Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 August 1948 — Page 17

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me ‘investiga Investigate and perhaps boost my morale. Certainly a man loaded with a penny could still hold his head high and make an JuonestSarchase. There must be something in this city of ours that can be had by forking : Dramas: winger f ¥. W. Woolwo . : > 0! 'oolworth, was most helpful and encouraging. I'm glad I stopped in to see him. g

Bubble Gum “and ‘Post Cards

“I HAVE LOTS of things you can buy for a penny,” he said. “Lots of bubble gum, lots of post cards and stick candy. (Long. and thoughtful pause. It hurt me to see Mr. Blackman rack his

HIGH logk at it. That's just what "Mr. Inside" did when he talked to Chuck Counts about a slice of bologna-and things. . . °

PRICES?—It's all in’ the way you

Slick Pitches

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NEW YORK, Aug. 26—I have not meant, in past pieces on exploitation and manipulation of the public mind by press agentry, to convey an idea that everybody in ‘the busifess is a sly crook, ‘with one eye on the poor box and one hand in'the‘tambourine. ° That is decid not so. There are honored, honorable men in the profession of mind-molding. Men such as Steve Hanndgan, who bring dignity and integrity to a loose business which started out strictly as a shill, Those men—as well as morally leprous practitioners, of which there are thousands—have occupied a unique position in our Toe. apiic seiatio nani als autoliow f toa e public relations o ny faces. He may buy drinks; presents, or the society of young ladies for key figures in his schemes. He may wriggle into the debt of columnists, reporters, publishers, congressmen, ¢abinet members, judges and policemen and generals; He may furnish honest, newsworthy information concerning his clients, or he may bribe a legislator, front for a gang of. thieves, attempt independent shakedowns, peddle sedition or perform in behalf of charity. He may advise an account to steer a certain course in regard to labor, the tax bureau or with the Department of State. He may engineer a press campaign for a radio singer, the WCTU, Communists, Fascists, Democrats, Republicans, Jews, Arabs, Negroes, Chinese or the Society for the Prevention of Overwork for Trained Fleas, Inc. * a » Finger in Everybody's Pie HE MAY lobby’ for ‘the farmers, the coal miners, the airplane industry, the dairy trust, the oleomargarine trust, or for funds for cancer research. He will take a job to exploit a movie, popularize a soap, glamorize a deodorant, spur the use of bubble gum or whitewash an aging tycoon who, grown old and conscience-smitten, cowers ‘as he views the shadow of the scythe. I have seen press-agentry send cows, by air, to battered Greece, in order to plug a special brand of milk. I have seen them, out of whole cloth, build a man like Frank Sinatra, who exists less in actuality than in the minds of the men who made him. You have seen the Johnny Meyerses charged with buying the affections of vital gen-

in salted crackers and a sprig of parsley; one carrot or a plate of carrot tops. Thank Back downtown. Guy May at Vonnegut's Hardware was most helpful. Man, I could get soldering lugs, faucet washers, lead sinkers, fish hooks, screweyes, all kinds of tacks, natls, stove O

to one or two but the point is I could.buy them. Frank Wood, assistant secretary at Union Federal Savings and Loan Association, couldn't open-a’ saving account for me. There wag something about figuring interest on a penny that wasn't in the books. I said 1 understood. One dollar, however, would get me a fancy bank book.

Just a Smell of Baloney

LAST BUT not least I ventured into a meat market. John Foley and Chuck Counts at Uhl's Market, 27 8. Illinois St., said they would let me smell a piece of baloney for. a penny. I wasn't ready to splurge. There were many choice cuts of meat I could smell for a penny. "Mr. Foley showed mé a hunk of round steak I could have for 90c. The size and thickness surprised me. A dime limit on purchases stopped me from making any transactions. Just the smelling kind. So, what does this all prove? A great deal, friend. You, the man with the penny, still have the final word. Spend your penny or dollar wisely, shop to the limit and don’t be taken for a sucker. Buy what you need and save that penny, don’t throw it on the sidewalk. There's been too much of that which is one of the reasons for the mess we're in. 2 I'm going to pinch the living bejabbers out of my penny and see what happens. Just watch this inflation come to a halt. My little ol’ penny is going to do it.

By Robert C. Ruark

erals and even one of the President's sons, to assure favorable handling of aircraft appropriations. I know one press-agent who used to furnish bobbysoxers at so much a head and so much a shriek—extra if they tore your clothes—to wisiting celebrities. | I have watched press-agents in high Army and Navy uniforms battle between themselves, at the nation’s expense, to divide unification and preserve pre-eminence in their respective services. I once saw ‘a uniformed t- falsity the evidence in an investigation of a three-star genefal, and then graduate to fronting for Lucky

Vr » » Press agents handle the public affairs of General Motors, U. 8. Steel, Ford cars, Lever Bros. soap, the Rockefeller Foundation and Indonesia. They speak for Coca-Cola and Mickey Rooney, for the Red Cross and for Joe Louis. They are everywhere, and their finger is in everybody's personal pie.

Specialize in Flank Attacks THEIR specialty is the flank attack—with diversion from bad, attention to good,® iation with the pleasant, dissociation with the unsavory, the cultivation of the handy man or “contact” and repetition, repetition, always repetition. My friend Hannagan may sell Miami Beach with "pretty legs, and he y build friendship for a dignified client by a scholarly presentation of a graph on living costs. The quarrel with all but a few of the topliners is that their salesmanship of a thought or product sometimes transcends truth and often offends decency. Too often a misguided professional pride in an ability to “get across” or successfully promote any campaign, evil or no, turns the propagandist into a perverter of truth, people, or any circumstance which thwarts him. There are more of this breed than there are of clean ones. But it may be said of all that they presently occupy a position of tremendous importance in the life and future of the American people. And it may give you a little pause to reflect that the rise of the Nazi party, as well as the present dangerous eminence of Russia, was part and package of an excellent publicity pitch.

Arsenic Arsenal

WASHINGTON, Aug, 26 — If you have any good ideas (and no wisecracks, please) on what to do with a few hifhdred thousand tons of fine quality arsenic you might get in touch with the Swedish government. All over the world Sweden is trying to peddle arsenic, of which it produces 40,000 tons of the pure stuff annually. The demand is not what it used to be.” It doesn’t take much to commit a murder and hardly anybody uses arsenic any more to tint wallpaper green, or even to dye calico lavender. Too dangerous. . What I mean is that the supply of arsenic never was ‘greater, nor demand lower. My researches into this interesting subject began when the National Geographic Society issued a bulletin on the world arsenic surplus. One thing seemed to lead to another and now I think I can say without boasting that I am an arsenic expert.

No Dent Made in Stockpile

ALMOST every gold, silver and lead niine in the world produces arsenic as a byproduct. Most of ’em Jet it escape into the air as a gas. But not the Swedes. More than 20 years ago they opened a silver mine at Vasterbotten, near the Arctic Circle, only to discover that it was one of the richest arsenic deposits there ever was. So they established laboratories, whose scientists were supposed td’ discover new uses for argenic. For two decades they have labored without making a dent in the arsenic pile. This is because a little goes a long way. At the moment they have 300,000 tons on hand and they are desperate. They buried some of it and the farmers kicked because if killed the crops. They mixed it with concrete and dumped it at sea, only to have the fisherman howl that it murdered the herring. - Npw they're storing the stuff in warehouses,

Cite ag The Quiz Master When did the United States first use the motto “In God We Trust” on coins? ; This motto first appeared in 1864 on the copper 2-cent piece, and later on coins of several other. denomingtions, a .

: By Frederick C. Othman

hoping against hope that somebody will figure out 2

some way to ‘use it or, barring that, some way to destroy it. It won't burn. Drat it. The uses (legal) of arsenic are strictly limited. Taxidermists use it to stuff owls. A pinch of arsenic in the molten metal gives a nice glisten to ornamental iron work. It kills bugs, all right, but also people’ and is not recommended for vegetables, The Swedish scientists did discover that it was great stuff for doing away with termites, but it doesn’t ‘take much arsenic to make the proper solution for log-soaking purposes. A heavy dose of arsenic will kill a weed, but also a rose, It used to be, before the food and drug administration got busy, that many a patent medicine house put out arsenic tablets which ladies took to make their skin velvety. It did, too, but it frequently did away with the ladies.

It Sharpens Their Appetite

SOME AUSTRIANS take arsenic ‘as a kind of tonic. They begin with small doses, which they gradually increase. Contend it sharpens the appetite. This is questionable. ‘ , Arsenic also used to be ideal for making lead shot. Pure molten lead pellets dropped from a shot tower always had small tails when they hit the earth, addition of arsenic did away with the tail and made each shot perfectly round. Why this should be I do not know, but it doesn’t matter because hardly anybody makes shot in shot towers anymore. For dyes, both green and purple, arsenic khows no peer. Except that anything colored that way. is deadly poison, too. You can buy arsenic for five cents a pound in carload lots here, Sweden might even pay you to take it away. But only by the hundreds of thousands of taps.

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Fourth of a Series | By VICTOR PETERSON THE WORLD of the clam digger along the Wabash River is a small one. His needs lives a: simple life.

are limited .for he Usually he

combines’ Nshing with claniming|

and his lackadaisical schedule carries his work twice around the clock in 24 hours. - ‘When the outside world” is drenched with rain, he sits, en the river is wrong for his partic-

{ular wants, too high, too low, too

clear, he sits. Along the Wabash from Lafa-} yette to Terre Haute the ban are dotted with shacks. Rowboat} and specially rigged equipmen for clam dregging te shore. :

ABOUT THE "shacks and the,

phere of disintegration. Few of the boats appear in condition to take to the river. Many are half submerged in mud, water sloshes over the flooring. It makes no difference. The push them into the channel and flounder about their work. There was little activity among the fishermen as Bob Wallace and I canoed Indiana's hallowed stream. For the most part it was too shallow, the veteran rivermen sald. They also complained “it néeds 16 be muddied up considerable.” , . This was hard to understand. The water was a deep, brown. It was impossible to see the paddie blade two inches below the water level. It seemed thick efough to mold into mudpies by just scooping a handful of water, o . »

WE WERE HEADING for Montezuma when dark clouds began to puff along the horizon. A canoe is no place to be in a storm. “There is no protection and a heavy rain rapidly will fill the boat with water. speed, the

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out the two-hour rain lashing with philosophical calm,

When It Rains or Dragging Time Is ‘Wrong,’ He Just Sits—Waiting for a Break

angry clouds grew into billowing mountains of suspended water. The sky became a nasty black and jagged streaks of lightning ripped earthward. Thunder rumbled in the valley and a strong wind lashed our faces. The Wabash became choppy. whitecaps broke from the crest of the abrupt waves. We had to find shelter fast. Ahead lay a sandbar. Crouched among the trees was a riverman’s

~shack. If he were home, we fig-

ured he would give us shelter. If not, we figured he wouldn't mind

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Fost aneren on thelr os (In front of the frame and tar

! shanty called home. John boats there is a general atmos- needed a shave several days ago,

So did we. “Howdy, boys,” he sald, in the warm traditional river greeting. “Better set for a while. Looks like we're in for it.” We squatted on our haunches, too, and looked out toward the river. There's not much else to look at. The wind blew violently, About 100 feet before us a giant tree cracked and fell. It crunched slowly to the ground. It seemed as though surrounding trees stretched out their branches to keep it from falling. Several fishing nets strung from the tree to

dirty dry also went down.

” » rr JOHN DIDN'T move. “Guess that one just got tired of standing,” he said slowly. Then the rain came. Bo darted for cover in a box. John said, “Best get inside.” The room was about 10x10 feet. It had two beds, a table, a small cook stove, a lamp, a few pots and pans, some canned goods, an open loaf of bread and a can opener hanging on the wall. There was no glass in the win

British vicarious heart throbs.

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Marquis of Blandford. The gossip goops have the two

about-each-other class. Say the whisperers, if it weren't for her {regal position the princess would { be spooning with her marquis on {some beach, park bench or rumble seat . As things are, no Peeping Tom can offer any eyewitness report, so the deal is strictly for the “I-heard-it-from - the - third - cham-bermaid’s-sister” crowd. This much is guaranteed, however: The tall, fair, handsome marquis hauled his aristocratic person to Balmoral Castle, Scotland; more than a week ago. He was promptly parked in a {gaping guest room (hot and cold water, ring for valet), and now he's tagging the princess—secon daughter of the royal house around the estate. x Snazzy Foursome And usually tagging them bath is sister Elizabeth and her blond husband, the Duke of Edinburgh, This snazzy foursome spreads picnic lunches on the lawn; shoots the royal birds, and maybe whips off a hot game of croquet. The fact that the marquis

That's why their love-pressure is zooming madly these August {days as they speculate on the true state of amorous attraction between here Royal Highness Margaret Rose, 18, and the 22-year-old

young people in the goggle-eyed. Just two dandy summers back

{good Duke Philip was so in. {spected—like a shiny new sedan |—and stamped: “Suitable for | marriage.” Of course, the headache of ap- | proving Elizabeth's caveman was {more vast than a similar job on Margaret. day sit on the throne of Eng (land. : : Whether or not the marquis hits the jackpot is anybody's rumor. He's Royal Enough Whisperers insist the princess is all for accepting Blandford’s mating call. But a princess has as much right to snap on an engagement ring as you have to

d police commissioner.

There are some other thin the royal review right might block off the Primarily, expecting a child:” The queen does

Margafet will have to wait. Furthermore, the royal family fexpects to make a red-carpeted vigit to Australia and New Zea-

Ty ; i a house guest in itself COnRrinsland next year, and it is believed

most of the tongue tdppings. Itthat the princess, who will ac-

ral to check cards.

ipeople of \this island .a chance

River Clam Digger Plies His Tr: éin A World One-Half Mile Long

our holing up through the storm. » Lo

AFTER MAKING our gear as kal Vatertight as possible and turn. ing over the canoe, we headed for

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_ THURSDAY, AUGUST %, 1048 ._

STORM REFUGE~The- river shack of John Stewart; a clam digger, was a more than welcome haven when a bad thunderstorm overtook me as | canced the Wabash. Mr. Stewart held his dog, Bo, as we sat on our haunches before his shanty, and he told me of his river life. His'easy-going way of life made it possible for him to sit

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dows and ne door. Mosquito netting covered the openings. John seemed fairly talkative. Prices are the best in history for shells. Buttén factories are {buying the entire catch. But the {season has been poor. on ow “THE RIVER just ain't been right,” John said. He flipped his cigaret through the d and pointed at his pile of shells along the. river bank. 4 “That's the season's catch right there. Not more than six ton. Won't run higher than 10 ton by October," he said. ‘Shells are selling at $30 to $100

Britain's Lovelorn Run a Fever Over Latest Royal Romance Gossip

Were Margaret Not Her Mama's Daughter, They're Sure She'd Spoon on Park Bench

By FRED SPARKS, Times Foreign Writer LONDON, Aug. 26-—Every bit of royal romancing gives the

to analyze the newest golden boy. They like him all right, He is certainly royal enough . . . heir

some kind of a distant relation of Winston Churchill. He's an officer in the Guards--the very creamiest military outfit in blighty. His body is pleasantly composed, and his features are royally chiseled. Sour When He Poses Naturally, the pub politicians

with Duke Philip. From what 1 have heard he’s not doing so well in the son-in-law sweepstakes. For the mar isn’t a smiln the photographers click ‘their prying shutters He always looks sour. Now Hip . . . there is a boy with

ing for the king. Playful Philip, say they, is such a gagster he

on i ‘thatioften annoys the royal family.

He likes to speed around in his

princess. Although she wears the {royal counterpart of Adler eleva[tor shoes, in her stockings she's only five foot two (waist 23, ‘bust 33). :

| | Meanwhile, although the British, itic green shrub has been the custém for a few! company them, should still. be! Press treats the whole story as

and draws nour-ireigns to call fut : ishment from 1, deforming It and sapping its) princesses 0 Balmoras to is, Of (eHEible. vitality. . : thelr fatally

{gingerly as an atomic secret, peo-

This dilly-dallying gives the!Ple are having a wonderful time.

NEVER-ENDING SCENE—Each bend and each stra came to look the same on the six-day canoe trip. This Mr. Stewart's home above Montezuma. ...

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realization that | live in the 20th Century. Its . Winois where the river forms the state's bou

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