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great song. “Chicago, 1 wonderful +. «" might just .as well have ‘started with “Indianapolis.” San Francisco (a song from a name) has been immortalized in melody and verse. The list is long. Remember “San Antonio Rose” and “Deep in the Heart of Texas"? Boys ) : have yearned in song to return to flaming beauties : in Kalamazoo, and Chattanooga has gained national recognition with a shoeshine boy. Capistranohit ‘the No."1 spot on quite a few jukeboxes In Greenwood when someone made much-to-do about a bunch of swallows returning. (Please, no songs about Indianapolis and pigeons.) Well, here's how all this song business began. I happened to mention.to Mayor Feeney the other day about a good song for Indianapolis, He was ; . because he brushed back an unruly strand of silver 8 SB (genuine sterling, too) and put on his thinking | cap. By the way, he looks mighty dignified in that beaver thinking cap. k

Need ‘Something Pretty’

“WE CERTAINLY DO need a song,” said the Mayor," looking for a sheet of plain music paper. “Something pretty, something that would make all hit parades in the nation and put Indianapolis in

the public's eye. Why, I'd make it the official song of the city.” ¢ A

(Tschaikovsky's original) bars of music and beating on his desk with a pair of drumsticks I've been carrying ever since this “Boost Indianapolis” thing began, “It can be done,” was my confident retort. “Do it,” said the Mayor, “and keep me posted.” The next stép was to contact people who know about writing songs and ‘selling them te the right publishers. Lepha Havens, who arranged a song for Hoagy Carmichael a while back, was delighted. We got in touch with Frances and Tade Dolen, who just recently had their “Why, Oh, Why” recorded by Frankie Carle. They were on our side from the opening note. Havens studio in- the Marion building fairly shook with song and revelry as we explored the : possibilities of the venture, Every nook and ts cranny was looked into and no sheet of music was left unturned. ! 2 My suggestion of personally giving a prize of $50,000 and a goose quill to the writer of the best

They insisted the notoriety and prestige the com-

poser of Indianapolis’ own song would be sufficient incentive for participation, ; :

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song was turned down by the musical threesome.

"Wit" judges , . . ready to pick ndianapelis own tune are (left to right] Tade Dolen, LephaHavens and Frances Dolen.

“Let's not discount the fact that the winning song could, if it were handled right, reach the top| and put the writer on easy street for life,” re-| marked Lepha. “ “That's right.” chorused Frances and Tade.! “You would insult: the contestants by offering! money in such a civic undertaking. Let's figure out the rules.” | The building shook as we put our heads to-! gether. Here are the rules: Anyone in Indiana may enter the contest. It is open to professionals; and amateurs alike. After all, ‘weren't always professionals and amateurs want a chance, too. You may send a piano-vocall arrangement or recording. A copy of the lyrics! should accompany a recording beeause often a singer isn't as clear with the words as a judge desires, i

Should Be Copyrighted |

JUST TO BE on the safe side and so there's no| argument later on, all songs should be copyrighted. | No entries will be returned, so.keep a duplicate of your masterpiece. : - The deadline for entries will be midnight, June] 15. All entries should be mailed or can be delivered | in person to Lepha Havens Studio, Room 404, | Marion building, 10 W. Ohio St, Indianapolis, Ind.| Judges will be Lepha Havens, Frances and| -Tade Dolen, and Mayor Al Feeney will put his official stamp of approval on the final choice. In| be around for moral support. We sheuld be able! to announce the winner the first part of July, Read the rules carefully, shake your pen and| come out waving a hit. Good luck. You might drop a note to Lepha and tell her what to expect |

| ‘Full of Weeps'’ NEW YORK, Mar. 31—I contend you cannot dignify violence today with all the old, solemn —hush-hush-we-used-to-

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death, because it is getting out of hand and the corpse doesn’t care. ! . 3 I see no need to tread gently in the presence of the misunderstood wielder of the gat or weilder of the knife, There is no dignity in murder, as it hits us daily from the front page, because murder is done for such silly reasons, and the excuse is always lame. Crime has achieved almost a perfect amnesty for itself in that we worry more about the cause than the effect. The effect, in crime, is the important thing—at least to the stiff on the floor. Man is an imperfect fellow at best, or we would all be angels, and there are two words in the common speech called “good” and “bad.” Generally there are more goods than bads, and : for that reason things we call laws were invented _. to keep the bads from preying on the gobds until ; we run out of people who pay taxes come home of nights, educate their children and contribute to the current culture as best they can.

Abuse Called Communism i WITHOUT LAWS you have a jungle, full of predatory beasts who eat the weak and abuse the old. We have also called this abuse nazism and communism and carpetbaggery and Ku Klux Klanism. The laws say that you shall not kill and you 2 shall not steal and you shall not covet-thy neigh- : = bor’s wife unless you are prepared to pay a pen-

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Now I'am very sorry for this maladjusted

Money Trouble

WASHINGTON, Mar, 31-—The time has come to consider one, of your favorite subjects and mine: Money. The dirty stuff that gets germs on your fingers, the love of which is said to be the root of all evil (this I doubt), and which for a number of horrid reasons is causing the money manufacturers here many sleepless nights. ... For one thing they've got too much amateur. competition. Counterfeiters are setting up shop all over the place. The Secret Service has — theory about this. The crooks with the printing “presses did- a tremendous business during and after the war making phony gasoline, shoe, and - meat stamps. A 2x . They learned all the fine points of their nefarious trade and when the OPA blew_up, nobody wanted their product. So they turned to the production of money, mostly $20 bills,

Former OPA Offenders Fan

“A NUMBER of persons we have arresfed recently have been®former violators of the OPA laws,” said U..E. Baughman, chief of the Treasury’'s secret service. : : “In other words, when we ran the OPA we used it as a training school for more criminals: Ys that the idea?” demanded Sen. Guy Cordon of Oregon, who I need not tell you is a Republican. This made the head cop stutter a little. He didn’t mean the OPA was a seminaty for thieves; he meant that they were criminals who'd probably have been robbing banks if they hadn't latched onto those booklets of airplane stamps. ~The print shops turning out the double sawbucks mostly seem to be located in Chicago and New York. A couple of craftsmen are producing their own brand of five ‘spots in St. Louis and there isn't an important city in America where funny money hasn't been in circulation lately. ~ That isn’t all. We're having trouble with genuine money, too. Secretary of Tréasury John Snyder told the same Senators on the Appropriations. Committee that the real stuff, particularly

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By Robert C. Ruark

. Willie-boy who stabbed the four people to death in Brooklyn, but 1 am less. sarry for Wille Than -~give-it-out of deference to I am for the four corpses, and their families, and

for the heirs and assigns of the people who lie in} the hospitals as the result of Willie's knife-work. I am sorry for Yvette Madsen, over in Ger-| many, who killed her husband because she was! kidded about her Brooklyn accent, and I am sorry for her mother, who said that “Yvette acted like a nut when she was little.” | I am sorry for Dr. Hermann Sander, who was recently acquitted of a charge of killing a cancer patient, and I am sorry for Carol Ann Paight, who took a gun to the hospital to slay her father out of her great love for him. ‘ I am sorry about the poor fellow in Allentown whose friends are raising a defense fund for him, even as Dr. S8ander’'s friends, because out of misguided kindness he shot his cancer-riddled brother —well after Carol got off and Dr. Sander appeared likely to be set free. 5

Weep for Detroit Doctor I AM FULL of soffow today. I weep for the doctor in Detroit who shot his wife and phoned his priest and also the police after he had blown | his ever-loving to eternity with a shotgun. I sob for the guy who killed himself after thoughtfully phoning his wife so she could hear the shot. One of our magistsates paroled five rapists with no'bail, and I wept for them, too, as well as for the ‘féllow who got beat up protecting the girl in the case—beat up so bad he is in the hospital with editorials to comfort him. I don’t suppose

3 I ought to weep for the girl, because she was i alty. The laws say that you better behave FOU the wich =r ot OCA Use SNe was only!

I can weep retroactively for the poor, mad Robert Irwin who used his hands and an ice-pick to scrag three, and the Unruh lad who killed every-| thing in the street—but suddently .it occurs to me that nobody is rending his garments for the dear departed. Most of the commotion is for the misguided sinner. It seems to me that we must revise our laws to the point where the victim is the guilty party. | Otherwise we have no way of making him respon-| sible for his bad luck in crossing the path of o malefactor who has sociology on his side and a

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By Frederick C. Othman

EE dollar bills, is wearing out quicker than he can make it. He prints $40 million worth of it a day to re-| place the dollars that have turned into dirty rags| and at this writing he’s only got $31 million worth | of dollar bills in stock. This is a dangerously | low level. So he’s told the banks to let their! -dollars--get -a--iittle dirtier “than usual before | turning them in... Even so.-the average dollar dis] rates —The-— OURNt 6 be more careful with their money and quit letting! the pup chew it. i

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little better in quality, What we're getting now |

is jerry-built dollars. It Needs Aging TT E. L. KILBY, the harried commissioner of the public debt and as such the head money-maker, |, told about this. The paper with the red and blue | rayon threads woven in is as good as ever. The | green ink of secret formula is up to its usual high |

quality. The press work is better than before, | But still the money isn't much good: {

“This, he said, is because it needs to be aged |”

before being spent. Season it in the vaults for three or four months before passing it.out and a dollar lasts a good deal longer than if it's fresh. A3 it is now, he’s got to issue the money almost as soon as it rolls off the press. The Senators, who never had heard that money, like bourbon, improves with age, were interested. Mr. Kilby said it was hard to explain; what happened to a dollar bill during the seasoning process was & nebulous thing, but he thought perhaps the ink set firmly and made the paper tougher, ; One other thing: The old money that comes in! has got to be burned in the official incinerator. This costs $40,000 a year: the Senators are won-| dering if it couldn't be chopped up, wet down, and used for plastering houses or even to make sacks for the government's potatoes. The money men aren't hopeful. . ?

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The Quiz Master When did fron and steel railway bridges come

The first iron raliroad bridge In the United “States Is ro to have been built in 1845 near Manayunk, Pa. The first all-steel railway bridge was a 2700-foot structure com at Glasgow,

the first official arrangement for the stars.

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‘Who made the first official arrangement for| the stars in our flag? ; { The United States has had the same flag since | 1912, when the 48th star was added. President) William Howard Taft by executive order estab-| lished the precise proportion of the flag and made

of EE | Is the radish native to North America? ~ The radish Is of unknown origin but eame America from the Old World; its widest<use is ai hs

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~ FOREWORD

There are no other sermons like Peter Marshall's. For there was no other man like Peter Marshall. The beloved chaplain of the United States Senate, Peter-Marshall-

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The Indianapolis Times during the Lenten season

is publishing the richest passages from Peter Marshall's most vigorous sermons, They were preached in Washington's historic New York Avenue Presbyterian Church. They were addressed to the man he called “Mr. Jones,” to the multitude of elerks and tari drivers, butchers and housewives, motormen and the lonely girl in the hospital ward. Taken - from the book, “Mr. Jones, Méet the Master,” the sermons preserve the emphasis of his words, by a special typographical, style. The manuscripts are presented exactly. as Peter Marshall prepared them.

Chapter 6—The Touch of Faith

“And His disciples said unto Him, ‘Thou seest

the multitude thronging Thee, and sayest Thou, ‘Who Touched Me?’ Mark 5:31 z= & = al I a

That is an electrifying question when you realize who asked it, and under what circumstances. of it—the tingle of excitement that grips you when you think of

Christ ‘stopping in response to the touch of a poor nameless woman,

The words of this question are not cold abstract inanimate dead works. Os They do not form a hook on which one could hang theories or finely spun philosophies . . . They march into the vestibule of jour heart and knock on the door. he incident takes place in a city street. It is a narrow twisted street packed with a crowd of gesticulating, excited people, egstern market place.

The crowd is jostling, chattering, hot and excited. On either side of the narrow arcade there are mysterious shadows into which gaily-robed men disappear. It is a medley of flies and smells and heat and din.

The crowd's caught up in the infection of curiosity, and walking along in their very midst, wedged in the tightly packed procession is Someone, tall and slim and straight. He is wearing a Rabbi’s blue robe . . . a Rabbi with brown, strong hands, with dark, lovely eyes full of understanding and sympathy, infinitely tender. :

It is His face thot will hold your goze—and will after the sun hos gone down, and the purple night, cool an star-lit, has stilled every noise in the city, while only the Syrian

stars wink unsleeping.

This One Who walks like a king is nomed Jesus. They called Him the Nazarene or the Galilean. He called Himself the Son of Man.

The common people speak of Him ‘softly, with deep affection, such as the shephe bosoms: phi ape ain dai * 2 = : ® =

At the request of one Jairus, a ruler of the synagogue, He is on

His way to restore to complete health a little girl.

He is on a mission of restoration and the crowd is following Him in order to see Him perform this miracle.

Speculation is rife. Opinion is divided. There is argument and excited discussion.

Some are declaring that He can do it; others are doubtful. Some frankly say the attempt is bound to fail.

There is in the crowd another face—the face of a woman. Strange that it should be so noficeable—yet not strange, for it-is a face that portrays great depth of human emotion.

There is so much in it—pale, pinched, and wan. Great lines of suffering mar its beauty ond sweetness, and even now her lips are drawn in a thin line of agony. “The face is streaked with pain, : “Her body is racked with acute suffering. Who is she? Well, some say her name is Martha : ’ and some say Veronica.

Tradition gives her various names, but | cannot tell who she was.

She is typical of countless cases of endless pain and suffering. For 12 years she had suffered ; and 12 years is a long timed She had gone to many physicians and wos none better— but rather worse. ; Ps She is typical of human despair—not only physical despair but épiritual despoir as well. For her the world could offer no all the people who look everywhere for peace of mind and heart—for hope ond comfort—and find none ! - She represents them all—whatever their wants : their fears their hopes their pains.

For her apparently, there was no relief, no human aid. Here was a hopeless case—incurable!

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She had heard what He had done for others. : Surely He had power to bring into the haven of health the lost explorers of the vost treasuries of pain? : There came fo the woman the assurance: that if she could but touch Him—even only the hem of His garment-—she would be healed of her awful malady. Ma

“Touch Him . .. yes... just to touch Him— There would be no harm in that! . 1 do not think He will harm me... They say He is so kind 5 hr {

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Help Texas Farmer Who Lost Savings

Neighbors Rush . To Aid Man, 77, After Court Ruling

A wrinkled German immigrant farmer of Lockhart, Tex., accumuated new “wealth” today as {friends and strangers replaced ‘half of the lifesavings he lost in BY a damage suit involving a mule , the did not own. William Hage{dorn, 77, lost the $2632.20 he had {saved in 52 years of dirt farming {when the State Supreme Court § " iruied he erred in not appearing in {court to deny he owned the mule, The farmer, who can not read jor write English, said “I no un|derstand.” His savings were {awarded to the W. C. Alendaners, |Austin, Tex. who were injured {when they swerved their car into a ditch to avoid hitting a mule / {belonging to Mr. Hagedorn's son. : Most of the money collected came in $1 bills from small wage earners who felt Mr. Hagedorn was the innocent victim of a cruel legal technicality. One coupie gave {all they could spare—10 cents. ig ge Charles Posner has resigned, ef- ames fective May 1, as director of the ° Indianapolis |

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into the fire, and oft into the water . . . Then Jesus answered and said . . . bring him hither to me. And Jesus rebuked ihe Suvi and he departed out of him: and the child was cured from that © to_Indians very hour.” Matthew 17:14.15, 17.18. © Losaan:

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It would be enough—just to 1 must touch Him.

Now just a little farther. He is drawing nearer. Now she can almost reach Him—another moment— ot lost just as He passes, she is able to reach out her hand, and with the tip of her finger touch His robe.

It was enough! She had actually touched the Great Doctor! Dr. Horst Frena |

of IU has been appointed chair. man of the com mittee on come parative litera. ture by the National Council of Teachers of English, Dr. Frenz is chairman of the comparative lit

With a trembling finger she had touched Him with the touch of a mighty faith! Like an electric shock there surged back into the shrunken veins the panting lungs and the bloodless flesh the rich glow of health and vitality. Once again a body had been redeemed and given life.

» » o ~ » » ? No one had noticed her— : no one—but Christ!

Dr. Frenz erature program Recognizing the one magnetic touch of faith amid the pressure ot. N the university, of the crowd, He stopped and asked that terrific question: | . == Shatlar. assistant

{dean of students at IU, has been | elected secretary of the American College Personnel Association. { ” =» » | Sir Basil Brooke, prime mini {ster of Northern Ireland, today {postponed a scheduled visit to the Nh -S—-apparentlty because of the {dispute over the division of Irland. - {Belfast reports said the British | Government asked him to hold up {his visit until the U. 8. House of {Representatives had a chance to {look again at the Irish situation, {The House voted to cut off Mar- * (shall aid to Britain as long as {Ireland remained divided between [the Irish Republic and Northern Ireland, the latter a part of the | United Kingdom. 1

“Who touched Me?” The question seemed absurd to those who heard it.

Impatiently, brusquely, almost with sarcasm, the disciples asked: “How should we know? There are hundreds of people here—pushing

and yet You ‘ask ‘Who touched Me?’ *

But, looking around Him, Christ stood still—His kindg but searching, glance fell at last on the face of the woman who had done it.

His gaze held hers. Something passed between them, and she told Him her story while His eyes were fixed upon her, His eyes gave her confidence. They seemed to promise all that she desired. Her fear disappeared. -

= » LJ > : . ve i Alberto Consciglie, an Italian Then He answered her: |deputy, has asked the Italian not in scorn at her action {government to

not in resentment, . . .

express Italy's but in the sympathetic tones of understapding love.

“a stor ishment {and indignation” {that U, 8. Sen. {Edwin Johnson {(D. Colo.) called {Roberto Rossell- * lini, movie direc[tor, a drug addict, a Nazi =Hahorator-—ari—a-wont {black marketeer.

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“Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole. Go in peace. . . and be healed of thy plague.”

That is the récord. These are the facts. It is a matter of history.

She touched Him_in_faith—in desperate. believing faith .and.

Sen. Johnson

Jehnson attacked Mr. y Rosselini, father of Ingrid Berge "'man’s son, during a. speech in the

The touch of one anonymous woman in a crowd halted the Lord of glory. po EL That is the glorious truth of this incident. She touched Him.

arrived In Washington last night for consultations and a. physical checkup. The story. was, however, that the envdy was ordered home by the State Department becaiise

your petition.

Oh, you say, “That's impossible. God is not interested in me. What does He care what happens to me-—one tiny individual in all this creation?” oe of threats from “Communist eleWell, there is He record. bel n ments.” ie There you have it in black and white - that, pos by the touch of a sick woman, He turned about a Im Jrovabily He Who conquered death pier than the He Who defeated Satan ; average person.” He Whom all the legions of hell cannot stop Fred Snite Jr. He Who is King of Kings. polio victim, said He stopped just because a sick and nameless woman touched today in Miami the hem of His garment.

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of his 14th year in an iron lung. -- ‘I've had a

Fx ’ ; good life,” said Most of us are thronging Him—just like the crowd , . . 0 the: 39-year-old Ith easy to throng the Lord and never touch Him, 17. Sir. Salle father of thre A great many people in the churches, and perhaps a great many Mr. Snite has traveled more

: : {than 30,000 miles and as a hobby outside the churches are thronging Jesus : {plays bridge. . '

seeking Him : coming close to Him

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In this matter of eternal importance, coming close is not enough.

Thronging saves nobody.

bring healing.

¢ are out of touch with the Lord, : we are lost in the crowd . aa “+ have become separated from the Master, ~ (Continued on Page 11—Col. 1)

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