Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 July 1948 — Page 17

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SUMMER ACCESSORIES, Downstairs at WASSON'S

CHORUS MEMBERS of “The Desert Song” would do Tight well at a'fire sale. If their singing matches ‘their ability to smatch costumes from racks, well, we're going to hear something. The reason I knew of this extra dexterity is that by the well-known grapevine F heard the wardrobe mistress was in a stew over the costumes. The costume truck was reported in the city for two days previously. The cast was worried. Mrs., Walter Russell, wardrobe mistress, was worried. Alonzo Price, producer, was the most worried. He was the loudest, too. But, the truck finally appeared and everyone proke out in a smile after the boxes and trunks were opened. I'm sorry .to say I didn’t see the initial break-through in the costume room wa: pelow the basketball floor of the Butler Fieldhouse,

Just Like a Bargain Counter

I ARRIVED on the scene just about the time Jim Morris, Butler University trainer, appeared from his white fix-up-patch-up-tape-up room, “What's up?” called Jim. “Tony (Hinkle) call football practice or something?” Jim knew better than to ask a question like that so I didn’t even bother to answer. I pushed my way into the costume room and got pushed out immediately afterwards.

"WHO'S NEXT?"—When: the costumes for "The Desert Song" arrived, it got pretty hot around the Butler Fieldhouse. Sondra Bilsky, assistant wardrobe mistress, wished she were on a desert. ;

Rural Madness

NEW YORK, July 8—A kind of madness comes upon adult city-dwellers as the result of a couple of days freedom from the office. It is 2 madness that scourges them into the country, to carouse among the buttercups and carnivorois ants—and to engage in muscular stupidities which would appall a trained Olympic athlete. I guess they become addled by the air. It is so free from silt and gas fumes that perhaps it inlames the brain and knocks the. inhibitions gallery-west. The racketing of the larks and wrens drives them temporarily berserk, as the thumping of the bongo drums spurs the dark savage into frenzy. Grown men with fat stomachs and vestigial hair, guys who are too lazy to pinch the secretary, suddenly blossom in shorts, their stomachs cascading over the belt. . A They throw footballs, run races, row boats, ride horses, plow-around in forests, play tennis at high noon, swiny fractically, fish frenetically. They subject themsdlves to the constant menace of sunstroke, ‘poison ivy, man-eating spiders, snakes, briars—and young women with a constant eye.on the altar. I have just taken inventory on the man I know best—of whom my mother once remarked that he was born lazy and then had a relapse. I am the fellow who flees from all labor involving muscle-flexing. I would rather write a book than hang a picture, and I would starve to death in any kitchen unequipped with cook.

Vacation Left Its Marks

YET I find the following marks og my carcass:

One bright blue-and-yellow bruise, the size of a dinnerplate, on right thigh—result of being kicked by horse over the holiday week-end.

One sprained hand, one cut left leg, and one big purple bruise on stomach—result of being thrown off horse. One set bruised shoulder muscles, and one little bruise on left thigh—result of jumping off horse as he was about to scale a six-foot wall, at full gallop, with me aboard. Two’ skinned knees—plus assorted contusions result of falling tail-over-teacup into hostess’ rose garden, while trying to find way from swimming pool to house at night.

Nickels cr Dimes By Frederick C. Othman! ™°"-

WASHINGTON, July 8—The question on this hot day is how come Joe Stalin's initials appear on every Roosevelt dime? You almost need a magnifying glass to see ‘em. But the “J” and the “S” are immediately below FDR's neck and about an eighth-of-an-inch to the right’of “In God We Trust.” Wild-eyed have been the rumors about these initials — mostly they concern secret deals at Yalta and presidential promises to honor Uncle Joe on U. 8. coin of the realm. So I hot-footed it to headquarters. And Mrs. Nellie Tayloe Ross, who is director of the mint, passed the candy box (salt water taffy) and said the weirdest part of her job was keeping up with the talés that folks make up about the product of her money factory. Take ‘those dimes. The late John Sinnock designed ‘em-—and he embellished the plates with his own initials. Somewhere a jokesmith took over with the idea about Joe Stalin, according to Mrs. Ross, and thé morons went on from there. Mrs. Ross pressed another piece of candy on me. Leland Howard, her right-hand man at the money works, dropped in. And we sat there for a while—chewing taffy and discussing hard cash. It is nice to have, as you may know already— and also exceedingly: interesting.

Nickle Hardest Coin to Make

AN URGENT plea came in a few weeks ago from New York for $2 million worth of dimes fwith or without initials) to take care of subway fares which went up from five cents to ten. Mrs. Ross and Howard scraped the bottom of the dime bin for a while. But they got plenty of 10-cent Dleese to the-subway change makers. So far so 00d. “But at the same time and for reasons unknown to us” said Mr. Howard, chomping his second piece of the boss’ taffy, “We were hit with a sudden big demand for nickles.. It really knocked the socks off us. All over the East peoPle want nickels. For what, we don’t know.” We thought maybe parking meters in almost

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“Better sign some bf these people for fall, Jim,” I suggested. | Sondra Bilsky, Mrs. Russell's assistant, tried| to maintain order in her corner where the!

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of clothes around a bargain counter. That's what Robert Yast, Michael May and Randall Dennison

Ee & Robert Yast, Micha May and Randal D =10 See Fine ( : aves— 1 ry objected to their ‘presence. The ‘male members objected to the females. | ¥ “Hey, I lost a button off my tunic,” someone!

“Who's got a flashlight?” a “Everybody be quiet!” / ph “Where are the Riff costumes?” ; , % Jim's: only comment as he retreated to the \ training room was that the first day of football practice was kid stuff compared to what was going on. p Sharon Pfister, Shirley Wallace, Jane Wymond and Barbara Owings stumbled out of the Price]

SECOND SECTION THURSDAY, JULY 8, 1948

Picture-Story by Victor Peterson

with their hands full of costumes as Alonzo Price} stomped in. The air became a bit on the blue side as}: Mr. Price told Mrs. Russell what a sad state off affairs this costume delivery put him in.

“Imagine driving around Irvington for tw days looking for Butler University when th school has been out here for the last 25 years? I heard the production chief say.

There was a reasonable amount of attention while Mr. Price told Mrs. Russell that he wanted the chorus “in the first costume—all in the second costume—all in the third costume.” I guess he meant he wanted the chorus in costume.

Great Business—Show Business

BARBARA BAILEY told her singing c¢hums her No. 1 costume needed lengthening. She was not alone. I also overheard a little comment] about the afternoon dresses which were part of the show. The dresses did not have the “new look.” Miss Bilsky, doing about 10 things at| once, informed the style-conscious cat that alterations would be made.

The Riff costumes reminded me of lapge horse blankets. They also reminded several sinigers that if the temperature hit the sizzling point ‘beginning Saturday, things were going to be tough. The Legionnaires doubled as Riffs in the show. The “horse blankets” were to be worn over /the Legion uniform. Phew. :

The free-for-all continued for approximately an hour before you could see hegidway being made. Every few minutes a singer would stagger out of the room, heave a long sigh, gulp some air and dash up the concrete ramp. I assumed they were all set.

The last I saw of Miss Bilsky she was wearing a feathered turban. Mrs. Russell whispered to me that Miss Bilsky probably didn’t know she had it on her head. }

Great stuff this show business. Half of the time you're out of this world. Say, maybe that's why there are so many people] knocking themselves out in show business. Cpuld be. I'll take my show business from the fhont row.

LOST RIVER WORKSHOP—Hoosierland needn't look to Kentucky or New Mexico for caves. Some: of the finest in the world are found in Southern Indiana near Corydon. Among the top attractions in the area are Big and Little Wyandotte Caves. Here guide Miss Rosemary Riely. points her flashlight at formations for Mr. and Mrs. Paul R. Anderson, Moline, lll. They are standing in the very heart of ""Cleopatra's Palace," so named for its haunting beauty. Like all such caves, it was cut countless years ago by a river forever lost.

variety of formations rise, jut, twist and tw

By Robert C. Ruark

One deep scratch on neck, inflicted by young lady who was being chased’ by horse, and who was seeking sanctuary around said neck. Had long, bright red fingernails, jsuitable for stabbing strange gentlemen in the throat.

The Host Invented Tortures

| ONE sprained toe—kickiing football barefooted.) One sprained finger, left hand, from catching football.

One big blister, first finger, left hand—fireworks.

Marks of ganged fish-hooks on left hip, result of catching myself instead of fish. 4 Bites from ants, mosquitos, flies and strange 0g. | Assorted cuts, scrapings, scratches, rashes and] 2H stone bruises. One split skull, resulting from having sampled a concoction which host described as punch—and which appeared to contain such ingredients as champagne, brandy, gin, vodka, cherry cordial, wine and cyanide. One pair pants ruined—horses again. Ditto one shirt. One severe sunburn, especially in vicinity of baldspot. One hangnail.

And one Wife in just about ‘the same state of disrepair.

Lord only knows about the state of my heart, > innards, and nervous system. But an unvaried menu of barbecue, martinis and kindred picnic grub is scarcely the diet for a growing boy, let| alone an old slob. I do not know what it is about the country that leads the host to load the drinks,’ invent boobytraps for the guest, and inflict upon him mediaeval tortures—such as tennis and _hikes| through the woods at midnight. | It could be that my own particular host is a kind of fiend, who receives intense satisfaction! from the sound of snapping collarbones. All I know is that no sight is so pretty, to our| host, as a young lady flying over a horse's head. Or a fat man being thrown emphatically into a| iwimming pool. | He regards it all as high fun.

walking. It is completely electrified with

flashbulbs are needed.

ROTTS 2 TUNNELS INTO TIME—This is "Celestial City." It is well named for the labyrinth MARKI makes one think of the maze of passageways often found in medieval churches. Except that gravity holds your feet to the ground; most underground rooms would make | as much sense to the eye if you stood on your head. Little Wyandotte was discov- | ered and explored back in 1803, but it was not until ‘last year that it was opened com-

And you know something? I'd have sworn ft was fun, too, at the time.

Dimes are easy by comparison. So are]

Studi every town and village have something to do with Bureau i 16S it. Maybe one-arm bandits at summer resorts » | were eating up five-cent pieces. | | The trouble, insofar as Mrs. Ross is concerned, - dy [ | is that a nickel is about the hardest coin to make i.e er Condon Report Predicts RS aes ad ud fa oli al “But a nickel is so hard,” she said, “that the | Better Fitting Clothes Zl : § Sika . 2 ’ a rn press stamping them out can produce only one| by Science Service { : # 9 4 ; coin with each stroke. Of course; the press makes| . vie { 145 strokes a minute. But when we make dimes,| VW ASHINGTON, July 8—How ’ for instance, they are softer and the press can many feet of concrete are needed make them two at once.” {to protect you from extremely! {high voltage X-rays and how to |g Has Money Trouble of Her Own {make children’s clothes fit more, MRS. ROSS has plenty of nickels in the West, |. b re two problems where nobody much wants ‘em. Fact is, she Ras| dren prea W b re at! 170 tons of new nickels in San Francisco now and [ROW being 50 y | how to get "em Kast is the problem. For free, the National Bureau of Standards, that is. {here. She is not one to waste the taxpayers’ money| Dr. Edward U. Condon, director]

on freight charges for nickels, if she can help it.|o¢ the Bureau, described the new| And she's hoping an Army transport will be head-! . { {studies as guest of Watson Davis, | ing ‘this way soon with room for her tive-centses.| 0 +o of Science Service on Ad-| “We almost got ‘em aboard a Coast Guard ventures in. Science, heard over! cutter the other day,” Mr. Howard said, “but we/the Columbia network.

missed the boat.” | A new 50-million volt betatron And another thing, said Mrs. Ross, who is a/at the Bureau will be used to set

handsome, gray-haired woman — with money|standards for safety from the problems of her own. She's always running out high voltage rays. Dr. Condon of nickels, herself. |explained that safety standards Many a time, said the director of the mint, she are required by the use of high| has to give a red cap a 25-cent tip when 15 cents voltages in industrial applications would do just as well—if she only had a nickel to of X-rays. - : | go with a dime. ; Age Proves Poor Guide Some of her wartime nickels, which were made, Mothers may have better luck of pure silver, copper, and a trace of manganese, fitting their youngsters with new still are in circulation. They're about the most clothes, thanks to research being valuable money she’s made since the country conducted at the Bureau in cowent off the gold standard. {operation with the Bureau of ——— =i _ Or as Mr. Howard explained: 20 of these Home Economics of the Depart- discovered that age is a poor fitting clothes can be expected by|by Dr. Condon included a standersatz nickels actually contain more silver than ment of Agriculture which sup- guide to fitting their children with parents. Next clothing standards| ard of length 21-milljonths of an a silver dollar. But it still doesn't pay to meiti|plied measurements of more than clothes. ljob will be a sizing system foriinch long .and calculating ma‘em down, even if you had some, which you prob-/100,000 children. The figures have, When new, voluntary standards teen-agers. fchines which work at nearly the ably don’t. : {shown what most parents have are adopted by industry, better| Other Bureau research reported speed of light.

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LODGING FOR A NIGHT—A rustic lodge with a huge stone fireplace in the lounge beckons visitors to the two caves. For those who like even more of a retreat from civilization, there are several cabins secluded in the woods. The entire enterprise is operated by Sam Riely who last year served as a representative in the state legislature. The caves are open to the public the year around.

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NILE QUEEN'S HOME—With no apparent rhyme or reason, a

NGS OF THE PAST—On the soft dolomite ceiling have been scorched the names and dates of early visitors to the cave. In years gone past these were done with torchs. This massive formation is called ‘Pillar of the Clouds." Others have equally as unique names.

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ine.in "Cleopatra's Palace."

Weird shadows flit across the rock giving the appearance that the scene is viewed as though under water. This miracle in limestone ‘is only about 2000 feet lofg and may He toured iin 45 minutes of easy

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3-Year-Old Girl

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Mich,, July 8

# |(UP)~The three-year-old daugh-

|ter of a forest ranger was killed | yesterday by a large black bear which snatched her from the steps of her home and carried her off into the woods while her mother watched helplessly. A hastily organized posse of 50 farmers and forest rangers found the crushed body of the girl, Carol Ann Pomeranky, several hundred yards away in the dense undergrowth. The bear which weighed about 200 pounds was tracked down and killed. Mrs, Arthur Pomeranky, mother of the victim, said she was working in the kitchen when she saw the bear come into the cabin yard. She thought little of it because the bears in the Marquette National Forest are considered harmless. 2

FE SUDDENLY, she said, the bear

|unged toward Carol Ann and seized her. The horrified mother ran after the bear shaking a broom, but the bear fled into the woods with the girl.