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“By Ed Sovola
HAD TO GET high as a kite (seventh floor of Trust Bldg.) to talk to a man who loves to wash windows. That's right, ma'am. Just loves to wash windows. : James Hampton, whose window-washing history goes back 33 years, is the man I watched while clutching radiators, heavy desks and tele~ phope cords. Mr. Hampton held on to a squeegee, brush and a cloud. The window washer seemed to be in an awful hurry with each pane. The altitude made the sec-
‘end hand on my watch stop (like master, like
watch) but I would say Mr. Hampton knocks out (not literally) a pane every 10 seconds. “What's your hurry?” I wrote with a black oil crayon on the inside of the pane, This did not exactly please Mr. Hampton because he always has had trouble reading reverse messages.
Lots of Panes “lI AM hurrying,” he said, “because there are 84 windows on each floor. Multiply 84 by six and see see what you get.” > “I'm not very good at multiplication, my friend. What happens to the windows on the street level?” Mr. Hampton: explained that a ground crew takes care of street level windows. The Indianapolis Window Washing Co. has ground and air crews all over town. ~~ Ey “I wouldn't work on the ground,” ‘was his firm statement which showed he was a lover of height as well as clean windows. “I "wouldn't * work “in the air,” was my firm statement which showed that I was a earthly fellow and didn't care one way or another about windows, :
Panes all day . . . James Hampton likes his feet off the ground, the higher the better.
“You'll never be a window washer then,” said|
Mr. Hampton. “A man has to get a big kick out of being high and have a knack with windows to get anywhere.” " I wept bitterly at those words but bravely proceeded shooting questions at him. Mr. Hamp-
it feel?
Oh, just fine. You'd be surprised how far you can see when you're up that high.” “I bet I'd be surprised.” ; “Do you know the higher you go the safer it is?” i “No.” “When you're on the third or fourth floor you begin to be careful. And up 83 floors you're real careful. The most dangerous height is 10 or 20 feet.” Mr, Hampton flexed his-léeg musclés on the ~window sill as my nerves fell apart watching the belt that held him in place. °
“You have a lot of faith in that safety belt,
my friend. Don’t forget you are seven floors above| #
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Ohio St.”
Mr. Hampton said he knew exactly how high he| was, and, furthermore, he made the safety belt him-| self. He spliced the manila rope himself. He buckles
Two years ago he fell when a scaffold broke. He| was washing the side of a building. Not as much] fun as washing windows. A broken back resulted from the fall. “Scaffolds can’t talk and tell you if they're un-| safe that day,” sighed Mr. Hampton. ! For lunch he doesn’t eat very much. No window | washer does. He said there was something about the job, the height, the air that made a squilgeer (that's a man with a squeegee) .eat like a bird. “You'll find most above-the-ground washers -small men,” said Mr. Hampton. “I weigh 160. About the same as my boy, Ralph. He used to be a wonderful window washer, We could have-made a
“Well, Ralph joined the paratroopers when the war broke out. He was in three years. When he| came back he didn’t want to be a window washer. I guess he's had enough of the air and high places.” It's not unusual for people in offices to give him candy, cigarets and even tips. Has he even seen a little office skullduggery where the secretary was taking dictation on the boss’ lap? “A good window washer never tells things that will embarrass anyone. Sure, I've seen things but I'm not going to tell you.” “Come on.” “No.”
Great Big Kiss
EUPDOES NE CATYY 41Y good Tuck charms like wish- | bones from eagles? :
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morning before'I go to work. That's all I need for, good luck.” 4
Full of energy, still gets a sparkle in his eye Packed hundreds deep. Roofs, jammed with cheering, yelling, hysterical people.
when he talks about the kiss from his wife every morning, Mr. Hampton has me curious. He's 56 years old. Two years ago he broke his back falling
off a scaffold. There must be more to the busihess proaching the foot of the (js go directly to Fort Washing-|
than meets the eye through a window pane. How would basement windows be for a starter?
Chasing Devils
By Robert C. Ruark
NEW YORK, Apr. 13—We are just a little at loss to figure out how Judge Stephen 8. Jackson, the orgy-snooper just appointed by the Senate Commerce Committee to dig up all the purple facts on adult delinquency in Hollywood will sét about his peering and prying. The common questionnaire is obviously out, since people are not even forced by law to offer evidence that will tend to incriminate them, and all sinners are notoriously close-mouthed about the sins of others in the face of purity purges. So little serious sinning is performed publicly that
the dramatic unfolding of the Ingrid Bergman’
amour was rather exceptional and is not apt to be repeated any time soon. There will not be enough time on the calendar for the good Judge to personally peep over enough transoms or through sufficient keyholes to come back with the goods on enough top-drawer sinners to make the trip worthwhile. As any private dick can tell you, snooping is a dull and dreary business, which pays off.in great boredom and an occasional punch in the snoot.
“Retribution Snooping, Too
ANOTHER THING is that snoopers often. get snooped on, in retribution, and if the movie industry gets sore enough to snoop right back at Congress and other government bodies, there could be some embarrassed lawmakers at Sen. Ed Johnson's hearings to abolish desire under the orange trees. Just for a start, I could list you two Congressmen. One was called “old garter snapper” by the press hens, who never visited him in his office except in pairs, for mutual protection. The other was an august Senator with a rare case of limp wrist, as it is called in the State Department these days, and the he-reporters never called on him except in numbers. -And I do believe that the venerable Andy May is still in jail for stealing from his.country in war-time, a sin of a sort. While I do not come out for people who inflict illegitimate children en the world, there is still some doubt as to whether Signor Rossellini
sired the Bergman baby as a publicity device to sell a bad picture, as Sen. Johnson has intimated
the stars. This seems rather a heavy-handed method of movie exploitation, and comprises a considerable slur on the beauty of Miss Bergman, an actress of sufficient skill at her work to scrape by without producing babies to accent her latest productions. It may be that I underestimate the prowling prowess of the good Judge-investigator, but his record against the devil to date comprises a crackdown on some dirty magazines, at LaGuard-
teasing. caution. He is up against tougher game in Holly-
gates or far at sea in yachts. The main trouble with a general casting out
people feel short sympathy for the callous cru- With microphones. I saw that a sader, since most everybody has a few teensy special incline for the mule had
transgressions he wouldn't like aired.
Sympathy Might Switch
SO, WHEN the sin-chasers begin to squawk and down the Burma mountain- r.servation,
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Chairmen for Butler's AF ROTC Military
chairman. Planning
Chapter 5—A Dubious End |
AMERICA was rocked
I was stunned. Never had I seen such a sight. Masses “Mary, that's my wife, -gives me a big kiss every and banks and tiers of people. People as far as’ the eye could see. The entire circumference-of the flying field was
Four" generals were ap-
ramp. Francis wabbled to attention. The generals looked nervous. One of them stepped forward and half bowed. :
“Welcome home to America,
he said to the mule. Francis didn’t move. —
‘The spokesman turned to me. in his impassioned orations against sin among yieutenant. we have constructed a special platform in front of the Administration Building. We are all hoping the mule will say a
few words.” I looked at Francis. shook his head in protest. “Yes, sir,” I said.
ing. Before us marched
more,
for the dance has been in progress for weeks and is the unit's plunge into society.
The mule
THURSDAY, APRIL 13, 1950
Ball .
. . (left to great team. I won't work with anyone, you know. right] Alfred Gates, Paul B. Fishman and Al Harding, general
back. .on- its. haunches. -
trees, automobile tops were
It had been arranged that Fran-
20 miles down. the Potomac from y the Capital. “lia We made the short trip in one of the most impressive cavalcades in history. 1 QOur.specially built. bus..was.g
"Francis," “jous story of the Army mule who helped win the war, The movie version of "Francis' will be shown at a special performance Saturday, Apr. 15. at midnight at the Indiana Theater as a benefit for Tyrone (Tony) Diggin, victim.
T. Sgt. Royce M. Stull checks
his reflection for any flaws in the new uniform. The party is strictly formal.
Cadets, queen and trophy . . . (left to right, seated) Peter T. Sofios, Robert E. Baker, Barbara Hinkle, Robert W. Wenger and Ernest R. Dunbar; (rear) Richard Taylor, Donald J. Williams, New ton G. Beatty Jr. and George C. Kramer.
This is the fifth installment of David Stern's hilar-
Indianapolis leukemia
I came to a salute. ton, a military installation some rather do. KP for the Test of my
fe . .. You know. lieutenant, this
is all your fault.”
“My fault, what do you mean?” Back in Burma with the old 23d I was a happy mule. I was member of ga fighting detach-
flanked by staff cars loaded With ment I was doing my part. T had
<generals. Mere colonels couldn’t|y
tanks, half-tracks, weapons car-
MPs on motorcycles raced bac and forth keeping things confused. It was quite a trip,
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in a dither days. The main parade grounds, far inside the Fort, had been
fence. In the center of an expanse
he respect of my associates.
get within 500 yards. There were| ago. looey, I knew a few angles .. Now what am I? I'm a show riers, command cars, jeeps and piece a bird in a gilded cage, a limousines. All were half-buried ,yshover for a microphone. a decin flags and bunting. A gionsane oration for a speaker's platform.” ©
” a » “BUT THINK of all the good oe R 6 ’ LH you can do, Francis. Think of control room of an airport in 1 Kentucky only 10 miles from Honorary Cadet Col. 8.8. 8 od ~““I wouldn't be surprised if I Where Francis’ plane had crashed. FRANCIS AND I descended| FORT WASHINGTON had been didn't run out ) i between rows of soldiers ia's bequest, and a clear-cut victory agaihst strip- the ramp ; He said he went to the show three With fixed bayonets. We walle times, and lawdy, the way that gal shook was a toward the administration ull. wood, where people are often wicked behind barred Senerals. Behind us marched two
| the opportunities you have.”
on
“You couldn't do that,” I said.
p “Maybe I couldn't,” said “Fran: ringed with a double barbed-wire cis. “Then again, mavbe I could.” AL I
“You mean you'd desert?”
of green a magnificent stable-club asked. | We approached the platform. It aq peen built. Beside it was a of devils in any vicinity is that the majority of Was flag-bedecked and ringed new shack for attendants and “But I might go over it.”
ards. | Passes at the Fort had been|
“It's quite a hill.” said the mule. came upon the wreck of the pla It was a twisted, blackened m “You'd never get away with it.” of metal. One end of the cabin Suzanne “I' might, lieutenant. I might Was crushed as though it had {been constructed, Somehow the .anceled. Guard details had been... . if the right opportunity pre- been: pressed between. the. teeth!
the whole of preparation for show,” snorted Francis.
Times prema iin AF Blue Te Keynote : M il ital
VID Butler ROTC Sets N- First Annual Event
‘plane bearing the mule had taken
off from Washington on schedule. The weather was perfect. Over the
Kentucky hills the ship had run {into a thunderstorm. It was climb-| ing to get above the squall when at - Butler University will present lightning struck the right wing. the school’s first annual Military
Two motors went dead.
Th w said Francis-had take! en ae ordered the men to dents and members of the AF Rejump. The pilot reported that as serve Officers Training Corps prohe was about to abandon ship/8ram, will wear the natty new |the mule had smiled at him and dress blue uniform of the U. 8. Air
said, “Carry on, I am giving my| {
ilife- for my country.”
I was numb with misery.
-
I stood there in the great sta-
tion, confused.
Somehow I made my way to a
taxi stand.
“Take me to the nearest Army,
airport,” I told the taxi driver.
The Air Corps more than understanding. Fifteen I arrived at the field, a reconnaissance plane was gassed and warming up on the
minutes after
runway.
”
A CAVALCADE of jeeps set out for the scene of the disaster.| We had to climb the last half
mile on foot.
crushed and
burned
trees
officers were
Three hours later I was in the
the end of a swath of
“€ Joanne Aiman, Betty Ann Groene, "€-! Charlotte ohnson, 485 Means,
|uselessness of this'struck me. The goybled. Roads leading in were sented itself. I'm pretty good at of a vise. Both wings were torn {animal had been scrambling uplclosed to all traffic. The entire getting away with things, as you off. Fifty yards away a motor was still smoking.
in fact,
and wave their arms, the sympathy is apt to sides for the past few years. He transformed into a vast haven for!
switch from the righteous to the stoned, often could go up a flight of steps back- the Army's leading celebrity.
with awkward effect. Miss Bergman was not the first lady whose heart got entangled with her judgment, nor is she the first female. to present posterity with an unsanctioned child. Our own dear GI-lads left a few score thousand of woodscolts to keep the Bergman baby company in Italy. I mean, Bergman hasn't got a copyright on her peculiar brand of trangression. Apart from a question of right or wrong, Congress seems awful dumb to get mixed up in such a completely fruitless witch-hunt, just for headlines in -election year, when the McCarthy hearings have to date produced little but doubt and
..cheap.sensation.... That army of perverts-in- the with his hand. 8Six-bands-simul-
State Department argues a little more loud evil, it seems. to me, than Bergman's baby, Hayworth's prince or Miss Jane Russell's blouse-size.
Moose Miseries
By Frederick C. Othman
WASHINGTON, Apr. 13 — Trouble with the
“wgyerage moose; as <T-get it; -is-that: he seldom; if
ever casts his ballot in a congressional election. 80 while the moose (mooses? meese?) sit on their handkerchiefs and wonder where the next meal! is coming from, the two-legged heavers of the human race, namely engineers with multimillion dollar gleams in their eyes, are building dams all over the landscape. ] } ‘ These are turning green valleys into muddy
lakes. ruining the scenery and starving out the
moose, the elk, and the white-tailed deer. This isn't right. And as you may have gathered already,
I have spent this day with Devereaux Butcher, the. “wi jeading moose: fancier-in-these parts. «..o..umos
Not Against Mere Man HE'S NOT against mere man, you understand. There is a place in this world for humans. But as executive secretary of the National Parks Association, Mr. Butcher is dead certain that the parks should be reserved for the moose. If the two-legged species wants to build more dams to make more electricity to run more automatic garbage chopper-uppers under the nation’s kitchen sinks, Mr. Butcher figures that it ought to keep same out of the forest reserves. He says, and I quote, that the national parks were established to exhibit the works of nature; not the works of man. Some of the two-legged ones want to build a dam that would flood Mammoth Cave in Kentucky. They're working on plans for a dam that would turn one end of Grand Canyon into a lake. In Dinosaur National Monument they're battling now for the right to build a dam that would flood out perhaps the wildest river valleys left in America. In Glacier National Park they're laboring on getting a law passed for a ‘dam that would flood
~thifgs: “They are smarting, ‘these ‘engineers gaia «and Amerfea is also proud first ‘§peech at Soldiers’ Field.
Mt. Butcher. “The way they dream up stuff is fantastic. Money is no object to them because it isn't theirs. |
vote.” :
. Mr. Butcher is rallying the membership for a| fight in Congress against every dam that would puta moose on a diet. On some of these schemes! it is nip and also tuck. He's even fearful that the Kanab project, his horrid example No. 1, may get started again. . | “It 1s hard to believe,” said the amazed-looking | Mr. Butcher, “but those engineers actually intended to build a dam above the Grand Canyon, take the water out of the, Colorado River there, run it through an aqueduct along the rim of the canyon to a power plant and then return it to the river bed somewhere below the canyon. In all serious-| ness they intended to remove the river, itself, from the canyon it carved.” i
Moose Come Out on Short End
." SOMEBODY ELSE, according to Mr. Butcher, | wants to chop down the trees in Olympic National | Forest. Wherever he goes, seems like; somebody's got it in for those moose. : | One other thing: Mr. Butcher is bivouacked at the moment in one of Washington's largest apart-| ment houses. He has a bird house on his window/| ledge, but that isn't much help. He's surrounded by the works of man, a couple of antimoose Con-| gressmen live down the hall, and he feels cramped. | I'm on his side. I've got friends in the power lobby | but in this case I want not a peep out of them. If they protest this dispatch, I'll sick a moose on ’em. |
The Quiz Master
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22? Test Your Skill 2???
How much of the world’s railway mileage is %
fn the United States? With less than six per cént of the world’s land area and about six per cent of the world’s population, the United States has about 29 per cent of
the world’s railway mileage. .
® © : . Does a dog perspire any place on its body besides its tongue? io : Yes, On_the nose and through the pads on the paws. i
What is the origin of the word dicker? When thie Romans were conquering the known world, they bargainéd with frontier tribes with bales of 10 (decuria) hides. From decuria we got dicker. : + * © o ; In what year were the famous Irish Guards organized? It was in 1900 that Queen Victoria commanded that the Irish Guards be fou in honor of the bravery of Irish regiments in the Boer War.
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ward with his eyes closed. | “Right this way,” said one of the generals with a gesture not unlike a headwaiter. The mule and I walked up the ramp onto” the platform, At the front was a railed enclosure. Before it were two dozen microphones. | Francis and I entered the enclosure. One of the generals stepped up to the microphones. He motioned
taneously struck up “The StarSpangled Banner.” The multitude removed hats,
stood in silence,
s - s THE GENERAL spoke briefly. He said America was proud of its
of her fighting mules!” The throngs cheered wildly.
great mule, Francis!” The mule stepped. forward. The masses were silent. Then Francis spoke. “Morons,!” said the mule. “Stupid, ignorance collection of clucks, ..."” The multitude's first gasp of
surprise at hearing the mule’s|
voice ‘died in a half-million throats. < ” ” ” * “FOR CHRISTMAS sake, Francis,” I hissed, “are you nuts!” “Shut up,” whispered Francis. “I'll handle this my own way.” The mule ‘turned back to the microphones. “A half a million people here, they tell me. All gawking and staring. and flapping their ears in the wind. Thrill-seekers, curiosity hounds, novelty nuts. Bah!” The four generals looked at each other. The thousands were too startled to move. : : “Yes,” said Francis, “a sorrylooking collection, . .” There was a- long pause. The mule looked around _the field. “But,” and suddenly Francis’ voice rang out strong and cléar,
| “by the tail of my great aunt Re-
gret who won the Derby, youare Americans! You are my people! You are the finest collection’ of human beings on the face of this sorry old world! I love every dammed one of you, so help my mulish hide!” For a second there was silence.
‘Ss 8'- 8 . THEN PANDEMONIUM broke |
loose. Even the generals were cheering. Hats sailed into the air. People were pounding each other on the back. Husbands were kissing their wives and other men’s wives. Hysteria reigned.
= ” - : I WALKED back into “And now,” said the general, stable to bid Francis goodbye. It's the taxpayers’. And now we've got an election| I Want to introduce to you a| g ! ot our hands, and, unfortunately, a moose can’t 8T¢at hero, a- great soldier, a able here,” I said. “I notice your
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had been know.”
I shook my. head. “Anything Ise I can do for you before I
! I saw Francis installed in his leave?”
rest quarters. I introduced him to| the general in command of the] fort. The CG was extremely po--e {lite and the mule unnecessarily abrupt. I felt sorry for the gener- 2 al. *
“Where are you going?” “Home,” I said. “I have a sev-n-day leave.”
» ” 1.4 “lI SUPPOSE your mother will lobber all over you,”
The plan, formulated by the Francis. “A Mess of mawkish War Department, called for Fran- Sentimentality.
cis to enjoy seven days of rest before starting out on a nation- I wide tour. The mule was to appear
timated that enough money would be raised to finance the combined Army-Navy Relief Fund for the |duration. (2
| I had-been granted a seven-day 90Y be for a week," Francis,”
leave. I was to proceed to my home, spend a week with my fam-
to make his
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the} “You ought to be fairly comfort-
stall is plush lined, air condi[tionéd, indirectly lighted. An en-| {tire platoon has been assigned to see that you have everything you, want.” . “Everything I want except it peace of mind,” said Francis. | loo What's the. matter?’ .-... .. “Have you seen the schedule {they've planned for me? Speeches, Cc | public appearances, more speeches. All the way across the countrv
cis:
“I guess I'd better go* now,” said. “Damn it all. lieutenant. there
in all the leading cities. Admission Must be something the matter Was to be charged and it was es. With me:
“Why?” “I hate to see you leave.” I went over and put my arm round the mule's neck. “It will
(fighting men, and his voiceljly, then meet Francis in Chicago lieutenant. You're-really not.” out the winter feeding grounds of the four-footed reached a crescendo as he roared, where the mule was
Take care of yourself, FranA ue “ RE z
» 2 ” I ARRIVED in Chicago two
ours before the mule’'s plane was due. I'd had a wonderful week at, home and was full of vim. More! /than that, I was looking forward life for my country . . .” to the tour with Francis.
I hopped off the train and
started into the ‘main station.
Then I heard a newsbhoy yelling!
. Mule killed in plane crash!” I staggered. Grabbed ‘a paper.
There {twas in blazing ‘headlines?!
A forest ranger stood guard.
I went up to him. My
heart
was beating wildly and waves of |fever swept over me.
“Did you find any bodies?”
tried to keep my voice steady. The ranger looked at me quizzically, spat some. tobacco juice.
snorted “Wasn't no bodies,” he said.
I
“Was there a mule?” I asked. The ranger speculated a
ment, spat again.
bodies at all.”
“Wasn't no
“Can we go inside the plane?” “Shore,” said the ranger. “But
z= I STEPPED thro
»» ing where the door had been. The apolis high schools and five cadet interior. of the cabin was charred officers from Purdue University, “You're really not a bad guy, Tubble. T walked from one end ing his face, to the other, stepping over debris,}into the afr. peering fearfully jand-under sheets of twisted-metal: {igs There was no sign of a body. scorched wreckage.
Suddenly {it struck me!
All those heroics of Francis pro . . ordering the crew to jump. ing
. . “Carry on.
I am
Had jt all been a build-up?
Hadn't Francis always claimed
he could fly?
: Hadn't the mule told me he| “Extra! Extra! Read all about was going over the hill if the have recounted fully m
opportunity presented itself?
o bd ® . ma i , imesh : IN-MY-MIND'S ‘eye T ‘pictured’ Ofcourse. they're fantastic: 89
|T dlready been inside and there ain't ‘no bodies.”
ugh the open-
into crannies]
giving my in the Kentucky hills?
mule’s fabulous stunts?
FRANCIS KILLED IN PLANE the scené; the plane wabbling and|
RASH = - 2 I MUST have been crying, I;
{and back. I'd rather be shot. I'd-could hardly read the story—The
Job
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chairman. Among the events scheduled for the organization during April and May are: card
Tuesday: hayride, Apr. 22; inspection by grand officers, May |1, and a May dance, May 13,
|dipping above the storm, motors’ gq But, as surely as Hiroshima wa
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4 |shade of some sassafras tree, his
| Derby, why the
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| Since the day the “plane jcrashed I've spent my time try-
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Barbara Hinkle
To Reign at Dance
By, CARL HENN A group of Air Force fledglings
‘Ball there tomorrow night. The young men, all Butler stu.
Force. . On the uniform they will wear [their- stripes or pips of rank and decorations. Their blue ‘taps wiil vrobably have a smart, 20-mis-sion droop about the ears. { They do not fly. {All chair-borne cadets, they ate itend only administration and suo {ply classes taught by four offi cers and three enlisted men of the regular Air Force. Cadets in basie training are in ROTC class three hours weekly, in advanced train. jing five hours. | Commanding the attention of all present tomorrow will .be Barbara Hinkle, a dark-haired Butler coed. Miss Hinkle was elected Air Angel in competition with six other coeds Sept. 30.. The six, named Honorary Ca{det Captains, will form a court of honor for Miss Hinkle at an intermission ceremony. They are
Virginia Dorothy Stonestreet and Walker. The cadets have planned spe[clal decorations for Atherton Stu|dent Center, where the ball will be held. They intend to provide a military atmosphere by furnshi~g aides-de-camp for prominent guests and posting a guard of honor, white gloves and all. Distinguished Guests Gov. Schricker will head the {distinguished guest list, which is {to include Col. Allison Maxwell, commanding officer, 122d Fighter Wing, Indiana Air National Guard; Col, Roscoe Turner, former speed flyer; Capt. M. C. Thompson, instruction officer, U, ‘8S. Naval Armory, and Dr. M. O. |Ross, Butler president; as well as tother-- military officials inthis" vicinity. Other guests will include the |cadet commanding officers of {ROTC units at each of the Indian-
calmly stepping out
I startéd, blinked . my. eyes, ..... kéd around the twisted,
Was I just-dreaming? Was the ken, lifeless body of the talk- , flying mule lying somewhere
Or ‘was this just another of the
: The all 1 know about Fran- | CIS.
To the best of my ability I
Y experi ences with the mule. pe os 8s the atom bomb. :
attened, every word I have writ-
ing to find the mule, I've wandered over most of Kentucky and part of Tennessee, Mountain folk have told me of seven talking horses, five talking Cows, one talking duck and three talking mules. I've investigated every one of them. Whether Francis is alive I do not know. : . . ® BUT IF HE IS, then undoubtedly, at this very moment, the mu'e standing contentedly in the
tail swishing listlessly. While he indulges in the delicious satisfac
tion of being AWOL. And 80 what!
Me? ; I miss the animal so I'm almost beside myself, In the wee hours of the morning, lying in my warm bed, 1 suddenly leap up, sure I've hearu a voice Ca “Lieutenant, by the tail of my great-aunt Regret who won the Army ever . missioned .. .” Som.
I'm gol ht searching for aos Hight. oa ” > my heart, I feg
Because, in sure the mule is alive, Absolutely sure.