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Inside Indianapolis By Ed Sovola

IT'S EASY to have 4 lemon cream pie smashed

In your face. All you have to do is ask - nish the pie. : ; Ra vr

In one of my off moments, T wondered if there Were people about with secret urges who would enjoy the opportunity for expression. Since I had the face that would stop a lemon cream pie, the rest proved to be simple. The preparations and subsequent cleaning required 99 per cent of the time involved for the experiment.

First, I had to go buy a couple of pies. That was in case someone dropped one or missed. L. 8S. Ayres had the perfect - pies. They were -soft and creamy and tasfy. ‘On impact I opened my mouth and did some sampling. . . Pv. D IT WAS necessary to dig up a swimming cap. Meringue never looks right in my hair. A plastic raincoat provided the protection for the ensemble, such as it was. Meringue and gravy spots don’t blend well. . L. Strauss & Co., I was sure, wouldn't appreciate a mess in front of their store, so a large cover for the sidewalk had to be found. A good citizen keeps his city clean. Few pedestrians paid much attention as the sidewalk covering was placed near the curb.

Traffic stopped when one of the pies was brought out,

“What are you going to do with the pie?”

BULLSEYE—A young lady expresses a lifelong urge to fling a lemon cream pie.

It Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, Apr. 6—I cover the Heart Beat —and so the other night I was an eye-witness to how things stand between the Duke and Duchess of Windsor. = The Duchess, completely recovered from her operation, very gay spirited, made her first appearance in a public restaurant since her fliness when she came to the Colony—with Papa. The Duke leaned over, took the Duchess’ hand at one point in the Colony bar, and said to me: “We're in the happy column tonight.” “Did you have a good time in Palm Beach?” I asked him. He'd but recently returned.

> © “ “NO. T was very sad without the Duchess.” “1 guess you think I'm following you around,” I told the Duchess. I'm there almost every time she is. “I'm afraid you're not. I'm afraid it's only a rumor.” she said. “Anyway, you're too busy following Rita Hayworth about.” Then she asked me, “Mr. Wilson, is that girl you were sitting with your B.W.?” I replfed that I'd given the Beautiful Wife the night off to let her play Canasta. I'd sat down with friends. i > night out on my beat,

“This is your first isn’t it?” I asked. “Yes, is that too daring?’ she replied—a

remark obviously directed at her critics. > oS “AND WE'RE going right home!” “Could I write something nice about talking to you?” I asked. “If it's nice,” she said. when I like to be flattered.” The Duke said they'd been at his book publishers the day before. “We went to see the bindings,” Ie said. He referred to his memoirs, “A King's Story,” out Apr. 16. : “Did you read it yet?” I asked the Duchess. “Did I read it! I'm pretty proud of it!” “Will you have a literary cocktail party and do all the things other authors do?” > > S “COCKTAIL PARTY!" said the Duchess. “Don’t forget, we live on sterling. We couldn't afford it!” The Duchess was wearing a dark dress and double strand of pearls, and in the opinion of women whom I questioned—because they can be so catty—she looked her best, and quite vibrant. I lingered a while elsewhere in the Colony, When they were leaving, the Duke holding ‘her by the arm, I was still around. “You mean you're not out on your beat trying to catch Rita!” she said.

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, Apr. 6—If nobody cares, I sure would like to take another swipe at this draft business, which seems to be paramount in a great many minds today. It just isn’t making any appreciable sense. Talked to a fellow the other day, man with two sons. One son, upcoming 18, is going to skip the draft, because he's entered into college and the grades are all right. But son No. 2 is a fat pigeon. He went to college, made good marks, graduated, and now is a member of the guild which the Arabs describe as the forgotten of Allah, For nearly a year his future has heen heavily in doubt, He can’t get a good job. The first question prospective bosses ask is: “What's your “draft

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status?” forced to mumble something like “indefinite” and the bossman says, "Sorry, Buster, we can't af-

ford to gamble.” So this young man has been living out the thin edge of desperation for some time, awaiting the whim of the people who direct the draft machinery. » They tell him, at lugubrious last, that he goes to work for Uncle Sam in a couple »f weeks, but it took some pretty heavy stringpulling to get him inducted in New. York instead of Los Angeles; whence he would have been forced to travel at his- own expense for the privilege of becoming a private. >

THE DELICATE division point here seems clear enough. I can’t soul-search enough reasons to convince anybody that Bill Graduate i8 more of a candidate for military distinction than his kid brother, Pete, who is just whipping off on a collegiate adventure. . The elder brother is a man, who has licked" education and might just possibly like to start a career and maybe even get married. But elder brother gets the draft rap, and younger brother takes the exemption. If this makes sense we all got to rejuggle our heads. In one way, the months that a fuzzy-faced youngster spends in the Army is a marvelous

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TTIW Traffic Blocked By ; Pie «In - Face Show

asked one of the spectators. Approximately 75 persons stoed in a semicircle watching. “Is there anyone in the crowd who has ever had the urge to throw a lemon meringue pie in —someone's face?” Hands shot into the air and there was a chorus of “I have.” * bb TO HAVE EACH person with the urge throw a pie would be expensive. And quite wasteful. Only one would throw, the others would have to get ‘a vicarious thrill. A young lady in a pretty yellow ‘hat was especjally eager. A nod-made her step forward. She explained that all her life she has had the urge to rub a lemon pie in somebody's puss. “Are you sure you don't want to throw the pie like they used to do in the Mack Sennett comedies?” . : No, Norma Patrick, 650 S." Vine 8t., Seymour, wanted to push and rub the pie. She was the quarterback in that play. ; I put the swimming cap on and slipped the raincoat on backwards for maximum protection. I braced myself for whatever shock would be forthcoming. A little gn ehinted to three. “ s

MISS PATRICK, without the slightest hesitation, on the count of three, slammed the beautiful, gooey pie in my face. It was a sweet blow, You could compare what happened to pushing your face into a pillow except when you opened your eyes you were looking at a meringue-lemon-cream world. Someone shouted that I was ready for a shave. The meringue looked like lather. Lather isn’t near as tasty. A question was raised by several bystanders about the other pie. “I'll throw it in your face,” shouted a tall fellow. That was the moment to be strong. Nope, one pie was enough. Miss Patrick said she felt wonderful. Was the pie-pushing episode all she expected It certainly was. What a good sport. The Seymour girl stepped up. took:the Kleenex out of my hand and proceeded to wipe away the meringue and rream. .

“Will you give me the pleasure of hurling the ’

ther pie in your face” I asked.

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MISS PATRICK stepped away quickly. ; She didn’t think she’d like the turnabout play. No one ‘else in the crowd wanted to step up to the firing line. A motorcycle policeman wheeled up just as I swas rolling up the covering with the splattered pie on it. He asked what was going on. The sidewalk was completely blocked. “A young lady pushed a lemon cream pie in my face a couple of minutes ago,” I explained. “She” was expressing an urge at my invitation.” The officer surveyed the laughing crowd. He was puzzled, but didn't press the issue. I was afraid to ask if he wanted a pie in his face. Let sleeping policemen alone I always say. Let's hope this demonstration doesn’t start a fad around town. It would be all right for quiet parties at home especially if the wife's lemon cream pies aren’t good eating.

Believes Windsor Ties As Binding As Ever

I came home to find an advance copy of “A King's Story.” I'll steal just from the last paragraph where he tells of giving up the throne for Wallis Simpson. oo oe < “S0. FAR as I was concerned, love had triumphed over politics,”. he had written. “Though it has proved my fate to sgfrifice my cherished heritage along with all the years in its service, I today draw comfort from the knowledge that time has long since sanctified a true and faithful union.” i And that's the way it looked the ether night. oS B® THE MIDNIGHT EARL: Milton Berle has a new beautiful blonde—she works in a smart shop in Palm Beach where he's vacationing . . . Prince Igor Troubetzkoy’'s attys. are piqued at Barbara Hutton's attys. for trying to whittle the settlement to under $500,000. They. think such a sum is only fair . . . Lloyd Nolan's No. 1 choice to succeed Bill Gargan on “Private Eye” . . . Eugene O'Neill's down to -less than 90 lbs. at Dr.'s Hospital . .. Jerome Kern's widow's marrying ex-raaio singer Geo. Byron . . . Max Asnas cracks that he'll get Rudolph Halley to ask ‘the Four Questions” the first night of Passover . . . Pretty Shirley Ballard, the starlet, got proposed to by actor Herbert Evers. o-oo @ RITA HAYWORTH — swamped with movie and TV offers -— told her agents she

doesn't want to “talk about Miss Ballard working now”; just wants to Bl 0 rest . . . Her first dinner stop was 21 ... Dagmar

bounces onto Frank Sinatra's CBS-TV show Saturday in her first appearance off Jerry Lester's NBC show. 1t's part of their feud . ., . Louis B. Mayer starts his own film company about Sept. 1 after he steps out of MGM because of his battle with Nick Schenck. With Mayer and Sam Goldwyn both out of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. maybe they should just call it “Metro” . The Mel Tormes (Candy Toxtin) are celebrating 2 whole years married. -» > oe TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: An egoist wants a girl just like married dear old dad so he can have a child just like him (Joe Derise). Freddy Martin tells of a gal called “Deadline.” When she starts looking good, it's time to quit drinking and go home. . . . That's Earl, brother.

Draft Imbecility Tough on Grads

spent heavy slabs of money sending kids to military school, to teach them discipline and a respect for authority. A good tough top kick can instill a great deal of respect for authority in a maverick mind, in a hurry. The food is good, the housing adequate,

Brass Speaks

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the old ingrained abuses of personnel have been abolished. The sergeants tuck 'em in, today. We do not consider here the possibility for foreign fighting service and the outside chance that the boy will be killed or injured, Death is just as tough on a 25-year-old as on an 19-year-old, and there is no comparative argument. But, logically, 1 can't see how you can. send a college graduate off to war as a bucko private when you exempt his little brother who is just getting his teeth into college. What have we proved here, in the new ruling that makes learning better than a punctured eardrum as A way to skip your obligation to your country? > o> 4 . IF THERE is any value to this emphasis on the. exemption of brain-boys, wouldn't it be “a little smarter to pass over the graduates, who have proven their mental worth and let the apprentice scholars take the whack? Talking along the lines of Gen. Hershey and Harry Truman, you are supposed to be building an intellectual aristocracy by allowing the college kids to remain civilians while their poorer, dumber cousihs learn the hup-two-fhree-four, As an indulgence to the classic stupid approach; I venture that a graduated bird is worth a dozen freshmen, as prospective civilian stuff. Because the one man has proved his intelligence and the frosh is still six-to-five to flunk arcHes ology. But this is evidently not the way the genius department in Washington figures. It makes a dog soldier out of a grad and leaves his little brother loose fobrowse the fields of culture, Once in a while you get'renl impatient with the foolishnesses that surround you. This educational imbecility, as a basis of separating soldiers from civilians, is a fine index to the thinking In our higher places, and eventually will build an army worthy of being commanded by Gen. Harry

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KEEPING THE RECORDS—The distaff side of the Army pla: an important role in the operations at the Army's new Adjutar General School at Fi. Harrison here. Cpl. Priscilla Gahm is sho: | by combination lock file where academic records are kept.

GRADING PAPERS—Cpl. Ruth Stevenson grades | examination papers on an IBM machine. Scores are recorded automatically by the madhine.

He Can Make or Break Them—

* Group, Uncle Carl Packs Power By. PAUL R. LEACH WASHINGTON, Apr. 6 (CDN)—Four-star generals and admirals are big shots in their own realm, but they speak softly when they have any truck with Uncle Carl

Vinson.

This 67-year-old Georgia Congressman—Democrat of course—can make or break anything they want au

thorized. He is chairman of the

powerful House Armed Services Committee. His Senate opposite number, Richard

Russell, also a Georgian, does not often disagree with him.

And the Appropriation Committee usually OK’'s what his committee .approves. <

= n ” Mr. Vinson is very much in the public eye this week. He has charge of the highly controversial draft bill on the House floor, which passed. If he can get it through with out suffering separation of the universal military training fea-

ture, it will be because of the -

political generalship he has learned in his 36 continuous years of House membership. That political suavity of hi is best iHustrated by the fac that in his- many years as a committee chairman there never has been a minority committer

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the - Senate has

- 5 5 THAT DOES not mean tha’ every measure passes the com mittee unanimously, There are 18 other Democrats and 16 Republicans in the group. Most of them are individualists. But Uncle Carl is a smoother of rufled feetings. They all like him. The newest member car be assured of a hearing. Before armed forces unifica tion, he was naval affairs ehair man. He was a hig Navy man supreme. The admirals loved him. But they always had *» come clean with him on any new propositions After unification the admirals Wought they would have clear sailing with him. But they were sHocked when W. Stuart Svm-

ington, then Air Force secre: tary, did such a good selling job that Mr. Vinson became a big \ir Force man, too. And nov 18's for a powerfully equipped ind force, as well,

z ” ” THE NAVY really felt low when Mr. Vinson called the warring admirals and fly boys before. the committee to. air

Gone Are Reckless Ways of Life—

Fliers ‘Grow Up'—At Last; Average Age 33—Have Families

"By DOUGLAS LARSEN

Times Staff Writer

LANGLEY FIELD, Va., Apr. 6

It isn't the same wild blue

yonder it was during World War II. Gone are the droves of beardless, gold-barred hot pilots Whose

principal tactical mission

on the

ground was to terrorize all

females within whistling or phoning distance. Gone are the howling parties in the officers’ club featuring the

college-song fest. No longer is the most popular greeting between birdmen the fraternity grip. Gone are the 50-mission caps, the red-eyed, hung-over look on the flight line. Practically al) gone, anyway. Gone are the baby-faced chicken colonels, the gay, reckless way of life for the wideeyed youngster who has just discovered how fast 100-octane gasoline will get him from the night clubs of one big city to the gay spots of another.

n ” ” . THE UNITED STATES Air Force has grown up. ‘You see it at Air Force bases

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tell it here especially. This 1&

one of the Air Force's oldest bases, headquarters of the fast growing Tactical Air Command. Most of the fliers around here are combat veterans who have been called to active duty from the reserves or National Guard, Today's typical Air Force pilot is a little gray .around the temples and beginning to get thick ih the middle. He's in the neighborhood oft 33. married, with two kids. He drives a good car which isn't quite paid. for yet, plays golf on the week-ends, loves his wife, and woula sooner romp with

he aide. Shen pap pele.

greets new students to the school. work on extension courses by reserve officers.

FRIDAY, APRIL 6, 1951

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U. 8. Army Photos

HOW ABOUT THIS, SARGE?—The WACs are just like the Army when it comes to who's bess. /hen a problem comes up the gals yell for the Sarge. Here Cpl. Martha Fitzpatrick, checks a point /ith Sgt. Nellie McAllister. At right is Cpl. Patricia Ennis. Mary

also assigned to the school staff. The scho

ENROLLS NEW STUDENTS — Cpl. Marion Kiser he

also handles

Softly To Vinson

UNCLE CARL VINSON-—"Make or break" man.

their quarrels over bombing jurisdiction. But all hands were satisfied with that airing, except for some of the Air Force

Flying i= a job to do, But he's a darned good pilot, the best the Air Force ever had. He checks the safety list before’ each takeoff. His days of carelessness are behind him. Nevertheless he's not so cautious that it interferes with his mission. n » n HE'S EXPLODING the World War II, theory that any pilot over 25 has “had it.” Now the experts are willing to admit

that it varies with the individual and that the average individual can continue to be a good pilot well after his 25th birthday. * If our typical, grownup fly-boy--and you'll have a fight on your hands if you call him that to his face -— stayed in after World War 11, he's already dedicated himself to the Air Force and knows pretty well what he wants, If he's An Air National Guard or reserve pilot who has been

called back to active duty, shane see nk pland™ do shag

generals who have nevertheless kept their mouths shut since. The faith of the admirals in

Mr. Vinson was revived recently C

in until retirement if thev'll let him, ” ~ ” YOU SEE plenty of the eager, beardless bird-boy= around with a high polish still on their wings. Given half a chance, they'd revive the college-song fest in the “0” club, But it's not really their Air Force yet. Too many of the members have to leave early because the sitter can't stay after midnight. There are those among the

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of the girls are married to men

THE SKIPPER—Head of the WAC detachment at the school is Lt. Dolores Sprattley. She has more than 100 girls in her unit, all skilled specialists.

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Georgian Has Political Suavity

when he sponsored helped through both houses ithe new $2 billion Navy ship building act. Their flush deck carrier was back on the ways. Mr. Vinson hails from a cotton and farming town, Milledgeville, of 7000 population. He owns a big plantation there. He has looked after his home ares in a material way. Macon, biggest town in the district, has done well in the way of a naval storage depot, an air field, and an Army ordnance plant.

8 ” ~ * BUT A COUPLE of month ago, when Mr. Vinson learned that some civilians were speculating in land the Air Force wanted near Washington, a phone call to the Pentagon stopped the deal cold. Mr. Vinson's friends doubt whether he owns evening dress clothes. He never goes to cocktail parties. Even when Gov. Herman Talmadge of Georgia came here last fall and threw a big dinner for Sen. Russell and Mr. Vinson, Uncle Carl failed to show up. He has no hobbies except his work and reading, and trying to keep up with his farm managers. His wife died last fall. They had no children. For years she had been an invalid and when his day's work on Capitol Hill was done Mr. Vinson would ge home to her bedside. He continues to go home when the day iz done. opyright, 1951, for The Indianapolis Times

U.S. Air Force Tames The Wild Blue Yonder

reluctantly mature fly-boys who speak wistfully of the old, carefree days. Most of them are the fliers who have recently been called back to active duty, who thought they'd pick up the life back at the same party where they left it. But the old wild blue yonder days are gone. And the brass— all grown too -—-are glad that thoSe days are over. They say the present set-up makes a better Air Force.

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