Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 November 1950 — Page 11
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THE NEXT time TI hear a woman say, “My feet are’ killing me,” I'm going to believe her and feel sorry. for her; ; ~All because of a remark a teen-ager made, I wore high-heeled shoes for awhile. Almost long enough. fo break my back. Let's not have any wise remarks, please. So I wore high-heeled shoes. So I'm a cowboy. Lata > db HERE'S HOW everything all started. I was cutting through a shoe department when I saw a teen-ager standing on her toes, looking as if she Just left a bucking bronco. The girl acted like she was in the throes of a stroke. Only she was talking in a high-pitched adolescent voice. “Oh mummy, I simply must have heels. I eouldn’t go to THIS dance without them,” moaned the girl to her mater. She attempted - & step with the grace of a mechanical man. Mama acted as if she hadn't heard the remark. Her mind was on a pair-of shoes in her hands. Nothing flashy, you know, just a good shoe with a rather low heel, maybe-inch and a half high. * Bb D “DARLING, HOW will you walk and dance in heels? You know you never wore high-heeled shoes in your life,” purred mama. “I distinctly remember you saying you would never wear highheeled shoes.” “That was ages ago, mother.” It didn’t take an experienced shoe clerk to notice the girl's feet were a few sizes larger than her mother’s. --I may be wrong buf I'm inclined to think there are fewer and fewer girls coming up with dainty feet. Some girls wear size seven and eight to junior high school. No kidding.
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High heels . . . Sturdy oikles are fine but it takes a woman to master them.
It Happened Las it Night
By Earl Wilson
NEW YORK, Nov. 13—The Hendersons copped the Metropolitan opening the other night—Skitch, the handsome pianist, and Betty, the 74-year-old gal with the gams. Skitch arrived with his arm around the bare shoulders of Faye Emerson, removed it long enough fo duck for a television show, returned and put his arm back—and in a few minutes the rumor spread that he and Faye have definitely decided to marry, have rot the consent of her 10-year-old son, Scoop, and that they had gone a-house-hunting on E. 74th St. the day before. Strange news to come from a Met opening, maybe, but youth and TV —and TV necklines— took over the opera. IN SHERRY'’S Saloon on the sec orfd floor of the Met, Faye attracted more attention in her white mink, with an orchid at each ear, than Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt, the Queen, would have had she been there. Sitting there with Dorothy Kirsten who was’ in some little underprivileged ermine, Fave openly talked to friends 'hout setting the date with Skitch. z When I asked her why she didn't let me make the engagement announcement, Faye replied: “Because, I would like to announce my own engagement if vou don’t mind.” But Fayesie said she wasn't denying it, and when I asked her whether she liked:the opera, she answered with another tittle-reference to her probable future with Skitch. “Oh yes, I'm a music-lover, NOW, you know,” she said.-
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THE OTHER Henderson-—-Betty, alias Tegs attracted attention by doing the practically unheard of thing: Drinking orangeade.
« Fourteen pounds lighter than she was a month
ago due to an illness that made her so thin she’
doesn’t even need a girdle, Betty arrived wearing a tlara she’d borrowed from “Mr. John,” the mad milliner, and not one but TWO diamond necklaces. “My—God:—this-is-my 40th year at this thing she said wearily. While posing for pictures, <he spilled some of her orangeade onto her boyish escort, John Alden Talbot, by taking a rather reckless swipe at the air with her lorgnette. 1 wouldn't have minded if it'd been champagne.” he said. . Mrs. Geotge Washingten. Kavanagh, famous veteran of the Met-openings, allowed-me-to take an inventory of. the ice on her. - THERE WERE 3 diamond bracelets on one arm a-doublte-sized-—hunk-—of -same-on--the-other; three diamond rings and one emerald ring on her fingers, diamond earrings and an enormous diamond pendant. She hadn’t worn a tiara as she didn't want to seem ostentatious. Lo Pigras-are—passe;-said--her -sasghier, Leonora Warner.“How many carats
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Americana : By Robert C. Ruark
MEMPHIS, ‘Nov. 13—-T hope none of my Beale friends will accuse me of playing the dozens wig off
St. as a result of this piece and jump salty,
and blow, because I am not strictly a cold nose Joe. : 7 : “ I have merely consulted with Prof. Nat Williams, the unofficial mayor of the fabled thoroughfare on how its denizens speak these. ‘days, which seems to be sharp as a carp, or nothing but fine. Mr. Williams is the first. Negro with
sufficient courage, in these parts, to attempt a career as disc-jockey, and in his spare time he « teaches at Booker T. Washington High School. Been doing it for abeut 20 years—teaching, I mean. 5 I know well that when you grin, you’ re in, and you better put and stay out, which means that if you laugh somebody comes along you head, which means a bust in the snoot, and not even cousins play the dozens. So I will explain the dozens. It is a sport peculiar to this portion of the South.
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WHEN YOU are playing the dozens, Cat, you are standing on a corner knocking somebody's relatives, mainly female. “Big Boy” is.a “Dozens” word. Prof. Williams describes it thus: “When you call a man Big Boy from the gravel pits you are saying that he is a country man of pretty low economic status and his mana ain't nowhere. This ig,» fighting piece - from Memphis to Detroit.’ .. ~Beale St. has developed a slang thday that is a distant cast from the old, high-rolling years when Beale, Rampart and Basin were the princi-
18 __._p4dl sin Spots of the Delta. Nobody on Beale today
—or few folks, at least-——could define an “easy rider” for you. An easy rider used ta'be a big ol’ buck gambling man. f : ® >. THE NEW talk is one. part jive, one part, jargon, and one part pure in-
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Women, Not Us Men “though her movements were grotesque, she prom. ised to practice after school. Mother ‘warned hi The girl shrugged that prospect off. Her main | reaaly concern was to keep from falling on her face. | When this little drama in true life ended, I Did you ever try to find a size 11B with a 4-inch heel? Something snappy? Clodhoppers you can find easy. Store thought he could drag out a pair. He did, too. It was a black heélless and toeless model “with a bow-affair on the toe. We struggled to
Wels tor Cowbops,.; Th i I di ; wi li i Ti to take into consideration what father would ~ : 2 went forth té find out more about high heels. My ol’ friend Ww. G. Spenny ‘at the Marott Shoe put my tootsie inside.
MR. SPENNY finally decided the wool socks had to go. We weren't making much progress. We put our backs against the shoe horn again. Beads of perspiration appeared on his forehead | by the time the right shoe was on. Fit like a | glove, 1 was glad we only had five toes to con- | tend with. i “Why don’t you come here sometime with | something simple?” asked Mr. Spenny, hoisting my foot on the workbench.
Leather creaked agam, joints cracked. and all of a sudden my left foot felt like it had been | placed in a vise. “You're all set, pick up thy feet and .try to | walk,” quipped Mr. Spenny, stepping back. GP
IT WAS no trick at all to stand up. The trick was to remain upright: I felt like I was looking at the floor from a great height and yet my knees were bent, hips rigid and shoulders forward. Mr. Spenny remarked that I was the picture of a cowboy who had been in the saddle too long. Funny, that was the same impression I had of the teen-ager. But the worst was yet to come. I coulim't just stand there like a dummy. One step, two steps, heel in and heel out. The ankles, usually so sturdy and reliable, behaved badly. Mr. Spenny was ‘having the laugh of his life.
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“HOW DO Mr. Spenny didn't know, into the air by degrees. A few more steps were darn near disastrous. Never again will I pishposh a woman who says she can’t walk from the Circle to The Keys in high heels. Walking up stairs wasn't bad. Going down was another matter. The heel caught the edge of the step and if one didn’t hold on to the rail one would somersault without difficulty. What a wonderful feeling it was to slip those shoes off and curl the toes freely. Ladies, how do you do it? Granted a high-heeled shoe does much for the ankle and the foot and the eye. My eye, especially. But will some kind lady please tell me how you do it? Oh, how you must suffer, How much practice does it take to be proficient? Is the price you pay worth the effort and danger? ‘No kidding, I'd like to know.
Phillip L. Bayt . . . chief deputy under Sheriff Feeney, today mayor of Indianapolis.
Sheriff Feeney and Deputies Harry Cook and Tony Maio (left to right) posed with county's new fire truck in 1940.
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Deputy Harold Bucy and Sheriff Feeney
down on speeders. and took pride in being a policeman at heart.
Met Opera Stars TV Type Necklines
might be thought by somebody to be out-of-date nowadays. . = " ” “Betty's a very sweet girl,” Mrs. K: said. Remember, now, Betty's 74. Blanche Thebom, who has hair 5-feet 4-inches long, outsparkled some of the mob with a $75,000 Juliet cap headpiece consisting of a net of pearls with a diamond dropping down from the pearls
onto her forehead. She kept calling the diamond
“Some “drop,” T ‘said. “How . Victory for mayoralty candidacy in 1947 pri- Mother Feeney; her son and Kenneth H. Campbell . their Tired and sober in victory, Mr. Feeney was big is it?" mary brought frace of smile to Mr. Feeney's lips. names were on the poll sheets. Hours later he was mayor-elect. surrounded by newsmen in his tiny quarters. “Twenty-eight carats,” she thought. Inside Sherry’'s at intermis-
sions: it was something like a football game. You started for thre bar, gained a yard, and were thrown back two. Mary Garden gasped as she looked into the drinking crowd and said, “It's awful, Awful. I won't go in.’ Some old die-hards said too many “nouveaux riche” were there—a couple of experts said Verdi's “Don Carlo” was a bad choice. | —...Deems . Taylor said. “This opera--is-net- done-.| often and after seeing it, I'm not amazed.” | | | |
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sie——"yls oe MARGUERITE PIAZZA, of Sid Caesar's television show, who has a pretty bustline and went to considerable depth to ‘show it, was probably the outstanding New Gal there. “Lean over more!” the photogs shouted at her, and she leaned and leaned and leaned, till she was a Leaning Tower of Piazza. Gene Tunney was-there and had a good time. Well, a guy his size and with his experience in the ring, probably could. San OUR TOWN: As soon as the large air raid sirens are installed; police cars, ambulances and fire efiginés will be allowed to use theirs again . Randy Brooks has been #ienying a rumor that he's dead . . . Ray Robinson booked passage on ‘the Liberte. He’ 11 box exhibitions in France... Tom Noonan of Dario’'s Martinique is making stork tork. It'll stalk him next week . . . Harvey Stone's off -on a 2-week European tour vas: DUs Mont “director Steve Previn and L’ Aiglon singer Jean Bartell (Miss America '43) are-a coosome
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Frank J. Noll Sr. and Mayor Feeney . . . this City Hall information sign could have hung in his office.
Mayor Feeney watched an Indianapolis landmark disappear. He didn't see its replacement completed..
Sisters Mrs. E. O. Marquette (left) and Miss Mary with Brother Al . . . theirs was a closely-knit family backing the bachelor mayor.
Today's Daily Double: Wall Streeter Jack Adler and, starlet Barbara Lawrence, = x 5 BE =
WHO'S NEWS2 Janis Paige. just separated’ from Frank Antonelli; flew in. from the Coast and landed at the Blue Angel . . .” Wally Cox, the comie, thinks Dwight Deere Wyman will produce the play he wrote... Gaston, former captain at ‘21” and Mario, former head chef of the liner Conte de Savoia, opened their Casanova restaurant Tuesday: night, &
She Trobe. With some: : Ha eptis that they dant; OT". That's Earl, brother.
Say Cat, Eye This | Then Knife on Out
‘Mrs. Mabel Augusta, Eric - Rogers and Mayor Feeney. . . . A Flanner House Nursery charity tea produced this appealing photograph. |
"The former Notre Dame athlete, always popular with youngsters, threw the first pitch when Sycamore playground was opened. :
At public appearances he sollected crowds, many of the small fry. Here Mayor Feeney dedicated street lights at 16th St..and Warman Ave.
he will say. “1 will dig you in the early bright, baby.” “Knife on out” is a. synonym for “I got.to cut,” which means leave.
You could never use “sweet man” today as a definition for a fellow Who derives his livelihood from shady ladies.. A pander, is delicately defined as a gent who is Tputsiy’ on a slight hustle.” A cop is."roach.” When a Beale St. bravo says, | “Man you better reach for your cook’s kill.” it means the cops are imminent. Cook's kill is a local insecticide.
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ONE CAT will approach another cat. inthe shank of ‘the evening and remark: “Say, man,
what's happening?” He is not seeking informa--tion, but is merely saying hello. The answer is “ain't nothin’ shakin’. Money on Beale St. now is “ends.” Comes | from * ‘making ends meet.” Twenty-five cents is a “rough.” A dime is a ‘“‘deese.” - When a man is busy talking and a bore horns
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you.’ Then all his friends slap their thighs and say: “Man, you sure did gas that guy.” When, | you gas a guy you got. hing: He just got to cut. |
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WHEN "A sharp chick comes down the street, quivering gently the solid way ‘a chick can shake, | all the boys lean back .and murmur: “Ahhh, but it is . .. ” If her four-eyed, box ankled sister | follows in her wake, they lean forward a and snarl: “Ahhhh, but it ain't” Let's say a cat _is looking low. Another cat comes by and says “come on, man, let's peck on - that rock.” First cat says: “J ain't nowhere.” This ; means ‘that one boy has suggested that | t the other boy go to work, and the other boy . just ain't up to is He ain't go no eyes. That means he can’t see it, or ‘ust plain won’t do it. Weill, take it’ easy :aule—I mean man. I am | just another square from nowhere, and whatever | I had in mind was nothing but fine. Wellll, all. right, and sometimes I wonder Whether jazz had |
Albert Guvrie Feeney wore Gov. Schricker, Vice President Alben Barkley and 4 Mayer yo so : on
cer in the Coast Artillegy and this formal attire the day of his brass joshed the Yeop: less than a month ago during a to be’born, ; _aid to Gen, Custer. first Holy Communion. No. 2 man. : i ;
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