if I didn’t think he'd sue, is guzzling free beer upstairs in the lounge. I had a breaker of it too. Not bad. But that’s not what interests me now. Clare Boothe Luce, looking like a popsickle in the midst of a couple of acres of sweating humanity, delivers an oration. So does the Hon. Dwight H. Green, the governor of Illinois. ‘The honorable governor is the keynoter and handsome With hair of white, but the Republicans don’t pay him much mind. Neither do I. SE The most popular speechmaker is the g-r-r-r-r-reat Republican from the g-r-r-r-r-reat ‘state of California, the Hon. George Murphy (who makes movies when he’s not politicking). You should hear the delegates cheer when he moves that the convention be now recessed until tonight.

Great Welcome for All THE HON. GEORGE takes a bow and his teeth glisten in the artificial sunlight. Some of the Republican ladies squeal and jiggle their signs, which are bound in shocking pink. Honest. The placards of all the states aretrimmed in pink Plastic, which has a kind of neon glow against : ts

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The Hon. James H. Duff, whose hair seems almost as pink as the signs, welcomes us to the state of Pennsylvania. His honor, the Hon. Ber-

The Quiz Master

I Does air have weight? All substances have weight. Air, however, Is very light. A column of air an inch square extending from sea level upward as far as the atmosphere goes weighs only 15 pounds. This Is Salled atmospheric pressure. ; .

By Frederick C. Othman

nard Samuel, says he wants us to feel that Philly i8 ours. .And the Hon. Walter 8. Hallanan, the chairman of thé arrangements committee, spends a full half hour banging his silver-bound gavel on his baby-blue desk, trying to get the conven-| tion started.

A Victory for Othman | WHEN the folks calm down slightly, the Hon. | Walter says something about delegates and fellow | Americans, 92 years ago . . . he continues in a) voice that defies competitiorf to announce that we| are back in Philadelphia again to name the next President of the United States. Whee! Whopee!| The people cheer and the organ sends out bass notes, which brings shivers to their spines. Mine, | too, but I ignore it. Z The fact is, fellow citizens, that Othman, the tireless politician who has spent 16 long years campaigning against planks, has succeeded in get-| ting ‘em eliminated from this convention. I would have told you sooner, but I wanted to savor my| triumph. No more planks. { I'm talking about the planks with splinters in ‘em, on which I've had to sit every four years since 1932 when I began convention going. Nobody, I guess, has collected so many political splinters as me. Nobody has suffered more: Squirmed so much, or got so many red streaks imprinted into himself by the sharp edges. : I've pleaded with those Republicans and I've begged. I've been a one-man lobby against planks. I've even offered to settle for leveling the painful edges. wi] But the sadistic politicians have ignored me; until this year, that is. I bow low to the Hon. Walter, the man who. . . . _ Threw tHe planks out of the press box, and substituted undertakers’ chairs. The luxury of them is indescribable. |

Noh as war itself was

Here, S. Sgt. Robert Phil

BATTLE FATIGUE — As real the switchboard office.

nap ‘during his relief from duties as switchboard operator. The war started at noon Saturday and continuéd to noon Sunday with only catnaps such as the sergeant is taking for participants. They formed the only respite from the rigors of a concentrated paper

war.’

‘Homo Politicus’ Told in New Book Published

By Norton; Salesmanship Held Key Factor By MARJORIE VAN DE WATER Science Service Psychology Writer

WASHINGTON, June 22—1It takes a special kind of personality | Crate to lead a man to seek nomination in the turmoil of clash that mark a political convention such as that under way in Phil-|

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{scribed by Prof. Harold Lasswell, |specialist on the psychology of (Publ ; |politics at Yale University, in a| A disproportionately What state is known as the Mother of States? new book, “Power and Personal-|number of those holding public|for a short time yesterday when : ity” published yesterday by Nor- office come from professional ton. -

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Virginia.

|Lasswell, is a man with an intense and ungratified desire for deference,

This “homo politicus” is delarg

families of the middie class.

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To Train Officers

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MAP MANEUVERS — Purpose of the mock war was, to train officers in solving staff problems. Here plotting artillery fire to repulse enemy counter attack are members, of the 393d Field Artillery battalion of the Hoosier side. Left to right | are Lt. Col. W. G. Stephenson and Maj. W. Carpenter, Frankfort; Capt. H. B. Geurin, Lafayette; Lt. L. D. Acheson, West Lafayette, and Capt. G. W. Ritenow | and Maj. G. W. Smith, both of Lafayette. The Hoosiers were placed at a line at ' New Castle, Pa., and assigned to capture Youngstown, O.

CLOAK AND DAGGER BOYS-—Here are the “spies,” the "Red" enemy intelligence staff, correlating their inside reports of what's.going on on the Hoosier side. Kneeling is Capt. William R. Peoples, 221 E. Michigan St. Standing (left to right) are Capt. Willis . Repp, Capt. Jullian Lowe, Maj. Ross Crump and Lt. Col. William K. Kitchen, all of Columbus. 5

it was being subjected to

E. Gardner, 522 W. 43d St.

VICTORIOUS ENEMY STAFF-—These "Red" officers plotted the strategy that stopped the Hoosiers four miles short of Youngse town, O.—their objective. Visible to the camera are (left to right) the back of Lt. Col. H. L. Harris, Indianapolis, director of maneuvers; Col. Louis M. Alt, Lafayette; Lt. Col. Charles A. Sanders and Mai. George A. MacEachern, Indianapolis. At right is Col. H. A. Hathaway, Valparaiso.

this sight in lips steals a

Presidential ‘Hopefuls’ Seen Of Rare Personality Type

public service rather than per-jduct and ‘is likely to discipline sonal and purely private advan-/them severely when they fail to| tage. reach these ideals. Sometimes, The politician's desire for|Prof. Lasswell says the code is| power is sometimes born of al- baffling. { deprivation and indul-| “On the one hand he is sup{gence when he was a child. This posed to ‘be a nice boy’ and not s characteristic Prof. Lasswell fight or engage in perversity, but! | points out, of the middle classion the other he is supposed to

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And it takes a special kind of personality to be able 10 vgeqy | T2MIlY that holds children up to|‘stand up for himself’ iA alterca self to the voters and be elected to the office of President.

high ideals and niceties of con-itions with other boys.”

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