Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 November 1948 — Page 11

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Inside Indianapolis

By Ed Sovola

NEXT TO playing hookey, going home from school is probably as much’ fun as a youngster has during the week. At least that’s the way it always impressed me. After riding with Luther Coble, driver of No. 7-bus of Pike Township School, that old idea still holds true. Going home from school is a daily

picnic. I'll refrain from further comment about playing hookey since I'm not sure that it's being done any more. Mr. Coble, who has been driving a Pike Township bus for 10 years, cautioned me about the noise even before we were through shaking hands. . “I gather you have a healthy bunch of kids.” 7 “Two bunches and the second is healthier and louder than the first,” answered Mr. Coble with a big grin. “But you're welcome to come along.”

Kids Are Like Taxes

THERE WERE 10 yellow buses waiting out front for the children. Two drivers make two trips and all told approximately 475 children are driven to their homes in Marion County or close enough that a hop, skip and a jump are all that remain. The first graders came tumbling out in their snowsuits five minutes before the bell rang. That’s done, explained Mr. Coble, so they won't get trampled by the bigger fellows. Kids are like taxes, aren’t they? All that changes is the size, otherwise they remain the same, It wasn’t long after the little tots were safely in their seats that the real rush started. Say, where do the young fellows get all that energy?

The ride home is the best part of going to

school. Here Pike Township School children climb aboard a bus under the watchful eyes of Luther Coble and white-belted Patrol girl Nancy Jacoby.

Little Byron Young, Bus 7 rider, called to a school friend to ride in “his” bus. “I don’t want to ride in your bus. Your bus is the meanest bus in the whole bunch,” was the squelch.

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What does Mr. Coble think about a corversa-, tion such as that? A long time ago he has’ learned to pay no attention to what the kids do.| Except, of course, when they happen to start taking his bus apart. . Nancy Jacoby, patrol girl, whispered to me that Bus 7 wasn’t really the meanest. I didn't see how it could have been. The bus load was lively, sure, but how else would you have youngsters? : Nancy's job is to see that the passengers get safely across a thoroughfare, especially when the stop is on a state highway. Carolyn Brown called, “Post office, Mr. Coble.” “She's expecting a letter from her boy friend,” said Mr. Coble with enough volume to carry to Carolyn. There was the usual evasive answer, Back the bus went under the skillful hands of Mr. Coble. As we bumped along the road the sudden quiet seemed out of place. That, however, didn’t last long. :

The second group was waiting for us when|:

we pulled in front of the school. Prudence Cottingham was the patrol leader and the nearest thing to authority on the trip. The smell of leather coats and helmets and the sight of missing front teeth took me back a couple decades. How come a guy has to get old before he appreciates the fun he used to have? Mr. Coble’s bus creaked at the joints before it was fully loaded. There were three youngsters to a seat. In the first row across from the driver sat Richard Ricketts, Jimmy Davis, second graders, and a bloke who was having a tough time taking notes.

Robert Eubanks, senior, who was sitting in’

the rear of the bus, started the older boys and girls singing. There’s something about the way school kids sing “White Christmas” that knocks me” for a loop: From that hunk of mood-produc-ing song the vocalists proceeded to Christmas hymns and livelier selections.

In the Center of a Whirlwind

THERE WAS one example of the type of thing that is always good for the soul. Little

Ronnie Campbell hopped off the bus and ran|g

to his gate where a huge black dog was waiting

for him. Waiting and going slightly wild until|}

his master came home. You should have seen the two run across the front yard. Good stuff. “See you and your arithmetic tomorrow.” “G’bye.” “Yahooo!” “S’long.” “Goodnight, Mr. Coble.” “Let me out, Mr. Coble.” The experience can be compared to being in the center of a good-sized whirlwind. Mr. Coble said he gets a big kick out of driving. “Next year there's talk that we’ll have more kids,” said the driver. “They just keep coming.” Yes, and going.

Putting on the Bee

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NEW YORK, Nov. 24—I went up to watch the Dartmouths have at the Princetons on the gridiron the other day, and came back one dollar poorer. The lonély buck I donated to Princeton. It was all I had handy, and seemed the least I could do.

I had not realized until lately how poor the rich are these days, what with inflation and all. Institutions like Princeton, which people like me always believed to be paved with gold and good intentions, are practically stony. Budget troubles. Can't stretch it on what they make. Busted. The Princetons are so worried about dough it seems to be reflected even in the conduct of the football team, which occasionally played like a man brooding about the Morris Plan. I gather the Dartmouths were not beset by similar fretfulness.

Princeton is currently putting the lug on its alumni for the tidy sum of $57.6 million—and they need $5.55 million right now, in a short hurry.

Half a million is to pay the help and get the storm doors fixed—the rest is supposed to go out and breed some interest against future expense. Ten more of these $5 million slabs will get the school off the hook. I do not wish fo leave the impression that all this fund-flushing is limited to the huntsmen of dear old Nassau. Nassau-ree. The Harvards are out beating the bushes for a mere $90 million, to repair the plumbing and rejuvenate the rugs. Columbia is looking for a red-hot $170 million.

Yales Are Raising Dough, Too

THE YALES are raising dough, teo, but have proudly refrained from quoting a figure. However, when the frog-hunt was announced, Yale's prexy sort of hinted that they were scouting for more than the $80 million announced by John Harvard. Pennsylvania needs $32 million; MIT is hustling’ the cup for $28 million. And all these schools have lusty endowments;. which still continue to lay sound eggs. It's just that the cost of training a man to look at home in a Brooks

Bros. suit has riz, like everything else.

Undone Probes

WASHINGTON, Nov. 24—We've got a little unfinished business hereabouts involving a few pints of my blood, some gifts for the Sheik of Araby, a flying machine the size of a: football field, an Italian volcano remodeled into.a steamengine, and the pie capacity of federal females. All these interesting subjects, and a few moré, Congress began with appropriate whoopla this year to investigate. When the plot began to thicken, the gentlemen changed the subject. This is unfair to_taxpayers. They (and I ‘mean me) want to know how the story came out. Take this blood, donated by millions of Americans to the Red Cross during the war. The Senate Banking Committee turned up by mistake an Army general who was peddling our life fluid at $25 a pint to pale Chinese in Shanghai as a sex tonic.

The Forgotten Blood-Banker

THE LAWGIVERS said they'd order the star-ry-shouldered blood salesman back home in irons; said they'd stick splinters under his fingernails until he confessed all. Then, blank. Everybody, including the Army, seems to have forgotten the bloody one. At last reports he had been reduced in rank to colonel and still was on duty in Tokyo. As for the sheik, another committee of the Senate caught up with him while investigating the shipment of steel pipe for an oil works in Saudi Arabia. Turned out the American oil men were slipping gifts (unspecified) to the sheik in Washington. The investigators promised to tell exactly what the oil moguls handed the representative of Saudi Arabia to make him happy. They never did. The aerial behemoth, which made so many headlines a few months back, is Howard Hughes’ $20 million wooden job. The Senate’s quit worrying about it and as far ‘as I know Mr. Hughes’

"By Robert C. Ruark

| They are pretty plaintive about it, too, which’ sort of comforts me when I consider my own crisis with the monthly bank statement. They put out little pamphlets, tearfully telling] how the budget has tripled and the professors are starving and things have come to a pretty pass. It costs eight million beautiful dollars to run Princeton for one year—three times what it cost when a buck was a buck and not a corn plaster. It takes a maharajah’s allowance to see a young scion through freshman year, but even the rich man's son who is paying all the tabs is still riding 50 per cent free, according to operating costs, ~The bogey in the bush, to the loyal sons, is the possibility of having to approach the government, one day, with the hand outstretched and a pleading expression on the pan.

What Price the Yale Club?

WE HAVE no Oxfords and Cambridges here —Yale, Harvard and Princeton are the nearest thereto. To put them on the dole, so to speak, would invite federal or state control and rob the crew haircut of its symbolic dignity. What price the Yale Club, if the Boola-Boola' boys are being maintained by Uncle Sam? Even a taxpayer could demand entrance. In a nation which lacks a readily identifiable aristocracy, it seems to me important to keep the doors of old Nassau well-oiled to receive the sons of the rich; to keep the Harvard accent well furbished. No other schools—I exclude the Yales—produce a man who is readily identifiable at 100 yards on! a foggy day, and who seems unclad in else but| tweed and honest, somber flannel. i Which leads me back to my contribution. I was 80 moved by it all that I contributed a whole i although I am a product of a state university. It was my little effort to keep Princeton free and proud; my tiny striving to prevent the knitted necktie and button-down shirt from perishing from the earth. My only regret was that I was not richer at the time, but, you see, I had sentimentally wagered on the Princetons. That, it developed, was a broad financial mistake.

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By Frederick C. Othman

iumber flying machine is withstanding the termites at San Pedro, Cal. The Senate may not care, but I'd like to see this oversized item, with seats for 400 passengers, do a little flying. ; The volcano came up during proceedings of the Senate Appropriations Committee, The idea was for the Marshall Plan to hand the Italians a few millions so they could put valves and petcocks on their volcano and thereby turn the wheels of several large steam engines. Did they get the money? Is the volcano harnessed and purring peacefully? Nobody knows for sure on Capitol Hill.

How About Those Pie Cuts?

SEN. WILLIAM D. LANGER (N. D.) and the cellophane wrapped cigar brought up the question of pie for government clerks. In the course of his investigation of the federal cafeterias he hauled in the management and one cherry pie. He claimed that for 15 cents a slab, they cut too many slices from each slab. The piemen said they did not, either, And there, I regret to report, the matter rests. |

I'd like to know also what ever happened to Sen. Homer Ferguson's inquiry into the two PanAmerican highways (one seems to have been built because of a slight error) in Guatemala. There’s the little matter of votes for sale in four states, but whether the elections committee ever will get around again to that is problematical. And as for the Federal Bureau of Reclamatiop, Rep. Forrest Harness (Ind.), who was investigating it, wrote Commissioner Mike Straus the day before election a number of questions. The Hon. Mike said that he'd be delighted to answer them as soon as the Congressman returned to Washington. Rep. Harness doesn't seem to be returning. He lost.

The Quiz Master

. Has any player ever broken Babe Ruth's record of 60 home runs in one baseball season? This record established by Babe Ruth in 1927 has never been broken. ‘ el Is there a difference between an octopus and a giant squid? Although they are closely related they are separate and distinct creatures. Fhe. oetopus has eight arms; the squid ten.

22? Test Your Skill ???

In United States politics what is meant by the Old Guard? This term refers to the conservative or stand-pat element in the Rewbiican Party. L

Where was Prince Bernhard, husband of Queen

Juliana of the Netherlands, born? Prince Bernhard was born in Lippe-Biester-feld, Germany, in 1911. He became a naturalized citiven of the Netherlands in 1936.

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November and clean hands

Off-Season Visit Finds Cotton Busy

But Outside Garage,

Desolation Is Scene By LOUIS ARMSTRONG No one ever attempts to quote winter book odds on the 500 Mile Race, but if they did they'd surely drop around to Cotton Henning’'s 365-day-a-year garage in Gasoline Alley before going out on a limb with their figures. Not for book-making purposes. but just to see what ticks around the Alley in November, The Times sent this reporter and Photographer Robert Wallace out for a post-season survey of the scene. #" ” s ACTUALLY, there was more activity than you might expect around the Henning emporium. Three cars were torn down to their naked framework and two mechanics, Edward Metzler and Roy (Whitey) Worline under Cotton’s supervision, are putting them in shape in the best Henning manner. Cotton, himself, has been under the weather and this week pulled into the Mayo Clinic pits for an overhauling. The day was cold and bleak when we dropped in on Cotton but an oil stove buzzed away in one corner casting a warm glow over the immaculate shop. “The Galloping Ghost,” the Maseratti which has turned so many Speedway miles under Wilbur Sha¥ and the late Ted Horn sat in its familiar place—a tough contender for the 1949 event. ” ” . NEXT TO it in the middle stall is the old Sampson Special whicn George Connor drove but failed to finish in this year’s event. It is the least torn up of the three but will get the Henning treatment after the first of the year. The dark horse of the stable is the Maseratti which Cotton and his backers, seven Indianapolis businessmen using the name of Indianapolis Race Cars, Inc., purchased recently. It was driven to seventh place in the 1946 event by Gigi Villoresi. Cotton says the car has not been hurt in any way, is a later

number of refinements. Put that combination in the hands of Cotton Henning and it goes down in my book as one of the top contenders.

»” ” ” RIGHT in the middle of the machinery survey, Wilbur Shaw, Speedway president, dropped in along with Ed Wintergust, the gasoline man. It almost looked like May. But outside of the garage activities were about as lively as a Glotz Special with both front and rear axles broken: The brick and asphalt oval takes the prize for desolation in off season. Just to get the whole picture we took a buzz around the two and one-half mile halo. On the backstretch a limb lay in the middle of the track. Weather cracks drew a spider-webb pattern on the surface of that deadly north turn. ® x = THE ONLY motion in the ‘stands was from. an old news|paper tossing about on the wind. It was too quiet and we got out . . . See you next May.

PLAN O. E. 8. INSPECTION Inspection of Indianapolis Chapter No. 393, O.E.S., will be held at 8: p. m.,, Friday, in the chapter temple at 1522 we Morris | Street .

mechanic, has temporarily hung up his coveralls and mechanics in the job of grooming three cars for next year's 500 Mile Race. Will

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 1948

= oHIC, [Cotten] Henning, master Speedway rom a stool bosses two other

Will it ever run? addition to his stable, a Masera seventh place in 1946. the garage.

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. .. Cotton looks with hope on the newest

tti which Gigi Villoresi drove to

Pieces of the car are strewn throughout

Like old times

The experts . .

... . Wilbur Shaw, Speedway president, drops into the Henning garage frequently on tours of inspection of the speed plant. Here he flashes that well known grin as he tries the seat of "The Galloping Ghost," Maseratti in which 500 in 1939 and 1940. ’

. Edward Metzler (left) and Ray (Whitey) Wor.

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g Grooms Mounts For Race In 1949 As Fall Winds Whip Oval

Photos by Bob Wallace, Times Staff Photographer

line are carrying the load of winter work on the three cars while Cotton pulls into Mayd’s Clinic for a physical tuning befora

spring.

Warns of Holiday This Year's Holiday Feast Far Cry From Old Days

Traffic Danger

State police reminded Thanksgiving holiday drivers today that accident records for the holiday

period last year shows 25 fateh]

ities in the state. Most of the accidents were in the northern part of the state where roads were icy, Col. Robert

Rossow, state police superinten-|

dent, said. Col. Rossow warned motorists that rain is forecast for the northern part of Indiana over the holiday and hazardous driving

By LEO TURNER, United NEW YORK, Nov.

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24—Amcricans will row to one of the most expensive Thanksgiving feasts on record. Take it slow and easy tackling It is a far cry from the original American Thanksgiving in more that big dinner tomorrow, two : Imedical men warned today. An average Thanksgiving dinner for a family of five this | |year will range from $18 estimated by Boston grocers to $8.95

| First Thanksgiving Cost Nothing But Work; 1948 Dinner to Set Near Record Expense

Press Staff Correspondent. set down tomor-

Take ltEasy

On That Bird

Doctors Give ‘Vital’ | Thanksgiving Advice! |

CHICAGO, Nov. 24—(UP)—

| You'll feel a lot better aftpre ward, they said.

” | Dr. Morris Fishbein, editor of New York's first Thanksgiving the Journal of the American Medin 1644 by the jcal Association, said the slow

conditions are expected. Another complete with a 10-pound turkey accident factor will be the heav-|in Dallas, Tex. The bill was esti-| b i! jer traffic flow, Col. Rossow said./mated at $12.95 in New York. {was observe

model than the “Ghost” and has a|

Persons planning trips were advised to start early and avoid unsafe speeds. A mechanical check-

up to make sure vehicles are in

top operating condition was also turkey price on record. The New|

recommended.

War Mothers to Hold

Bazaar Nov. 30 | The Marion County Chapter of {the American War Mothers will hold a Christmas bazaar and chili supper in the LaVelle-Gossett VFW Home, 701 King Ave. from 2 to 7 p. m. Nov. 30. Aprons, pillowcases, stuffed animals, tiny sock dolls and other miscellaneous articles will be sold. Arrangements committee members include Mrs. Estella Long, Mrs. Julia Howser and Mrs. Anita Burke.

Local Group Attends AVC Convention

Members and delegates of local \chapters of the American Veter|ans Committee left Indianapolis ltoday for Cleveland, O., where /the AVC National Convention lwill be held for four days beginning tomorrow. | Martin Larner, regional vice chairman, heads the Indiana con{tingent, along with Fred Sondermann, state vice chairman, and |George Winder, Plymouth, state chairman.

| Turkeys sold for 67 cents a|Dutch in gratitude for the safeleater is going to feel a lot less

pound in New York and Chicago, compared with 49 cents a year ago. But it wasn't the highest

York price in 1929, the year the {stock market crashed, was 68 |cents a pound.

return of soldiers from a battle with the Indians between Greenwich and Stamford, Conn.. On Sept. 25, 1789, Rep. Elias |Boudinot of New Jersey suggested /that Congress request the Presildent to recommend a national

overloaded than the one who puts down his Thanksgiving day din‘ner in a hurry. Too Much Strain The man with a drumstick In each hand puts too great a strain

In 20 years, breeders brought Thanksgiving Day. Tudor Tucker on his stomach, Dr. Fishbein

the price down, produced more (white meat, and developed an “apartment size” turkey of 7 to 10 pounds. Even cranberries have been changed. The lowly red berry of the bogs has felt the impact of strange ideas, and emerged In everything from cranberry borsch to cranberry -sherbert. It's a long way from that first Thanksgiving which cost nothing but hard work. William Bradford, second governor of Plymouth Colony, proclaimed the first festival in 1621, calling for a day of Thanksgiving for “God's merciful dealings with us in the wilderness.” A Bountiful Dinner It was a sumptuous meal. As recalled by Governor Bradford, |“beside foule, there was a great |store of wild turkies . . . beside venison.” The Massachusetts = General Court issued the first formal Thanksgiving proclamation in 1689, and the following year the state declared it an annual autumn holiday.

of South Carolina argued that Thanksgiving was no concern of the House, and Aedanus Burke, also of South Carolina, objected to “this mimicking of European customs.” Becomes Yearly Event President Washington finally |proclaimed Thursday, Nov. 26, {1789, as a national Thanksgiving Day, but there was no move to make it an annual event. Credit for the annual holiday usually is given to Sara Josepha Hale of New. Hampshire, who as editor of Godey’s Lady's Book campaigned from 1846 to 1863 for its adoption. President Lincoln finally complied, issuing a proclamation one week after his Gettysburg Ad|dres in 1883, proclaiming the last {Thursday of November a nation-

lal holiday. President Franklin D.. {Roosevelt moved it ahead one

{week in 1939 and 1940, only to have both houses of Congress {adopt a resolution in 1941 making the -last Thursday the officll

holiday.

said. Dr. H. K. Scatliff, secretary of the Chicago Medical Association, said you'll feel better if you don't concentrate on just one dish. Twelve ounces of turkey will give you more groans than a meal of six ounces of turkey, three of potatoes and three of salad, he said. Take a Walk Drs. Fishbein and Scatliff said many diners will stuff themselves until drowsy. They advised the man who finds he is sleepy from overeating to take a walk around the block—slowly. % Don’t drive if you feel logy, they warned. Too much food will you just as drowsy as too much lliquor, they said. |

Heads Insurance Unit

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