Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 June 1948 — Page 13
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Inside Indianapolis
YOU'VE HEARD the expression “I'm going to shape.” Another old standard is “Boy, I
of us the latter statement means we
slow. The former, means a golf game, nine holes, and then a day off from work. Now, a different situation exists with a group of men who congregate almost every afternoon in the locker rooms of the YMCA right smack downtown. If you say you're in shape you better pe. And don’t let gray heads or bald ones fool u. yo There's one gray-haired gentleman down there who is the nemesis of anyone who dons handball gloves. Handball, in case you don’t know if, is a good game to get you into shape or kpock you for a loop. I'm telling you that as a warning,
A Delayed Action Bomb : GUS GRENZ is the gentleman with the gray hair and wicked serve, forehand, backhand, right arm and left arm. To an unsuspecting young buck who feels in “pretty good shape,” Gus is a delayed action bomb unless he knows you. Fortunately, the regulars around the Y know him. Here's the way things usually start out in the locker and wind up in the handball courts. The 61-year-old paper salesman comes down usually about 4:30 in the afternoon. He'll dress leisurely and wait for the boys. The “boys” will come drifting in calling to Gus and asking if he feels up to a game.
READY?—You better be ready when Gus Grenz steps to the service line in the YMCA
handball courts. He. doesn't let his él bother him, either.
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Bad Lands Chateau By stephen Trumbull
MEDORA, N. D,, June 29—Here in the heart of the “Bad Lands,” they are making this state's
leading bid for the passing tourist parade with an attraction as out of place as a Republican office seeker in Georgia.
It's a French chateau, sprawled across a hilltop right here where the West begins—and where the setting is otherwise as American as Hollywood horse operas and radio soap operas.
This chateau seems pretty strange to the passing tourist—but not half so. strange as it did to the rugged cowpoke of these parts when the Marquis de Mores came here in 1883 to build it. The marquis thoyght he was going primitive, He thought he was building a ranch house after this western style that so intrigued him at. the moment. But it actually turned out to be a French chateau. Another outsider, who later was to become pretty well known, moved in here about this same time and went to ranching. But he didn’t arouse nearly as much excitement. His name was Theodore Roosevelt. No one had any way of knowing that he later was to become Mr. Big up in Washington, .D. C. ; The state has made a park around the De Mores chateau. The federal government has made a Roosevelt national memorial to Teddy's memory, but the chateau outdraws it overwhelmingly. It’s so utterly fantastic and incongruous that the East-West motorist just can’t pass it up,
The Marquis Had Great Ideas
THE Marquis de Mores cames to America after his marriage in France to Medora Von Hoffman, daughter of a New York banker reported to have been so in the bucks that a $3 million dowry went with the bride. That's about the sum, some. of the local people say, the marquis dropped into his two-year venture here—a venture which was to have revolutionized the livestock shipping business. The marquis had great ideas, but somehow they never quite worked out. He later blamed a combine of Chicago and Kansas City meat packers for scuttling him. He was a pioneer in the refrigerated car business—and believed in killing
By Ed Sovola
The Indianapolis
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feeling in good shape. : 2 The Rev. Nathanial Urshan, Pentecostal min- = * ister, was the first to appear dressed for action. “Ready, Gus?”
Sire Of The World's Largest Fisheries
going to see should be pretty good. After all, Rev, Urshan is only 27 and left a pretty good°football record at Columbia University. . f hh The most amazing thing about handball is Rare RN the change that comes over a man’s T-shirt in a Fak ROT very few minutes. Three points after Gus starts 2 ET T% > batting the ball and a man is a mass of perspiring a ey flesh. The game goes to 21 points. Naturally, I had to stand outside the door to observe the game. The man let me slap the small black ball before the game started, It feels like hitting a stone. Even with horsehide gloves it's supposed to hurt if you don’t hit right. That's what they told me. “Don’t feel bad,” Gus told me while I rubbed my paw. I hope Rev. Urshan doesn't mind me saying that Gus beat him to the tune of 21-5. Really, it's no disgrace to get beat by the Y champion. Rumor has it the only man who objects to getting beat by Gus is Norm Brodey, a dealer in scrap metals and quite the boy with the little black ball. But, more about Mr. Brodey a little later. Two of the boys showed up just about the time Gus was finishing Rev. Urshan. Playing a doubles match was next, as usual. Architect Howard Garnes and mechanical engineer Fred (Bud) Zietlow decided to team up. '
How Did They Keep It Up? SOMETHING was wrong and Howard and Bud poured it on. By the time the game ended there were complaints that the gloves were wet, the ball was wet and so were the walls. I noticed the “oor was dotted with perspiration. Howard and Bud won 21-19. The second game, which left the men looking as if they had just emerged from the showers, also went to roward and Bud. It was supposed to be quits. I really didn't know how they kept it up as long as they did. Norm Brodey appeared and announced he was ready to take Gus on for a T-bone, steak. Gus didn’t hesitate. Remember, Gus’ age. Well, . even though Norm bellered like a wounded bull, Gus won 21-10. The bellering, understand, was in fun, All the way from the courts to the showers and the locker room, Norm kept up a steady chatter about what a stinker Gus was. They blamed one another for playing dirty handball. But when they finally parted they made suve about another game. Another T-bone. Gus said he keeps in shape by working out at least three times a week and eating the right food. |” I understand. The T-bones appeal to me but the| handball, I don’t know. . ; Maybe I'll try it someday when I feel in shape. |:
THE WORLD'S LARGEST—That is the claim advan pacity of Grassyfork Fisheries, Inc., where more than 400 life since 1899. Open to the public for inspection, it is lo
to the then swampy ground. A friend suggested he raise
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the meat on the range and saving the shipping weight of all that hide and innards. He built a big packing house here, corrals and! ice houses. He practically built the town and named it after his wife. But the local cattlemen appear to have looked upon him as just some- J thing of a Santa Claus with a French accent. The {iii big house and the 20 servants he brought here with him might have had something to do with| that view. y | Some ofthe locals are even reported to have! worked out some ingenious dodges for selling him & the same cattle and sheep twice—although this since has been denied by his foreman of that day. He also appears to have overlooked the fact that some of this range stuff is not fit for slaughter until it has been penned for a time and po oh a grain diet. In any event, the venture oldaed.
A Teddy Roosevelt Story | THE MARQUIS’ elder son, Louis Vallombrosa, gave the completely furnished chateau and its surrounding 160 acres to the state of North Da-| kota, though he still comes here on frequent visits. | Old Frank Roberts, now 89 years old and for| 68 years a Medora resident, works for the North Dakota Historical Society and collects the 50-cent tickets at the chateau gate. | He says he believes the marquis tried to be a| real fellow here byt just couldn’t get the idea of how to go about it. Now Teddy Roosevelt, Mr. Roberts will tell you, was a regular Joe and was accepted by all hands before he'd been around the place a month. Many of the younger generation here believe that Teddy and the marquis were great pals, but Roberts tells of at least one notable. set-to between them. ’ Teddy had made a deal to sell the marquis some cattle for 6 cents a pound. But, by the time he drove them in, the price of meat had gone dowri“and the marquis only wanted to pay 51 cents. ' > “Teddy and his cowboys drove em on back to the ranch, but wat until after T. R. done some first-rate teiling-off.” Old Mr. Roberts chuckles all over when he recalls the episode.
FROM OUTLYING POOLS—Sooner or later all fish are transported’ to the central ponds about the sorting and shipping headquarters. These men are part of a “mudder’’ team which collects the goldfish from the ponds scattered over several hundred acres. The fish then are kept in screened enclosures until they can be sorted. A pool is drained so the fish can be gathered as quickly as possible and with the least possible damage.
Clarabelle
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McLEAN, Va. June 29—This day I have spent in the back pasture with Clarabelle of the big brown eyes, the white spots (her ancestors having come from the isle of Guernsey), and the 12 quarts of grade-A per day. What I'm trying to say is that a cow is a wonderful beast, soothing to a veteran of the political wars ‘in ‘Philadelphia. And if you're
interested in Republicans rather than cows, I |
suggest you read no further. I'm taking a rest, in hope of getting some of the Philadelphia sting out of my feet and my eyes. This piece concerns the Othman Sanitary Dairy, Inc.—which, as I figure it, produces sweet creamery butter at the pominal cost of $9 per pound. : I never meant to go into the milk business “when I moved to the country last fall, ‘but I should have known, When my bride got the last touch of paint on the broken-down house and the new bathiub in running condition, she twiddled her. thumbs for a couple of days. Then I got a phone call at the office in Washington. She hoped I wouldn't consider it grounds for divorce, but she'd just bought us a cow, de luxe. She was tired of pa 22 cents a quart for milk and 97 cents a pound for butter. When I got home, there was pedigreed Clara- =» belle in the barn, mooing softly. Did you ever milk a cow? I never had, either, But my bride had a book on this interesting subject, which she'd picked up at the Agriculture Department. I studied this intensively and with the co-operation of Clarabelle, who was an even-tempered female if ever I saw one, we got some milk., Not much, but some.
Bought More Equipment
ONLY my bride wouldn't drink it. Said she couldn’t help it if Clarabelle had been tested for everything from nearsightedness to corns. She still might have some germs. Yep. We bought an automatic electric pasturizer. This ig an aluminum widget into which you
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By Frederick C. Othman
pour the milk and turn the switch. When the job is done, the machinery turns itself off and rings a buzzer so Farmer Othman won't forget his milk. All this time Clarabelle was drinking spring water, eating grass and gulping down large quantities of special cow feed, which costs $6 a sack and tastes (I tasted it) like breakfast food. Milk production kept increasing until Clarabelle was giving six quarts at each milking and that happened twice a day. I never did see so much milk, All over the place, milk. Everything we ate was cogked in it and still we had enough milk left over to take a bath, . A horrid idea, rewrted "Mrs. O, She'd get a churn.
Antidote to Politicians
I WAS appointed cranker and after whirling the handle for a solid hour sometimes I'd get butter. And sometimes I wouldn't. A churn is a mysterious piece of machinery; it also raises blisters on a fellow's thumb. I rebelled. My ever-loving dairy maid sent this apparatus back in trade for one with an electric motor. This is more like it. Gives butter every time and never gets tired. It also gives a lot of butter milk, which I don’t like. Drop by any time you'd like a glass. Please drop by. If you don't I'll be confronted with pigs. Or so Mrs. O. promises. I don’t know anything about pigs, but with the aid of the Secretary of Agriculture I suppose I could learn to love ’em—as I do Clarabelle. She produces the costliest butter there is, on an amortization basis, but she is a wonderful antidote to politicians. She stands there for hours, chewing her gum, gazing thoughtfully at me, and never saying a word. Doesn’t even moo, except when she wants to be milked. What Republican could rival her? Or Democrat, either? Tomorrow, full of good, fresh milk, I'll be feeling better and will return to matters affecting the state of the union. Until then I'll ecommune with Clarabelle.
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READY FOR SHIPMENT—Chain stores are among t hatchery and one giant truck can carry 200,000 fish in a
fish by hand.
Beauty Winner
WHEELING, W. Va., June 29, (UP)—Mariruth Ford, a shapely, |
excommunication from the Ro-| man Catholic Church today for | today.
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(fiance of the bishop of her dio-| The gang held up a suburban! cese. - gambling joint Saturday and shot |
Aimee MacPherson Pupil 'Semple MacPherson, moved from hearing, and a physician testified. Miss Ford, who wore a white, two policemen in a wild chase
Faces Cruelty Charge
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Juvenile to City Court today as'that he saw cuts on Bobby's |e niece batiting suit, won the In a stolen car. she was named |
of cruelty to her COLUMBUS, Ga., June 20 (UP) {J 4B (0
Evidence of repeated beatings medical attention, said Dr. Ben she hoped to go on and win the Fredendall, 18, who bragged to I'll always be around when you
in" four counts back, and infected burns on her| 2 | The radio appeal was made | 6-year-old feet and body. There were no title of Miss Wheeling over seven over a local station by Dolores] lindications that she had received competitors last night. She said Anderson, 17, and Shirley,
‘Miss West Virginia contest.
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ville on road 37. Scenic roads wind through the 675 ponds. There also are a formal and an informal garden, the latter containing a rock garden in the shape of a United States map. The business was founded by Eugene C. Shireman, who had fallen heir
carefully checked and then packed in special containers such as those shown here. a roe. Preparing a shipment are Eugene Hicks (left) and John Gadd. They count out the it adds oxygen to. the water. The 400 million goldfish:
Catholics May Ban Bandits Spurn-&é1 Friends’ Radio Pleas ‘l Want You in One Piece, Not a Million,’ Says Girl, Proud of Trigger-Happy Bandit
CHICAGO, June 29 (UP)—The radio pleas of two teen-aged asked him to surrender for her ent “wet” today whi 18-year-old blond, faced possible girs, asking their bandit boy friends to surrender to police Whore. / provigee, w y WhEh were hunting them in Illinois and Wisconsin, went unnaswered
The two girls broadcast their appeals to three young-bandits Both are stenographers and both|.,. v
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Picture story by Victor Peterson.
COMING ALONG FINE—Charles E. Fletcher, sur pervisor of sorting and shipping, checks the growth of; some five-months-old goldfish. Females lay their eggs in special ponds where they adhere to Spanish moss. The: males then fertilize the eggs which hatch young in five: to 10 days. The young are kept in protected water unt: large enough to be safe from preying animal life.
ced for the productive camillion goldfish have begun cated just north of Martins-
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FATE IS DECIDED—The fingers fly when Mrs. Evelyn Merideth (left) and Miss Mattie Davenport begin to sort the various varieties of goldfish brought in. Thosé which have not changed color are separated and sold as bait. All day long, five: people do nothing but sort the wriggling finsters. The hatchery specializes in common: goldfish, long-tailed comets, stubby-bodied Japanese nymphs, red fantails, spotted: calico fantails, varicolored shubunkins, red telescopes and black Moor telescopes: Shipments are made to virtually every country in the world. =
AT HOME—In a gleaming bowl, the bottom cove ered with colored stone, several fish get along swims mingly. Plant life should be included in the aquarium foe:
he heaviest buyers from the single load. Each ordef is
business began with an original 200,
\Proh:bition Outpost Finally Goes ‘Wet’ = Shirley made a similar appeal CHARLOTTETOWN, P. E. L.,
to George Mudra, 23. Shey, 39 (UP)—Prince Eawara {promised to wait for him, andiy...4 Canada’s only prohibition
: lits' 94,000 population voted to set Both girls are bleached blonds. |, a provincial liquor commis
place and shooting two policemen | were proud of their trigger happy| In a provincial plebiscite yes. friends Ww “to or boy friends. But when police terday the island voted almost Ten ere “tough, guys. | iged them, the girls quickly|3-to-1 to abandon its prohibition. Dolores’ appeal was addressed |... 0qled." : {law and permit the legal tv Jerry Malek, 21. | Police seized the girls on a tip chase of liquor similar to thie. “I want you fin one Tice trom one of their Reighbors Whe Canadian provinces. darling, not a million,” lores said he had seen a bullet-ri : said. 8 will stick by you, Jerry, car parked at their house the DISCOVERED IN 1808 and no matter how long it takes, day after the robbery. The metal tantalum was | The third bandit at large Is covered in 1803 but first Ernest Filbab, 21. on a cel
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