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BRAINTREE, England, July 23 “The GI of
‘World War II is missed in the pubs of this town.
I have .a sneaking suspicion his buck is missed more. From here it's eight miles to Gen. Frank And rews Field where weeds and crops have taken over, During the war it was a busy place and so was Brain- . tree, The honeymoon is over Fe although some of the more en- zg terprising pub owners are hoping that it might be reactivated again. That doesn’ t mean they want another war. As long as other fields are being reacti- Q vated, they would like to get in % on the act, Meantime, pub owners cater to the local elhow bendé#Ys and dream. It was raining cats and dogs ; when I was at Andrews Field oo the crows trying to fly, The rain hasn't stopped. A pub is a cozy place on a bad day. The first mhhogany planks T hit were in the White Hart Hotel bar. From what I could gather it was one of the favorite haunts of our men. Since the end of the war there have been two managers. I talked to the present one. He knows
nothing of what went on when the Americans were here.
eSB AT THE SWAN, reputed to be the oldest pub in town with a permit dating back to 1590, Mrs. Lili Coxshall, wife of the owner, Tom, had plenty to talk about. She showed me a recent letter she received from R. N, Freeman, Box 196, Birmingham, Ala. She hears from her former customer about five times a year. He told her he was going to send a few pictures he had taken in Birmingham. “Sometimes you couldn't move in here and many a night we ran out of beer,” laughed Mrs. Coxshall. &@ She told how fhe Americans. bought every available bicycle in town for transportation. “The
men bought -girls’ bicycles and children’s twowheelers. Tricycles they didn't want. In a glass case above the har is a straw
family heirloom. She couldn't keep track of the offers she has had to sell it, Mrs. Coxshall said three or four tifnes a year gomeone will come in and ask her if she remembers him. She hasn't been successful yet, “There were so many and they came and went,” she explained. “But I feel terrible when the boys visit on their holidays and 1 can’t recognize them.”
Africana By Robert C. Ruark
GRUMMETTI CAMP, Tanganyika, July 23 -~The yellow rolling plains and the green lowlands of Africa, speckled with flowers, against a soft blue backdrop of mountain, is a lovely and gracious sight, and its loveliness is enhanced by the tawny grace of a lion against his own terrain. If you shoot your lion cleanly the poetry remains, but a wound, a slip of calculation, gi suddenly turns the terrain ugly, and every bush is a ‘menace And there is always the _unpredict“ahle; the X- qubtient. We picked up Simba In on the third day of arrival in this camp. We were rolling home with the biggest, most beautiful waterbuck that the Lord ever put horns on when one of the boys in the back of the car said “Simba” and turned the day from boisterous triumph to fresh excitement. It was a lioness, stalking zebra, We drove over to within a dozen yards of her and were greeted with a most unpleasant snarl. She was a very ugly lioness, with a very convincing set of teeth, YOU FIGURE if the lady is at large the gent is around somewhere, so we wheeled Jessica around some channels of grass between the thornbush and turned up three more females, a set of cubs belonging to the unpleasant girl, and finally a magnificent boy with a tremendous head of ginger-colored mane. He got up at a couple hundred yards and walked sedately into the bush. Mama snarled some more and started a halfcharge ag we passed her in the car. This called for strategy, to toll the old boy ‘out of the bush. We drove eight miles back to camp to collect Mama, have lunch, and set up the combat plan, It was pretty simple. We shot a topi ram on the way back to the lion hangout, and tied him to the back of the jeep. We dragged him in front of the bush into which the male had disappeared, and bless Gawd, here appears another he-lion, half again as big and twice as mane-y as the other. Him we
oe oe
promptly named Gorgeous George on account -of
the wave in his luxuriant cinnamon locks.
WE DRAGGED the carcass across his "bow. “Smell it,» Chum,” Selby murmured. Gorgeous George stalked back into the bush, We flushed the other lionesses, and the unpleasant one started another charge. We dropped the topi carcass in a clear oasis of grass, and went up on the hill to watch through the glasses, ahout a thousand yards away. The buzzards, magically
attracted by a kill, began to circle,
Tough Training Ahead—
studded with thorn acacia and.
E G
lish Pubs Miss s—and Bucks
i: I had two short ones while we talked. It's no fun sitting in a pub where there is no life. I like
noise and smoke and something to look at. Mrs, Coxshall was eager and willing to talk about the good times that were had. You hear so much and you get tired. Mrs, Cokshall didn't think the Sun, another favorite GI spot, would he livelier. She understood how. I felt. She would rather run a busy place. I eased out into the pouring rain as gracefully as possible, 1 gave her my word that if 1 met any of her former customers, I would remember her to them. Fat chance of that happening. he ae i IN THE SUN were three Englishmen who looked as if they had been standing at the bar since the war started in 1939, One guy, front teeth missing, wearing a filthy coat, greasy cap and a tie that was so dirty you couldn't tell what color it was, sald ke could help me with information, “I remember a corporal in the military police well. There was a man. He used to sit right. in that chair against the wall. That bloke was the “whitest ‘W§fite man 1 ever knew. He always helped and never hindered anyone.” The man paused to take a long drink of his dark beer. He lifted his cap and scratched his head. He said he would remember the name in a minute, “That corporal would give chocolate to the little ones, He was a great one for doing things lke that,” the man added. His two companions said they remembered the corporal and all three hegan shaking their heads trying to remember his name. I was told he never got drunk. The corporal was a big man with shoulders like-s bull. He helped old women cross the street. The man with the dirty cap put his hand on the arm of
the chair and emphasized the fact that the corporal used to sit: there. Finally he let out a roar. “I've got it. His
name is George Van Flandern and he lived in a place called Bay Village, Ohio.” We had a drink on that. We raised our glasses tos the corporal from Bay Village. The bartender tried to remember a name, hoping, no doubt, we all might have another, on me. He recalled several first names but first names didn't
count, Not when I established the precedent. “I'd like to see George back again for a vigit,” said the man with the good memory. “I'd
like to see him in that chair. a shilling while I was here.” As they say over here, George, cheers from the gang in the Sun.
He couldn't spend
Lioness Fights for Gorgeous George
“If they come down,” Harry said, “the old boy will come out to protect he kill and we'll settle
his troubles for him.”
It took the vultures a long time, maybe 45 minutes, but finally one settled on the topi, then another, then another. “Here comes the parade,” Selby said. First a lioness, then another, then the old boy, then two more girl friends. They settled on the kill and began to eat. Sa : “Let's take'm,”. Selby said. “Let's not wound a ortho, Any wounded lion in the bush is bad enough, but you've got the nasty one, thrée
more lionesses and another prime male to worry: |
about in the bush.” * Bb * : THREE OF US, this time -we had armed Kidogo— tumbled out of the jeep and madé the stalk. The lions had not looked up as the jeep passed 100 yards from the kill. Then I raised up to shoot and the nasty lioffess started a charge. 1 popped Gorgeous George back of the ear, as per orders, and he rolled over, roaring like doomsday. He flopped around and rolred some more, and seemed about to get up. Out the corner of my eye I saw the unpleasaht lioness ‘start a charge, flat out, with her ears laid back and her tail lashing furiously. “Wallop the old boy again,” Harry said quietly. I smacked another .375 into his neck, which tenderized him, and at the gun's crack the lioness halted. She was about 20 feet away, still snarling. I looked at my right. Harry and Kidogo, guns poised, were resting calmly on one knee, like ancient archers in heraldic tapestry. ote Be THE CAR DROVE up from its position some 500 yards away. “Get in,” Selby said ‘fo me. ¢ vanced a little, tail flicking again. “Now Kidogo,” Selby said. Then he backed slowly away, gun still poised, and climbed in. “Let's go,” he said, and whacked the door. “Shoo!” She backed off, still snarling, and went into the bush. JI didn’t like to shoot Mer because of the cubs,” Harry said, “but if she'd started that second charge I'd have given her six more feet and then down her throat. She’s rather a nasty girl, what?” She was, too. When we drove by the next day to check on the family, she charged the car this time. “We decided to give up the association, There didn't seem to be any future in it for anybody.
The lioness ad-
Hoosier Army Moves Into Camp
By TOM HICKS ] Times Staff Writer
army ‘began settling down here ington and wer
today for two weeks of just plaia'y ...q GI. The 38th (Cyclone) started converging on this sprawling reservation yesterday morning. Trucks, jeeps, and cars brought load after load of grizzled vets of Anzio and Iwo Jima and green recruits barely over the age limit of 17. here till
The day was spent in setting up by tents and operational center. The majority of the troops arrived
Aug.
hard weeks.
in the early afternoon and were COuld well be a dress rehearsal things with official baseball, while a few braved the Washington talking of activating three Guard divisions this fall high authorities say the
free from 4 p. m. on. Some played for. bigger
cold waters of Lake Margrethe.
Indianapolis’ 151st Infantry, Most
One humorous episode developed training to when six supply trucks from the strength or ability. CAMP GRAYLING, Mich, July 151st Service Company took a
23-—Indiana’s-6000 man civilian! wrong turn coming out of Hunt- today
wide spread search for about two and everyfhing up to
Tough Training Ahead The guardemen, who will be 5, have been told their officers to expect The training period
approach combat Troops will begin their training | on the various weapons M-1 rifles, carbines, 45's the big
e the object of a ranges.
seasoned veterans. Highlight of this week's activi-|
Guests Gov, Schricker, As evening fell on the camp, field jackets were being pulled out | of duffie bags. Michigan's nights | have a reputation for being three blankets cold. Chief gripe of the day was waiting. It came mostly from the new members of the outfit. old .veterans just stood patiently. “Look kid,” ter sergeant told a recruit, “when you've done as much of it as I|
will include!
two
Regiment Headquarters Company division is in its best shape since have you just get too darned | is camped within 50 yards of the the war, war, but sul sty needs a a lot of ‘tired to gripe about it.”
water's edge. No Mishaps Reported
No mishaps were reported the movement of the division g which followed the Illinois Na-| tional Guard into camp.
Foster Freight Workers End 6-Day Strike
Members of Local 135, AFL, Teamsters Union, reported for work today at Foster Freight Lines depots and terminals, ending their six-day strike. The workers threatened an In-| dianapolls trucking tie-up when|
they. walked off their jobs to pro-| | mooch
girls.
“How do I
that?
etymology,
drinks _
Said one “B” girl:
name came from? Why bother your pretty little head about
“Buy me: a drink?”, . Although a failure at she fits well the word's accepted definition: “A girl employed by a bar to
-| tomers and who gets a permiage of the payment made
em say the
sealing ns
Biggest Little Town
(This is the story of seven nights in the Calumet City (lll)
|
They finally joined the rest: 155's will be hauled out onto the! of their convoy and proceeded range and fired under the eyes of Division Without further trouble. The lone casualty of the day) was an unidentified division head- ties will be the division parade on quarters private who cut his foot Saturday. buses, trains on g rock while swimming.
The |
a 45-year-old mas- |
. Where Did 'B' Girls Get Title "Buy Me a Drink,’ Says One
- WHERE DID the “B"” girls get their title? Nobody seems | to know for sure—not even the
title was first hung on the Calumet City girls described in Edan Wright's articles. Others sat it was first won by girls in Los Angeles, or Seattle, San Francisco, Detroit or New York. A search of newspaper files, books and dictionaries shows these meanings for the “B"— with the first and most popular and likely:
know where the
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| obscure taverns,
~The Indianapolis Times
A Day In A Day C Camp—
Youngsters Go Great
PLAY—Campers from four countries.
~ MONDAY, JULY 23, 1951
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«Times Photos by Bill Oates,
CAMP ACTIVITIES—AL left twins race. Right, are boys building a teepee.
- By OPAL CROCKETT Campers boast members from outside the ODY-BUILDING day camps are in full swing 1. 8. A. (in photo, counter-clockwise), Danny for Indianapolis youths, A l.ewin, France; Janet Smith, England; Stephen Tanned, bright-eyed boys and girls learn to 1.jovshin, Russia, with ball; Mimi Kresic; Italy; get along together and bBeconte well-adijusted, Henry Lewin, France; John Thompson, coun= happy citizens, the American way, in some 20 selor; Ann Smith, England. outdoor day camps, Pictured algo are three. sets. of twins (left Ki-Wa-Ca Day Camp, sponsored by Kirsh to right) Richard and Lee Kochman, Eddie and baum Community Center, is in its second of Ervin Cambridge and Peg gy and Louri Kohn. four two-week periods, It's held at the Center, : PIN ahs 5 . 2314 N. Meridian, St. and George Washington WORK. IS ¥) N wh R iv sib Park. directed bv Abe. Rabinowitz. Miss Lois their camp for teepee builders Heft o right in Johnson, assistant professor at Butler Univer- hota), Jimmy Barnett, Stanley Scherr, Gerald sity, is head counselor : Knsene, William Ackerman, Richard Jacobs and SILY, 18 f . Murray Yosha. woohoo Buckaroos. in phota. are building hide-out
SEVENTY CHILDREN 514 g0 to camp Mondays through Fridavs., Days begin with a ging, in the open, include crafts, dramatics, story telling, games and active sports, and end with a swim and snacks. There are hikes, and this year overnight trips are planned, for the first time in the camp's four-year _history. Aug. 2 is the date for the annual carnival where booths will display campers’ accomplishments.
to 12 years old,
CIRCLE GAME—Everybody enjoys outdoor recreation,
‘I Went to Work -on Honky-Tonk Row’'—
honky-tonk row—known from coast to coast as the hottest, rough-
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est and toughest in the business. It is the story of strip-teasers, ""'B'"" girls and brazen gyp operations. Working as a wait-ess, Edan Wright is the first reporter. to get inside the row. This is her first
article).
By EDAN WRIGHT
Times Special Writer
CALUMET CITY, IIL, July 23-1 was hunting for a
job as a waitress on honky-t This
was the spot that branded “Cal City,”
onk row. a Chicago
suburb, as the “Wickedest Little Town in the U. 8. A.” 8 t is calle re i ig Bu Re Ryle didly advertised as insured for Middlewest.” £50,000" by Lloyds of London. To natives it is “The Strip” or Here, also, you can find such “The Street” To. neighboring Novelties. as a performer who Chicagoans it is “that place in dances with an assortment of the sticks.” live snakes slithering around
One of the attractions is the notion that it's in the sticks. People who wouldn't be caught dead in similar places around home figure they won't be seen
if they sow a few wild oats way out in the prairie. There is very little to Cal City besides the row. It is
chiefly a town of homes and its main industry is its honky-tonk paradise.
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BUT this happy whoopee ground is definitely not in the sticks, It is only two blocks
from the main street of Hammond, Ind.—on a main crossa“mtem (State. St.) that continues from Hammond. Map-wise it 1& smack on the Indiana-Illinois state line. af the southern tip of Cook County, Ill. Down | galany of neon from dusk to dawn--seven nights a week. This is the “great white way” of strip-tease “clubs” and beer palaces, of barkers ballyhooing the dparmns of hubba-hubba girls, musicians beating out tunes for the razzle-dazzle.
The white way is actually no more than a block and a half long. Beyond--it dims out into eateries and
honky-tonk lane a lights glitters
| homes, But buildings are packed | wall to wall in ‘the gaudy heart
As a bee. To put the bee on a customer for a drink. Also, to |
of the strip and its size can only be described as “little but oh my!" It is probably the only place where you can look in almost any door (conveniently open) and see a near-nude. woman spotlighted on a stage. It is probably the only place where
. Performers bosom Is can-
her bare body. Or another who whips up a jungle romance with a dummy gorilla,
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IT WAS mid-afternoon when I went job-hunting and the day was a. scorcher. In the burning sun "The Street” stretched out with the look and lethargy of a southwestern border town. Its gaudy decorations exposed in the glare—~had none of: the tinselled glamor of the night. The gay haciendas of women
and drink were just so many squatty buildings with false fronts done over from old
shanties and cottages, The street was deserted except for a dog ssmbling acroas the road and two men leaning against a wall, I could feel the eves of the men following me as I went from door to door. The entrances that were so obviously open at night were closed. One after another I pushed and found them locked. I had no idea how or when a girl should go about looking for work in a honky-tonk spot. All I knew was no job-—no story. I had dreamed up a touching history to help me get the job. I was separated from my husband (an old meanie) and I had a four-year-old daughter to support. A friend in Hammond was keeping my daughter but I had to take care of her during the day. 80 I had to work at night. And of course I just had to have a job,
I wag a desperate character .
in fact ax well as fancy. 1 bean hunting for zide entrances, tried several. ‘Then 1 praectically fell through one, It was
‘to my sun-fogged vision.
- still leaning against the wall,
dark inside and almost black
girlie doorways
$4 a'6®. open for business, A WOMAN behind a bar At The Riptide came into focus. bigger strip-teas
“Go down tn the end of the
But I had
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Kaseff,
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Gordon Gruen, Paul Mark Cohn and Ronald
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COUNCILORS INCLUDE Miss Lois Johnson,
Miss
Hilda Dudziak of Clinton, Charles Vear, Robinson, Miss I.enore Sofnas, and John Thompson,
Don Rolstad,
Miss Doris Herbert Miss Ann Earl Montgomery assisted by Robert Me-
Clure, Red Cross staffer,
HIDEQUT—Buckaroos
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klers were on and the gtreet of Invitingly
one of the
e clubs wangled a job for a single night. to dn better
I
than
bar,” she sald before 1 could ! open my mouth. thag I got chummy with one Nonplussed -- I peered inte Of the girls in the place--an old the gloomy end she had indi- timer on the street. She pointed
cated. A cluster of men were
out places with a fat arm and rattled off a list of first names
the at
drinking. i B “Oh, I don't want a drink,” Go see so-and-so’ at I answered as I caught the Playhouse. Try so-and-so drift of her thinking. “I want the 21 Club--the Rondavoo
to see the manager about a job. the Show Club.” “As a waitress,” I added 8 =
hastily. “He ain't here. Won't be in until 9 tonight, You won't catch anyone like that on the street before 9,” she explained. ‘Sure you don't want a drink, honey? You don’t look s0 good.”
helpful.
“How did you
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THE BARKERS Were also With an easy familiarity they took an interest in my progress up and down the street,
come out?”
they interrupted their spiels as I emerged from their bailiwicks.
“i ’ nw “Well, don't give up,” they , I'm all right, 1 aaank you all rig clucked sympathetically over « I ducked out hurrying away my negative answers, Youll from there, hurrying AWAY find something. Try all the
from the “street and the sly Places.
grins of the two men who were els 9 p. m. I was making the barmaid. rounds again. The neon spar-
A man at The Playhouse offered me a day-time jobecas a
“It's steady work," he urged
camouflage cave.
And Razz-Ma-Tazz
“Forty dollars a week-—and you
pick ‘up lots of tips.” My job hunt waz shaping into
something that should set a record for oddity. I would catch an owner or manager
taking the air in a doorway. On the stage behind him a wpman would be wikgling through her strip=teasing routine. The interview would be cone
ducted right on the spot—with utter casualness, And I'd speak my piece--trying not to gulp the answers. Again—I'd go inside. ‘The
place would be dim except for the stage. I'd locate the bar and try to get the bartender to point out the manager. I'd corner the manager between some tables. And we'd. talk--with a girl prancing on the stage and the customers shouts ing remarks. Finally I landed a job at the Show: Club. It seemed to be drawing. most of the e¢rowds, So I thought 1 was in luck, But —unknowing--I had fallen into the roughest, toughest spot on the Reel. : Nextt work has
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