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Thames, Delephionie number Mr. Sovola Kingston 5410. It given to me by Mrs. Freda Sears, 3610 N. Graceland, Ave. just before I left Indianapolis, Mrs. Sears urged me to see “Mom Foie’ when I arrived in London. f lovely first Sunday in London, still shaky ‘from the arrival and a restless sleep, I frankly didn’t know which way to turn. What to do and how was an overwhelming question. Would I dare telephone? 1 dared, MAN answered the phone. No sooner was name out of my mouth than I knew the friends. Mr. Moon had heard from daughter by hir mail. What were my plans e day? Could I come out for a visit? Could be of any help? Then Mrs. Moon spoke. I said. J would visit if I had to walk. They gave me directions how to get to Kingston, outside of London, by bus. Mr. Moon would meet me at the station. That was the beginning of a wonderful day. The bus ride was full of apprehension. Britishers were out in force to take advantage of the weather. All seemed to know where they were going. They packed the busses. Many were on bicycles. Families of four and five were packed in motorcycle-sidecar contraptions. I didn’t have the slightest idea where the bus was going. I hoped Kingston. It was hard to conceive that all the beauty we travelled through was brutally bombed a few years ago. Only occasionally did you see the marks of the enemy. A bare side of a building or an empty corner was incongruous with the rest of the landscape, with the people who laughed and chatted, with the youngsters who played along the walks,

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It Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson

PARIS, June 16—Ingrid Bergman and I had a gay chat about her private life on the Paris-to-Rome telephone this week. Actually, she was at a seaside, the name of which I didn’t want her to spell out at these prices. “I guess you're ealling me about having a baby,” she sald with a rich gg iii laugh, AT “Well, I am not, but I guess you won't believe it,” she said, laughing again, “at least not that I know of.” “How's Robertino?” “Fine, we're all fine. He's taking his first bath in the ocean today. “He now weighs 12 kilos. I think that's about 20 pounds. You can ask your -Beautiful Wife how much a kilo is.” “And Roberto?” “Fine, He's splashing around in the water with the baby now.” Ingrid and Roberto left Paris two weeks ago after abandoning plans to make a picture called “Europe 1851” in Paris. They will try to make it In Italy in the fall. ‘ “There are reports you are eying Hollywood again anxiously,” I said. Ingrid “No. No. Not yet. Not that I &m against

‘Hollywood, but I've been there so long. I want

to work in Europe. It's more fun.” “Why?” “Your friends come to see you and you have America in Europe. But in America you don’t have Europe.” “Won't your daughter Pia be coming over soon?” . “I hope 80, but I'm not sure,” she said with what I'm going to call a wistful voice because that’s what you always call it when a mother is answering a gusstion about her daughter. ¢ . & °° ACTUALLY, WITH the Paris rain beating down on my window and the maid busting into the room saying “Excoosay mwah,” I couldnt swear it was wistful. Her ex-husband, Dr. Lindstrom, had planned to bring their daughter, whom Ingrid hadn’t seen for two years, to Europe this summer, but right now there seems to be no definite date or plan set. “By the way, what are you wearing now?” I asked. “Slacks. I look just like I looked in America.” Now I asked her the tough question—the one about published reports of difficulties with Roberto.

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, June 16—I am not a fellow to knock the new miracle treatments for everything, since it is ungradious to criticize the

;. media which keeps you from being currently

dead, but I wonder what will eventually happen to the art of diagnosis, There is a growing tendency, today, among some sawbones— not mine, because I ain't paid the bill yet—but some of the boys don’t fret too much about what ails you if you have a fever, It could be anything from leprosy to laryngitis, and the medical response is real simple, “Chickenpox?” one doc will

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Outside Indianapolis

departmen y " I saw the old American Red Cross Club where his wife worked and where she grew to love We Simericnn soldier, e saw the Kingston Parish Church, Hampton Court Palace where once Henry VIII cavorted. The grounds wete teeming with visitors. Mr. Moon said I was seeing how the average Britisher spends a Sunday afternoon. : Picnic lunches consisted of thin sandwiches or buns, more often plain than buttered, maybe a little cheese, water for the grownups and milk for the ‘youngsters. It's a shame Britishers can't eat the castles with their priceless treasures. We saw the wartime headquarters of SHAEF (Supreme Headquarters American Expeditionary Force) in Bushey Park. American troops again are arriving. * &

IN THE apartment facing the park, Mrs. Moon equalled her husband's welcome. She gave me a glass of cold milk and talked of American soldiers of War II. For many their apartment was a second home, « Over and over she repeated, “They were such lovely boys.” Tears came to her eyes when she recalled a particular lad who lives in her memory today. They insisted on supper and wouldn’t hear about rationing. Mr. Moon sald, “We share what we have and worry about it the next day.” 1 ate a delicious meal of tuna salad, sardines, mixed greens. There was plenty of bread and I never took enough butter to suit them. It was difficult to begin eating. And I would have been insulting had I not eaten.

« Mr. and Mrs. Moon get less than a pound of meat a week, 2 ounces of tea a week per person, and also, per week, 4 ounces of butter, 2 ounces of cooking fat, 1%, ounces of cheese, 3 ounces of bacon, an egg a week or a month. You don't count on eggs. When time is short, it’s possible to experience all the emotions which, under ordinary ecircumsstances, requires years. It was difficult to say goodby. I'll remember that address in Kingston. Everytime I see food wasted, hear people grumble because they have eaten too much roast beef au jus, filet mignon, T-bone, I'll remember. I hope memory doesn’t fafl me. I seem to recall sa the same thing after the depression in the 30s.

‘No New Baby—And No Divorce’ — Ingrid

“No,” she answered with another laugh. “We're very happy so there's no news for you. No baby and no divorce. No news is good news. “I had to laugh,” she sald, “Somebody sent me a clipping from America that said in April I was going to have a baby in February.” “That was wonderful,” she said. “Nobody had counted it up. Whoever knew I was going to have a baby knew it 10 months ahead. Sometimes the reporters find out things about me pretty far in advance.” “Goodbye now,” I said, because I didn’t have any answer to that one. Ph fh TE THE MIDNIGHT EARL INN. Y.... Tech will be next to come out against the TV curb on football , . . Rodgers and stein’s next mutual effort will co-star Mary Martin and Ray Bolger . . . Horace Dodge's lawyer joined a growing list of skeptics who doubt Gregg Sherwood and Dodge will wed . . Ex-Sec. of State Jimmy Byrnes, now Gov. of 8. Carolina, may be called to testify im the MacArthur investigations . . . The 1st half of Milton Berle’s TV time goes to “Meet the Press’ for sponsor Sat. Eve. Post, making it now a twice weekly TV occurence . .. ¢ © o B'WAY BULLETINS: Atlantic City’s cracking down on gambling again. . . . Former Copa disc jockey Lou Quinn’s doing a show from Al Nemets’ restaurant in Chicago. . . . Today's Daily Double: Pfc. John Griffin and Jill Squire. . . . Pat Smart's pals insist she'll divorce wealthy realtor Spencer Martin during the summer. . . . Hapsburg House opens its $10,000 garden Sat. A restaurant chain is purging its N. Y. branches of swishes. . . . Franchot Tone’s setting up his own TV and movie producing outfit. . . . Jack Eigen arranged for a baby sitter for Mrs. Danny Kaye so she could go out and appear on his initial (and successful) WMGM airer from Hutton’s. . . . Milton Berle’s daughter Vicki appears on Eddie Cantor's Colgate show Sunday. « +» « Luba Malina opsmmg at he Copa. TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: Kirby Stone saw an unusual couple the other night—a playboy out with a girl old snongh to be Hs wife. . * WISH I'D SAID THAT: “A ‘car laundry’ has opened up just around the corner—wonder if they come back with the starter buttons missing."— London Opinion. ® & EARL’S PEARLS: Robert Q. Lewis says the modern girl's hat may look like a mop but that doesn’t bother her because she’s never seen one. Lisa Kirk knows a real man about town-—he’s pals with all the worst people in the best places. « « » That's Earl, brother.

Doctors, Patients Abusing New Drugs

a serious {liness calls for its violent directive impact. The human body is such an odd mechanism that it stores up resistance to any repeated foreign substance. That is how our first serums were evolved: You took the disease itself and made it work for you by inoculation, so that in time a small dose of the overtrained-and overcultured enemy would fight itself if rejected in the body. The principle of the miracle drugs, largely, is that you grow organisms to eat up other organisms, dog-fight-dog, germ-consume-germ. This battle happens inside the body. It is possible that the body can get awful used to the combat, and so the effect is not so marked after a while, Personally, I would rather fight off a common cold single-handed ‘and hold the Sunday punch for pneumonia. + ° *

ANOTHER DANGER of the too-often administered cure-all is that it can obscure symptoms, Like a man who drinks a lot. He feels so low most of the time that he doesn’t know whether he's sick for real or just sweating out the pangs of tomorrow, He might ignore a starting symtom of Eurasian goola-goola under the mistaken impression that he got hold of some bad ice last night, You can obscure symptoms with a hasty jab in the hip. You begin to rely on the syringe or the pill. You turn toward the cure-all like a bum to a rich relative, without considering what made you 8 bum in the first place. You neglect some of the more basic precepts of health, such as sleeping and eating, with a false idea that whatever's wrong can be rectifled with a slight pin prick in the fundament. This is a minor complaint, especially if it saves your life, but in some people the remedy seems more drastic than the ill. I cite a recent case of sulfa sensitivity that made me long for the relative peace and quiet of a slight case of

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By PHIL BERK HE EXPLORING bles are off again. Dr. and Mrs. T. B. Noble Jr—“Tom and Vi”"— are eagerly looking forward to

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canyons and deserts of the Southwest. With duffle bags crammed full of the minimum necessities, cameras and ample film supplies, tape recorders, and a feeling of exhilaration, they journey out to Arizona, New Mexico or Utah to reffew acquaintance with America, There, amid the plains and pueblos, they have found an outlet for pent-up energies ahd a release from the routine of their Indianapolis home. At the same time, they have established reputations as expert photographers, amateur archeologists and anthropoligists, and 4 professional good listeners.”

WORKING in close co-opera-tion with the National Park Service, the Nobles have increasingly higher regard for the nonpolitical guardians of United States parks and monuments.’ The Indianapolis couple's immediate reaction to archaeologic discoveries is to notify the nearest Park Service headquarters. Then the government men proceed with excavation and preservation of the relics of early American cultures. The Nobles’ second—and perhaps more important. action locally—-is in making a permanont record—-in pictures and on

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DANCERS OF YEIB'CHI—These wooden figurines of Navajo participants in

SOCIAL SECURITY—Only approach to easily defended finger-and-toe trail up sheer

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ceremonies were carved for Dr. and Mrs. T. B. Noble Jr., by a septuagenarian Indian friend,

THREATENING ROCK-—The rock [right] 1owered over Pueblo Bonito in Chaco Canyon, N. M., wheres early inhabitants believed their civilization would disa around 1300 A. D.—the rock fell only a few years. ago.

tape—of their findings. When they return from their few weeks’ vacations, the energetic couple edits, splices and rearranges the photographs and recordings into background material for informal talks which they give in the Indianapolis area. - 8 ” THE NOBLES seek no recompense for their work. To them “archaeologic reconnaissance” is a hobby—their knowledge of the scientific value of their reporting and recording provides sufficient satisfaction. There is one slight restriction, however, on their speaking activities—Dr. Noble is a surgeon, and his patients come first, Their adventures began some years ago—when Tom had

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surgeon and Vi was a nurse— and their vacation trips since have expanded their mutual interests. Fed up with work, yet uninterested in anything so sedentary 4s a fishing trip, Tom planned his first “archaeologic reconnaissance” about 35 years

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ABOUT 14 years ago, Vi began accompanying him on the excursions. He specializes in landscapes and archaeology while she shoots and tints photographs of the tribesmen. “The Navajo woman's place in the family life is indicated,” Dr. Noble's eyes twinkled, “by the name they gave Vi-all Indian wives being called “TheWoman = Who ~ Follow « Him .Around, they called V1 “TheWoman Who « Follows « Him

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Around ~« With - That - Thing-That-Makes-Pictures.’ ” And good pictures she makes, too. Many have hung in salons; many still hang on hogan walls, cherished by the Navajos who posed for them. Vi's tinting process, unique for that type of photography, has brought acclaim in the world of camera art. A wing of the Southwest Museum in Los Angeles—one of the most important anthropologic museums in the Southwest —was turned over to Vi for a showing of B50 of her favorite Navajo portraits,

” ” ” “THE PEQPLE,” as the Navajos called themselves, had lived in virtyal peace for many centuries bef the advent of the Spanish Cohquistadors in 1540. An agricuitural people, they ‘raised their crops and turkeys at the foot of towering cliffs, keeping the harvested grain in clay bins beside their simple homes, Only when warned of the approach of their nomadic neighbors did these early Americans pack up a few belongings and retreat up the tortuous toe-and-finger trails to their mountain fortresses. : Surplus food and drink were left on the plain for the intruders who, having satisfied their appetites, usually left without trying a suicidal storming of the cliff dwellers’ ramparts, Thus was the earliest form of social security begun in America, pre-dating the present era by ‘some four centuries. ; ® 8 8 wl INTRIGUED by the possibilitien of visiting the homes of ¥

these early democrats, Dr. Noble packed his cameras and other equipment one warm sum-

mer day about 35 years ago and set out for the canyons of the Southwest. «From his home, Pennsylvania St., to Canyon De Chelly National Monument in northeast Arizona is, geographically, only a thousand miles or so. But the entrance into Navajo land dispels barriers of time and space, harking back to the days before the Spanish invasion. The spirit they found among the Navajo is one of optimism. “The only melancholia,” according to Dr. Noble, “seems to be among the Navajos educated in white schools, who cannot readjust to the traditional life when they return home.” There is no Satan in Navajo philosophy-—no devils until the arrival of Coronado and his Spaniards searching for the mythical “seven cities.”

WITH THE WHITE MAN

came disease, hardship and distress. Game—antelope, elk and buffalo--which had provided the first Americans with ample meat supplies began to disap-

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WHITE MAN COMETH—Bleached bones of 300 remain in Massacre Cave, Canyon Del Muerto, in mute of 18th Century Spaniards’ "cultural" lessons. :

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The Spaniard’s God of and anger was a novelty Indian.” For with all the

for their misfortunes. “They believe that all stems from a broken | either by the stricken pers by a close relative.”