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CAMBRIDGE, July 27—Graham Ball is a second-year student of St. John's College ‘of

. Cambridge University. The government pays his

way through school. I had a little argument with him. I met him in. a pub near the school. oH Wyas drinking beer, a pastime be- ¢ loved by college students the world over. Did some of it myself when I was in college. But I did it with the dough I earned. Granam wants to teach English literature in public schools when he is graduated. We began talking on the friendliest terms. There were a lot of things I wanted to know about an English college student. 4 Graham said his college year lasts roughly six months. He has a month off for Easter, a month off for Christmas and four months during the summer. The news made my ears wiggle. Six months out of the year would be ideal to earn your way through school, I said. Do many students work

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Ae a AT FIRST GRAHAM said it would be practically impossible to do that and reminded me a student works pretty hard in school and is entitled to a holiday. He couldn't earn much in a month. And the four months during the summer should be used to broaden oneself by travel and outside study. Most interesting. I asked him who paid his tab. He said the government did. He has a grant that entitles him to 250 pounds’ (§700) for living expenses, he receives tuition, lecture fees, examination fees, books. : A student, Graham said, can live adequately on that amount. It’s not a luxury grant but with economy in the right places a guy can get by easily. : * What do you have to do to get a grant? In his case, he had grades that qualified him for one

Africana By Robert C. Ruark

CAMP MTO-WA-MBU, Tanganyika, July 27— The workings of a safar], its insistence on detail, its delegation of labor make an endlessly fasci-

nating spectacle to me. There is so much to do and so much gets done. Fach separate function meshes with and rests on its neighbor. Nothing is done Simiesgy or without specific intent. There is practically no lost motion and few loose ends. From a dozen to 15 native boys and one white hunter make a little city for the visiting slickers. They transport that city hundreds of miles into a semi-impassable bush, over deserts, across mountains, through forests. They set it up and they tear it down in 45 minutes. You literally live like-helted earls on ‘safari. Discomfort may come while hunting or traveling from one camp site to another—after all, three or four days in an open jeep in lava dust ain't pure delight—but when you're in camp you are strictly on thé luxury kick. There is even oneday service on laundry. You drop the dirty clothes on the deck and your personal boy has them washed and pressed—with an ancient iron full of hot coals—before you come in from hunting that night.

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FAR FROM electricity, drugstores, service stations, groceries, doctors, you have the counterpart of all modern convenience plus no servant problem. We dine at six or at midnight, according to whim. You are packed, unpacked, fed, watered and generally tended without the necessity of raising a finger. The first thing to be unloaded when making camp is a table, chairs end the beverage bucket for Bwana and Memssab. Then fires are lit, one for the cook, one for the clients. The beer is ice cold—no icebox, but condensation in the water-filled bucket keeps it chilled. + The tents are up in a ‘whisk. The bath is @rawn-—carried in steaming petrol tins by hand and dumped into canvas tubs. The food is ready miraculously when you waat it, and it is sumptuous fare of as many courses as you desire. ‘It rakes no difference that it is cooked over an

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I't Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, July 27—Sittin’ around the old kitchen table at our house, we all agree we like Phil Baker—even if he did take bread out of our mouths once. Y’see, back in 45, I took a Sunday night radio show opposite Phil's. I was young—and nobody told me. Pretty soon Phil was still on. And I didn’t have anything to do Sunday nights but go to Epworth League. Phil, the ‘ “$64 Question” man, celebrated 40 years in show business the other day. Since I hadn’t seen him for something like an hour or two, IT wanted to wish the old gaffer well. (A nice deep well, preferably.) At a ripe, hoary 55, he was as bright and spry as a man twice his age, and claimed to recall working once with Ben Bernie. “Ben lived up in the Bronx,” sajd Phil, who never forgets a place, “and I was always auditioning for him when he was in bed.” Phil, who's the accordion’s best friend, next to pleats, added, “I was always dragging my accordion up there.” Accordion to Phil, it was discouraging. “He'd look at me with one eye open and say Come back in 6 months.’ One day he said, ‘Come back tomorrow.’ ” Phil's one of the nicest guys around, and I almost asked him if he'd help my Gorgeous Mother-in-Law celebrate her 50th vear of washing dishes. Why do only actors celebrate. You never hear of a cop celebrating 60 years of getting bunions or a secretary celebrating getting corns where she works the hardest. When Sid Silvers was his stooge, they had this

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Joke: “1 know a woman who sleeps with cats.” “Who?” “Mrs, Katz.” o 0

THE AUDIENCE always knew the punch line. Once when the late Charles Butterworth was the stooge and Phil said “Who?” Butterworth said “What's it to you?” Many was the hearty laugh heard over that one. Another milestone in our antiquarian’'s memory was the Ziegfield Midnight Frolics opening abont '22. That night the prima donna sang off key. : What d'ya mean, THAT night?) “I can’t sing very good,” said Phil, following her on stage, “but I got a lot of confidence after listening to that dame.” “Interpreting this as a criticism,” said Phil, “her boy friend waited at the stage door and kicked the hell out of me.” la

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of the 150 grants in his home county. That's all there was to it. ‘ ‘ eT So ~ DOES IT MAKE any difference if the family has the money to send a youth to college? No. Could his family send him without help from the government? Yes. Does he feel any sense of guilt taking money when he could earn it or get it from his family? No, why should he? Plenty of people who have more money than they need are contributing through taxes for education. The temperature in the room began to rise. Was he in favor of the Labor Government? Certainly. Did he pay any taxes yet? Not yet? Did he believe in the theory that if you didn't work you didn’t eat? “No. How can you measure intellectual contribution as compared to actual labor?

where the money he received came from?

government to distribute, ers received adequate pay and the tax rate was reasonable. The more you earn the more you pay because you don’t need more than a certain amount to live. LS

LITTLE RED SPOTS began to float around | I presented a hypothetical case. I |

the room. said that if I was clever enough, worked hard

enough to make 30,000 pounds ($100,000) a year, | I should give a greater portion of my earnings to |

‘he government and indirectly to free loaders?

“You don’t need 30,000 pounds a year. Nobody |

needs that much money,” answered Graham.

right?” “Yes” “Why?” “Because you don’t need that much money,” he repeated. : We didn't make much progress after that. Graham wouldn’t listen to my remarks about killing initiative, imagination. It didn’t worry him in the least that you were strangling free enterprise. He liked his position. Wait until he goes to work.

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Safari Workings Is F as cinating

open fire. Ali, my cook, has a fine bake oven made of a tin box, set among coals. He turns out a very fancy cake.

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WHEN YOU ARE traveling, and picnic on the | road, the lunch box planned the night before |

contains enough choices for a lavish cold buffet. If your car- breaks down, the safari boss is an expert mechanic and has spare parts for any conceivable emergency. If you get sick or a snake bites you or a buffalo tramples you he has sufficient knowledge of first aid and dosage, plus ample medicines, to cure you or 1epair you temporarily. You distill your own water, of course. If there is no dead wood handy for fuel, a mixture of gasoline and oil, burning in a pit, cooks nicely. You sleep on cots, naturally, but covering the cots is a choice of either air or ordinary mattress. In the field your right arm is your gunbearer. A good one never hands you the wrong gun. The gun is always loaded when it should be and never when it shouldn’t. He trails you like a wraith, because it is conceivable that your life depends upon his being in the right place at the right time. He is your guide, tracker, wet nurse and personal manservant while you are inh the game country, and the first thing he does every evening is clean your guns and stow your equipment. THE ADMINISTRATION of gear, food boxes, skinners, porters, cooks, valets, washer gentlemen, tents, guns, linens, fuel, spare parts, whisky, medicine vehicles, guns, cameras, pressure lamps, mosquito nets, beer, coke and sundries calls for two kinds of special genius. Your white hunter is the high-level supervisor of the package job you bought away back in Nairobi. His headboy is the implementor, and his daily life is composed of a thousand details plus the iron-handed supervision of the entire staff, Our Juma, a Coast Swahili with a sly sense of humor and no apparent need for sleep, is as close to a thousand-handed paragon as ever I met. Our touring community is quite an operation, as intricate as a jigsaw. And we carry the whole caboodle in one lousy truck.

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Has Some Good Wishes For Spry Phil Baker

came backstage, cheered Phil up, and persuaded Sam Harris to put Phil on first. And he was-a sensation. “It was a nice thing to do and it changed my career,” cackled our creaking veteran. Yep, we like Phil. We must because we still spoke to him after he said, “I wish Bob Benchley, Charlie Butterworth, Ben Bernie and Sam Harris were still here so they could be my pal-bearers.” 2 o“

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THE MIDNIGHT EARL . . . Milton Berle and Joyce Mathews are seeing each other again. They have a date one day this weekend . . . Johnny Johnston gave Shirley Carmel a diamond “friendship” ring at the Pen & Pencil. Still married to Kathryn Grayson, he’s revised the old song to, “I Can’t Give You Anything but Friendship.” John Golden's having an eye cataract operation. . . , Today's Daily Double: Sen. Elmer Quinn and “Two on the Aisle” cutie Schuyler. . . . Hey, Barry Gray and Jack Eigen story’s around again that one of the disc jock set gets up to $800 to plug a platter. Can this be true? o> < o TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: Asked whether he'd rather give up wine or women a GI answered, “Depends on the vintage.” ° <> GOOD RUMOR MAN: A gambling syndicate headed by a Headliner offered a million for the gambling rights in the Bahamas. . . Author James Jones turned down $1000 per lecture. . . Iceland will reopen in the fall as a cowboy spot. « . « Cary Grant arrives to discuss a big TV deal with NBC. . . . Harry Steinman, Fran Warren's husband, signed a lease on the Diamond Horseshoe and will reopen it in the fall. . , . Jeannie Parker is Freeport’'s gift to TV. od cD RHUBARB: Henry Wallace will be called back to the House Un-American Activities Committee. . . Sleeping pills are sold openly in a couple B'way shops without prescriptions. Joe Louis canceled his German tour because promoters couldn't put up the $25,000 guarantee. oD ob ALL OVER: Big new drink is the “Dagmartini,” served with two olives. . . . Lois Andrews is here hiding out with her new love. . . . What Honorary Deputy Police Commissioner is annoying cops by parking next to hydrants? “* EARL'S PEARLS . .. “You can’t fool all the people all the time,” says Cindy Heller at Cafe Society. “Just your boss is all that's necessary.” > Hn & ; B'WAY, BULLETINS: Phil Regan, in Washington taping interviews for his Armed Forces radio show, saw Generals Bradley, Marshall, Collins, and Gates, Frank Pace and Charles Wilson. . . . A Miami Beach hotel owner bounced a $2500 check off Bill Miller, . . . The Howie Horowitzes have a boy (Steven Clift) after 3 gals. : ha ob WISH I'D SAID THAT: Pat Rooney, explaining his youthful look at 71, at a Waldemere Hotel testimonial, said, “My father knew how to bring up children. He only hit us in self-defense. ~ Greeting to customers by Edmund Mori: “Sit down and draw up a check.” , , , That's Earl,

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. FRIDAY, JULY 27, 1951

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‘Believed To Be Armed And Dangerous’

JOSEPH F. BENT JR, member of “unholy 10” “Hardened veteran of robbery, destruction, violence” . Broke out of Gretna, La. jail in May, 1950, after 25-year

sentence for post office holdup « « «» “Armed and extremely dangerous” . . . Likes to fish and hang around fire departments . , . Is a movie and mechanical magazine fan . . . 6 ft. 1 in.,, 164 pounds, brown eyes and hair, ruddy face, s/ ars on point of chin, left index finger, above right eye, under chin, left side of forehead, right thumb and elbow,

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HENRY R. MITCHELL, 54, convicted of many crimes, now sought for bank robbery . . . Held up Williston, Fla., bank in 1948 for $10,353... Crimes date back 27 years, include forgery, burglary, larceny, narcotics ... “Believed to be armed and dangerous” . .. Described as a dar-

ing gambler and race track:

habitue . . . 5-5, 155 lbs. . . . brown eyes, gray-brown hair... May be working as clerk, auditor, machinist or porter... Has scars on left wrist, and inside left eyebrow . . . Right little finger is crooked . . . Mole on right cheek , . . Called habitual criminal, ,

HARRY H. BURTON, 48, vicious, cold-blooded murderer . « « Linked in Hollywood with Bugsy Siegel type of hoodlums , . . Shot Robert Crane in the head during a robbery because Crane, ordered to lie on floor, became uncomfortable and started to shift position. . . Is heavy drinker. Smooth talker, fancy eater, big gambler _ . .. 5-10, 190 pounds . .. brown hair, gray eyes... small, black scars on face , . . bigger scars behind ears May wear make-up, sometimes mustache.

FREDERICK E. PETERS, 65, check artist deluxe and former impersonator of President Roosevelt . . . Once posed as FDR in cashing a bogus check . « « Smooth-talking Peters has been peddling phony checks for almost 50 years, using about 130 different names... Even fleeced his parents by using an alias and telegraphing that their son

was dead; they wired money for return of body . . Assumes roles of government official, physician, professor or clergyman, preying on charity groups, individuals or firms . .... 5-8, 160 1bs., blue-gray eyes, glasses.

MEYER DEMBIN, 38, “one of America’s most daring bank robbers” . ., . A “punk” from New York's slums, he started smoking opium at 17, still takes it . . . Has robbed banks in most major U. 8. cities . Likes expensive duds, “whistle bait” molls and showy jewelry . + . Speaks smooth, slangless English . . . Likes to discuss radio programs, books, horse

bets . . . Stoop-shouldered and pale . . . Scurries to hospitals for treatment 5-8, 150 pounds , . . brown hair, brown eyes Sometimes wears horn-rimmed glasses . . . scar on right cheekbone, mole on

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WILLIAM F. SUTTON, 50, bank robber and prison breaker . + « He held up New York City bank in March, 1950, and fled with about $64,000 . .. Escaped from Philadelphia prison in 1947 + « » Believed armed and mean + o « “Constantly” chews gum . « « Wears or carries gloves in all season , . . Dresses neatly and conservatively , . . Speaks softly and courteously ... May

wear tinted or sun glasses to disguise appearance . .. 5-8, 150 1bs. . . . brown hair, blue eyes, may use glasses for reading . . . faint scars on left wrist, right elbow , ., . Mole on forehead.

‘I Went To Work Along Honky-Tonk Row’'—

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One club—The -21—calls itself the “home of beautiful girls.” It proclaims it with a huge sign. It says so all the time—using the sign as a trademark, It says it with a frame of neon cparklers. “See our beautiful girls,” the trying to steer the passing trade into the individual homesteads. “Come right in.” Then they spice the bait. “Best hubba-hubba girls on the street,” they chant. Inside—the emcees whip up the hubba-hubba with descriptions of the girls or other buildups. There is a variety of buildups. Most of them are “jokers.” They're just something to say to spur the interest for the girl's appearance. “She’s from Georgia,” an emcee introduces a girl. ‘She's been raised on grits and cornpone.” Another emcee might do the same thing more obviously. “She’s from Paris,” he announces, “Paris—Illinois.” If you take the build-ups seriously — some of them give you quite a shock when you see the girl perform. “Now we have a girl who has played before the crowned heads. of Europe,” an emcee declares. The girl goes through her repertoire of tricks. Each girl has one—more or less different -—to vary the routine stripping. This one—who has “played before thé crowned heads of Europe”’—snaps her bra at the customers. One of the women emcees ignores such crudities as buildups. She puts a sewing circle touch to the whole proceedings by announcing: “And now—— here’s another one of our ladies!” > A With the rivalry for business, the clubs are constantly changing feature acts. But it's to keep the customers com-

seven nights honkey-tonk row.)

(This Is the fifth article of ig in Calumet City’s:

ing to the street. A lot of them are “regulars” and “repeaters.”

A feature act that always has : a strip-tease

been popular is with a dummy. The dummy may be a man’s head in a cape, a hulking gorilla or a Charlie McCarthy type. In my bailiwick—the Show Club — a feature performer named Evelyn West was drawing the crowds with a bulbouseyed “Charlie McCarthy.” And something else. On a street where “falsies” would be a disgrace, Evelyn West was billed as the girl “with the $50,000 treasure chest—insured by Lloyds of London.” The regular G-string giris come in all types—running the gamut from the showgirl, the plain homebody to the blowsy blond. Two of the prettiest showgirl types—sisters—were working in my place. A good share of the girls don’t have pretty faces. But — generally — they have shapely figures. The girls frequently change clubs and move on to spots in other cities. This year’s crop— on the whole—is not so young or pretty as last year’s. But the customers aren’t complaining. The main attraction for the job is money. It would be difficult — if not impossible —to find another job that offers so much hard cash for so little talent, The girls in the Show Club were drawing a weekly salary of $125 to $135. With their “take” in “B"” drinks they were making from $200 to $300. ~~ Some of the girls are divorA couple of the arid girls —1 was told by 4 Waitress— were supporting sick husbands. 7, A) a i * Tay

Most of them were in Chicago. Costumes are the big expense of the job. The girls have to buy them and they complain that it's a big ‘bite out of the bankroll.” : “They have to be speciafly made,” one girl told me. “The dresses cost from $90 to $100 each and we should have four changes.” “Just the fringe over the Gstring costs $8—if it's double. And you can’t wear any of the

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The costumes in the big clubs

.are pretty flossy. They run from

elaborate burlesque stage types to evening gowns—sometimes in velvet or sequins. \ ~ Underthings are just as fancy. In other clubs the dresses might be anything from a froufrou in crinoline to an ning dress with a little A

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MORELY V. KING, 49, wanted for trunk murder of his wife . Mrs. King was

strangled in California in 1947, her body stuffed into a trunk and hidden under a hotel porch where King worked and lived

. An international adventurer, he fled home at 15 and lived in Europe and North Africa An accomplished chef, King operated restaurants in New Orleans and San Luis Obispo, Cal. . .. Speaks Spanish, French, Italian . . . He limps, right leg being shorter than left 6-1, 210, brown hair and eyes, sometimes wears glasses . 1-inch scar at right eyebrow, :

FREDERICK J. TENUTO, 36, wanted for murder . .. Charged with wanton killing of James DeCaro, south Philadelphia ... Called “a hoodlum who turned from juvenile thievery to banditry and murder” . Broke out, in 1947, from ‘“es-cape-proof” Philadelphia County prison . .. Carries two guns under belt and has said he'll be taken only if “shot in bed” . . . Amateur boxer, likes football,

baseball, basketball . . . Reads adventure stories, likes radio and movies . . . has “smoldering volcano” disposition . . . Something of a “wallflower” ih 5-5, 143 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, dark complexion

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There Is A ‘Joker’ In Hubba Hubba

By EDAN WRIGHT CALUMET CITY, Ill., July 27 (CDN)—Each club on honky-tonk row holds the mortgage on hubba-hubba for the girls in the Homestead—according to the barker, the billboard display and the emcees.

And the underthings are sometimes grotesque, One blond winds up with purple gloves, a G-string and a red flower pasted

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In the early morning hours gome of the girls get bolder— especidlly * if they've had too many drinks. Iwas told not to serve some of the girls real liquor—-even if they demanded it. The girls spit out most of their “B” drinks (watered liquor) in extra glasses. But even with this procedure— in a’ busy evening-—they can get pretty tight. . Three of our hostesses were having a big evening one Saturday. One was weaving between the tables complaining there were too many customers in the aisles. Another wound up with her’ dress half off her shoulder. She tumbled into laps and embraced a cop when he came in.

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THOMAS (SCUP) KLING, 53, hunted for bank robbery and suspicion of murder , .. He and four others held up Hawley, Pa., bank . . . Bullet-torn body of an accomplice, Harold Meehan, was dumped before New York hospital a month later . Described as a “Houdini,” he's been in and out of many jails . . . suffers inferiority complex from short stature (5-5, 124 pounds) .. . Is profusedly tattooed — eagle and ship on chest; spread eagle with ‘Union and Liberty” on right arm; horseshoe, Indian head, sailor, flag also on right arm; nurse, heads, others on left arm.

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OLLIE GENE EMBRY, 22, hunted for bank robbery. .. . He and three other hoodlums held up a bank in Columbia, Ill, on Feb. 6 and fled with

about $9000. . . . They escaped in a stolen car, and all but Embry were caught in short time. Started as juvenile, has long record of theft, robbery. . . . Handsome and intelligent. . Considered dangerous, known to carry. guns in two holsters. . . . Reads pulp magazines.\ . . Is 6-1, about 170 Ibs. . Brown hair, blue eyes, ruddy complexion, scar above chin. . . . May work as laborer, ranch or farm hand, taxi driver, welder, Story, Page T.

A new recruit — called the “Old Lady”-—hadn’t been doing 80 well cadging “B"” drinks on previous evenings. - She wanedered from customer to customer and usually finished by sending out for a hot dog which I! she ate, disconsolately, in a » a corner. On Saturday she hit pay dirt with a bearded prospector from Texas, She got a champagne party. going. The prospector lavishly reordered. And when the “Old Lady” got up she could hardly stand on her feet. ; . - “Don’t you know you're supposed to spit the drink out in the frosted glass?” a waltress scolded. “You're drunk!” “I'm notth the leasthh bitt drunkth,” the “Old Lady” re“torted indignantly. ‘Tm justh tiredth, that’sth alith.”