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PENCILS FLASHED at three paces. Two jaws he was coming along with my portrait. I wasn’t clamped shit and dractically ed into granite. doing too hot with his. The lines were bold tense as two brown-eyed men enough, dark enough, but they didn’t seem to be stared at other when the, action started. in the right place. Very frustrating, indeed. bl - ” My hand One pencil broke. Then another and another 3 : quivered slight- My temper was getting as short as the leads on ly as my voice the drawing pencils. The leads Mr. Gaylor uses

.*, broke the si- +: lence. “You . beat me to the. . draw.” 3 sIThat is : right, son,” answered the man. ‘More experience.” More experi- : ence. It's al- ! ways more exi perience at | anything I try. My strokes on the drawing paper became : bolder, surer, darker, noisier. Guy Gaylor, New York por- ; trait artist, screwed up his face into an expression of pain. That was no fair. How could I draw his likeness with him making faces at me? The downtown store of H. Lieber Co. would be the scene of something other than a drawing bout, I informed Mr. Gaylor, if he didn’t quit making faces.

‘This Is the First’

“I'M NOT used to havin attempt to draw my portrait said the artist.

“And I'm not used to having my subjects talk back to me when I'm doing their portraits.” “How many have you drawn or painted?” “This is the first,” was my answer. Several nosey customers laughed. “This is the first time I'm posing, too.” More laughter. It's no exaggeration to say I was steaming slightly. Mr. Gaylor worked while he talked. Notice how I said that: Worked while he talked. He said he's been drawing portraits for 27 -years. He studied in the National Academy of Design in New York and for four months out of the year he worked in the big city and the rest of the time he's traveling throughout the country. “I may stay in Indianapolis for six or eight weeks,” he added. “That's good,” I said. I began to wonder how

The Big Swindle

NEW YORK, Sept. 30—1I see where the Indians are clamoring to get back a piece of Manhattan on the ground that they got swindled by old Peter Minuit, who bought the island for 24 bucks worth of beads and a cask of fire water.

A red-blooded, all-American boy named Chief Rising Cloud, who described himself as a child psychologist, is seeking the return of a midtown block. He wants it back for the original purchase price. I have always’ had a hunch that the Indians pulled a fast one on Old Petrus, wheh they unloaded Manhattan on him. I think it was part of a plot against the whites—a long-term hex that richens with the years.

“Ugh,” said the No. 1 real estate agent. “We teachum. We swindle um good. We drive um nuts if it takes 500 years.” ’ Manhattan was a pastoral place when Minuit bought it: It was uninfested by strip-teasers or hotel doormen. Sporadic skunks roamed the Wall Street section, and copper-skinned mobsters from Brooklyn occasionally made a foray, but largely it was a quiet, peaceful place. But the Manhattan Indians just naturally figured they couldn't keep it that way. There was something fn the air, even then, that was vaguely disturbing to the residents. The squaws began to holler for tepees overlooking the park.

24 Fish Were 24 Fish

MANHATTAN was so ideally located that friends and relatives were always dropping in from the surrounding countryside, demanding food and lodging and tickets to the big pow-wows. The price of pemmican was beginning to tilt, and the deer which frolicked around 42d St, were thinning out. There are some who say that $24 and a hogshead of hooch was not a fair price for the island. But the owners didn’t figure it that way. Twentyfour fish, in those days, was roughly equivalent to the national debt today, and we must not forget that Mr. Astor had not yet arrived to improve the premises. The question of price was kicked around the council-lodge, and it was decided that money in

GUY GAYLOR—That's his name but the above is not his likeness. Mr. Gaylor, New York portrait artist (he can be seen in the H. Lieber Co.), had the misfortune of posing for another "artist."

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old razor blade, he does. “I'm almost through,” announced Mr. Gaylor. “Just hold your eyes still for a minute.” My watch showed me we had been drawing almost 20 minutes. Curiosity was just about killing me. How did I look on his board? “Are you anxious to see what I have drawn?” Mr. Gaylor said he wasn't anxious. After looking at the drawing I was glad he wasn't] anxious. Pretty awful. Couldn't understand why. Art is supposed to be only a matter of putting] down- what you see. Copying nature "as it were. I ren imitated his actions but it didn't do any) good. | “There we are,” he said with a sigh of satisfaction as if he had just finished eating a piece of apple pie. {

‘That Looks Like Me’

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“THERE WE ARE,” I hastily followed. There! wasn’t much use in spending any more time on! ia 4 the portrait. x “Hey, that "looks like me.”| It did. In fact, it looked a’ lot| better. Mr. Gaylor 3 glanced at my effort. His eyes opened wide.

tense as two, brown - eyed, men stared at each other. | “Would you like to keep it?” I asked. | We really, didn't say] much to each] other after that. Mr. Gay- | lor went about] { earning a live ing with his newly - sharp-| ened pencils. I| beat it. I'll bet| he won't be| talked into an-| other portrait| contest soon. I won't either, But, that’s the| way it goes, a man learns something every day. Or he should if he’s quick on the draw.

By Robert C. Ruark 1

the mitt was better than a duodenal ulcer on the morrow, The red man was a pretty smart cookie, In those days, before the United States took over his moral and physical welfare, and the red man] could see the handwriting on the wigwam wall. | He knew it wouldn't be long before the British| would hijack the joint from the Dutch, and then the Americans would knock off the new tenants, He knew that it was just too centrally located) to be immune from invasion. . He may not have foreseen prohibition, but it is| a matter of record that the barrel of joy juice was eagerly received.

No Place for Lover of Peace

HE MAY not have foreseen the day when every, squaw must have a mantle of mink. But he was| already getting rumbles in the lodge that the little doeskin afternoon dress was too short in the| hem for style, and that mama simply wouldn't

"PORTRAIT ARTIST"—This is how "Mr. Inside Indianapolis" looked to Mr. Gaylor. Both men simultaneously posed and drew each other. We leave it for you to decide who got the short end of the deal.

be caught dead in the forest if she had to wear |

it another year. He may not have foreseen the destruction of| the gold standard, but history tells us that wampum had twice been devaluated prior to the year 6. There was no way he could know that a Mr.| Jack Rockefeller would erect a tall teepee in the| heart of the best pheasant country, from which] would come the soap opera, the ulcer, the adver-| tising campaign and the singing commercial. But! he noticed that the braves were spending more and more time over the signal tom-toms, and on clear afternoons the sky was crowded with puffs of smoke, as the primitive announcers extolled the virtues of Sitting Pretty Warpaint, or the wondrous comfort of moccasins by I. Corn Crusher. Yes, sir, I think our red brothers had a pretty clear idea of what was coming-—the crowded | trails, the underground tunnels, the visiting tribes- | men, the dissatisfied squaws with little dogs too expensive to eat, the iron horses and the prohibitive cost of stew meat. I think the red man got the best of the bargain, for New York today is no place for a peace-loving warrior to dwell. { Too many tribes in it, all out for each other's scalp. And noisy to beat the band. |

Round bor Kersten By Frederick C. Othman

WASHINGTON, Sept. 30—Today I've got to admire out loud Charles J. Kersten, -the Congressman from Wisconsin, who knows how to turn the other cheek. The witness called him names. Insulted him. Said he was evil. Sneered. Snarled. And in connection with Rep. Kersten’s voting record on labor matters, shouted. “That's one hell of a “way to run a railroad.” Five cops stood against the walls in the labor committee room when James J. Matles, one of the alleged Communist bosses of the United Electric Workers Union, had his bitter say about Congressmen in general and Rep. Kersten in particular.

Proceedings Were Remarkable

ANY OTHER lawgiver probably would have signaled the blue coats to give the gaunt and sallow-faced Mr. Matles the bum’s rush. But ndt the gentleman from Milwaukee. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even flush. Calmly he heard out the unioneer and calmly he continued asking questions which brought on still louder outbursts. The perier Mr. Matles became, the Kindler seemetf the Congressman. The proceedings, in other words, were remarkable, Listen: = The big and homely Rep. Kersten read from a pronunciamento by Joe Stalin, saying the main job of Communists is to start the world revotution. Did union chief Matles agree? > “Why don’t you read what Lincoln and Jefferson said?” demanded Mr. Matles. “You say you are interested in saving our union. How? By voting for the Taft-Hartley bill? By voting for the Mundt-Nixon bill? That's one hell of a way to run a railroad!” That statement, which came perilously near to contempt, the Congressman ignored. He wondered if it were true, as testified by a parade of witnesses, that Mr. Matles was a chieftain of the pinkos, American branch?

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The Quiz Master

What is the origin of “news” as applied to newspapers? It was the custom in early times to place on the first page of the paper the four cardinal points of the compass, indicating that the paper contained reports from the four quarters of the globe. They finally placed the letters in a straight line, N-E-W-S, and the sheets were then @alled “newspapers.”

| “You can’t frame me,” cried Mr. Matles. “The Constitution permits me to keep my politics and| my religion to myself.” Rep. Kersten reminded him that the preceding! witness, James J. Conroy, had admitted he was a member of the Communist Party for six years. |! “He came from the gutter,” said Mr. Matles.| “He’s no good.” | The Representative asked what was wrong

with Mr. Conroy. Mr. Matles stared him in the ¥ eye and replied: “What's wrong with him? The § same thing that's wrong with.you. He stands for everything that's evil. Just like you, Mr. Con- §

gressman.”

‘You're Right About That’

THE COPS snapped to attention, but Rep. Ker- 3 sten skipped that one, too. The officers relaxed, } ‘the reporters put down their pencils and the Con- §

gressman asked whether Mr. Matles didn’t think] his 600,000 members had a right to know whether, he was a Communist? Mr. Matles lurched forward in his chair and with small black mustache twitching, shouted: “They have all the information they want. They just re-elected me, didn’t they? And you, Mr. Con gressman, you still have to be re-elected.”

Mr. Kersten smiled. “You're right about that,” &

he said. “And” I don't blame you for trying to make some political hay while the sun still shines,” said Mr. Matles with & sneer in every word. “You only have a couple of months left to go.” . Gently the chairman of the Labor Subcommit-| tee tapped his gavel, said he was hungry. Guessed he’d adjourn the hearings for a sandwich. Mr. Matles stared at him, amazed. Then he stamped out. By any count, it was Rep. Kersten's round. It also was an excellent demonstration of how to win a fight the easy way, just by letting the other fellow get so sore and so excited|

that he bops himself on the chin. |

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JUNCTION OF WATERS—To Hoosiers there are two forks of White River, the West and the East. They join near Petersburg to form the true White River. In the tongue of the Indians it bears the same name as the fork which flows through Indianapolis, the Wahpehani. Here the Naptown stream (left) joins the East fork or the. Ongwahsahkah. This scene is unfamiliar to present day state citizens and the photograph is believed.to be the first published of the junction. It was familiar, however, to George Rogers Clark and his historic Long Knives who brought peace

to the frontier.

STUDENTS AT EDUCATOR'S GRAVE—Members of the Hoosier Historical Institute receive lessons on the spot where history has been made. This is the marker over the body of Rev. Jean Francios Rivet, V. G., Hoosierland's first public school teacher, who died at. Vincennes in 1804. In the past 200 years the city has been under the domination of five flags, the Spanish, French, British and American. The citizenry has taken and preserved the best from each to enhance the lore that is Vincennes.

HERO OF VINCENNES—In metal, George Rogers Clark is an imposing figure as he stands within the rotunda of his memorial. In real life he was equally as imposing. S'x feet two inches tall, he was a robust physical specimen who inspired his men bY prowess as well as appearance. On capturing Ft. Sackville, he immediately reflamed it in honor of a fellow Virginian. Thus the log stockade became Ft. Patrick Henry.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1948

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ALONG THE WABASH—Indiana's febulous stream flows alongside the Clark Memorial where class members listen to Ross Lockridge, Institute directors During bitter February weather, Gen. Clark, magched his 130 men through the swampy forestland from Ft. Kaskaskia, near St. Louis, to attack this British outpost which: threatened American security in the West. With Sackville safely taken, the frontier general turned his attention to opening the remainder of the Northwest Territory. His ultimate goal was Ft. Detroit which was a key point of British defense. |

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ENSHRINED IN STONE—With swift, bold strokes and a hearty bluff, the 26-year-old, blue-eyed, blond commander of the American troops forced the fall of Ft. Sackville at Vincennes from the British in February, 1779. More than 150 years later a grateful nation memorialized Gen. Clark and his followers with this ime | posing structure erected on the site of a victory which aided in opening the West. ° lea? ;

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PLACE OF HOLY REST—In the basement of the Old Cathedra at Vincennes are buried four bishops who have ministered the spiritual destiny of Catholics in the vicinity. Today" the cellar chapel is a point. of interest to tourists visiting the historic landmark. It still is used for services and the celebration of weddings. Next door is the library of the first bishop assigned to the cathedral. It is filled with several ms. i oi)

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