Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 June 1948 — Page 13

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. HOW WOULD YOU like to be able to step out of your front door and pick yourself a batch of gour-leaf clovers any time you felt in the mood? jt would be a fine situation, wouldn't it? That's what I thought when I hightailed it to the iI home at 2131 E. 44th St. Instead of a y of excited shamrock gatherers, you know what I found? A matter-of-fact group that me saying, “Sure, we have a yard full of four-leaf clovers. Would you like to pick some?” . William Mitchell said she and her hushave found so many four-leaf clovers that she doesn’t even press them in books anymore. re too common. Only five-leaf eclovers

t anymore. ’ en Mrs. Mitchell mentioned five-leaf clovers and went into the house to get the proof, 11-year-oid Henry piped up and declared he found a sevenleaf clover “once.

looking Over a 6-Leaf Clover

‘JN SPITE of the fact that his two younger prothers, Frankie, 6, and Mike, 4, backed him up, 1 found it rather hard tb believe. Then their sister, Barbara, 9,°sald Henry was right. Maybe so, put 1 figured I had better ask Mrs, Mitchell. with my own eyes I saw the five-leaf clovers and with my own. ears I heard Mrs. Mitchell say that Henry.fotind a six-leaf clover.

Henry protested the decision and announced

EASY PICKING—It's no trick to find fourleaf clovers: on the William Mitchell “lawn. So, Mrs. Mitchell and young Mike search for fiveleaf clovers.

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woul to prove it. ‘It wasn't pr iong Setore be came running to where I had my SECOND SECTION" WEDNESDAY, JUNE 30, 1048 PAGE 13 n A } “See, Dre Sather one.” Mrs. Mitchell took one glance at it and said,

Sees Brown County Artists In Action—

I told him I had never had the pleasure but I

was sure the stuff was good. It must be because’

mrmeemeas They Paint, Enjoy Rustic Scenery

had inspired with a cold eye. That made me rather unhappy.

Within a minute's time, I had five perfect fourleaf clovers in my hand. The Broad Ripple High Schonl junior took my little gift with a smile: “They'll bring you good luck,” said Mrs. Mitchell. Henry told me he didn’t believe clover brought anyone good lutk. No doubt he was thinking of | the lawn mower he was pushing when I came, |

The. best clover patch is located at the foot of the front steps of the Mitchell home. Mrs. Mitchell can't explain why there is such a pro-|¥ fusion there or anywhere else as far as that goes. _

All she knows is that last year her uncle brought 100 pounds of grass and clover seed and it was planted. Late last summer Henry found the first four-leaf clover when he was supposed to be using the lawn mower. The hunt began until everyone in the family and neighborhood had their share. “One evening my husband and I found 30 while we sat on the steps and chatted. The novelty wore off, I'll tell you,” Mrs. Mitchell said.

More Fun to Sit in the Grass

THE CHILDREN were bringing specimens from all sides. It wasn't long before Gladys was bending over a patch of clover. “When you find one,” instructed Mrs. Mitchell, “put it in your shoe and leave it there until it Wears out. And if- you're lucky, tell me and I'll o it.” Gladys put one in her shoe and made a wish. I put one in my shoe and made a wish. The four Mifchell children, who were at the age where shoes in the summer are a nuisance, thought it might be a fine idea to get their shoes. But they're sharp youngsters. Going barefoot was more fun than wearing shoes and who knew for sure whether clover brought anyone good luck? If I didn’t have to go back downtown I would have thrown mine out.

It wasyt long befors. the search TOF fours A MECCA FOR ARTISTS—Brown County long has been a mecca for painters WITH DEFT TOU

CH—This is the first year Mrs. leaters dwindled Bo 3 slow stp. as more and their palettes. This year C. Curry Bohm, nationally known artist, reopened his Hester Talbot Gjerset, Chicago, has painted in Brown all, we had them i kets and sho d tnd : : : : County. In fact, she is just beginning to try her hand at Probably Were aittiny or oF heaoand shoes and! |andscape painting classes in the rustic southern Indiana county. He held nine such

; ; landscapes. Former! mmerci ion artist, she h If a guy could pick a 10- or 12-leaf clover, that| summer sessions before the war and attracted artists from over the nation. Here dscapes. Formerly a commercial. fashion artist, she has might be something. Otherwise, why not just sit

(Picture-Story by Victor Peterson)

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——— — — i in,c0o ® : : Fights and Freud “NEW YORK, June 30—I sure do hope Joe Louis continues to stand firm about permanent retire-

ment from the fight business, after 11 years of championship.

This sports dodge is no place now for us old fogies with bald spots. That is why I quit sportswriting some years back. I could see that the day would dawn when a sportswriter would have to know something to keep his job: A new, vast, intricate era of sports is beginning. It is all mixed up with psychiatry, television, literature, jurisprudence and high-bracket accounting. It is no place for a fighter whose simple creed was that a short right hand to the chin was better than a college education—or a writer whose only technical accomplishment was the knack of keeping an accurate baseball boxscore. It'gave me quite ’a nasty turn to see that the Associated Press had hired a psychiatrist to expert the late Louis-Walcott conflict. Obviously the Freudian frustration has replaced the rabbit punch. And I am unprepared to deal with it. The AP's tame bone-pointer, Dr. J. L. Moreno, delivered a lengthy harangue, the day before the fight about the impact of rain on Louis’ sensitive psyche. He said Joe, who was vain, would be most likely to suffer from the frustrating effect of postponement. Walcott's greater sense of humor, he said, would help him survive the delay. He said both of them might wind up in a mire of self-pity and self-excuse, disastrous to their effectiveness.

He Prefers the Old Days

NOW, I ask you, how in the name of John L. Sullivan is an ignorant fight-writer going to know all them things? I can talk about a left hand like Charley White's. And I know enough to always call blood “claret” and “gore” and “crimson cascade.” But I am short on syndromes and fresh out of emotional blocks. If I'am running a sports desk again, I will maybe call up Dempsey and ask him what he thinks. And before long his spook will deliver me a good tight script to the effect that the best man is a cinch to win, five hundred smackers, please,

World Bank

WASHINGTON, June 30—The biggest bank in the world doesn’t seem to be the place to finance a second-hand automobile. A waste 6f time for safe-crackers, too, because it hasn't got a safe. Fact is, I doubt if it has any actual cash money. The sign ‘on the flossy office building on H St, says, International Bank for Reconstruction and Development. The desks are shiny, the chairs are soft, and the help speaks Chinese, Dutch, French, Spanish — and other languages too numerous to mention. The boss man, though, is John J. McCloy, a one-time New York lawyer in a Palm Beach suit and a cautious mood. He has got his problems. He calls his outfit for short, the World Bank. And everybody, including Othman, wants to float a small loan. Mr. McCloy has $8 billion in capital ~—mostly put up by the U. S. government, and he's supposed to lend it out where it'll do the most good rebuilding the world. So there he was in a large air-conditioned office—with a handsome map of the world in water colors at one end and his desk of burled walnut at the other—holding a press conference with the financial writers. These are sophisticated fellows. They argue about who's going to Pay the cab driver (they tried to stick me) and then go upstairs and casually talk with the biggest banker in all history about billions.

Has Plenty of Problems SO ONE of ’'em wondered how Mr. McCloy was getting along with his little mortgage deal on Dutch ships. Involving $26 million or some Buch small amount. “Small amount?” exclaimed . Mr. McCloy, blinking behind his gold-rimmed eyeglasses. ‘That's beaucoup francs.” Anyhow, he hasn’t made the loan to the Dutch Yet — and if he does it won’t be for $26 million. Neither is he going to slip the United Nations any billions to build their skyscraper headquarers in New York. He talked about it with his directors. But they agreed'in French (which most of em speak pretty well) that a de luxe office building on 42d St. isn’t exactly fixing up wartorn Europe. :

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“in th a f . dont G 5 Rochester. indi” MiB b done little in the field while rearing a daughter. A grad2 ey oa he clouds youl by: Mr. Bohm (le f assists student George, Baum, Rochester, ind. MWe, gum 8Cam® vate of the Academy of Fine Arts in Chicago, she cur“You keep it, Henry.” interested in painting years ago when he would take his daughter pn location so she rently is studying portraiture at the Chicago: Art could sketch. Institute.

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because the old mauler never worked for me. This sort of prefight ballyhoo, to tickle the appetites of the customers, was regarded as ethical, since you had fighters commenting on fighters and not muscling into other rackets, like psy-!} chiatry, say. : It did not even outrage the customers when|:S old Dempsey got a little confused, one time, and picked two separate winners for two separate publications. In these troubled times, a writer cannot always keep a firm hand on his ghost.

Too T~-'~h to Tackle

BUT IT was comforting to observe that Louis was sufficiently old-fashioned to ignore the dire predictions of Dr. Moreno. His abject frustration extended not to his right fist, nor did Walcott’s spiritual advantage inject sufficient calcium into his jaw to keep him erect after the 11th. However: it would only be a matter of time] before some blabbermouth would be coaching the fighters on this grisly voodoo, and they would enter the ring a tremulous mass of short-circuited reflexes. It is then that your fight writer would necessarily go to his ringside seat with a scorecard, a copy of Zilboorg, and the latest excerpts from Mary Hayworth, He could be fired for saying that the champion lost because of some deep-buried mother fixation, if in actuality he lost because the challenger reminded him of his first sweetheart. His prose might be deepest purple, his similes magnificent. But unless he could trace the winner’s atavistic ferocity back to a boyhood hatred of his grandmother, he’s out on the pavement— looking for a job. Apart from boxing, the newer, vaster responsi-

bility of $e spesis Jeiter becomes evident Base. NOW THIS LINE—Gianni Cilfone, Chicago, points PIE TIN PALETTE Besides the fun of painting, Mrs. Maude R. Merritt finds in courtroom litigation, and dabble with wages| out a flaw in the landscape of Mrs. Russell Howard, also great enjoyment in associating with artists. For 23 years she has been active in the

and hours. : . ' It is too tough for an old metaphor man to| of Chicago. Mr. Cilfone, who has painted Brown County

tackle. I am glad to be out of the business, and| .: : ted i or 1 HR on. He a rr ee Ta since. 1940, is assisting Mr. Bohm. Mrs. Howard is a with two fine fists, and I should hate to see him| graduate ‘of the Chicago’ Art Institute and taught art drop a duke to the restless shade of Sigmund

Municipal Art League of Chicago. For the past I5 years she has aided in its direction as vice president. A student of art since her youth, she also is a. graduate of the Academy of Fine Arts. This year Mr. Bohm's ‘classes will be held through August

Freud. for several years in Wisconsin and Ohio schools. Two Rodda ; a seen [550115 are held daily, one’ in the morning, the other in _ and rp is gan in both oil and water color. Each person receives individual : the afternoon. instruction in his work. By Frederick C. Othman

Mr. McCloy and the financial pundits then got to talking about the scheme to spend a few millions behind Russia’s Iron Curtain for new saw mills, so the countries in Western Eurcpe could get some lumber, maybe. That's the trouble.

A Weird Kind of Profit

THE FELLOWS are talking about this now in Geneva, Switzerland, and Mr. McCloy is in something of an embarrassing spot. As a banker he doesn’t think Yugoslavia, Poland and Czechoslovakia at the moment are such hot risks.

But if England, France and the other countries in the West want to guarantee the loan, that’s different.

International politics is all mixed up in this, And what if Russia takes the new lumber mills) and thumbs her nose at the gents who guarantee; the loan? Mr. McCloy didn’t exactly put it that way, but] it seemed to be what he meant. And he was durned if he knew how the United States would vote on such a loan. The whole deal is mixed up, kind of, and he| said he'd certainly appreciate it if the financial writers would be mighty careful how they wrote

I hope I haven't embarrassed a man who seems to have too many bosses, but how he manages to keep out of the soup I don’t know. Those diplomats are awfully touchy: About the only thing that really makes Mr. McCloy happy is the fact that the bank is turning a weird kind of profit. I-don’t know whether it| also makes me happy as a taxpayer. But as I| understand it, he got nearly all his capital from the U. S. government. Then, while waiting for good spots to put it out at interest around the world, he bought U.-8.| short-term treasury notes, which pay a little interest, themselves. . I may be simplifying the deal too much, but] our government seems to be paying the world bank interest on its own money. And’ if you want to lend me $10 until payday, I'll let you pay me some interest for the privilege. |

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- Li oD, — i i RITICAL EYE—Mrs. R. J. Schlicher journeyed from the 599 ?2?2? BROWN COUNTY CANVAS—Mrs. Harriet Jeffries, Carmel, THE C : PP? Test Your Skill | read "Life Begins at 40" when she was 40 and began to paint.>In eight scenic beauty around Lake Géreva, Wis., fo study under Mr. Bohm. What were the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?| years she has become an accomplished artist and spends most of her She paints for a hobby and only took it up two, years ago.’ She om They are supposed to have been a part of the g;mmers in the picturesque county. She always had the desire to paint. fesses to not having too much time to devote to it as a growing fam y grb denies gg Naber acta mar] After rearing her family, she plunged into the task of learning-the in- keeps her absorbed. A brother-in-law, Karl Schiicher, is a member ‘© id eo. tor Sometaing Teembling tricacies of the art. : the DePauw University art department, "