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Outside Indianapolis
By Ed Sovola La i
RAF STATION BASSINGBOURN, England — “Were .eady to go anywhere, any time, under any conditions.” 7
manding’ officer of the 96th Bomb Squadron, 2d Bomb Wing, say those words. If you had a slight curvature of the spine, Lt, Col, H. E. Stengele's ‘voice would straighten it. His squadron is the one . that packs the Bunday punch. x - Te His “big birds,” as they refer Cee TU 4 to the B-50Ds at Bassingbourn, . i
the atom bomb. After a few hours on the base and then you meet the Old Man, it's highly fitting that his type should shoulder such tremendous responsibility, He makes you feel he has an atom bomb in his fist. . I don't care where you wander or to whom you talk, from Pfe. Joseph Benitez, Vallejo, Cal, one of the rifle-carrying guards that maintain a 24-hour watch on the big birds, on up, there's confidence and respect and atmost trust in the CO. The fact that he’s tougher than nails, demands perfection, nothing less, is as rough as Hades on the goofoff, doesn’t alter the situation in the minds of the men. He's also there when a compliment is in order. He knows every onecylinder (Pfe.), two-cylinder (Cpl) and up airman in his command. The men feel that he does and I'm in no position to think otherwise.
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the Americans do the flying. The British have"
one two-seater training ship on the field and a skeleton staff of administrative personnel. I shot the breezj with 8./Sgt, Burney Dabbs of
tockingham, N.C. Burney is' a tail gunner, In ’
World War II he was a nose gunner on a B-24
Liberator. In 1947, after five years @f service, he :
left the Air Corps. Two years of civilian life was enough. In 1949 he enlisted again for good. °* The flying he does today is so vastly different, Burney sald it was impossible to begin telling what the differences are. Today he flies ®*much higher, much faster under. exacting conditions. His guns, for one thing, are operated electronically. He doesn’t do the Charleston when ha, fires on the B-50. In fact, he never handles the guns. He does it with a button. 1 wasn’t surprised to hear Burney say he was in the best outfit in the United States Air Force. He sald just to bein the 96th means you're special.
Africana By Robert C. Ruark
GRUMMETTI CAMP, Tanganyika, July 21— It is against the game laws of Africa to shoot anything but vermin, such as hyenas and wild dogs, from a car. Mostly the law says you must be 500 yards away from the vehicle when you fire, otherwise the killing of the fiercest animal is little less than slaughter, In the case of Bwana Simba, the lion, a car five feet away from you is no asylum from a determined charge, and since lions- are shot at an average range of about: 25 to 30 yards vou are close enough to Simba to -feel rather lonesome when that jeep is roaring off, leaving you and the lion on equal footing. Tt puts: a power of responsibility on your back and in your shooting eye. My guy, Harry Selby, claims that the closer you are to a beast the better your chances of killing him outright, thus preventing the necessity of going against him in%the bush when he is hurt and mean and sure to come barreling out af*a rate of about 100 yards per seven seconds. Harry likes to get close enough to smell the critter’'s breath, to see what he ate for his last meal. I am shy, myself.
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I RECENTLY killed two lions in the first three days of actual hunting. Both, thank the Lord, were brain shots, and Brother Selby did not have to back me up, nor did we have to go plunging into the bush. Lion-killing is the easiest thing in the world if done right—and can be the toughest if any little cog slips. We slipped a cog on the second Simba, and it could have been very nasty. We have a Wa-lkoma tracker named Kibiriti who thinks like a lion and who can produce lions out of hats, but we didn’t need him on Simba I, whom we named Russell Nype in honor of hig crew-cut mane. This old boy was snoozing under a tree when we spotted him from the hunting car. He looked
It Happened Last Night
By Earl Wilson
NEW YORK, July 21—Fred Allen sets the record straight about those bags under his eyes in a footnote he wrote to Maurice Zolotow’s book, “No People Like Show People.” The “pouches are large enough to contain a good-sized kangaroo baby,” says Zolotow, Retorts Fred: “My bags aren't that big. My eyes look as though they are peeping over two dirty ping pong balls.”
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WE'D LIKE to forget the Jovce MathewsBilly Rose story, but with Joyce taking sedatives —to quiet a crying spell—we can't, Joyce's friends say she’s not going to Europe now; that she's definitely interested in continuing her career—maybe . by accepting Javrk Barry's offer to do three TV shows on his “Faith Baldwin Theater of Romance” pro-
of people were nice enough to say they r column Monday putting in a good word for J¢yvce. However, Joyce has detractors, too— t silly ‘whispered gossip is that it was all a pyblicity stunt. (Can't buy that one!) A shgprising remark- was made to us by one sophisticated lady. She said, “Ninety per cent of the husbanlls around Broadway have had women friends who weren't their wives.” It was surprising—that she only said 90 per cent.
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TOM EWELL tells at the Capitol of the won-
ders of a play-pen for the kiddies. “It's marvelous. I sit in the play-pen,” he says, “and those kids can’t get near me!” : A B'WAY COWBOY, according to Mimi Benzell, 18 a quick-onsthe-trigger guy; he shoots from the lp. , . > > D ED GARDNER—who signed a new NBC deal for another year of “Duffy's Tavern” radio from Puerto Rico—asked his wife whether she liked the mew house he built her outside San Juan. “To tell you the truth,” she said, “if I had it to do over, I'd like to have a little bigger broom closet.” Aiud SS 2 ’ CHICAGO'S supposed new racket boss, ‘Tony Accardo, has heen around town this waek, unrecognized while he went sight seeing (with his wife and 4 kids) to Coney Island, the Statue of Liberty, and, as the guys say, “all the places suckers ”»
What former world champion fighter who hangs around a 51st 8t. bar had 8 beauty parlor dye his hair? Is he oa: to ok younger so he can attempt a come : t
"Ho, "ho, ho!
He's an AA—but he drinks). -. iy. 9.5
‘way to become a member of a select crew
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Ready to Take the Bomb Anywhere and Any Time
You have to keep on being special or else you're out. And once you've tasted what you think is the
: best, you don't want to down a notch. ‘You ought to hear, gentle taxpayer, the com- yo * ig ;
*. 0» THE MOMENT finally came when I was walking into the Old Man's office. I expected to see an.-old man. Col. Stengele is a maa in his middle thirties and is put togetfier like a Notre Dame tackle. He gets to the point quickly. That's when a taxpayer sits back and hears music and feels no pain and says to himself: All these guys want is the best equipment possible ahd it would be a crime to give them less. Col, Stengele began by saying the hot-rod Charlie, the pilot with the 50-mission crush-hat, the flyboy. is gone, He defined a select crew: “Bw select crew. I mean that it is composed of specialists, the best in the business, the best that training can produce, We're ready to go anywhere, any time, under any conditions.”
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COL. STENGELE explained why it had to be |
80. He said the atom bomb is a priceless commodity produced by the best scientific minds in the
country. You can’t literally buy?’it. Just like you |
can’t literally buy freedom. And when you take off with the atom bomb you're playing for keeps.
There can’t be a margin of error. The bomb must
land on the nose. It follows that the men who are responsible for delivering the bomb must be at. the highest level of perfection and maintained. Training is continuous with select crews. What they know now wijl be kid stuff a year from. now. It is not enough to be a good radar‘man or an engineer or a bombardier, There are, thousands
of good Men, capable men in the Alr Force. But |
erely good men are not in the Strategic Air mand and members. of- select crews. Men in SAC are the top of the cream of the crop.
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COL. STENGELE said seven out of his 15 |
crews are select crews. The eight who are not are continually striving to make the grade, The only
produce a record that®is matchless.
“Phe only thing that counts here is quality.” |
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Col. Stengele almost whispered the standard he |
insists upon but the effect was as if his words £
came through a loud speaker which was turned up to full volume. One of the enlisted men said the 96th was lucky. to get a man like Col. Stengele. I sort of
feel I'm lucky, too. We're' all lucky, the whole |
bunch of us. ~
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Bags Two Lions In Three Days
as big as a horse, and did turn out to be a 10footer. His head seemed as big as a bale of hay. Selby, the old pro, reconnoitered and decided we would take him from such-and-such an angle. I took the scope off the 375, said a mild prayer, and prepared to die. bo WE REVVED up Jessica, the jeep, and passed the lion behind a clump of brush some 200 yards away. As the jeep, driven by Kidogo, one of the bearers, passed -the clump, Selby and I tumbled out of -the open door and began to crawl It seemed to me as if we crawled for a couple of vears. - Harry ‘finaly touched rhe on the shoulder. . “We're close enough,” he said. “Get up on one knee and pop him behind the ear. You've got to go for the head because the rest.ot him is in the grass.” I reared up and there was Russell Nype looking me smack in the eve ‘at 25 yards with the coldest yellow stare I ever saw on man or beast. He opened his mouth and the fangs were as big as railroad spikes, or so they seemed. His crewcut mane madé Him look meaner and less dignified than most lions I have met socially. The gun went off, possibly by its own volition, and Russell Nype flopped over like a big old dog, and IT had become Bwana Ruark, the slayer of Simba. ? » on ob THE FIRST BITE from the Winchester had taken off the top of his brain pan. It was only jater that I began to shake, and much later before I began to brag. It seems that in Russell Nype I had slain a sort of local scourge, a nastly old boy a couple years past his prime, who had taken to gobbling up the occasional cow and who had, on occasion, mauled some of the natives who objected. He was a huge beast, with paws as big as pumpkins, and claws like harrow-rakes. The mane wasn't much up top, but luxuriant below, and anyhow it was a lion. My first lion. And I wish to tell you now that there is nothing more insufferable than a man who has killed his first lion except possibly a man who has killed his second, two days later, which®ls what I did. -
Bags Under Eyes Gag Bring Quip By Allen
tured on Jack Barry's “Theater of Romance” TV show, she replied, “Next week”—showing how much better she's feeling. She goes back to her Tintalr commercials a week from Monday. Nick Kenny confesjed to Abe Attell that he dyes his locks, too . . . Dagmar denies the rumor she’s expecting A new shipping deal scandal (8 million buck$ worth)’ busts soon. oS HS GOOD RUMOR MAN: Didn't E. H. cuff B. R. pretty hard with her purse on that now famous Sunday p. m. when she rushed to his support? . .. The Sydney Blackmers reconciled. : Shapely Sherry Stevens whom Jack Eigen and this dept. have been plugging, goes into ’ “Top Banana." Sherry Stevens °“w. B'WAY BULLETINS: Jackie Gleason got $7500 for his special TV show the sther night (rawther good) ... When Dean Martin's ex read about Martin & Lewis getting about 875.000 a wk. and asked for an alimony hike, Dean answered, “It ain’t stéady.” =~ Qo dp ALL OVER: Al Capone's widow investing in the music business here . .. Kay Armen and mgr. Jackie Beekman soon announce the date ~.. The Jackie Miles named him Mark Lyle . . . Ann Jef. freys and Larry Brooks, once leads in “My Romance,” team up again in “Bittersweet” in L. A. and San Francisco. :
a rie EARL'S PEARLS: Robert Q. Lewis maintains that women are so nearsighted that if they squint they can just about see their glasses, > &
TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: “Communists are people. who try to help others when they can't help themselves-—except to your property.”’—Max Asnas. > & o GOULASH: Vivian Blaine, who became a star because she dieted off scads of pounds, is now trying to gain weight . .,. Pitcher George Spencer was called in to hurl for the Glants just after learning his wife had lost her baby ... Abe Attell predicts Rocky Marciano’ll he the next heavyweight champion . . . NY's full 6f GIs bound for the projected new bases near Casablanca.
~ £4 * » ’ WISH I'D SAID THAT: Lavan is the place where you can't remember what you came to forget."—Eimer Lerorsan, + r made their bedlam and are trying to lie out of it.
ROSALEE CHOATE.
don't squash us.
By OPAL CROCKETT EST BOSSES are timeconscious married men who give with their whereabouts. That's the word from a big
{| group of Indianapolis working
| resses,
girls including secretaries, wait-
clerks, factory em-
| ployees, and others.
| fussy
| women. | them. They're
| putting
4 One added: . tions and background of
They tives as
tagged women execu“generally petty and about unimportant details.”
“Married men are used to They aren't afraid of used to being bossed and told off when they get out of line,” say the career girls, “Late work
is usually from
' poor-planning bosses who give
us the run-around. not saving where they can be reached, us behind the eightball at quitting time,” they said. “Explicit instructhe
| day's job makes us interested
and speed our progress.” ” n on
“DON'T DICTATE with cigar .or pipe. Make with a pleasant speaking voice and tactful manner, We spend most of our time listening to you,” said the
| secretaries.
A pet complaint with the office girls was shopping "for the hoss’ wife,
One said she bought four hats before the wife was satisfied. Some said they didn't
| mind shopping if the boss threw
ih enough time for their own
shopping. "All in all, the girls want good-humored, human bosses
with a sense of-humor.
“A boss can win his em-
.. Be one of us, boss;
plovees’ respect without being a stuffed shirt,” said a secretary. Another added, “It's OK for a boss to be stuffy if he's always right but usually it's a cover
up, for who is always right?”
a \=» 2 TEMPER FLARE-UP from the boss was forgiven nagging condemned. Here's what they said “Let us slow up after a tough run of work.” ‘Take our advice sometimes, Show your confidence in us. Respect our judgment. Let us
use our initiative.”
‘We Always Lie to Strangers'—
Ships Sunk By Huge Flocks Of Pigeons
ANY of the wildest hunting stories in the Ozarks begin with an old-timer exaggerating the abundance
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of game in the early days.
It is not easy to tell just
where the truth leaves off and the exaggeration begins.
The old hunters all say that in the 1870's wild pigeons came to the Ozarks in flocks that acfually darkened the sky, almost like an eclipse of the sun. There were so many birds that they sounded like a cyclone a-coming. In Cipristian County Missouri, an old man told me that it was no use to fire into a flock of flving pigeons with a rifle. The single ball usually killed four or five birds, he
vast
| said, but the hunter came home empty-handed just the same.
| the crew took to
When I asked for further light, the fellow explained that the flocks were 80 compact that the dead birds couldn't fall, but were carried along with the others by sheer momentum.
The hillfolk believe that many ships lost at sea in the 1880's and 1890's were really destroyed by pigeons. The /story is that the pigeons tried to cross the ocean, but became exhausted. WHenever they saw a ship the weary birds alighted on it in such numbers that their weight actually sank the vessel. If the boats, the pigeons sank them, too. I heard an old® man at Fort Smith, Ark. describe such a shipwreck in a way to make one’s blood run cold. Several
| hours later it occurred to me
that the old man had never
| seen the sea or any hoat bigger
than an Arkangas river-packet. "8 ;
TALL TALES about bear hunting are legion in the Ozark country." A certain fleet-footed Arkansawyer, according to the fireside legends, always shot his bear Jus but not seriously cripple
Then he would run for home with the enraged animal in
win
such a way as to in-.
NOTE: This is the third of six articles in The Sunday Times on tall tales of the Ozarks, taken from Vance Randolph's new book, “We Always Lie to. Strangers.” Mr. Randolph, one of the nation's best-known collectors of
American folklore, has lived among the Ozark mountain people for 30 years: His anthology has just been published by the Columbia University Pressf > close pursuit. When he reached
the cabin, he would turn and shoot the bear dead. He figured it was easier than skinning and cutting up the critter _out in the woods somewhere, and then packing the meat and skin home on his back. This way, the old woman and the kids could do most of the work.
" ” » ONE OF THE most widely distributed hunting yarns concerns a man who met a panther on a narrow ledie, to which he had fled when pursued by a she-bear with cubs, . He couldn't go forward because of the panther, he couldn't turn back because of the bear. Resolutely he drew his knife, but the panther knocked it out of his hand. The great cat opened wide its mouth, when the intrepid hunter had ‘a "sudden inspiration. Springing forward, he reached down the varmint's throat, caught hold of the roqgt of its tail, and with one swift pull he turned the critter inside out. .: 3 Leaping over the body of the ruined panther, he left it lying there to distract the attention of the bear, which was still following close on his trail, -
” 2 THERE used to ‘be a character in southwest Missouri whose sole ambition, so he said, was
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Because They're Bosse
§ SHIRLEY PAZDAN.
“Give us straight answers.” “If something's wrong, tell us why.” “If you make a mistake, ad mit it. Don't pass the buck to us.” “If vou may we'll ‘be taken care of financially,’ take care of ‘us.” “Give us a second chance when we're wrong,” said a sec retary, remembering a crack-
pot who called her office daily, taking the name of celebrities Told on the phone that Ring Croshy was calling, she turned to her boss and said, “Today he's Bing Crosby.” It was Bing
WHEELBARROW DOG—"We get a lot of coons thataway."
to kill a bear with his teeth. This feat had never been accomplished, he declared, in the whole history of civilization, and the man who succeeded in doing it would be rich and famous forever. He had made three unsuc‘cessful attempts, according to
the tale, Each time he had been
forced to use the gun, killing
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Se triendly.
Crosby and the secretary was glad Bing and her boss had a sense of humor. . ” # o
“STAY OUT of the office un9:30 a. m Let us get the details out of the way before you come in. You men are bad at them so don't try to oversee evervthing.' Be friendly; be fun at office parties. Show vour appreciation of our work: your approval if we look sharp. We don't read anvthing into kind words We want to to be ‘just office’
‘with no fangs bared from top
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the bear in order to save his own life, After. the gave up "A
third failure he
him,” was -his final conclusion. a - ” ’ an THE OZARK hunters tell a lot of fascihatimg windies about’
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Don't nag.
affair as lang as’ we do the
job.” To a woman, all thought they didn't make enough sale
ary to look as their bosses exe pected. All agreed ‘bosses are big little boys, like husbands.” “If she's griping, a gal is usually a good worker. She's dug down to what's wrong and wants to do something about it, not quit,” a secretary said
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Good or bad, Girls Friday said they understood their ° bosses, enough that “a bright
gal will make a good boss out of a bad one.”
erences to the “wheelbarrow” dog owned by Frank Hembree, I supposed that Wheelbarrow was the animal's name, but Frank soon set me right. He said that Bulger was the best coon dog in Missouri, but since all four legs were frozen off, it was necessary to trundle him around in a wheelbarrow. “He just points his head the way he wants to go said Frank,_. “an’ I push him. It's kind of slow in a rough country like this, but we get a lot of coons thataway.” ‘Frank says that he and Bulger have caught as many as 20 coons in a single night, and he wears out two or three wheelbarrows every season, ny ” ” TALES OF men and boys who kill game by throwing stones are also common. In “Pebbles from the Ozarks,” Fred Starr tells of a boy who was knock ing squirrels out of the tall trees with rocks, always throws ing with his left hand. A pop-eyed city feller ree marked upon the astounding accuracy of southpaws. “I ain't left-handed,” the boy said. “But if I was to throw right-handed, it'd tear the squirrels up too bad.” : i Last not least, most hillfolk are sharpshooter. I once saw Clarence Sharp, of Pittsburg, Kas., one of the best rifie shots in the Southwest, kill a flying mallard at an incrediblé distance with a 30-30 Winchester, When I expressed my astonfshment at this feat. Clarence said that it was nothing out of the ordinary. . “When 1 was a boy, near Dutch Mills, Ark. everybody shot geese with rifles,” he told me. “I used to kill 'em so high in the air that we had to put
salt on the bullets, in order to
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