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Inside Indiana By Ed Sovola

BETTER take soap to England. Don’t be a dope and pack a lot of soap. You ‘can buy all you want any of those countries. Once you see Paris you won't want to leave or go anywhere else. . & Go to Paris just to say you've been there. “It's a horrible place. That's just a sample of what people have been telling me since I've spread the word around that a trip to Europe was in the offing. Understand, I appreciate advice. I-asked for advice. And it poured in, Now the problem is to sort out what is right and what isn't.

: a ee A WELL-MEANING person comes and says to watch your purse and credentials in Italy. He recommends traveling with one hand on the purse

and the other on the luggage. You're surprised .to hear that. 5

Another travel helper tells you the Italians are the. most wonderful people in FKurope. Italy is

the most romantic, exciting, beautiful gountry in.

the world. Thieves? Whoever told-you that, son,

«is all wet. I've been:over ‘there three times, I -

know’ what I'm falking about, on Italy? . oe It isn’t long before you get the “real” lowdown on where to go. Forget Italy. Don't bother with England. Go to France and Switzerland and you'll “know you've been someplace, bub. Oooh, la, la. Maybe so. ’ : Hey, you're going to Europe, ain’tcha? Take it from me, see all of England, Ireland and Scot-

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ADVICE AND WISHES—"Mr. (Inside) Outside” asked for comments and got them about Europe.

It Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, May 19—My Beautiful Wife recently gave me a surprise party . . . I intend to describe to you the success of this surprise party in all its enormity.

First, though, I'm amazed that—in this era of sophistication—such a great American Folly as the surprise party still flourishes after 100 years or =o. I have looked up “surprise party” in “A Dictionary of Americanisms.” It was a familiar term in 1859.

And so in 1951, i.e. 92 years later, my B. W.. whose name is Rosemary, thought up“some clever invitations to a birthday surprise party for me.

known a surprise party yet to be a legitimate surprise. The B. W. struggled, wangling addresses out of my secret address book, smuggling the invitations to the post office. One .address—that of Comedian Jackie Gleason —eluded her, Finally she mailed his to Toots Shor's where he practically lives.

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ONE NOONTIME when I was there, Jackie Gleason waddled in and was handed some mail. He tore quickly. “Look at this!” he practically roared. “Now I'm gettin’ mail from that poor soul, Rosemary Williams, the showgirl. What does the broad want from me? Money?” I looked at the card. Only instead of ‘“Rosemary Williams” I saw a more familiar name: “Rosemary Wilson.” The B. W.! My eyes went up to the top of the card. “Sssh,” it began, “can you*keep a secret from Earl?” I said to Gleanson, “Thank you, Jackie. You have just shown me an invitation to a birthday surprise party for me.” . “WHAT!” thundered The Great Gleason, collapsing with shame. For three or four days I was big with secret. Finally, when Johnny Meyer came up to me

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Paulette Stewart may do summer stock

If it works out, they'll present Sartre's “No Exit.” with a cast of three, They'd start rehears-

——~—She had great optimism for I have never yng Monday and leave in three

Palace home of vaudeville,

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Ed's a Bit Confused, But Thanks, Anyway

land and come home. When you see the British Isles you've seen all that's worth seeing. “ SD TAKE NYLON shirts and socks so you can do your own washing. If you send anything to the laundry in Europe you either won't get it back at all or half of your things will be missing. Make duplicate slips if you must send something out. Gad, that doesn’t sound too good. You won't like nylon. Too hot. Doesn't look neat, Take at least 12 white shirts. Laundries? Why you can get good service at any first class hotel. It's no different than In the States. Don’t look like a bum over there, whatever you do. ‘Are you sure? “IT IS not as easy to get around over there as here.” “They have trains’ and subways in England and Europe thit“are as good if not better than ours. It all depends how you want to travel.” ~ This whole business has me a bit confused. Who is right? Everyone is trying to be helpful but. why doesn't the information jibe? : One man told me.to take all the information that igseffered, sort it and pick out what in my Judgment was best. smarten up about European travel was to do some of it yourself, 5 =~ ons

THERE 1S one thing I can’t go wrong on. That's the “bon voyage’. that his hit my desk. Lucille H. Myers, 107 W, 30th St: “Accept my sincere congratulations on your writing assignment in Europe.” Peter Michaeloff, 6337 Evanston Ave.: “Bon voyage, good luck, good reporting. Will be looking forward to your series.” Thanks, Pete. Mrs. Val Mikesell, 322 N. Broadway, Greenfield: “I have- just read that you are going to Europe. Sooo-—my husband and two sons as well as myself wish you a wonderful trip and may God keep you and bless you as you write with a common touch ‘earthy’ ‘people can understand.” / Mr. and Mrs. C. G. Moore, 440 Bell St.: “We think it's grand that you are going to Europe and looking forward to reading about your experiences. We never miss your column. Take care of yourself and don't take any wooden nickels.” May P. Helm, 3740 N. Pennsylvania St., sent a warm message. Also she put her age, 79, back of her name. “Bon voyage! I enjoy what I read in your column. Bad eyes prevent much reading. What a thrill to see Europe: while young. - But it's better to have seen some. than none, n’est-ce-pas? Best wishes for a fine trip and safe return.” . Gracias, Madame Helm, vous est bon. Und gracias tout all.

Plans for Surprise Party Fizzle Out

“To me you are the John Dillinger of the theater!” . . . Some banks are selling flop movies they backed to TV and making money. ... Willie Donohue and Rosemary Reachi, ex-GF of John Ringling North, were a Colony combine. . . . Sid Caesar and Imogene Coca play the Chicago Theater after TV. : oo oo oe THE MIDNIGHT EARL... Goddard and Paul

in Israel. It's Paulette’s idea.

weeks. GOOD RUMOR MAN: B'way this summer may have as few as 15 shows, a new low: . .. A little screen star fears being dragged into a divorce mess ... Fred Allen's likely to leave real soon to do a . Zanuck movie The Ann Dedon closes next week. as we predicted. . . . Subject to change, they say that Doris Duke and Rubirosa, now believed in

Honolulu, won't remarry; just having fun. . . . it open carelessly and scanned it Musical comedy dancer Bill Callahan weds Eleanor Rao of Crestwood June 9. Her family'd like him to quit dancing for an electrical construction biz, . Kelly's.

. . Ann Dedon is the singing star at Jimmy

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WISH I'D SAID THAT: “Rita Hayworth's

marriage is on the rocks—diamonds, rubies, emeralds.”’—Arnie Rosen. *

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TODAY'S SAD COMMENTARY: Employment conditions in some parts of the movie business are so shaky that people phoning friends at studios don't say “Hello” but use the English version: “Are you there?” Bo

B'WAY BULLETINS: Rudolph Halley has a

at another party and sdid, “What time is that $3000-a-week offer to go on the air, . . . Danny party of yours ?'—and the B. W. started -wig-wag- Dayton, Dagmar's love; left for a Hollywood film ging warning signs to him—I broke down, and job just as Dag moved into a penthouse. . .. The

said: “Don’t mind, honey, I found out ...” That's how I could greet guests as they arrived, and shout “Surprise!” to them. It did occur to me to go out of town that day and surprise the guests by not being there. But then I'd have missed a party! That I think, is the answer to the survival of “surprise parties.” Nobody cares whether there's a surprise , . . as long as there's a party.

4S 4 ALL OVER: B. 8, Pully, who plays a mob guy

in “Guys and Dolls,” wanted to flatter Barry what the: boys have on a windy corner.

Duke and Duchess attend Celeste Holm’s Ia Vie En Rose opening. . . . Coleman took Carolyn Price to dinner, then took. her home as she was sleepy. later he was there when she came in with Ed Groper.

Young razor: heir Jack

At El Morocco

: “oo HN EARL'S PEARLS ... Vaughn Monroe says TV has show business so confused, some producer’s don't know whose throat to cut. “Na

SUPERVISION, according to Garry Moore, is

Gray on his first anniv. at Chandler's so he sald, Ehat's Earl, brother.

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, May 19—In a recent drive from here to Miami, a sneaking suspicion I have nourished for years came to full fruit. Science

purposefully spoiled in the kitchen. to be some sort of deep-laid, carefully-scheduled

Roadside Eateries Have Gone to Dogs

WHAT basically puzzled me is why food is It has got

now has another truism to add to the hard fact plot against the digestions of the traveling bour-

that two parts of hydrogen exposed to one Slug geoisie. The Ruark law, as it burger out of the freezer, and it comes to the customer, after subjection to the stove, a deep shade of gray and curled at thé edges.

of oxygen makes water, will someday be called, says that if there is a neon light out front, a mess of chromium inside, and an easily evident juke box, what you get to eat would poison an ostrich, I am old enough to remember that roadside eating used to be fun. You cold tramp the brakes in front of almost any hostel that had screens to keep the flies out and generally manage

They will take a perfectly good horse-

The hot dog today appears susceptible to some

sort of spinal affliction which causes it to bend’ like a bow and is constructed of pure rubber, Synthetic rubber, to judg2 from the taste. -»

a ob ANY FRIED potato which eannot he tied in

to survive what they served you. There are, after a diamond-hitch is cast to the dogs. From Maine

all, only so many ways to ruin a steak, and a

spitting grease, potatoes, either, unless you go out of your way to wreck ‘em. “ oo &

IT 18S HARD to hypothicate just why loud, impressive neon signs invariably spoil the broth,

to Florida the potato’s natural complexion is no hot dog is generally amenable to a skillet of longer brown. : There is no real trick to fried when you throw them on the floor.

It is green. And they bounce

There is no law which says that a roll or

piece of bread must be kept in the refrigerator "and served stark and chilled, but: there is a general suspicion that heating a biscuit is punishable by fine and imprisonment.

This is parcel to

but a scientific approach would indicate that the the fact that butter is always served in a hot cooks are overcome with the magnificence of their plate, to facilitate its speedy-melting. <> @

surroundings, and finally decide that what they are paid to produce is of no importance. It could be, too, that their culinary brains have been

<> I HAVE OBSERVED, too, that the waitresses

in neon-lit, chromiumed establishments invariably

battered out by constant repetitions of hillbilly wear bobby sox and spend most of their time

renditions of songs with the word Tennessee in giggling in corners with the cook. In a spirit of purest pique I might add have some direct effect on the quality of the

them.

This may

that #f IT ever achieve a haven called Mockingbird kitchen.

Hill T will be armed with a 12-gauge shotgun, for-

Whatever the contributing causes, it is safe

purposes concerning only me and the mocking- to say that the art of feeding the transtent, once

birds. :

a prideful thing, has nearly vanished. There are

However, I should not like this to become a exceptions, of course, but you have to know the

manifestation of personal spite against a democracy which produces juke boxes. Their evil influence in the land is less the fault of the shiny

local sheriff td find the places, where the natives eat. 3

People may think it odd if I carry a can of

musical regurgitators than of the morons who sterno In my bindle from now on, but you are permit them to exist. In a free state we do not looking at a self-prepared mulligan man. It | shoot hillybllly musicians, although I must con- i= not fancy fare, but at least it does not combine |

fess I wonder why we do not.

ptomaine with “The Tennessee Waltz.”

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THE weeks passed. We

“==-ACROSS

CHAPTER EIGHT

‘The Indianap

saw no sign either of a ship

or of drifting remains to show that there were other

-| people in the world. . The whole sea was ours, and, with

He said the only way to |

| patching

—the—sun—and find out how

all the gates of the horizon

open, real peace and freedom

were wafted down from the firmament itself.

It was as though the fresh salt tang in the air, and

all the blue purity that surrounded us, . had washed

( ‘and cleansed both body and

soul. To us on the raft the | great problems of civilized man appeared false and illusory— like perverted products of the human mind. Only the ele- { ments mattered. And the elements seemed to | ignore the little raft. Or perhaps they accepted it as a | natural object, which did not | break the harmony of the sea but adapted itself to current and sea like bird and fish. Instead of being a fearsome

enemy, flinging itself at us, the,

elements had become a reliable friend which steadily and surely helped us onward. While wind and waves pushed and propelled, the ocean current lay under us and pulled, straight i toward our goal. If a boat Mad cruised our way on any average day out at sea, it would have found us bobbing | quietly up and down over a long rolling swell covered with little | white-crested waves, while the trade wind held the orange sail bent steadily toward Polynesia. n » n THOSE ON board would have seen, at the stern of the raft, a brown bearded man with no clothes on, either struggling desperately with a long steering oar while he hauled on a tangled rope, or, in calm weather, | Just sitting on a box dozing in | the hot sun and Keeping a | leisurely hold on the steering oar with his toes. { If this man happened not to | be Bengt, the latter would have | been found lying on his stomach in the cabin door with one of his 73 sociological hooks. Bengt | had further been appointed | steward and was responsible for | fixing the daily rations. Herman might have been found anywhere at any time of | the day—at the masthead with

meteorological. instruments, un-__

derneath- thé raft with diving | goggles on checking a centerboard, or in tow in the rubber dinghy, busy with balloons and curious measuring apparatus. He was our technical chief and responsible for meteorological and hydrographical observations. Knut and Torstein were always doing something with their wet dry batteries, soldering irons, and circuits. All their wartime training was required to keep the little radio station going in spray and dew a foot above the surface of the water.

= n n EVERY NIGHT they took turns sending our reports and weather: observations out into the ether, where they were picked up by chance radio amateurs who passed the reports on to the Meterological Institute in Washington and other destinations. Erik was usually sitting sails and splicing ropes, or carving in wood and drawing sketches of bearded men and odd fish. And at noon every day he took the sextant and mounted a’ box to look at far we had moved since the day before. I myself had enough to do with the logbook and reports

| and the collecting of plankton,

Legal Svicide—

Question Of Week: Is Jaywalking Illegal

City Officials Not Quite Sure By TOM HICKS INDIANAPOLIS’ question of the week: Do we have an anti-jaywalking ordinance? And if we do have one, is it any good? That's the question the Board of Safety and the city's legal department are trying to straighten out, J. L, Keach, president of the board, says he thinks there is

an ordinance. He wants to enforce it. The legal department

| wants to enforce it.

They just can't find it. If and when the legal depart-

| ment finds the ordinance Mr.

Keach speaks of, they then have

| to figure out if it can be used.

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| ordinances.

One legal authority says he “thinks he remembers” one some years ago. He also thinks it was invalidated when a.loattorney brought a test case, ” ” " SO THE SEARCH continues while Ft. Wayne, Whiting and Peru get National Safety Council awards for good traffic

Who's fault is it that Indian-

apolis had the worst record in | the country last year for cities

of its size? Who's to blame for this tragedy? Sure, all 400,000 of us are in one sense, It's our city. Some persons like. to single out the driver, the cop or the judge. . How about the pedestrian?

a. 80 =u HE'S JOE CITIZEN who

' walks across the street in the

fishing and filming. Every man had his sphere of responsibility, and no one interfered with the others’ work. All difficult jobs like steering watch and cooking were divided equally. Every man had two hours .each day and two hours each night at the steering oar. And duty as

cook was in accordance with a '

daily roster. There were few laws and regulations on board, except that the night watch must have rope around his waist, that the lifesaving rope had its regular place, that all meals wefe consumed outside the cabin wall, and that the “right place” was only ‘at the farthest end of the logs astern, n n ~ AN ORDINARY day on board the Kon-Tiki began with the last night watch shaking some life into the cook, who crawled out sleepily on to the dewy deck in the morning sun and began to gather flying fish. Instead of eating the fish raw, according to both Polynesian and Peruvian recipes, we fried them over a stall primus stove at the bottom of a box which stood lashed fast to the deck outside the cabin door. There was not a day on our whole voyage on which fish were not swimming around the raft and could not easily be caught. Scarcely a day passed without fish coming on board of their own accord. It even happened that large bonitos, delicious eating, swam on board with the masses of water that came from astern and lay kicking on the raft when the water had vanished down between the logs as a sieve. To starve to death was impossible.

The old natives knew well the device which many shipwrecked men hit upon during the war — chewing thirst-quenching moisture out of a raw fish. One can

twisting pieces, of fish in a cloth, or, if the fish is ldrge, it is a fairly simple matter to cut holes in its side, which soon become filled with ooze from the fish's lympatic glands. It does not taste so ‘good if one has anything better to drink, but the percentage of salt is so low that one's thirst is quenched. » ” ”

THE necessity for drinking water was greatly reduced if we bathed regularly and lay down wet in the shady cabin. If a shark was patrolling majestically round about us and preventing a real plunge from the side of the raft, one had only to lie down on the logs aft and get a good grip of the ropes with one’s fingers and toes. Then we got several bathfuls of crystal-clear Pacific pouring over us every few seconds. When tormented by thirst in a hot climate, one generally assumes that the body needs water, and this may often lead to immoderate inroads in the water ration without any benefit whatever. On really hot days in the tropics you can pour tepid—water-down your throat till you taste it at the back of your mouth, and you are just as thirsty. It is not liquid the body needs then, but, curiously enough, salt.

middle of the block and against the light at the intersection. He's the “jaywalker on his way across the street to talk to his ' neighbor about politics. She's the downtown secretary on her way to lunch and in too much of a hurry to wait for the light. These persons don't have cloaks and daggers, but they're just as deadly. ‘The sad part of the story is that they're deadly to themselves. They're committing legal suicide, n ou n THERE IS no working antiJaywalking ordinance in Indianapolis, The city has been ‘‘contemplating’ one for years,

0 1945 1946 1947 1948 1949 1950 195| (THaousH May 19) WALKERS BEWARE—Chart shows Indianapolis traffic fatalities by years, with shaded portion of each column indicating number of pedestrians. killed.

also. press the. juices out-by.

“dents in Indianapolis.

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SUNDAY, MAY 20, 1951

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Kon-Tiki's deck during the night.

The special rations we had on board included salt tablets to be taken regularly on particularly hot days, because perspiration drains the body of salt. We experienced days like this when the wind had died away and the sun blazed down on the raft without . mercy. Our water ration could be ladled into us till it squelched in our stomachs, but our throats malignantly demanded much more.

” ” n ON SUCH days we added from 20 to 40 per cent of bitter, salt sea water to our freshwater ration and found, to our surprise, that this brackish water quenched our thirst. We had the taste of sea water in our mouths for a long time afterward but never felt unwell, and moreover we had our water ration considerably increased. Solitary petrels and other sea birds which can sleep on the sea we met thousands of sea miles from the nearest land. Sometimes, on quiet days far out on the blue sea, we

The cook's first duty each morning was to collect all the flying fish which had landed on the

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sailed close.to a white, floating bird's feather. If, on approach-

ing the little feather, we looked

at {t closely, we saw that there were two or three passengers on board it, sailing along at their ease before the wind. When the Kon-Tiki was about to pass, the passengers noticed that a vessel was coming which was faster and had more space, and so all came scuttling sideways at top speed over the surface and up on to the raft, leaving the feather to sail on alone. And so the Kon-Tiki soon be‘gan to swarm with stowaways. They were small pelagic crabs. As big as a fingernail, and now and then a good deal larger, they were tidbits for the Goliaths on board the raft, if we managed to catch them. The small crabs were the poplicemen of the sea's surface, and they were not slow to look after themselves when they saw anything eatable. If one day the cook failed to notice a flying fish in between the logs, next day it was covered with from eight to 10 small crabs, sitting on the fish and helping themselves . with their claws:

on u n MOST . OFTEN they were frightened and scurried away to hide when we came in view, but aft, in a little hole by the steering ' block, lived a crab

Various traffic © authorities have proposed such a “club” to keep the pedestrian from killing himself. “We've just never got around to it,” officials say. In the last six calendar years and the first four months of this year there have been 393 persons Killed in traffic acciOf those 393 persons, 227 of them have been pedestrians. Of the 227 pedestrians who died, 157 were “in violation.” The latter is what goes after the name of John Doe who is killed walking across the street in the middle of the block. It also goes after the name of a little “Babe Ruth” who chases his baseball into the street.

” n ~ THOSE 157 violators paid for their mistake. But there are 400,000 more potential violators ‘walking the streets. They're not hard to find. Stand at Meridian and

Washington and watch the pedestrians run across the street in the middle of the

block to catch a bus. Watch them walk against the light to save five or ten seconds at the bargain counter. “The pedestrian doesn't take the driver into consideration.” says Chief Rouls. “He ambles across the street with no heed to the driver and the traffic he's piling up. i “Yet he'll get into his ear, drive a block, and then get mad at a pedestrian doing the same thing he just got-through doing.” What. are other cities doing about their pedestrian suicides? Kokomo has an ordinance that prohibits “crossing a street in the downtown Ared at any

of the crew in the rubber dinghy.

which. was quite tame and which we named Johannes.

Like the parrot, who was everyone's amusing pet, the crab Johannes became one of our community on deck. If the man at the helm, sitting steering on a sunshiny day with his back to the cabin, had not Johannes for company, he felt utterly lonely out on the wide blue sea. While the other small crabs scurried furtively about and pilfered like cockroaches on an-ordinary boat, Johannes sat broad and round in his doorway with his eyes wide open, waiting for the change of watch. Every man who came on watch had a scrap of biscuit or

other than those marked ‘as a cross-walk."”

- » ” “SURE the people didn't like it for awhile,” says a former Kokomo citizen, “but they got used to it. When the drive started, we brought in about 175 a week for a few weeks and then people learned. “We don’t have a jaywalker any more,” he continues, “and we also don't have dead pedestrians.” ” - . “WE DO A LOT of griping about the driver and the

The Kon-Tiki under full sail at sea, as photographed by one

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a bit of fish for him, and we needed only to stoop down over the hole for him to come right : out on his doorstep and stretch out his hands.’ He took the : scraps right out of our fingers :

into the hole, where he sat : down in the doorway like a - schoolboy, cramming his food into his mouth.

TOMORROW — Whales and sharks, constant visitors to the raft, keep the days from grows — ing dull. But the most agree,able pet turns out to be the lively little pilot fish.

From the book. ‘‘Kon-Tiki—Across t Pacific on a Raft’ Publishers, R: na Heverdani \Distripated uy Te Rees yerdanl. 1 stribu and Tribune Syndicate.) y 8 se

speeder and the drunken operator,” says a policeman with 15 years experience on a ecorner, “but we don't say much about the pedestrian.” There are 157 tombstones from Crown Hill to Holy Cross . that didn't have to be there.

A lot of persons think Indianapolis needs an effective

But we have an answer to those people and to the 157 . ; tombstones: ; ¥- An “We just haven't got around ° to it yet.”