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IF YOU HAVEN'T, you should; if you have, good. That’s about all this political observer has to say on Election Day. The way I see the picture, no matter who wins today, most oi us are going to have to work just the same amd there's no time like the present. So, with a méllow “B Pluribus Unum” and “May the Best Man Win,” we pick up the salt shovel. The next time curiosity about football an--nouncers stirs me into action I'm going to look up Bill Stern. Working with pioneers is no go unless, of course, you're a pioneer. “Where’: the broad booth and what kind of coffee do they serve?” I asked as the green of Roosevelt Field in Southport came into view after the side gates were opened.
Is the Air Conditioning Working?
OF THE THREE in the car besides myself,
Mike Dunn, director of sports and special events for WXLW, elected to speak. “Hhe broadcasting booth is on a telephone pole on the 50-yard line and coffee is served at the concession stand,” Mike answered while Ward Glen, commercial and color man, and Nathan Hallp en: gineer, Xr ckod themselves out laughing. “Do you think :the air-conditioning will be work'ng tonight?” Ward Glen managed to spufter to Mike. “And another thing, if my electric footpad goes on the blink, I'm going home.” Even though there was more, I caught on immediately when the crow’s-nest on the pole came into focus. Just room enough for a couple of guys, i thought, provided the microphone wasn’t toc arge. Be >re the game between Washington and Bouthport got under way, a few duties had to be performed by the three-man team. Mike talked to the officials, Ward and I talked to the coaches, got the lineups and arranged for two spotters, who. I learned to my horror, saw the game in the crow’s-nest along with four other people, and Nathan set up his equipment—on the ground, lucky fellow. Three minutes before the kickoff, Southport rooters saw six men begin to climb a 30-foot ex: tension ladder. A nice cheer went up for Mike, Ward, Jack Smith, Washington spotter; Barton Spencer, Southport spotter; Joy Miles, publicaddress handler, and a member of the press who wondered about the wood in the platform, what was good for splinters, and how many "bones would a man break if he fell 30 feet to the cold, cold ground. -« - It was easy to breathe if one didn’t averdo it. The carpenter who built the thing undoubtedly never planned on having more than one man and a small boy in it at the same time. As we battled and shoved for position, Mike told me to make the best of the situation. “Once,” Mike yelled straight up into the 8 o'clock blue although it was intended for me, “we did a broadcast from a ladder at a 45-degree angle and it was higher and worse than this.” “That I gotta see,” I snapped. The reason for my sharpness was that Ward Glen had poked me
In the eye with his pad and that made me a bit
uneasy. You understand, I hope. Ward started the broadcast with the usual
I'll tell you. Part of the fourth quarter became a
By Ed Sovola
— Football is watched in all kinds of weather and stadiums. ~ Mike Dunn (left) and Ward Glen broadcast football in all kinds of weather and under conditions which make playing safe in comparison.
'OO00QO0H, HE'S SPILLED
thing you hear—*“a word from the sponsor.” There was no doubt in my mind before Ward was through that the Dill Implement Co. was paying their wages and bringing football inte your living, room. . ' I heard most of the game over the publicaddress system. The gentlemen who were mentioned most were Mike Purichia, Ed O'Reilly, Don Leppert, Don Kadrtepeter, Bob Wheeler and a fellow named John Dawson. Dawson kept going in and out as if he were delivering “coal to Newcastle,” lump at a time.
They V. . _ a Hardy Outfit
AT THE HAIF I had a chance to look at my program and see which side some of the boys were playing on. It makes the game more interesting. It felt goqd to be able to move my arms,
too. At the beginning of the fourth quarter, Mike turned the microphone over to me. Those boys have a good time when they go on a broadcast,
total blank. One of the spotters told me the score was 20-7 in favor of Washington. '" The WXLW crew is a hardy outfit. When the season ends, they will have broadcast 22 games in similar, little better or worse conditions. When basketball begins, the threesome has a tentative schedule of 60 games. Possibly 70.
Air, Traffic
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The Indianapolis Times
SECOND SECTION TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1948
Mishaps: Kill
Parachute Fouls,
Flight Instructor Dies
Air and highway accidents claimed nine lives in Indiana yesterday, state police reported today
Two brothers-in-law died in a plane crash in DeKalb County and a Topeka; Ind, man was killed when his parachute failed. In traffic accidents three men were killed in a train-car crash in northern Indiana and three more died as the: result of injuries received in accidents. The dead are: °* Rex Brooks, 24, Angola. William Saganel, 24, student at Tri-State College, Angola. Dave Hooley, 30, Topeka. Orville 8. Hardin, 19, Louisville,
Ky. Homer Ward, 21, Louisville. Kenneth N. Manning, 25, Charlestown.
Arnold Cook, 17, Paoli. Hiram Isom, 23, Connersville, Joseph Malott, 39, Petersburg. Rented Plane Falls Mr. Brooks and Mr. Saganel
rented plane crashed four miles northeast of Waterloo in Dekalb RA County. Mr. Brooks was piloting
the plane. : i Hooley, son of Mr. and| 2001 N. Talbot Ave. An.apartment and rooming house area, rs. Jeff Hooley, Lagrange|" t County residents, was injured going to work.
fatally in a parachute jump at Meyers Airport in Ft. Wayne yesterday. The pilot of the plane frorfidwhich Mr. Hooley, a flight instructor, was making his first parachute jump, said the ripcord apparently caught on the plane and opened the chute prematurely. He was dragged into the rear
As I said, pioneers have it rough. But high! school football must go over the ether and WXLW| intends to send it, come crow’s-nests or 45-degree- | angle ladders. .
Memo to
NEW YORK, Nov. 2— whose name I don't k yet, would you spare a minute to hear the rds of a cornfed constituent? You might like to know what your new bosses expect of you. We don’t expect miracles, because magic is not in you. You all were politiclans—good, bad and indifferent—and your net experience in lofty statesmanship is nil. I think what we need is an executive, this trip, and I think we’re gonna collect one. I think what we want is a hoy who will get the crop in, the fénces mended, and shake up the hired help, which has certainly gotten out of hand. But there are two things we don’t want, boys. We don't want any delusions of immortality in that nice white house; no Neroes, no Napoleons, no single-handed molders of destiny. And we don’t want to turn that spacious Washington dwelling into a clubhouse for old friends, hangers-on and free-loaders. There is a very nice kitchen in the White House—what say we leave it to the cooks, and keep the unofficial cabinets out of it? ‘
Leave J. Edgar Alone
I KNOW THAT all politicians owe debts for past favors, but insofar as possible, Mr. New President, will you please pay off with minor ambassadorships to tinpot principalities, and keep their claws out of important business? We have had a recent experience of shoddy leadership in running a nation, and before that we had some striking examples of what happens when a guy gets so big for britches that any pal of his is automatically a copper-fastened genius. I would like fewer Harry Hopkinses, Henry Morgenthaus, Ed Pauleys and Harry Vaughans in this administration. Leave J. Edgar Hoover and the FBI alone. Don’t bounce Edgar upstairs to some fancy foolishness, like the heading of a special mission to correlate the consumption of borscht with Communist sympathy. The FBI is about the only institution in the government which holds, and has earned, the simple faith of the nation as a nonpolitical arm, as solid as Sunday. Leave it alone. There are
r Mr. New President,
Of Cats and Men
WASHINGTON, Nov. 2—I hate cats, myself. They know this and they delight in giving me the shivers by rubbing themselves against my ankles. Other people, like Robert Lothar Kendall, president of the American Feline Society, Inc., love them. There is no accounting for tastes and anybody who's all caught up with politics at this particular moment can learn here, this minute, about National Cat Week, which is almost upon us. I would not fool you. 5 From cat advocate Kendall, who takes a good deal for granted, I have this communicatjon: “Dear friend of cats: You will be pleased to know that the week of Nov. 7-13 has been set aside as National Cat Week. The Society is proud of its efforts in behalf of the cat. More has been accomplished in this past year toward acquainting the public with the virtues of this noble God's creature than during the past 72 years by the combined 600 humane organizations in the United States and Canada. The general public is becoming more and more cat conscious, directly through the efforts of the American Feline Society, Inc?” n “Help save Americas cats,” is the slogan. *Adopt a cat.” J
A Nice, Clean Bit THAT IS NOT ALL. The cat fanciers are putting out stamps, advertising the virtues of the noble creatures, and selling same (stamps, not cats) at $1 per hundred. The proceeds will go for catnip and allied supplies. Too many people have cats all wrong, according to the founder of Cat Week, and thanks to him I now come to the interesting facts concerning cats: “You, Sir and Madam, are much safer being bitten by a cat than, say, your own child, because a cat's mouth is cleaner, bacteriologically’ speak-
Winner
By Robert C. Ruark jobs enough to pay off the boys with, and we| don't want some comic-book Hawkshaw playing| cops-and-robbers with a going concern. | Just haul off and kick the combined services smack on *the fanny. Get those admirals and | generals and 26-year-old air force colonels into! line, and in a hurry. 4 ! We have been horsing around with this unifi-| cation, one way- or another, for three years, and| the Bureau of Ships is still arguing the superiority! of the dreadnaught over the bow-and-arrow. Get yougself a defense chief who will drive those guys! intel line. Keep the politics up on the Hill and out| of the Pentagon.
You're in Command
IF WE GOT to have a strong armed force, quit fiddling with it and get it. If not, disband, and send Henry over to make peace with Uncle Joe; and let's knock off alt this argle-bargle. And, for the love of the Lord, lay down some law about all the publicity-happy brass hats shooting off their mouths every time they want to make a personal point. You're the commander-in-chief, Mac. Make a noise like one, We would like some help in the tax tithes, but we won't holler tog loud if we can see a“return on the investment. And that doesn’t mean throwing it up in the air, for all the spongers here and abroad to rake in by the bucketfull. Shoo the bugs out of that spending-spree we have in Europe or quit it. I will buy their bread, but I am tired of furnishing the apartments of
wheel assembly of the plane and received a skull fracture. He died at Lutheran Hospital later yesterday.
Car-Train Crash Kills 8 The two Louisville men and the Charlestown, Ind., resident were killed in Speed a few minutes after they had obtained jobs at the Louisville Cement Co. in Speed. The car in which the three men were riding was struck by a southbound Pennsylvania Railroad train at the cement company’s private crossing. It was not determined which man was driving the car. Mr. Cook died yesterday of injuries received Sunday when his car wént out of control and overturned on State Road 37 near Paoli. : : Thrown From Auto
Mr. Isom died in Fayette Memorial Hospital, Connersville, last night of injuries received when he was thrown from a car driven by Frank Day, Glenwood, near Liberty yesterday. The driver was attempting to pass a truck in U. 8S. 44 when he lost control and crashed. Mr. Malott died in. Vincennes hospital yesterday of injuries received in a traffic crash near there Oct. 23.
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HIS FIRST VOTE—Mrs. Foy Wade, Democratic vice committeewoman of Pike Twp. 2, instructs her son, Norris, in the operation of the voting machine. A Purdue University student, he drove to Indianapolis early today to vote.
‘EISENHOWER WAS MY BOSS’ . . . By Kay Summersby
mistresses of opportunists, if you know what I mean. Go through that. State Department with a, flame-thrower. Clean out the power-goofy mili-| tary statesmen and amputate the global bleeding! hearts. Try to keep party politics out of your foreign policy. Let us also please stop buying votes with special | concessions to farm blocs and labor blocs and all! the other blocs, and pay a little more attention! to Joe Tremble, who pays the freights” { These are just a few orders, Mr. New President) from your new boss. I mean me and the 140-odd million people who will pay your grocery bill for the next four years.
By Frederick C. Othman
| ing, than that of a human. A cat is a great little | help around the house, keeping the mice killed.”| But do not expect your cat to eat its victims:|
their tails and hides are poisonous to cats. Cats are not treacherous. Neither do they carry diseases, nor bring bad luck. These are old wives’
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tales, which the Society would thank me for noteverwhelmed his broader in-|of the new Eighth Air Force, he|
repeating. A cat needs store-boughten meat, fresh milk} and clean water. It appreciates them and will repay their slight price in mouse-exterminating| service. i
Cats in Song and Story
THE FELINE SOCIETY has, of course, adopted a theme song for National Cat Week, entitled “Tabby the Cat.” It will be delighted to send to librarians its special library kit, containing further information about the noble animals for display in reading rooms. For those who would organize local cat clubs, it has plans. For newspaper editors it has, pictures of cats. For canners of cat food it has literature. For school teachers it has cat stories. For stamp collectors it has a limited supply of last year’s cat stamps. For $250 anybody can join the Society for life. Annual memberships range from $5 to $25. : The lovers of cats, it is easy to see, mean busi-
ness. There is no angle they have overlooked. And
as Chief Felinist Kendall said: “While great work has been accomplished, more, much more, remains to be done. This year’s National Cat Week theme, ‘Help Save America’s Cats—Adopt a Cat!’ should become a slogan to be applied throughout the year. It requires so little effort to be kind to your cat or any cat for that matter.” You may turn now, gentle reader, to the political columns.” I think I will, myself. Just writing about cats gives me the all-overs.
The Quiz Master ??? Test Your Skill ???
Q—How" did Joan of Arc convince her king that she was divinely inspired? ; a A—She refused to kneel to the puppet king who occupied the throne to deceive her, and picked out the real king from among the xttendant courtiers.
Q—Does a mockingbird have a natural song or does it merely imitate other birds? A—In addition to the mockingbird’'s na‘tural song he possesses the unusual power of imitating the notes of many other birds that he hears about him. >
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+icans?” I explained that the big Blitz, stand out in a crowd, he called to
and shook hands. “Be sure and|closed the door, sighed heavily, let me know if you ever come|and sagged into a chair. I stood back to London,” I said. “It would there uneasily, then sat down be ‘a pleasure to drive you both|stiffly. : again.” It had been better than We sat like that—without a most jobs; still, I was just AE the patter part of tho Tn me 1 goodbys, wartime hours. He sat an ought; I s GEN. EISENHOWER guoanys, Dea Bouncy |and fidgeted. Finally, he looked hurled dozens of questions at| # lup. “Thanks, Kay. Guess I won't m bout bul | GEN. CLARK mumbled some- be needing you any more to- © abou: women an ance ing about my “efficient driving.” | night.” drivers; how -we got along Gen. Eisenhower went back ito The scene became a common i the car. When he stepped out/occurence. I think it was partly with-our male colleagu i ROW} ore was a previous, priceless because the General wanted me we managed in the rough box of sweets in his hand. “Here|to stand by for any sudden trips, spots. Then he asked aboutyou are, Kay. We want you toipartly because he liked. to have v . ;jaccept this little box of candy | company during those mighty women who acted as air-raid some sort of appreciation. And!thinking bouts. I learned to
officials. He went into theif we're ever back this way, welsmother any feminine instincts subject of our auxiliary forces
want you to drive us.” | at conversation. Instead, I took 3 . | Within a fortnight I was along newspapers, magazines, and in the Army, Navy and Air) driving a new general, Force. | (Tooey) Spaatz.
Carl/books to while away the hours His curiosity about people, The now-famous and retired
{he dug into voluminous reports Ee |Tooey was, in early 1942, a grimand the individual, eventually y y gr
{or drowned. himself in medita[tion. They were curious periods, ly silent major general. As chief| those. / org Yet I grew to understand the 3 «“ 'had a gigantic job. And he spent|d eep concentration of Gen. terest in women at war. Tell ery waking moment pondering | Spaatz, to respect the enormity. me,” he said, “how did youl'over problems involved in tneiand Jongliness of De ake and, i i .!daring principle of daylight bomb-| finally, to feel per . sver wing yp with the Amer |ing. ey rather unspectacular, in the silent hours at Claridge’s. |balding man who would hardly} 2 2...» 2 {| SEVERAL TIMES Gen. Spaatz ithe steady Blitz, was over by the mind iat pensive statue; The girected me to tour bombed-out { nker.” He concentrated so in-| round Lofidon. It was no summer of 1941. About that time, sively thet Loofte Ghought peltiice & an, 3), vee I ran into an American colonel|y ag asleep. Naturally, he had| ’ 4 i An 0 at a cocktail party. He mentionedino time for the ordinary little] He had been in afer Dn \that his little group of seventeen details of everyday life. He was, don during the original Lu wis e officer “observers” (then in civil- in fact, coldly impatient with assault, sitting on roofs during {ian clothes, as America wasn’t in, them, {the heavy 14d 2nd making |{the war) needed drivers who nN. {notes on Naz act th ganndin kfew London. I told him about GRADUALLY, I became ex-| Now, he studied the debr our work and how life at Post No. perienced in a part I was to play self with all the intensity of 23 1 had turned dull. Several days, for ‘Gen. Eisenhower: That of engineer. He was studying bom later, a few MTC girls were trans-| ‘unofficial a de.” damage first hand; there was ho ferred to U. S. Army headquar-| It was rather embarrassing the Better jaborsiorys outside tters. Shelia and I were among first time. I had just let Gen.i€rs Lu . them. - |Spaatz out at Claridge’s after a| In the Lambeth district I “And I've been with the Yanks long, tiring day. He leaned in| pointed out our old MTC ‘headlever since,” I ended. {the car window and said, “You'd|quarters and he soon got me x = jpetter come on up, Kay. I may talking about those experiences.
GEN. EISENHOWER sudden- need you later.” ly. winked at Gen. Clark and joined him at the elevator. : seemed to shake off his serious] Walking into his suite was I even told him about Dick. mood. “Do you enjoy driving us|very much like walking into al I didn’t tell him all the defalls|) med ha around London?” {Hollywood version of a cocktail but I did confess that Dick was]
I answered that it must be ob-| party. In fact, it was a Hollywood my own, my very special Ameri-
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{wall of reserve between us. . . .j
| vious. |version, because the General's can, that he had been ever since | “Well, one of your girls aide, Maj. Sy Bartlett, was andithe days when I was an ambuwouldn't!” He laughed. “Re-!is a writer in the movie capital.{lance driver and he was a United
member that first afternoon when|Using the excltisive hotel and the States Army “observer” at the
we got here? I walked up to the high-brass atmosphere as props, Embassy. cars and asked if she were our|run of parties-attended by other|
the eye and said, ‘Oh, no! I'm the show people of London's West furrows were gone.from his fore- concentration. driving a three-star general!” |End, The smoke, the noise, and|head, the cold-steel missing from | » The next day I drove my two the rank were overpowering. {his eyes. generals out to Northholt. The uu |
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gards and affection. Tooey Spaatz."”
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IN THE HALF LIGHT—The early morning hours brought a rush to the polls of the Ith population is dense and voters usually ballot before
To Kay Summersby . « o with highest re-
! ‘You never complain if I keep you, and muttered, “Important s I parked gud|it knocked & few ships from the ate or if I ask you to do some|sion. Hendon Airport—and don’t
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| lat: tl h 1 f he had begun to stage a straight] 2 x = | aaraage, his brow ridged, his a te line ot ri MY TWO-STAR passenger shoulders , hunched, | driver. She looked me straight in Hollywood-Broadway figures and.leaned forward. For once the squinted in that old intensity of|
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precinct, 7th ward, at
LAST-MINUTE CAMPAIGNING—In the darkness before the polls opened, energetic Republican workers of Pike Twp. 2 strung posters of favorites. Putting up the. sign are Mrs. Ira Ward, vice committeewoman, and Dr. G. P. Silver, township chairman.
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lodd job any other driver would spare the horses!” bitch about.” He smiled. “I never| There’s something special about
an airplane coming in to land, no
|chores mean. From now on, any| matter how many you've traveled {time your captain isn’t away on| |a trip—just let me know. We'll arrange time-off, somehow. War stops for some things.”
on or how many you've met. Judging from the array of awaiting brass and the way Gen.Spaatz dashed out om Hendon’s runway, there was something extra-special about this plane. I
{ran over to see the V-I-P’s un-
Two wide ' shoulders appeared {in_the door, each | two |stars. Above them, a full face
THAT'S THE WAY things were with a broad grin — Gen. Fis“Kay,” he said, “I don’t talk|until one fine summer evening|enhower, weather was lifting. They were | THE GENERAL nodded briefly much. But I've hung onto you} when I pulled up at Claridge’s, heading for Scotland and then to everyone and strode into an-|as a driver decause you have a almost four weeks later. ‘ [the United States. We all got out other room. I'trailéd along. He'consclence something like mine.|Spaats juniped' ito the back seat . oi Tk
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