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HOW YOU DOING today? Say, got your flag Independence , you know.

1 stick together, gop, and it will pe if they are not overdone, right? But we're the 20th anniversary] 1axing it easy, aren't we? Just sitting and wondering what the “poor” people are 7 Just for the heck of it let's sort of relax and figure out what some of our neighbors are doing on this 172d anniversary of the signing of the peclaration of Independence. . The first neighbor that comes to mind is going to be easy. He's a city fireman and is on the job today. His-wife is planning to take the kids to the Butler Bowl tonight to see the fireworks Sahara Grotto is going to fire up about 8 p. m. That will be fun for the ki@ls.

pifferent Ways to Celebrate

THE FAMILY on Prospect St. is going to be a little tougher. About every year they leave all excited for Toledo only to come back full of stories about ‘how tough traffic was, how much chasing it. Her brother is onl around they did, how Johnny bopped a kid with a on’t have a chance fi baseball and how smart we were for “staying r take a tip from op put” We've heard all that before. Then there's that old couple on Clifton St. who we can be sure will sit most of the day on the porch and not say much. The old man still hangs his small flag up every years. It's probably as old as he is and yet if he hung up a new one it wouldn't seem right{ It would be interesting to

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HOW WELL DOES IT FIT YOU?—A lot has taken place since that day 172 years ago when the Declaration of Independence was signed. It's a good fime to think about "Our American Heritage." «

Ah Shudder, Suh

NEW YORK, July 5—Away down yonder in New Orleans, a man named Hermann Reutsch gits in a sweaty little cubbyhole—his hands poised over a rackety typewriter. Occasionally you hear a wild squall of triumph from Mr. Deutsch’s sanctum, and you know that once again he has found something wicked to say about the state of Texas. Mr. Deutsch is a professional Texas hater, just 2s he is a professional New Orleans lover. He has been claiming for some 50 years that ‘God manufactured N’Awlins with one eye on personal future occupancy. And that the waste building material went into a vast slag heap called Taixus. When the governor of Texas, out of respect for talent, not to mention personal charm, made me an honorary Texan, Mr. Deutsch blew a gasket. This spurious Cajun hammered out an editorial 80 slanderous, so downright vicious in its attack on both me and my adopted state—that Grrreat State of Taixus—that I would have sued him, or even invited him to duel—except he was taking me to dinner at Antéine’s that night, and I slay no golden geese. ? : The man is at it again, now. He waited until I was far away in South America, and then uncovered some facts tailored to smirch the fair name of my adopted state—and smear it he did. According to a Deutsch editorial, the citizens of Houston have just been apprised that they consumed 200,000 pounds of horse meat under the impression that they were buying top grade beef. Mr. Deutsch couldn't have been more pleased if Texas had seceded back to Mexico.

Can't Tell If It Neighed or Mooed

HOUSTONITES, says Mr. D., have never been noted for their reticence. “They are fond of remarking that when it rains pennies elsewhere, it is raining dollar bills in Houston—the inference being that none but the best was good emough for the best I'il old city in this best of all I'il old worlds. “Yet if the sworn testimony of a meat packer before the Harris County Grand Jury means anything, it is either that the quality of the beef Houston has hitherto been eating couldn't be distinguished from a sirloin or porterhouse or was a hospital case before the butcher got his hands on

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go right maybe we'll have picnic grounds : backyard, won't we? p n ow It’s a cinch that insurance salesman will have a fit if he wrecks a fender on his new car over the week-end. Boy did he scream and holler when | he had to pay $1950 for the crate. Of course, we don’t want to wish him any bad luck, but, wouldn't it be a deal if his wife scraped a fender? Mapie Road wouldn't be a fittin’ place to live for weeks. Guys like him shouldn't own cars or get married. Too bad about that pretty blond nurse who has to work today at General Hospital. Her friend from South Bend sure must love her and have a lot of patience to put up with a schedule like she keeps. Good gal, though. Somebody has to work and according to the paper they need a lot more girls such as Betty. Takes a lot of that stuff they call fortitude to be a nurse. Betty can't feel much worse than that salesman from Newark, N. J., who is fed up reading magazines in his downtown hotel room and wondering what his wife and kids are doing. It made him sick to have to send that telegram home saying he had to stay over the Fourth in Indianapolis. Just as soon as he gets back he’s going to ask to stay in the home office. Nuts on this traveling. It was OK when he was single but not now with a wife and two kids at home. That's the way it goes.

Yes, Sir, I's a Great Day WE CAN sympathize with that bus driver on| College Ave. but he shouldn't be so bullheaded about taking his family for a ride. He shouldn't have raised so much fuss even though he probably is sick of driving and wants to relax on the J front porch. It wouldn't tax his energy too much if [BE | he took the flivver and drove out to the country. | i Some guys don’t think. That's about all you can! say. There aren't very many people who are giving | much thought to the real significance of the day, | are there? In fact it’s a job trying to find one . . .| wuup . . . hold on ... . how about that guy on N.| Emerson Ave.? What's he reading to his 4-year-| old boy? “When, in the Course of human events, | it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve me_politieal bands which have connected them| another, and to assume of the earth...” SmORg the Powers) Who is he? Just a guy who likes it here and! wants his son to grow up with a clearer idea of | what a great place it is. There are going to be! plenty of questions about the Declaration of! Independence but he'll answer them. He'll learn! something, too. Great day, the Fourth of July.|

ed NICKEL, NICKEL, NICKEL — All night long the nickels clink By Robert C. Ruark: into 21 Automatic Hostess machines like this in restaurants and

bars over Indianapolis and a soft" voice sings out: "Your selection,

: oy Saf When 3 Houlton sol eid things 30) please." Such adornments as the pretty brunet on this machine and whether it had neighed or mooed while still roam-| a blond who decorates other machines cause the unseen girls behind \ng the grasslands deep In the heart of Youknow-| the mike to get almost as many requests for phone numbers as for

Sap. Deus saa Searvely Sontain his ghoulish numbers on the phonograph. But what the hopefuls on this end don't glee, cause, as ne points out, ere 1s one; . s . . . Texas trait that stands out above all others, it is. know is that their date requests are heard by everyone in the office

the legend of a Texan's love for his hoss—Orl of Meeker Music Co., Doctors Building, 224 N. Meridian St., and Paint his ve’y own self, Suh. that there's a rigidly enforced "no dating" rule.

His Faith Is Shattered |

HORSE EATING in Texas amounts practically] to cannibalism, and Mr. Deutsch says that this, practice has become so popular that the supply} of edible horses is nearly exhausted, and horses for hash are now being imported. | He now warns the Lone Ranger to get Silver; out of the state, before he finds himself flanked! by a portion of French fries on a Houston dinner table. Hiyyyyoooo, ketchup! When it comes to maligning Texas, I wouldn't trust Mr. Deutsch with a fact as far as I could § hurl him, but it seems to me he has my spiritual 2 home over a big, broad barrel. It is a horrid thing when a state that has ever capitalized on the love of man for his steed suddenly develops a craving to see said steed in a pasture of mashed potatoes and cole slaw. | It is even more terrible to think that a state which invented the cow can't tell O' Dobbin from Or Bossy, once he’s on a platter. As a com-| mentary on Houston cuisine, it is the infinite insult. | Certainly, my childish faith in Texas has been § shattered, and I am beginning now to have an awful feeling about the last barbecue that Messrs. $ Vernon Frost and Ralph Johnston pressed upon, m

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e. ‘ I thought it tasted a mite peculiar, but Mr. Frost kept swearing it was top-grade Brahma beef. - I believe IT know now, too; why Bob Kleberg developed a special breed of quarterhorse on the King ranch. iy 2 As for the fate of Kleberg's poor old broken

It looks to me like Mr. Deutsch has won this gd round, and all we can do now is lynch him, and then try to forget the whole horrible story.

Oh, Florence

WASHINGTON, Ju]y 5—The clerks of Gordon Greenfield, the ladies’ ready-to-wear man of Brooklyn and New York City, were hysterical Or else they were scared. There was a female Communist sabotagifig the millinery department. And nobody would wait on the customers of Oppenheim-Collins, operating two of the biggest Women’s specialty shops in America. The youngish-looking Mr. Greenfield, who is secretary-treasurer of the firm, got so worried about the way business was skidding that he put checkers at the doors. “They learned that 73 per cent of the women Who entered our store in Brooklyn walked out Without buying anything.” he reported to the House Labor Committee. “And in New York it Was 72 per cent of the people coming into our Store and buying nothing.” The firm lost money, while most of its competitors were making unusually good profits. Mr. Greenfield blamed Commuhists in charge of CIO Local 1250. He said they terrified his clerks.

Chairman Fred Hartley, co-author of the TaftHartley Act (against which the union is fighting

bitterly) wanted to know more about terror in

HOES fhe lingerie counter and fright behind the perfume | ‘ases,

s Mr. Greenfield turned the hair-raising details over to his personnel director, E. Marshall

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‘They Just Go to Pieces’

THE LATTER said the Congressmen should Understand that the genteel ladies who staff Oppenheim-Collins can’t be compared. say, to the skies building sedans for the Ford Motor Co. ‘They are refined women,” he said. “They Just go to pieces under the treatment of the union. They get hysterical when somebody threatens to bash in their heads. And they are no good as Saleswomen for weeks afterward.” It turned out that the union has threatened

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the store with a strike the first of next month unless it signs a contract which the management believes is a violation of the Taft-Hartley Act. |! “So now they're telling these nice women who work for us that they’ll have to get heavy shoes for picketing when the strike begins,” Mr. Palmer continued. “One of these Communist organizers # used to work for us. Her name is Florence.” ¥

Th. 3s Are Looking Better

FLORENCE, he said, grabbed a girl from the glove section who did not like the union and told her. that if she didn’t observe the picket lines next month, she’d have her head cracked. “It is bad enough to say things like that to’ men,” Mr. Palmer added, “but it seriously upsets women. Our women are of the refined type and they are not geared to take it.” Florence, he said, also took Miss Christine Wade of the Brooklyn store, who was on her way to work, and pushed her into a line of pickets on strike against the Brooklyn Trust Co. “She didn’t know anything about the Brooklyn Trust Co., and its strike,” Mr. Palmer said. “When finally she escaped from the picket line

MEET 'VICKI'—If you've ever put a nickel in a hostess machine you may have talked to this blond, who uses the mike name "Vicki." She's been spinning the platters for two years now. What's more, she knows the files of thousands of records inside out and is able to locate almost any, "old" request within seconds. Here she pulls a request out of the numbered cabinet where the discs are cataloged. All the—~mike girls" must memorize records by their numbers to be able to locate instantly any of the 400 to 500 requests they get each hour. Incidentally, on her off hours "Vicki" is a record collector.

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(Photos by Henry Glesing: captions by Donna Mikels)

MYSTERY VOICE—Meet "Kathy," a five-foot-tall redhead who probably gets more requests for dates per evening than Hedy La Marr in a month. Like other "hostess girls," "Kathy" has learned to joke back with the voice on the other.end of the nickel. But all they ever learn gbout her is her "mike name," "Kathy" (it isn't her real namc) and that she isn't interested in a date after work. Two girls work each shift and alternate, one handling the switchboard while the other looks up requests and keeps the turntables spinning. This switchboard has two telephone lines running to each: jukebox, one over which the customer talks; the second over which the hostess’

“voice and the music travels,

BEHIND THE GIRLS BEHIND THE MIKE—Here are the two

mainsprings who keep the hostess machines ticking—office secretary

+ Judy Poehlein and Floyd J. Meeker, president of Meeker Music Co.

They keep the machines supplied with hit parade tunes, while also supplying each machine with a quantity of old favorites. The wide variety of choice, plus the chance to hear otherwise unavailable old hits, gives the hostess machines an advantage over other juke boxes. Here Judy and Mr. Music thumb through some records being relegated to the master file cabinets, which contain some 50,000 platters collectors would like to get their hands on.

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us as an employee for two weeks.” After the formal proceedings were over, I had a little chat with Mr. Greenfield, and I have some reasonably good cheer for the shoppers of New York.” For two years now the clerks have been in such a state they couldn't wait on the customers,

50 Arrested in July 4th California Spree; ‘Just a Bunch of Hoodlums,’ Says Sheriff

lawns.

,ebrating motorcyclists echoed through the streets today as heavily killed.

others had hotel accommodations arrested for” the attack. 'but many slept in parks or on

New Officers

Air Force Capt. Dean Miller and! Chappell Rebekah Lodge No.

{his wife were stopped in their car,

In a similar celebration here'struck and their car damaged. 'U2 Das installed new officers to RIVERSIDE, Cal, July 5 (UP)—The unmuffied roar of cel- ]ast labor day twd persons were Cyclists broke windows and beat Serve until Dec. 31. ?

/in the hood. New officials include Mrs,

or so worried they stood around in knots without reinforced police patrols worked desperately to keep order in the Sheriff Carl F. Rayburn of| Sheriff Rayburn said the unruly Blanch Lizenby, past noble grand;

even seeing thé would-be buyers, final day of a three-day holiday gathering.

“But since this investigation began,” Mr. ] Greenfield said, “things are better. A lot better. ggtimated 5000 cyclists moved into town, . The Communists have taken off the heat.” rupting: traffic at > DELO 3 ring Ireely und Sis That's good. Next time I'm in New York and Dung : : firecrackers have to buy a black silk nightgown for a lady, The Sheriffs’ Training Associa- persons were questioned and then I'll try Oppenheim-Collins. tion, which sponsored the races released - staged a stunt program last night . —————————— in an effort to keep the cyclists Phe wild, fun-seeking cyclists off the streets. The mob was not drank from beer bottles as the

[Riverside County was among the/mob was not part of the race Mrs.

More than 50 arrests were made Saturday and Sunday as an iyi BitaeRe] when he tried group which was invited to. River! istruck and had his clothing torn. “These people are just a bunch ih*® Barrett, right supporter of

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Dies in Gun Battle Over Fireworks

CHICAGO, July 5 (UP)—James who shot off another firecracker.

He was side. (Mrs. Nora Bales, vice grand; Mrs.

the noble grand; Mrs. Clara {Stark, left supporter; Mrs. Alice Clark, right supporter of the vice grand, and Mrs. Nora Cline, left {supporter. : Others include Mrs. Elnora

of hoodlums,” he said.

??? Test Your Skill 2??? as wid as saturday night, om- roared down the streets, blocked Coglianese, 52, was shot to death| A neighbor called police. When|Vice, warden; Mrs. Mayme Nickle,

cers said. Officers Attacked What is generally considered to be Mozart's Two persons were injured and most popular opera? . : several officers attacked as they Just Some Hoodlums “The Magic Flute,” an opera in two acts, which sought to maintain order. Arrests In the early morning hours achad its premiere in Vienna, 1791. It was Mozart's were made for drunkenness, drunk tivity slowed and the swan song, composed during the last year of his driving, disturbing the brief life. (failure to disperse and’ shooting, Some

hibitions and paraded through bars and other public places.

crackers.

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off traffic to hold races and ex- in a gun battle with & policeman T atrolman Francis Sloan climbed! conductor; Mrs. Lydia Cooper, last night after he had threatened children who were shooting. fire- man Sloan entered Coglianese s outside guardian; Mrs. Gladys

the backstairs, Coglianese dumped chaplain; Mrs, Wilma Marvel, in« a pail ‘of water on him. Patrol- side quardian; Mrs. Bertha Doyle,

apartment and Coglianese opened Grant, flag bearer; Mes. Neilis

Witnesses said Coglianese, a fire, hitting the officer in the jaw. Nickle. degree captain; Charles weary metal plater, stomped out on his peace. cyclists slept any place they could. back porch waving a revolver man Sloan fired six times, kill- Mrs. Ella Kent, pianist, afid Mrs, sleeping bags, and threatened to stop anyoneiing Coglianese instantly.

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