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SUNDAY, APR. 17, 19490

Inside Indianapolis

By su Sovola|

“NOT right now, kid,” I said. vaulting out and landing on one foot. You had to give the boy credit for one thing, he -Rhew a baliplayer when he saw one. ” Most of the players were doing pepper work along the third base line. Not for me. Gutteridge and Bob Klinger were having their own private session near home plate. “The coach was ‘handling the bat. “Let “er rip,” I said with a tug of my cap and a slap of my glove. The first ball hit me full in the chest after a mean bounce. I let go a stream of chewing gum juice and waved for another. It was right there, Gutteridge was puzzled, I could see that, because he stopped Lopez once and whispered something in his ear,

It wasn't long before my work caught the”

glances of-such players as Culley Rikard, Tom Saffell, Russ Peters, Dale €oogan, Clyde Klutz, John Bahr, Paul Erikson and Mel Queen. _Johnny Hutchings got Frank Kalin, Bob Ganss and Jack Hallett to one side and the foursome Just stood there watching me until Lopez yelled to “shake it up.” : Soon we went into a combination infield practice and batting practice. Everyone was to get four hits. Bob Klinger, Joe Gorski, Jim Walsh and Johnny Hutchins were scheduled to do the heaving. The criss-cross method of hitting fly balls and conducting tw infield practices almost made me gun-shy. Baseballs were all over the place. . Gutteridge moved over to where:I was, close to the covetéd second base, and waved to Lopez to hit him one. Lopez did, of course, and Gutteridge scooped it up and threw to Dale Coogan on first. A sizzling grounder hit the grass two fast licks and came at me over the clay. Smack -—heave— tig of the cap and I was ready for another, “Must be the glove,” called Gutteridge. brother. Overlooking the fact that a few went past me, thanks to Gutteridge, I think Lopez was impressed with ‘my work. (Incidentally, those few would have given Joe Gordon of Cleveland trouble.)

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As they dropped eut of the sky into the traffic pattern over the ocean, there was only one apparent sound, that of whistling turbos. The sun was down now, and the sky turned to a melten - lorange, It was cold and clear. 1 shivered for I was used to the jequator’s heat. There was an odd

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; {we approached i AR T the Okinawa runaway, which be- atmosphere here. “That one's mine" . .'. Don Gutteridge [left] ‘gan at the very end of the island. | “a wa

let's a new second baseman show his stuff, The Both ends of the strip ran into the sea. Warmth from the day had “Once around,” ardered the boss. Once around breeze kept nipping at me. it was for the entire squad. When we pulled up to Pacific was a choppy, slate-grey a stop, I noticed several (Hutchings, for one) men mass of water, “One more trip around the park detained here for several hours

rookie (note circle) fell on his face.

were puffing. wouldn’t have had me puffing. Four hits each,” called the skipper.

batting cage.

The Crowd Grew Tense

MY TURN came up. You could almost feel! the crowd move forward in their seats. The first | one Klinger threw I let go, Boy, that ball was] going fast. The second ball pitched went ‘way out over the! pitcher's box. The third was a tremendous hit into left field. The fourth hit (there were a few misses in between, of course) safled into right field. I like to razzle-dazzle the fielders. Gutteridge followed me in the box. He hit some pretty good ones, I guess, if you want to be technical. You could tell, though, he was really in there trying.

Some more infield work followed batting practice and a 20-minute run wound, up the day. I have to say that I fell out before the run began. Trainer Jim (Hump) Pierce greeted me in the) dressing room with some choice hago: I took it~ in my stride. Little did he know that Lopez! would probably hang a sign with “favorite son”| over my lqcker soon. I don’t know why Lopez hasn't called yet, he | can-reach me at RI-5551, The Times, anytime. | I'm ready, Al. We can win the pennant again, | boss.

Stubborn Male

- By Robert C, Ruark

NEW YORK, Apr. 16—I have noticed a heavy increase in pressure by the tailors and haberdashers to ‘woo the male away from his stern serge and neat white shirt. This has been project ' xX" for many years in the trade, which has wearied over the stubborn refusal of man to deliver himself into the rapacious hands of the stylists.

Each year, the taflors and the haberdashers

come out with the same old song: This year, father will wear pink pants and yaller shirts, with special customery for all occasions. And each year, except in Hollywood and Florida, father says my, my and buys another batch of white shirts to go with his neat gray herringbone. The male animal may be an awful schmoe in most respects, but for the last half-century or so he has stuck his fingers in his ears when the siren yodel of the stylists sounds in the springtime. He remembers, once, when the cotkbird wore the brilliant plumage—when the gents of G. Washington's time got themselves up in highheeled shoes, satin pants, pink coats, plumcolored weskits and powdered wigs. The stress and strain on the income was something fierce; because gentlemen were always growing runs in their silk stockings and ripping the alencon lace off their coatsleeves,

Modern Can't Afford Two

NO MODERN household; unless it be a den of millionaires, can afford two members who are trying to be pretty. The so-called head of the house has had a bitter experience with the cynics in the lady's apparel business. He has seen each season bring its vital change of mode, to where Madame must throw out all of last year’s finery or else be sneered at in the beauty salons. He has noticed, for instance, that this year's decree from Paris has the skirts nearly as short as they were before the thrice-accursed New Look was born two years ago, outmoding the entire wardrobe and flushing the last greenback from the old man's wallet. Man's clothes, while stupidly constructed from

a standpoint of comfort and utility, *have at least | one virtue. They are constant, suit and a shirt with the assurance that both are] fashion proof for their lifetime. He can walk in splendid anonymity amongst-other men. Nobody | sneers at the cut of his coat or the shape of his hat. He is never Placed in ‘eompetition with his fellow. They are plugging the pink .and yellow shirt in all the shops, now, but I have yet to see one on the neck of a man who has not worn them habitually for years. Nor does one, in the aver-| age city, come upon the peagreen pantalobn with| any degree of regularity. Understand, I do not fault a man for playing | the popinjay in a Joseph's coat or affecting ex-| plosive shirtings and ultra-violent neckties. He, may wear purple plaid pants and a peacock feather in his cap if he so desires. But he is walk-! ing right smack into the arms of the schemers.| They won't tamper much with the cut of his| suit for awhile—not until they drug him, so, with| color, that he is unconsciously competing with the! henbird for first place in the fashion parade. That's when they’ll start working him over, {

Diors Will Exploit His Vanity |

CHRISTIAN DIORS will spring up, to exploit/ his foppish vanity. They will start raising and] lowering’ the hemline on his pants. They will be! tailoring his coat with a plunging neckline one| year, and reversing it into a Russian pyjama] choker effect the next. It will not ‘be long before| his closet is stacked with passe dry goods, at which even the old-clo’ man sneers. That, my neighbors all, is when you will hear: | “But I haven't got anything to wear” delivered, for ‘the first time in many years in a ringing! basso profundo. That's when they’ll have us all in the same silken shackles, slave to the perverse whims of the snickering stylists. Walk warily, | men, and be chary of the rainbow hue, These | boys are clever, and they are playing out a long | and patient hand.

Tangled Uncle

By Frederick C. Offmen

WASHINGTON, Apr.

“ think that the world’s worst businessman is our

Uncle Samuel. He buys high and sells cheap. Frequently he cheats himself. And he gets so tangléd up in his own incredible bookkeeping that when he buys, say, a $10 electric fan it costs hifh $20 before he gets through with his own paper work. President Truman's been worrying for two years now about this most bumbling storekeeper ofall. So has the commission of ex-President Herbert Hoover. Now* the Senate's taking up Uncle’s methods, which would have driven any other merchant into bankruptcy years ago, and ouch! Fellow faxpayers, prepare to weep: The trouble seems to be that Uncle Sam buys

so many billions’ worth of stuff, from paper clips °

to battleships to busses for hureaucrats, that he can’t keep track of 'em. While one agency is spending $100 each for new typewriters, another across the street is selling the same Inactive slightly used at $8.95.

There'd Still Be Exceptions

80, FOR the second year Mr. Truman has before Congress a bill that would allow one single outfit, the Federal Works Agency of Maj. Gen. Philip B. Fleming, do all the government's buying and selling, its renting, leasing and shipping. With exceptions, of course. The Army, for instance, would buy its own stuff, but the experts hoped it wouldn't again ask for money to modernize 100 tanks it didn’t even own. But, in general, the white-mustached Gen. Fleming would do all the shopping for writing paper, elephants for the national zoo, and roses for the White House table. These latter, inciSantly. used to cost $3.60 per dozen; now they're

: a 1 suppose, is enough background. ‘ Before the ri Executive Expenditures Committee were two specialists of the works agency, James W. Follin and Maxwell H Elliott, explaining the scheme.

16—I'm beginning to

Sen. Herbert R. O'Conor wondered about al cockeyed warehouse deal recently in hid home | town of Baltimore, Md. The War Assets Admin-| istration had a fine, empty warehouse there, which nobody seemed to want. It sold same at a sac-| rifice. { And down the street, said the Senator, the| government Printing Office was entering into a! costly lease on a privately owned warehouse in which to store some paper. The printers didn’t] seem to know that the War Asseters were in the| warehouse business; How, asked Sen. 0'Conor, | would the new bill affect a deal like that? Mr. Elliott had to hem a little and also haw, But he blurted out the facts eventually: The! Printing Office is an official agency of the Con-! gress, and if it wants to lease storerooms when the government already has ‘em, there isn't much! that he'd be able to do.

Another Problem i

ANY OTHER agency working under the President, he said, he thought he could slap down. And| another thing. “One of our duties now is. to allocate space in government buildings,” Mr. Elliott explained. “Now say a bureau has its own building with its own fancy name plate out front. It doesh't need all the space inside, but it won't let go. Somehow! it seems to think it has a vested right in the! property.” “You mean you have difficulty with things like| that?” cried Chajrman John L. McClellan (Ark.).| Mr. Elliott sighed. “Great difficulty, sir,” ad said. Sen. Joseph R. McCarthy (Wis.) brought up the, matter of the federal paper work being so knotted | with red tape that it made any $10 article pur-| chased by the government cost double. Mr. Hoover | first made that charge. Mr. Elliott said he wouldn't doubt it. ; - ; zi All we can do is hope, taxpayers. Maybe Congress will pass the bill. Maybe it will do some good. |

The Quiz Master.

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Where does the grebe putld its nest?

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Which President was buried, wrapped in the Stars and Stripes with a copy of the Constitution’ under his head? Andrew Johnson, 17th President of the United States. In accordance with this patriot’s request his body was wrapped in a new silken flag with 35 stars, . Under his head was placed his worp and much-thumbed copy of the Constitution which he, had owned for E50 yearss

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by a shrieking sound that caused Russ Peters got hold of a couple nice ones. me to look up into cold evening Completely relaxed, I swung six bats next to the Sky. A Gutteridge still had his eye on me, streaked over the field and peeled

TWO MILES across the field from me was the jet fighter area. left, ‘and the chilling sea Only indication that the fighters The constant rumbling of the turbos, the flashing of red and green lights, and the Jong string of silvér ships moving down for take-off positions: The lead ship was already coming down the strip. The closer it came to me the 1 louder the rumbling of the

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. rides up in the nose With a plastic blister over him, In a few minutes, this jet can be five miles shove; , the ocean. All the fighters had climbed w into the stratosphere now and. (he ound ¢ Jee had melted 1 Ble cpiaina) thing was deadly quiet as dark-' He was an airplane fancier at ness dropped down upon the heart. We probably island. A cold wind was skipping Sat here off the choppy sea and there was J psveiiing at the an air of lonelines. fakes Jiocedute of Far out into the c ghters. He would sion. A giant blow torch could spotted a red and ne Bull Durham cigaret and produce ‘the same sound. [streaking towards the island. Me when I was going to Streaking along like a meteor Chasing far behind the jet fighter famous. Theré would have been came the lead ship; then in a flash came the sound of the rumbling ome chuckles over our similar he was airborne, hovering ten turbo. Down over the airfield Darnyard philosophies, Feet above the runway. He tucked looped the fighter, banking steeply Almost four years have slipped his wheels up under his wings and over the black sea and back into by, now, Soon d burned his way out to sea. He the approach to land. His power Japan, crowded by millions of was just a tiny streak now, skim- was off now as he flared out to people about me. Maybe I could ming the waves until he picked land. Once off the runway, the jef visit the the theater there that up ‘more speed. No sooner had No. waddled quietly back to the park- ‘they named After Ernie.

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Pictorial Highlights of week

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Irvington now has its own Arthur Mur“ray Dance Studio, and it maintains the same " high standards of perfection as the Downtown Branch. Pictured above are instruetors, Miss Dixon and Mr. Anthony, demonstrating a new dance step for Miss Carter, Branch Manager,

Under théir capable tutoring a special teen-age dance class is now In session each Saturday afternoon. Young men and women are taught to overcome self-consciousness by learning poise and self-assurance hy Arthur Murray. All teen-agers are cordially invited to join this group. For information ’ call Blackstone 2489. The Irvington Branch is open Monday through Saturday from 1:00 P. M. to 10:00 P. M,

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Below " yoy see the smart, new. Ashawroom of Home Beautl-

brought to Indianapolis smart, creative ideas in home ne ization. Expert interior decorators are on the Home Beau staff to help those who are planning new homes or those whe are bringing their present homes up-to-date. Home Begautifiers carry a new home modernization, plan completely through from planning to the actual installation. OCustom-bullt kitchens, baths, rumpus rooms and breakfast nooks are some of the specialties of this firm. “A complete tile department awaits you, too. Asphalt and rubber tile manufactured by the tamous firms « - of Armstrong and Hake are featured.

This conveniently located showroom has attracted many smart Indianapolis home-owners. Attractive kitchen and bath units are displayed and the layouts and color schemes are as mew as tomorrow,

Home Beautifiers alse “oAvine A ® compete ne of “electrie appliances for the modern home including: The famous line of Admiral radios, television sets, ranges. Teoma, retrigeratore : and other electrical convenlienoes. -

Home Beautifiers is open on Thursday and Friday nights until 8 P. M, for your convenience. There is plenty of free parking space in this new, north-side shopping center at 38th and Meridian Sts,

Before you plan your new home modernization, see the dis plays at Home Beautifiers . , . you will be amazed at the clever. ness, originality and sheer beauty. in every custom-designed plan carried out by these home interior specialists, Call Highland 7519 daily or ATiantic 32168 on Sundays or evenings for further information and free estimates,

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Several years ago, Bob Webber seemed a likely cane, didate for the Burlington Liars’ Club.

He had designed a freezer, and made the following claims: 1. It would preserve foods—even pork and chicken indefinitely, with both lids wide open! 2. It wolild preserve foods three Tull days, with the power shut off! 3. It was 25% more efficient, mechanically, than any other y freezer in existance! ;

Later Mr, Webber ‘added v other v cla, which he con= venlently summed up In one modest statement: “The

Today, he has proven that statement, to the satisfaer tion of hundreds of Webber Freezer owners.

Pictured at left are Mr. Webber and his partner, Mike Shelburn, standing beside an eighteen-foot Webber Freezer, on display outside the Webber Appliance Company, 2740 Madison Avenue. That freezer has been there more than a full year—subject to wind; rain and sieet, winter snow and summer sun. And today, that rust-proof stainless steel surface is still in perfect condition.

Mr. Webber and Mr. Shelburn welcome inquiries About the Webber Freezer. The public is invited to visit the Webber Appliance Company, 2740 Madison Avenue, or to call IDlewood 0408, for any information,

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