Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 August 1948 — Page 15
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A park bench and I just don’t get along.
As I beat a weary path out of the park I had a feeling of resentment toward every man who
slept so soundly.. Probably didn’t have to go to ;
work in the morning, either.
That's life for you. Them that don’t need it, | got it. We need a good six-inch snow, that's what |&
we need. A big blanket of snow. Better watch this heat.
BEATING THE HEAT—Oh, yeah? A park bench is no place ta spend the night trying to- find sleep during a heat wave. At least it isn't for. some outdoor people...
College Daze
NEW YORK, Aug. 27--With the college season about to open, it suddenly occurs to me that I
have .seen. not- one indication: sinee the war that tio.
fun. “Maybe it isn't, any “one of the things that’s
n I was coming along, Jos College was a Batione symbol. His doings were important. He flamboyant garb, swigged extensively from a hip flask, paieed a lot of fuss, and was forever pictured In sompany of screaming coeds, half Hie and half out of & quaking flivver. Big, expensive magazines catered to him. The defunct “College Humor,” I remember, cost 35 cents a helping when 35 cents had some dignity. The big movie studios made’ A-pictures about campus life. This youth, halfway between pimples apd paternity, was news—and he’ was regarded some ‘awe, and not a little reym, yo hig elders, nae Joe Smith—he's a’ college man,” was muttered in the same tone reserved for aviators, actresses and professional baseball players. : T:came along on the fag end of the John Held Jr..era, which is to say I had a slicker, but never painted things like “Hit Me Easy, I'm Getting 01d” on it. My pants were not so broad as elder brother's, but they were broad enough. The raccoon coat had not entirely passed from the scene, and the fine art of chasing dames was still a long lap ahead of the science of physics, as a sport.
Greasy Grinds. Hung Around : THERE WERE, of course, some very greasy 8 around—young. men with lank hair, long upperlips; pipes, and a small, pocket-velume of improving literature always in the saggy tweed coat. There were some young women who professed & fondness for Marce] Proust, and who claimed an understanding of philosophy. These, I recall, always had mousy hair, bad _ legs, and limitless leisure of an evening. In the lines of the limerick, nobddy asked them, at all. They . had just discovered “liberalism,” communism, and all the other isms. They wrote stinging editorials in the college paper, and always frightened .me with their vast knowledge. I have
Who's Lying?
"WASHINGTON, - Aug: '27~Ap exasperating day ‘of trying to ‘discover which of two respected gentlemen was : &' doublesdyed L- was drawing ‘to its weary ' close. Rep. F. Edward Hebert (pronounced ‘a bear’) of Louisiana glared down upon Alger Hiss and Whittaker Chambers, And in language that lawmakers seldom use in: public he announced: “Rither you, Mr. Hiss, or Mr. Chambers is the damhdest liar I've ‘ever seen. : And whichever one of you is lying ‘is the greatest gctor that ever came on’the American sce Amen. Rep. Hebert, the o one-time city editor in New Orleans, put it neatly. There is nothing 1 can add to the exabt status momentarily of the great spy hunt being conducted by the House UnAmerican Activities Committee. Somebody’s lying. The standing of the gentlemen (one of whom obviously. ent be is vat brought a standing-Toom-only fo
the vast caucus room and caused the teleyision experts to fix their biue-
White spotlights inside the vast erystal chande-
+ Hiss, the one-time State Department omeia who the Unfted Nations and who now is president of the Carnegie Foundation for Jntersational Peace, glared back at Rep. Hebert.
‘Chambers ‘Kept a Dead Pan
CHAMBERS, the reformed Communist who later #ose $a become. senior. editor of Time Maga«ine, Nared StEaig an ahead. His chubby -face was perfectly dead The _ sefilzoversy, hich probably will send ‘one of them jail on perjury charges, had its beginnings, you will remember, when Chambers , said that Hiss was an old pal of his, a member of the elite spy ring within the United States gov-
.ernment, and a man who wept when Chambers *
‘renounced the ideas of Moscow.
4. Bo along came Hiss to swear under, oath that
he never ‘had been a Communist that he never had heard of Whittaker Chambers. He
By Robert C. rr
recently seen two .of the heaviest liberal thinkers of my time,
Bt am ait sere [2h
. One; well-bprbered, Journal, The other, a Deas ‘miss unist now, also clean-shirtéd, runs business and is nied aso Bb fs Bh A third, whose skull was so oppressed by knowledge that he was held in awe even by the professors, is now a clerk. But the heaviest segment of us had no serious bone in our head. We learned enough, by rote, to
fend off a flunk, and: the rest of the time we
gamholed aimlessly as a herd of colts. We sat up all night playing poker, and cut classes, and drank as much bootleg corn likker as we could afford—which wasn't much—and coursed after the girls with happy hunting cries. The classroom was a minor penance we paid for four years of unsupervised capering.
The Moon Was So Pretty WE BULLED about sex and religion and football, but we were depressed not by the atom. We hitchhiked - everywhere. Dancing was more important than jet-propulsion. An economic tailspin had started but nobody fretted about it much-— graduation was a 16ng time away, and you could 8 always ship out on a' tramp steamer. It was a time of magnificent irresponsibility. I remember one night three of us went for a ride in: a cut-down roadster. The moon was shining real pretty; in Chapel Hill, N. C., and it seemed a shame to go.home. So we didn’t. We went to Montreal, Canada, instead. I have been: exposed to considerable college youth, of late, and find it grim. It is too well-dis-ciplined, seems as though. It knows all about economics and world affairs "and geopolitics and the newest frend’ in everything, and studies with the passionate intensity of an assistant prof who is bucking ‘for a full professorship. It is glum, dnd worried, and full of responsibility to the world. This may be noble, attuned to the hour, and highly commendable. But it looks pretty deadly, in view of the rumpus we raised. And I was never the boy to knock a rumpus, because there is plenty of trouble and stern care to supply everybody, after the ink is on the sheepskin.
Indiana and. Illinois and on
five years.
run his latest ferryboat from Darwin, ll.
RIVER CAPTAIN—Miles Murphy is as much a Hoosier as he is an Illinois Sucker. An operator of a ferry boat for 35 years, he divides his time almost equally in
the Wabash River. He has for the past
Darwin, Ill, Bachelor, 63, Has Been Crossing Stream With Passengers for 35 Years
Fifth of
a Series
‘ By VICTOR
tucked in the screen door of
on the front porch steps. York is a village of U4
sh River some 60 m downstream from Terre Haute The dwellers are as much Hoosiers as their brothers who live on the Indiana side. They aré all out of the same cast and: the “Howdy” has the same twang. » » n
si Nell runs sh antique shop her home. I was looking for ri to take home, set out in thé back yard ‘and .use to call the young sters. I thought I might find one as I paddled dowgythe Wabash by canoe. cy Recently Floyd Norton, a story in himself, purchased the York ferry and moved it upstream to River View, Ind. Then he auc: tioned it off. He told me to look for Nell. . When ‘Nell strolled through her gate, I mentioned brother Norton, and Nell jumped at the conclusion. “You two boys must be going fo run the ferry. Why didn't you get the bell from: Floyd? she
» » r B® 1 HAD TRIED, but he wouldn't sell.” That convinced Nell we were ferryboat men. She hardly gave). me time to get a word in edgewise, sliced in half that is. 1 was getting in over my head. When she asked where we were going to operate the ferry, I gave up. “Merom,” I said, thinking of the first point well downstream. “What's wrong with the ferry they have there?” she fired back. “All played out,” I said. ‘Didn't know that” Nell countered. “Why don't you boys put in here at York?” I was trying to work toward Nell's gate. “More business at Merom,” I sald. “Good business here,” I made the gate. “Better reconside
she sald.
I HOPE Nell will forgive me.
A
PETERSON
“RING THE big bell. I'm not far away.” That was the note scrawled on a piece of scrap paper
Nell ‘Dennon’s home at York,
handful of people along the
“Can't,” I said. do anything about thing.” “Well, homecoming, boys,” Nell said, » - »
passes the time of day with neighbors when no one is clamoring for a river crossing. His home sits high on the Illinois bank. Those heading for Indiana have to pass his house. He rides down to the river's edge
his. attention. Dr five years he has operated the ferry at Darwin and is as proud of his five-minute roundtrip schedule as any engineer on a crack transcontinental limited or an Airlines pilot. .. » E BhacHED the canoe alongside the ferry and climbed the hill to find Capt. Murphy sitting in the shade of his front yard fanning off sweet bees. “Come in and sit a_ while, boys. Mighty hot out there today. I've got the best and coolest water all along the river,” he said. Like others along the river, his life is unhurried. We stayed for more than an hour. There was not a single business call. I wondered how he could make & living at that pace when his charge for crossings {runs from 10. cents to 50 cents. We must have hit a slack pe{riod.” The ferry begins operation practically with sun-up, Anyone wanting to cross at night better
der; she said: [ranting to 10 p.m. or else.
By Frederick C. Othman
stared at a photograph of the latter and said it might even be a picture of Rep. Karl E. Mundt of South Dakota. That did it. The committeemen of Chairman J. Parnell Thomas had to forget communism for a while and try to discover which one of their star witnesses] was a stranger to the truth. Then it developed that the slim, young-looking Hiss had made & mistake, kind of. He had known Chambers after all, but had thought he was a free lance magazine writer named George Crosley. He said he sublet his apartment to Crosley, lent him his brokendown Ford roadsfer with the sassy trunk on back, gave him money, and only discovered later that he was a four-flusher. There wasn't much left for the committee to do but bring Messrs. Hiss and Chambers together; face-to-face.
Order Both to Stand Up
UNDER THE glaring lights, Rep. Thomas made them both stand up. Had Hiss ever seen the portly gentleman in the gray suit and the funeral black neckties? He had. He had known him as Crosley, the free lance magazine writer, in 1934-1935. They both sat down and then began hour after hour of recitals by Hiss in which he insisted his story of lending car, apartment and money to the itinerant penman: was perfectly logical. Many things Hiss could not remember. Why he. was 80 generous to a near-stranger he put down to his-own “And he kept ‘wondering why the committee didn’t get back to the subject, ist?
: him that was the subject no The “Oh,” said Hiss. Chambers said nothing. Just fingered the edge of his necktie and pired. freely. More later, obviously, but hw
idea than does the flabbergasthd gentleman from Louisiana.
: now was whether Alger) Hiss, or ‘Whittaker Chambers, was a liar.
II turn out I have no more!
CARNIVAL
By Dick Turner
ZINGO SIX TOMORROW'S CAR TODAY.
SEMI IMMEDIATE pELNERY!
OOPR. 1948 BY WEA BERVICE. TNE. 7. M. REG. U. 8. PAT. OFF,
tains his own spick and span home, cooks all his meals and
with them. On the far bank is a
fiver Bel For Ferrb
| at
A' JOURNEY BEGINS—Capt, Murphy carohuly feeds more. power fo'his sill boat which nudges the flat-bottomed ferry across the Wabash, He takes extreme pride in that he can accomplish the round-trip in exactly five minutes. - Like most riverfolk, he is very friendly and is more than willing to sit along the bank and talk : for hours about the stream he always has known.
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Ill; 1 rang the old church bell on the post. and sat down 3
“It's too late to the whole
come “around for our,
I HURRIED through the gate and. Nell pred | rh hig houge-=to and the. a0 Setpndnn. 1 he life = a a terybont op-
DEAD-HEADING BACK—Giffen 8 crossing bell Which’ customers use to call turn trip for Capt. Murphy.” Traffic on the read to the
mean!
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provides an ample living for the. ferryboat’ operator. The Indiana s win, is slightly populated, and Capt. Murphy prefers to return
yard ‘than wait for Hoosier
ON MENTION that business was poor, he said: “That's the way it goes, Bome days I hardly turn a penny. But I do pretty well. Haven't much repair with a metal ferry. and
customers.
erating. expenses are for gus pte iY gure fe3 8 Yad sons ¥t 3} to $300. ' Good all
don't clear months I'll hit ght around $400. ‘““Phat's more money than 1
Hey, Pedro—Gordo Movie [P: To Have Us Een It, | Tink
Hollywood Producers Plan Film About Mexico With Real Native Actors “See Gordo on Times Comic Page Dally
By PATRICIA CLARY, United Press Staff Correspondent HOLLYWOOD, Aug: 27—A movie about Mexico is shaping up
with no Brookiyn Mexicans. Its producers are trying the real Mexicans to show Americans to Bee.
come from Cuba, Mexican heroines from Scandinavia and the natives are natives of movie town. This ‘movie will, furthermore, be filmed in no lavish . palaces where imported’ orchestras play Italiafi, Spanish, = Cuban American music. Takes Troupe South Producer John Rose is taking his troupe to Mexico’s simple countryside huts that American tournists gawk at on the road to Acapulco, For native Mexican music, . he's ‘hiring the Mariachi bands Americans pay to listen to all night. “We want to make a movie about the kind of Mexico that American tourists go to see,” sald
Cartoonist Gus Arriola. The men movie is based on. his comic strip, “Gordo,” about - Mexican peasants. ; “We want it to be as different from other movies as: Gordo is different: from other strips.” A lot of Hollywood companies wanted to make a movie about
1Gordo, Mr. Rose said. He and MF. {achieve anything but edition four {iof “Holiday in Mexico” they'd make it themsel
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"Of course we want all the accessories Do you want sur friends Wo wait until we could get one at mon, ordinary list price?"
No Handicap The story is about Gordo, a fat
hating nephew, who tries to keep! a
them apart. Mexico does: have a fat man’
“He's the actor
revolutionary expedient of using the kind of Mexico they go South
— This is practicatly heretical in Hollywood, where Mexican Heroes
handicap, imports from Taig France, Sweden, etc. ., Mr, Arriola’s fat, funny Mexifcan, who also faces radio and television stardom, gob famous in a hurry last year when he offered a recipe for beans and
and peese. Eighty-five thousand peo-
ple wrote in for it. Readers already are begging
Gordo hasn't even served ghat yet.
the chile. As every Mexican native and Gordo reader knows, it promotes love, and international. The way to a man’s heart, even a diplomat's, Mr. Arriola said, is through a stomach-full of chile. “They ought to include a ship: ment.” he said, “on the next plane to Berlin." Arriola is about to offer the public the recipe, Its acceptance,
chases of diamonds and mink
tions makers and lonely heart clubs,
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the ma which took his life. Prof. Beaumont, assistant profosor in. ths Indiana Unive
200 From 18 States Attend Convention Here
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with sex. appeal, Mr. Rose Fue nk sea without adh
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