Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 July 1951 — Page 11

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Outside Indianapolis

CAMBRIDGE, July 24—The old GI custom of gong to town after a day's work hasn't changed since the World War II days. The dart games, warm beer, girls and empty billfolds before payday are here. At Bassingbourn, home of the 96th Bomb Squadron, 2d Bomb Wing, I had no trouble finding someone who was going to spend an evening in Cambridge. M/8gt. Norman Bunnell, Parkton, N. C., appeared to be the man to serve as a guide, He is highly recommended. i Sarge Bunnell ‘has the reputation of never being caught carrying a full load. He's

. never late, he'll take you to

Cambridge and see that you get back. Sarge knows all the joints and if you have a hankering-+to see Cambridge take you there.

University, he'll

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SINCE I WANTED to observe the GI in his natural habitat, I suggested to Sarge Bunnell we ought to make a beeline for the Still and Sugar Loaf as soon as we got off the bus, “I think the Pickerel would be better,” *said the Sarge. “It’s two days before payday. Some of the guys are pretty flat.”

We dropped in the Still and Sugar Loaf, a higher class joint. Nothing much was going on. One officer was standing at the bar. He greeted the Sarge warmly and continued to stare into space. on “You'll see the difference at the Pickerel,” the Sarge said, shoving his glass to the edge of the bar. We were through. There was standing room only in the Pickerel. Two GIs and two English girls were playing darts. Men snaked through the place and you soon learned not to hold a full glass of liquid. It's better to drink the stuff than have it spilled. ho ode THERE WAS NO question about the Sarge's notoriety in Cambridge. He ‘had a word of greeting for practically everyone, The proprietor

Africana By Robert C. Ruark

GRUMMETTI CAMP, Tanganyika, July 24 - Old Chui, the leopard, is possibly the most beautiful of all the African trophies, and also about the most chancy to collect, He combines extreme wariness with unpredictable arrogance. He might glink like a snake through bush that wouldn't hide a mouse, or stroll boldly into camp: and polish off your pet dog. He travels almost entirely at night, and generally sticks close to almost impenetrable cover, He fights like a demon when wounded, and when four guys track him into the bush two or. three [generally get scratched up. A big Tom is nearly as big as a lioness, with comparably formidable fangs and claws. He isn’t hard to kill, — but awful hard to get a crack at. oe oe oe THERE ARE two ways to bag a Chui. One i= by sheer accident, such as running into him asleep, or to set up a blind for him and wait until dusk when he comes to feed on the kill. Sometimes a leopard won't feed on the kill. Sometimes he comes after dark. Sometimes he comes at 5:30, or 6:45, just as the shooting light fades. And often he doesn’t come at all. The Grummetti River seemed to be alive with Chuis. All night long you could hear the chesty, surly growl, and the enraged curses of the baboons after a scream told you that the hunting cat had. scragged an unwary youngster. We figured at least five leopards, maybe more. Our professional hunter, Harry Selby, had a favorite tree which had yielded him leopards before. 1 shot a Grant gazelle and a warthog —hoth of which Chui adores—and we hung them up in the tree. oP >” oe “WE'LL. LET 'em hang about three or four days, until they get good and ripe,” Selby said. “Chui likes them real high. When you can smell that pig all the way to camp, we'll go and have a look." Three days later we checked the tree and saw what was evidently a big one had been feeding an the Grant gazelle, averaging about 20 pounds of flesh a night. “Give him two more days,” Selby said, “until ke’s really fond of that smell, and we'll go collect him. Maybe. You can't count on any leopard to do anything you expect him to.” Came the two days and weé took off in Jessica,

It Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson NEW YORK, July 24-—-We saw the birth of a Broadway star— just like that, At one moment she wore black bra, panties -—and bare midriff——but we insist they had little to do with it. The gal, Dolores Gray, a blond, formerly was from Chicago.and Los Angeles. Formerly she was a brunet, too, probably. But this was a junior Ethel Merman, a new Mary Martin, although the most bragging she’d do later was: “I have a big voice that you ean hear right up to the end of the balcony.” Dolores, who has just enough shapely figger, did all this in Arthur Lesser's show, “Two on the Aisle,” costarred with the great Bert Lahr, Some of us remember when Mary Martin brought her to the Copacabana as her protege six, geven vears ago. ! Then she was in “Are You # With It?” with Lew Parker and then went to London in “Annie, Get Your Gun’—and was =0 popular, she was afraid to come back. Rudy Vallee came into her dressing room afterward that night and she called out: “Here's my first discoverer!” “You're one of the few that ever remembered.” Rudy accepted some champagne in a Dixie cup. “I saw her on the street, liked her looks and asked to be introduced to her. Then I put her on my program,” Rudy said. “Oh, you heard me sing at my teacher's!” she said. “I thought our first meeting was romantic,” Rudy kidded. The night before, at a preview, I was In her dressing room (What? Again?) and saw her fight for her honor—I mean for her midriff, Producer Lesser, Composer Julie Styne and Agent Louis Shurr told her that when she took off her clothes—she kept too much on. “I want to see more of your body, darling,” Styne said. ’ » “That's what 1 don't want!’ she Sung back.

Dolores Gray

GIs in England Still : Like Trip to Town

brought us beer personally. He told me he was glad to meet a friend of Sgt. Bunneil's, About half of the servicemen in the Pickerel were in civilian clothes. T/Sgt. Robert Marx, Cincinnati, O., explained it was military policy to come to town in civvies whenever possible. It all goes back to the time when Americans practically overran England. The feeling between the local hot shots, who can’t compete for any length of time with the American bankroll, has never been high. It still isn't. A GI out of uniform attracts less attention, Throughout the evening as we made the rounds, Sarge never once assumed the air of a happy-go-lucky bounder on a pass. He has been in the service for 11 years, Boob THE SARGE enjoys watching the guys having fun. He keeps a sharp eye out for the man who shows signs of havihg too much fun. 1 got the impression the men looked to him as an unofficial MP. Sgt. Bunnell is a personal equipment technician. He is in charge of all equipment designed to protect and givé comfort to the men, He takes care of parachutes, survival kits, antiexposure suits. He has an acute appreciation for the men who fly the “big birds” of the 96th Bomb Squadron. “Give the men who fly the birds the breaks, they deserve them,” said the Sarge:, “When they go up, they have to have the best we can give them.” : I suppose his job simply carries over to include the men who keep the birds in the air, the GIs who come to town and his vigilance never ceases, = “There's a good man to know when you happen to get into a little trouble,” laughed Sgt. Donald Campbell, Gilman, Iowa. “That's what I hear.” He laughed some more. We visited the Baron in the Beef, the White Hofse in Boldock. Everywhere it was the same. There were the quiet lads, the loud ones, the operators, the sad-eyed kids. Like the Sarge said, all were trying to break the monotony of military life. “Many of us work seven days a week. You'd go batty if you didn’t get out once in awhile, Tell them we're doing a job.”

Bagging a Leopard Is Tricky Business

the jeep. We sat ready to jump and as the jeep whizzed past the blind we shot into the cover like a pair of frightened hares. Jessica went back to camp, with instructions to return at dark.

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I POKED the .30-08, sighted in for 50 yards, through a hole in the brush, squinted at the kill in the tree, and Selby and I settled down to wait, He was wearing a shotgun loaded with buckshot, which is what you use in heavy brush if you wound the cat and have to go in after him. An angry, ‘wounded leopard moves with’ the speed of light. You can't move, talk, read or scratch in a Chui blind. You just sit while the tsetse flies and mosquitoes feast. But as time passes and expectancy grows, it is the most suspensefully fascinating wait in the world. It is now 20 minutes to 7, with five minutes of shooting light left. Five hundred yards away a leopard makes his saw-sounding cough. Almost immediately there is a scrutching noise and in the tree which had been all tree there is nothing but leopard, Nothing before, and suddenly everything. “ oe o> i

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THERE. is no comparable sight. The big round head appears in the first fork, seemingly as big as a barrel. The cold eyes stare directly at you, and Chui turns his head slowly, casing.the joint. And you don't shoot him. You wait. There is a blur, a flash, and suddenly the leopard is on another branch. He is suspicious and isn’t going to -the kill. He is heading aloft to safety, because you can't see him up there in the rigging. Selby murmurs “Now or never” and your Teflexes work unbidden. Somehow the sight centers on the shoulder, as this great cat stands profiled against the deep green and the fading light. You never heard the Remington talk, but the bullet whunks and down he comes, hitting he ground liké a thundercap.

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“MEAT,” Selby says. “Right on the bution.” He whacks you on the back and walks up carefully with the shotgun, because dead game has a habit of coming alive and killing people, “Heart and both shoulders,” Selby says. “A beauty.” So there he lays, old Chui, your Chui, eight feet of golden Tom, as beautiful dead as he was alive, and you had handled him just right, because one shot is all you ever get. I tell you, I was drunk when we came back to camp, and I hadn’t had a drink. I didn't need one.

A Siar is Born— It’s Dolores Gray

“Why, Travis ” said Bert, still unappreciative, “I've never seen you with your glasses off hefore.” ® That's how it happened. But it wasn’t the open midriff—it was the open throat that made her The New Star. S Bb 0b

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THE MIDNIGHT EARL . .. Rita Hayworth’s father-in-law, Aga Khan, treats himself good. It comes out now that he and his Begum on their probable trip here in the fall, will ly Pan-Am, with a party. 73 : A new Hollywood male star has a new marriage that's shakey because he objects to his mother-in-law being a lush. . . . The U. 8. Air Force is buying special 35-mm. aerial cameras, made by Ted Briskin's Revere firm, in a deal involving millions.

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GOOD RUMOR MAN: Denise Darcel, whose fame will soon sweep across the nation via magazines, will launch a new, frightfully expensive perfume, “Toujours Tol,” (“Always Yours”). ... James Thurber declined to sit for a portrait on the ground that he goes to the powder room so often, he'd be a poer subject. . . , Terry Moore's in the movie, “Two of a Kind.” ‘ oS B'WAY BULLETINS: Marlena Dietrich’'s new El Morocco date was. French producer Fernande Graetz. . . . Their friends expect the Broderick Crawfords to reconcile. ... Philly cafe owner Jack Lynch reportedly cleaned up $50,000 on the Walcott-Charles fight. ooo ob

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WHO'S NEWS: The Ritz Bros. will, operate and entertain. in their own Palm Springs night club. . . . Jantes Cagney suffered second degree burns while yachting on a borrowed yacht. . . . Arthur Van Horn replaces Edwin C. Hill over ABC next week. . . Billy Eckstine will play Joe Louis in Louis’ annual golf tournament in Detroit Monday. . . . New B'wayite: Sammy, the suit peddler, who as a walking showroom, wears at least six suits at a time—sells them off his back. | Bh WISH I'D SAID THAT: A GI arguing with a fellow in civvies finally said: “Ill thank you to keep a civilian tongue in your head.”—Marcy Elias, ’ LE ALL OVER: Nancy Chafee beat fiance Ralph Kiner at tennis, but only 6-4. . . . Sou (House of) Chan's cousin Kim is developing into an excellent TV actor. . . , Joan Davis will crash TV in the fall, from N. Y.

The Indianapolis Times

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5 Went To Work Along Honky-Tonk Row’— : a i Clubs’ Own Cops Give Bum’s Rush To Muggs Who ‘Bust Up The Joint’

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"B" girls an

Wright is the first reporter fo get inside the row.

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It is the story of strip-teasers,

brazen gyp operations. Weorking as a waitress, Edan

pecial Writer

Times 8 CALUMET CITY, III, July 24—Things started happening on my first night as a waitress on honkey-tonk row. - I was cleaning off tables when four cops came hustling

into the show club. I thought they were going to | raid the place. I had visions

«|-of being carried off to the

| local hoosegow. I saw myself | sweating out explanations as |- to my identity. But the cops bee-lined to the | rear, Some customers were | «kicking up a ruckus. I hadn't noticed because I was distracted by the din of music and the | girlie raz-mah-taz on the stage. Five strapping fellows were ushered to the front by the cops. One of them jerked away and picked up a beer bottle from a tahle. r “I'll tear ‘this joint down.” | he threatened, waving the | bottle. “I'm-not leaving until I get my money back.” One of the cops corraled him. “You're going outside,” he | said. “Come on—we'll talk it | over out there. And let's leave | the bottle.”

” » » I WOULDN'T have thought any more about it. But it turned out to be a pretty regular performance. A short time later | a waitress rushed up and told me to get one of the cops.

I saw two of them popping in and out-—propelling the customers out the front, sometimes out the back door. i “What goes with the custo- | mers and the policemen?” I {| asked a waltress as soon as I got a chance. x “Oh, some of the girls ‘took’ the customers and they kicked up a fuss,” she answered off“handedly. | By girls she was referring to | strip-teasers and hostesses who act as “B” girls. “But how do they ‘take’ the | customers?” I probed. “Lots of ways,” she smiled. | “You'll get on to them. You | work with the girls on different angles, If the customers beef { and that’s all it amounts to - you can handle it. But if they | get nasty you call the cops.”

| By EDAN WRIGHT |

And throughout the evening

happen to us girls,” she continued. ‘Some guys get real rough. The cops take them out the back and blackjack them.” “Aren't they city police?” I queried, trying to keep the shotk out of my voice.

” » ” I WANTED TO ADD: “And aren't they supposed to protect the public?” But I was afraid she would clam up on me. “Cal City hires them. But the places on the street pay their salaries,” she explained. “The city’s too poor to give us protection. There are four cops who take care of us. “Two of them look after one side of the street and two the other. In a pinch-—of course— we can get all four.” I could see I had a lot to learn, And it probably wouldn't be easy. “The street” was as touchy about publicity as a hayfever victim was about pollen. Snoopers—I could guess were as welcome as rattlesnakes. There was an easy familiarity about its people. But underneath there was an attitude of “you mind your business and I'll mind mine.” Nobody bothered about names especially last names. Performers’ ‘‘handles’ were the only exception, In all my job hunting only one man had asked my name. And that was so he could telephone me if he had an opening, I had even been hired at the Show Club without a name. The Show Club was run by Frenchie and Lorraine—owner and manager. They were away on a vacation and I wae hired by their assistant, a husky guy who did double duty seating customers, That's all I knew

about the place. n n ”

TI KNEW LESS, about the work. I was just told to wear a

TUESDAY, JULY 24, 1951

This is the second story of seven nights in Calumet City's honky-tonk row-——known from coast to coast as the hottest, roughest and foughass in the business.

“The cops won't let anything

blouse and slacks and come in at 845 p. m. I had to dig out the schedule. It was 8:45 p. m. to 5 a. m. from Monday through Friday, 8:30 p.'m. to 6 a. m. on Saturday and 8S p.m. to 4a. m

on Sunday.

When I came to work I wasn't sure I had a job after all. A group of show girls (the strippers) and hostesses were sitting at one end of the bar chatting with a woman bartender.

Their conversation was mostly boudoir talk punctuated with a choice assortment of dirty words. There were some male customers at the other end of the bar. But the girls talked openly-—ignoring them and me. A waitress came up and hooked a pail with some water and sponges on the end of the bar. J asked her what 1 should do and she said: “Better gee Joe.” “Joe (fictitious name) was the fellow who hired me. He passed by and gave me an offhanded: ‘I'll see you later.” At nine the band struck up, a strip-teaser appeared and the show was on. There was only

In the Meantime . . . ‘There’s No Trouble Here'—

Jordan's Regent Prays For His

By SAM SOUKI United Press Staff Correspondent (Copyright, 1951, by United Press:

AMMAN, Jordan, July 24—Emir Naif, regent of Jor-

| dan, said today that he would pray to God that his elder | brother, Crown Prince Talal, would recover his health

| and return to take his place as ruler of this Hashemite

kingdom in succession to assassinated King Abdullah. Naif, who was proclaimed Regent of Jordan immediately after the tragic death of King Abdullah in Jerusalem, heatedly denied reports that Talal had been forced to leave Jordan because of differences with Abdullah or himself, Ld n n “I SWEAR to you by God that nobody forced my brother to leave this country,” Naif said to me in an exclusive interview. “May Allah heal him so that he will return and assume his place here.” (The question of the succession to Abdullah is one that affects the entire Middle East, one of the world’s most impor-

tant strategic centers both be-

cause of its rich oil resources and its geographic position, | Abdullah was the strong man | of the area and a firm friend of the West. | (Shortly before Abdullah's assassination Friday, Crown Prince Talal had a nervous breakdown. He was sent to Switzerland for treatment. The United Press traced him today to a rest clinic overlooking Lake Geneva. It was sald in Geneva that he expected to is- | sue a public statement soon. It also was reported there that Talal would not leave soon.)

” " 5 | NAIF received this correspondent in his study at the Royal Palace, where yesterday he sorrowfully accepted the condolences of the people of Jordan and foreign delegations on the death of his father. Naif denied that after Abdullah’s death there were demonstrations against Abdullah's dream of unifying neighboring

Driver of Stolen Car Faces Charge in Death

BLOOMINGTON, July 24 (UP) | Charles Sowders, 23, 1361 Nordyke Ave. Indianapolis, faced a manslaughter charge today grow-| ing out of a week-end traffic acel-| |dent in which a Martinsville girl !

|was killed.

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motorcycle on Ind. 37 near here

Arab countries in a ‘fertile crescent.” “These are absolute lies,” Naif said. “There have been no demonstrations or troubles whatsoever. “There are no differences between Talal and myself. “The people of Jordan have heen taught to control themselves in times of stress. My late father, whom they loved and respected, taught them discipline and although everybody expected serious clashes and bloodshed nothing of that kind happened.” » » ” NAIF’s eyes flashed proudly as he spoke of his father and the love of the Jordan people for him. “My father taught his people to obey and follow him and his family,” Naif continued. “They will follow us—whether it be Talal or myself or Hussein (Talal’'s eldest son). And again 1 say there is no dispute hetween us.” I asked Naif to comment on reports that Talal was forced to go to Switzerland and that he was being prevented from returning. “I awear to you by God that nobody forced my brother to leave this country,” Naif said. “Even when the plane was ready to take him my father again told Talal: “My son, if you do not want to go away then stay. Feel free to do what you want. But it is better for your sake to get the treatment you require’.” » ” = NAIF, who speaks English in a firm voice, concluded the interview by saying: “There are many who wish and who have spread

many unfounded reports dur-

| nig these tragic days. travel the

“TI invite you to

Overflow Into Hall—

By JOE ALLISON

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one table customer and the few men at the bar. But this was the way of the street. A continuous carnival of women from dusk to dawn. Joe turned me over to a waitress who had worked there a year. She got me organized with a 85 bank (to make change) and a black pocket apron to keep it in. n ” ”» “YOU PAY for the customers’ drinks yourself-—when you get them from the bar,” the waitress

told me, “Then you collect

ust But if it's a 'B’ drink for a girl you don't pay in advance. You wait to see if the customer will accept it for the girl.” “A girl gets two sticks (wooden cocktail mixers) for every ‘B’ drink. They're marked and you get them from the bartender. You either stick them in her drink or pass them to her.” The sticks --—- the waitress pointed out — were the girl's tally, Her “cut” on these is 15

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cents apiece and she turns them in at the end of the night to collect, The charge for “B” drinks was $1.70 with setups. Cus-

tomers’ drinks were 85 cents for whisky, $1 for any mixed drink and 70 cents for beer or soft drinks. The “B” drinks (watered vermouth, gin and whisky) were already poured out in doubleshot glasses and I was supposed to just pick them up from the bar tray. Whisky shots for the customers were also poured out. No matter what brand of whisky the customer ordered — that's what he got. I started hustling tables and a hostess who was sitting with two men called to me: “I want a check-out—for all three of us.” I didn’t- have the faintest notion what she meant but I got my teacher-waitress and she took over with a bottle of champagne.

Next: The champagne gyp and other shakedowns.

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office as tribal ‘leaders from all parts of the country filed past to pay their respects. Each man bent low over the young Emir's hand and kissed it and then brought the hand to his forehead. : Then Furhan Pasha Shbeilat, chief of the royal cabinet, conducted me into a room with a big dark brown desk and soberly but very tastefully fur. nished. The Regent sat on a chair while Shbeilat Pasha and I sat on a divan by the window. There were two guards outside the door dressed in their cossack uniforms and astrakahn fur hats. At the entrance to the palace stood Arab lLegion guards.

Richmond Minister Killed in Auto Crash RICHMOND, July 24 (UP)— A prominent minister from Riche mond and another person were killed today and three others hurt, {two of them cirtically, in a headon collision of an automobile and

ja pickup truck on U. 8. 35 near

{Eaton, O. | Authorities said Harry Haya, 28, Dayton, O., driver of the pick-

§ up truck was intoxicated and is

(held. { The dead were identified as the {Rev, Andrew Faulkner, 44, min-

§ |ister of the Mount Oliver Baptist

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Emir Naif and son. *

length and breadth of the land to see that the people are calm and that no troubles prevail. Had this catastrophe not befallen us my father had given me permission to go and spend a few days in Switzerland with my brother. “I was going to take his son, Huessein, with me, hoping that our presence with Talal would help him recover more quickly.” After leaving Naif I wrote my dispatch and returned to

the palace, where 1 submitted

it to Naif. With Naif was young

that he everything Naif

Hussein, who said agreed with

said to me.

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{Church, Richmond. and Mrs, Tyler, 37. Her husband, and Mildred Alderman. 26, were [taken to Reid Memorial Hospital in critical condition. | Mr. Haye was in “fair” condie [tion, authorities said.

Boy, 11, Struck by Car;

form of a general of ‘the Arab ‘Condition Is Critical

Legion when he received me. |

He was. still obviously shaken by the assassination of his father, and tired from the continual strain of meeting the endless procession of official mourners, Before he received me, Naif

Injured when he walked inte |the side of a moving car, Richard Cosgrove, 11; of 1011 Lexington {Ave,, is in critical condition at General Hospital today. He was struck by a car driven by. Donald Hogan, 18, of 1211 Lexington Ave. near the boy's

had stood for hours outside his home late yesterday.

|failed to read the titles to the bid within a month of Archie

It ‘started as a routine day. The land. While they didn’t want the Aronstam to use a 30-acre tract | Police said Sowders’ car hit a Board of Public Works and the sewers, they were legally obli- he owns on the South Side as a

Board of Zoning .Appeals were gated to pay for them.

| junk yard.

Works and Zoning Boards Get Big 'Gate’ at Sessions

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frozen foods. John Ramp, Inc. failed to win approval of use of 3811-25 Ore chard Ave. for open-air storage

But last night as I wandered about meeting Irving Berlin, Ed Gardner, Luba Malina and approved the . other First-Nighters, I mat Styne, who whispered: “we won. We used the scissors,” | And so I was waiting when she played a spectacled secretary to Lahr, who was playing an architect. ; : She tried to fell him of her love, but he was too busy with the blueprints, so she began strip-

¢ » 9 | TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: A young actress |Saturday night, killing Barbara, scheduled to meet. Works Board Deny Greenhouse Plea of automobiles. Weddle, 19. The car was stolen, Both meetings usually are at-|sewers. Lloyd and Edna Dodd were| One of the biggest turnouts of

was doing very well in a stock company, sdys did 3 Ray a the broker's wife par 5 ¥ police said. - {tended by a few citizens. But the| In the Zoning Board, a crowd denied permission to use the (the day came as more than 35

09 @ Sheriff Fred Davis said Sowd-|turnout yesterday would have|described by board members as northwest corner of Ray St. and persons appeared to support a re a ers, who was paroled after serv-/warmed the heart of any old| the “largest in recent history” Blaine Ave. for a flower shop and quest for permission to build a EARL'S PEARLS ... Paulette Goddard Is |;,0 5504 of a term for vehicle showman who counts the “gate” turned out on six major issues. | greenhouse. + |$65,000 convent for nuns at 4628 quoted at Cavanagh's this way: “What Every (auing came here Saturday to to see how the box office is doing | People filled City Couneil cham-| Hoosier Fence Co. was denied Kenwood Ave. Young Girl Should Know—a Rich Fellow.” 'make a report to parole officers.| It began in the Works Board. bers where hearings are held. the use of 3725-35 Schofield Ave. The buflding will serve as quar When you see a woman in an off-the-shoulder |Spwders stole a car to return to! One group protested the city's And they were standing In the as a storage vard. [ters for Sisters of Providence . whipping off her glasses first. : gown, notes Lynne Gilmore, you don't know Indianapolis, where he is under plan to install a series of small room, overflowing into the corri-| Smith & Guy Sea Food Co. was nuns who teach in the St. Thomas Si lly, down to bra, pants—and bare midriff whether she's going out—or coming out.—That's [$1000 bond on another vehicle- storm sewers on the East Side, dor and out into the hall, {denied use of 1809-15 N. New Jer- Aquinas Catholic Grade —she jumped up on the table. ida Earl, brother. : taking charge, the sheriff sald. !Seems the property owners had) Zone Board denied the second sey St. for sale and storage of Approval was granted. ola ites aT De i : Chron dy frre : i ig Lp eh a

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