Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 February 1951 — Page 15
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By Ed Sovola
CHINESE NEW YEAR'S party notes: Arrived at the Mandarin Inn, 3775 College Ave. on ‘the dot, 9:30 p. m. Blinds all drawn, “Private Party” sign on front door. : Daniel Lee, No, 2 boy in the restaurant, official greeter. Check “Kong haw sen hay.” Means something,
Tables set for action with plenty of dishes,
| silverware, linen, 100 hungry guests, fresh floral
seniespiices on each table , , , tulips, forsythia, iris. . . ; First of the evening. Ginger ale highball. Check on Chinese lid-lifters, Did Confucius say when in Chinese joint, do as Chinese do? Check. Gin Yow Yin, top man of Mandarin Inn, busting with smiles and making with “Kong haw sen Check it! * Sb
Asked a young Chinese lad/ what year we were going to see in. n't know. Older boy didn’t think anyone knew what year was «oing out and what year was coming in, Street Commissioner Tony Maio and his missus sitting with Mr. and Mrs, Harry Gasper. Somebody must be telling jokes. Larry Wall, beverage dealer, handling the record player. Chinese boogiewoogie my eye . . . “Third Man Theme.” Police Chief Ed Rouls and his wife watching the clock. Five minutes after 10 and still no food in sight. Motorcycle Patrolman Cecil Maddalena, eyes popping, just taking everything in. Cecil's guest, Ruth Harding, said Mayor Phil Bayt is expected. Call the Mayor and tell him what he’s missing. XA little later. Charles Logan and his guest, Judy Hill, twisted my arm, Every sign points to an American blowout instead of Chinese. Lum Lee, Daniel Lee's 16-year-old son, in this country only four months, at the micro-
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Kong haw sen hay . . . (left to right), Ging Hauk Yee, Baby Wing Yan Yee, Daniel Lee, Lum Lee, Gin Yow Yin, Lee Chow Yee and Mr. and Mrs. Lee Chow Yee celebrate their New Years.
It Happe By Earl Wilson
NEW YORK, Feb. 7—Blonde Janis Carter— the- latest beauty chosen by Howard Hughes for a film star buildup—was chuckling in her champagne the other day about “boxoffice actors and actresses.’ ; : 3 She feels that those who are tops in boxoffice probably can’t—or don’t—act. “It’s more a popularity contest,” the Cleveland glamour doll, who has two college degrees, said. “Sometimes to be top at the boxoffice may mean that you've had eight divorces—something that has nothing to do with acting. “Take Bing Crosby. He's no actor, God knows.
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“ESTHER WILLIAMS top actress? No. She's top woman. She’s top swimmer. She’s wonderful to watch, But she's not any great actress.” “How about Betty Grable?” I asked, remembering that "she had been big money-earner in Hollywood for so long. v “Betty Grable’s a truck driver's dream, I'm sure,” she answered. “Look,” she continued, “I adore Betty. I go to see all her pictures. To me she prances like a race horse. God, those legs! But again . ..” No great actress. “It's a popularity thing,” she repeated.
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“1 WAS out on the road with ‘The Petty Girl,” she told me as we were having our interview in 21. “I saw these lines of people waiting to see westerns, “I said, ‘I'm going back home and learn to ride a horse. That's the way to become ‘“boxoffice”. . “Pm not the kind of girl to throw glasses at people in the night clubs and get my name in the papers that way. I've go to do something else.”
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IT WAS all part of her theme that, “The best actors remain unheralded.” “They'll always work, but so many of them never come to the top.” Miss Carter may feel this way because she knows something about it. She has been around Hollywood for almost 10 years now.
“I went to Hollywood out of ‘Panama Hattie’ in December, 1941,” she said. “Betty Hutton had gone out from the same show two or three months before.”
Americana By Robert C. Ruark
NEW YORK, Feb. 7—I suppose a fellow never gets over being a sportswriter, any more than a man gets over being a boy. The old feeling comes back especially strong at this time of the year, with the spring training just over the hill, and the trade talk around, and the annual dinners of this and that. Sportswriters are a rowdy lot, generally, and should seldom pursue the craft past the point of physical capability for sitting up late and drinking more than is good for them. But theirs is the nearly perfect profession, if you like to combine fun with livelihood. If vou are a true sports fan, writing the stuff is like working in a candy factory. 1 was never much of an athlete admirer, and possibly knocked my profession more than necessary, but the life was great. It was compounded of trains and planes and games and hotels and fun and laughter, and you seldom had to get up early in the morning. After you broke in, which took time, there was a great camaraderie in the guild. Se % We were laughing some the other night at the annual baseball writers’ dinner about spring training as it used to be. There was always at least one chronic lush down in Florida, who seized the opportunity of indulging his base cravings on expense -account, with consequent loss of time, memory and week-ends. Th the brotherhood it was customary to “cover” for the sinner, which is to say that you wrote his stuff and protected him against firing. One such sinner was a Washington writer who was rich in friends, and took time off ‘n Biloxi, Miss. for a monumental bat, : Bob Considine and Shirley Povich were doing his stuff for him, and doing it well. One night, dead tired from a rough afternoon on the golf course, Bob and Shirley came info the hotél and met their alcoholic proteges The delinquent was very dapper, and perfectly groomed. . 9 @ “HAVE YOU done my piece yet?” with an aggrieved air.
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phone. rry Wall asked: “Say New Year in Chinese.” Lum’s a bright boy. He said: “Say happy New Year in Chinese.” Larry's speechless. Gin Yow Yin says we're celebra Year 40. They're counting from the year the inese Republic was established, Forty is a good round figure. » Mr. and Mrs..Bill Wong and brother Bob Wong of Bamboo. Inn have the New Year spirit. H, E. Eberly, Continental Printing Co., is helping them
Check how the man mixes No. 5. | The conversation about food is beginning to | dwindle and the laughter is increasing in quantity ! and volume. Ging Hauk Yee, Baby Wing Yan Yee, Mr. and Mrs. Lee Chow Yee trying to hear ‘Hong Kong Blues.” Waiters begin to haul chow at 10:20.
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saw or tasted soup like won ton. He's so right. Next course, Chinese meat balls, Waiter said I never saw or tasted meat balls like that before. If he keeps that up he's going to have §64 and will be trying for the giant jackpot—truckload
of chicken chow mein.
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NOISE HAS diminished. Time, 10:45 p. m. One hour and 15 minutes to New Year's. The waiter says there won't be any firecrackers. I'll just shoot my mouth off at midnight, e
Chinese style spareribs and Cantonese fried shrimp unloaded on table. Waiter just smiled. Nothing skimpy about the portions. Waiter says “kong haw sen hay” means Happy New Year in Chinese. The greeting is getting harder and harder to say. Wonder if the ol’ whistle is too dry. Waiter says he brought sweet-sour duck. He's hitting on high again. The fish roll is excellent
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WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1951
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with the hot sauce. The food must stop coming
sometime. This can’t go on. Checking out time for me is 11:15, No more room. Waiter says the main course, chicken chop suey, Chinese style, is coming up. It may be coming up but how is it going to go down? Chicken chop suey arrived. Stabbed it twice with my fork. A 15-minute nap might help matters. Tony Maio's face is getting blurred. Something funny going on. Guests are leaving just as
soon as they're through eating. Mr, and Mrs. Bill ~| Wong are cutting a rug. No one else seems to be
able to move except out the door. Daniel Lee says that’s customary. The main purpose of the party has been fulfilled. Friends have shared his food. > b> 2 MIDNIGHT. Mandarin Inn practically deserted. No noise. No explosions other than buttons off shirts. One more for the road. A man can't be sensible on New Year's Eve. You can’t wake up next morning feeling good. Kong haw sen hay, Sensible, these Chinese.
Janis Carter Wins Stardom by Sweater
A curious thing happened on her arrival at Columbia Studios.
A studio press agent, inquiring about her back-
ground, discovered she had degrees of bachelor of arts and bachelor of music from Western
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“WE'D BETTER keep that part quiet,” he said. “It'll do you no good if we let that get out.” Frequently thereafter she was “on the road to stardom,” but something always got in the way— usually the lack of a proper screen story for her. “Maybe I wouldn't have been ready anyway,” she says.
“You see, I like theater. When I'm in New York, I go every night and every matinee. Some people are in it for the money and the fame— which is wonderful, too. But I'm going to go on acting all my life. 7 “I'm going to outdo Dame May Whitty.”
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HOWARD HUGHES became one of her fans only recently. They then signed a contract at RKO. Hughes talked over her future with her in a business conference held at the Beverly Hills Hotel Polo Lounge—a swank cocktail spot. She was amazed at how much attention Hughes pays to detail. For instance, he told her that her teeth photographed beautifully. Miss Carter, having been “Sweater Girl of 1947,” didn’t suppose anybody had ever noticed her teeth. “In fact, I think Mr. Hughes hired me because I was sweater girl that year,” she said.
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“IT WAS at the time of his big investigation, when he was on all the front pages. Well, my picture, in a sweater, made Page 1, and the story about him was on Page 2. It was then he decided he wanted to talk to me. “It'd be funny, if after all my concentration on acting I should be a success — due to a sweater.”
ww @ WISH I'D SAID THAT: Winnie Garrett tells
about the wolf whose sight was failing. She says, “His eyes were on their last legs.”
od TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: Harvey Stone says his sister-in-law has been keeping company for 10
years with a race track operator, but he keeps giving her the same stall.—That's Earl, Brother?
Recalls Funny. Rowdy Life of Sportswriter
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“No,” answered the done our own.” “Well, dammit,” said the foul-off gentleman, “I wish you would hurry up. I am going out for cocktails and dinner, and I would feel better if I knew my story was done.” Some time later, during the alcoholi¢’s convalescence, he decided he had progressed to the point of dictation. He called in his friends and announced that he was still too shaky to type, but would tell them what he wanted said.
He was very meticulous about placing the paper in the machine, and was superb about such things as hyline, address of the copy, night-press-rate colleet and dateline. As he hit the dateline he looked triumphantly at his protectors. “Take it from there,” he said simply, and went out into the night.
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THIS FRIENDSHIP-in-action was very fine for the development of a variegated writing style. In one week, I remember, I was doing stories under other people’s names for two papers besides my own, and earned the undying enmity of one friend by getting him a bonus and a letter of commendation from his boss while he was out of action, temporarily, on a historic. toot. That was the week I also sent a piece of minor exclusiveness, absent-mindedly to the opposition, and was roundly chewed out by my own slave driver for being scooped. This absent-mindedness was not so potent, however, as a demonstration of friendship by the companions of another chap who occasionally came down with total eclipse. No less than eight of his fellows, out of kindness, filed stories for the happy sleeper. Next day he got a wire from his employers. It sald, roughly: “We don’t mind your getting stiff, but try to limit your ghostwriters to one man, in the future, out of respect for wire tolls. Incidentally, the third story was the best. Tell us who wrote it and we’ll hire him.” A lot of it seems pretty silly and juvenile now, but it was great fun, and in the next reincarnation, I hope to be a sportswriter. But with a better ball club to cover than the Washington Senators. And fewer irresponsible friends.
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Couple Here to Mark ‘Golden Anniversary
| Mr. and Mrs. Charles A. Kin-| ney will observe their golden] wedding anniversary with an open house .Saturday in the home of {their son, Perry Kinney, 1527 8. 4 Richland St. seh Mr. Kinney, now ;retired, was formerly employed ‘by the Belt Railroad, , .
Mr. and Mrs. Kinney, who live Sw =
on. Newhart Road in Sunshine Gardens, have another sch, Robert Kinney; two daughters, Mrs, {Frank McCarty and Mrs. Robert |McKinney; 18 grandchildggn and) eight great-grandchildren.
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Jerry is 8 . .. this was the "never, never" day of Aug. 27, -1950, the birthday Jerry 1 "couldn't live to see."
. . . what's a homecomin | Jerry had it, complete with ice cream and cake, reunited with his | "buddies" who had said nightly prayers for him during his long
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“Last hope" flight . . . Jerry was a frail, thin boy "weeks from death" on Feb. 2 when The Times arranged the mercy fig, Here TWA Capt. Dick Beck chats with the sick boy, just be
Headin' home . . . peppy and some 17 pounds heavier Jerry started home Mar. 21— not cured—but given a temporary reprieve from
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"God heard our prayers” . , . back home Jerry landed in the arms of his grandmother, Mrs. W. H. Williams, who had "stayed home and prayed."
Back to school . . . this was the day Jerry had wanted most, the day he returned to Miss Carol Ramsey's class.
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# "You're a brave boy, Jerry" . . mett Holt Jr.'s words brought a valiant smile as Jerry got his first ACTH shot Feb. 4 in a New
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Mom, Dad, Jimmy and, Jerry . . . there wasn't 8
family anywhere than the Dunaway family circle the
Jerry's return. They knew it couldn't last . ful for “the extra time." :
Jerry and friend . . . failing and close to ancier relapse, Jerry got one of his "biggest | wish®s," a backstage meeting with Sonja Henie/
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