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COVENTRY, England, July 30—The Coventry Cathedral was destroyed on the night of Nov. 14, 1940, in one of the biggest and most sustained air raids on England. Every Christian ought to see the ruins that still stand, Every Christian ought to walk the length of what used to be Coventry Cathedral and see the inscription on the altar in the sanctuary: “Father Forgive.”

While I'm at it, I will suggest that every Christian spend a few moments with The Very Rev. R. T. Howard, Provost of Coventry, who witnessed the beginning of destruction ‘and remained until all was lost except his faith that the enemy wouldn't succeed in his ultimate aims.

Before the embers cooled and the smoke quit rising from the ruins, Provost Howard wrote: “All night long the city burnt, And her Cathedral burnt with her emblem of the eternal truth that when men suffer, God suffers with them. Yet the tower still stood, with its spire soaring to the sky —emblem of God's over-ruling majesty and love, which will help us to survive the suffering and build a city and a world founded on eternal ove.”

IT TAKES a strong man to write such words at a time when the enemy is just beginning to unleash his full power and you_ face him® only with the belief that justice will triumph over evil. But that's the kind of a man the Provost is. Today he is waiting for the decision in the architect's competition which will decide what kind of a cathedral will rise on the very spot where the other stood for 600 years.

There is something about the man that makes You believe without -any reservation that we will

triumph over the present menace to the peace

of the world. Provost Howard doesn’t exude fire and brimstone. He is mid of voice, gentle of manner. No setback makes him dispair. 1 attended a service in the Chapel of Unity.

Africana By Robert C. Ruark

CAMP MTO-WA-MBU, Tanganyika, July 30--Tt is very possible that I will be assailed by the pird watchers and vegetarians and other natural cults for this expedition, which is basically premised on killing God's creatures, which never did me no harm, at all, at all. For just once I would like permission to try to write how a hunter feels about the things he kills. - It is awkward to say that a man kills only ait of reverence for the things he kills, or else he kills only for necessary meat. A sportsman fits either category, and often can combine the two. An assassin kills just for the sake of killing. He likes to watch things die. A sportsman does not actually kill an animal gs an animal. If he is shooting elephant he is not shooting the beast. He is collecting the tusks. With a lion it's mane. With a leopard it’s conformation. With a rhino it is snout horn, and with. antelope, such as the majestic greater kudu, it is horn again. kB

YOU SAY that the administration of arbitrary death for sport is evil, possibly. But you catch a fish and swat a fly and trample a snake. You wear shoes made of leather from dead beasts and you eat flesh and fowl and sea food. I imagine, from the flea’s-eye view, life is as pleasant to a flea as to you or me. And, certainly, you waste no tears on the bullock which has died to give you steak or make your gloves or keep your feet shod. Or the minks which clothe madame in opulence. The sportsman does not shoot indiscriminatelv, because that would cheapen the acquisition of the trophy that he- seeks. What the sportsman seeks is to bestow the gift of immortality on the thing he shoots. That is, when he is shooting for souvenirs, of course—heads, trophies, whatever you choose to call them. He is trying to imprison the beauty of the scene, the excitement of the moment, and to isolate his own skill or courage as an entity for all his life. He will look at the leopard mask pr the sable head and remember, always, how he felt and what he saw and what he did that day.

It Happe ened Last Night

By Earl Wilson

NEW: YORK, July 30—You—reading this ona bus, or street car or in your palatial kitchen may have been worried lately about whatever happened to you. “I can't get anywhere because I haven't got pull and connections,” you might have said. “I'm nobody.” If you're a nobody — Congratulations! You're really in luck. In this und of the Little Guy, it's becoming increasingly true that the Nobody gets to the top And the Somebody with Influence and Name works his way to the bottom. “This is really corn,” I can hear the cynics saying if they have read this far. 1 am no cynic. I still have stars in my eyes, and believe success stories, gnd. in Santa Claus and Texas. ale a SUPPOSE YOU want to be a writer . , . Wealthy, influentgl women I have known gomebodies—have brought out books which they couldn't force down the public gullet even with all their connections. But Tennessee Williams, who was an usher around here, and Truman Capote; who was almost penniless, and James Jones, who lived in a trailer—a real galaxy of Nobodies—became pretty big literary figures. “Hogwash!” you might say. {ly are everything.” I wonder if Robert A. Taft thinks so. He has a pretty good name, and comes from a fairish family. But some Nobodies kept him from the prize he wanted most of all, and he may possibly wonder if he mightn’t have made the presidency had his name been something other than

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OUR - CITY has humerous kings, counts, princes and dukes who are the somebodiest of the world. The poor bums can't get a decent Job. Their names are against them, And I also think of Mr. Frederick ‘Vanderbilt Field who, by his cleverness with the Leftists, eems to be working his way down from a Somev to a Number. Be glad you were born a Nobody. It was your

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Prior to the war it was used for storage purposes. Actually it was an underground crypt about which few knew and the history of which was long forgotten. i oa : AFTER THE GREAT raid the faithful went underground and to this day use it for worship. It was named the Chapel of Unity because the Provost realized his people needed the strength that, comes from banding together if the spiritual side of the Cathedral was.to remain intact. The great organ which Handel often played is now replaced with an upright piano. In the crypt and when the worshippers raise their voices in song: “Still to the lowly soul ‘He doth himself impart, and for His dwelling and His throne chooseth the pure in heart,” it is a thing of beautiful sounds. The musty odor, damp stones, naked electric lights and wobbly chairs add to the resolute purpose of the people who stood by the Provost, You wonder about the power of silent prayer. You watch the spiritual leader and try to imagine what it would take to go through as much as he has and still be able to order “Father Forgive" to be cut above the altar.

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TODAY, THERE is grass growing inside the walled shell of the Coventry Cathedral. The center aisle is gravel and leads directly to the charred Cross. It is made of burned beams which fell from the roof. . The Provost refers to the cross § “the black cross of suffering.” After the visit with Provost Howard, I felt that people everywhere ought to be told to try and imagine their own churches ruthlessly destroyed. It can happen. her you believe it can or can't in distant America, I want to say how much easier it is to believ@™it can when you're here or have traveled on the Continent. The dominant thought isn’t whether it can happen again, it's when, It's in the air, in people’'s hearts and minds.

How A Hunier Feels About Things He Kills

THE ANIMAL dies, which is incidental. No wild animal, save possibly elephant, dies naturallv. A clean swift bullet through the heart is vastly kinder than being eaten while still alive by hyenas. A zebra which feeds a camp of natives and makes a rug for my floor has died less painfully and to more point than if he were pulled down by a lion.

Even the carnivores do not die naturally. Friend of mine shet a lion recently whose entire hindquarters had been shattered hy another lion's claws or fangs. He was paralyzed and on the. point of death from starvation when my buddy eame aeross him, and mercifully saved him from the hyenas, A

THE SELECTIVITY of shooting is astounding. Most of the trophy heads collected by true sportsmen are of male animals past their prime -—usually exiled from the herd by the younger bulls or from the family of lions or whatever. In elephant, for instance, a fellow with decent tusks is so old that the young buckos have long since ousted him, and he is through with breeding forever. This goes for most animals; you have but speeded up their fate a little, and rather kindly, with a bullet. Nature is much more cruel to its own than man is eruel to the things of nature. I feel no compunction over ‘an eland bull I killed recently. His nearly 2000 pounds of edible flesh will keep 13 native families going for quite a spell off the dried jerky, and his recordbook head recalls a magnificent day and a wonderful adventure. I feel the same about the lions and antelopes and all the meat I shot for the camp to eat. I feel the same about the nonedible trophies, which will give me pleasure, long after the animal's natural life span. 1 suppose anvone who kills wilfully is basically vagrant from spiritual perfection, but I will listen to arguments only from bona fide vegetarians who do not wear fur coats or.leather shoes.

If You’re-a Nobody You're Really in Luck Time--was signed to headline the Copacahana

Aug. 9. “Oklahoma!” closing Saturday, goes out-of-town; away out—to Germany Jimmy Doolittle's Korea-bound . . . Danny Gardella,” the

ballplayer who jumped to the Mexican League, has joined the Hotel Concord athletic staff.

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ALL OVER: Bartley Crum, Rita Hayworth’s lawyer, now practically commutes to his law offices in Israel. He just got a visa for “several journeys” . Cornell Wilde, anxious to marry Jean Wallace, won't contest Pat Knight's divorce case, ON BROADWAY we have genuine democracy. Dolores Gray is the new Wonder Girl. Dolores, the new singing star of the Aisle, was the nobodiest Nobody in the world a few seasons back. But one week ago “she happened,” ag. they say around here, and now the nice people of our town are so anxious to help her that they may even exaggerate about her talent.

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“Poor Wilson; he's blown his carrot,” the cynics are mumbling now, Maybe you want to he a‘ business genius? One who's heen splashing

across the papers in Lou Lurie, once a Chicago newsboy, lately “Mr. San Francisco.” He recently flashed a $3,000,000 check while trying to buy Warner Bros. and had $60,000,000 to $100,000,000 riding behind that from associates. “. od. GOOD RUMOR MAN: Jake Gusick and Tony Accardo, the Chicago bad boys, will be the next to find themselves in real trouble with the U. 8S. . Private screening audiences are raving about Harry Popkin’s powerful new movie, “The Well” .« Arthur: MacArthur saw . the matinee of “Seventeen,” where HE was® the matinee idol . +. The boys are saying wow about Peggy Dow In "Bright Vietory."” "o% ow RW AY RU LLETINS: Nice guy Bert Lahr, in a very handsome gesture may ask that Dolores Gray be upped to equal billing with him

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MONDAY, JULY 30, 1951

Pay ‘Wickedest

(This is the last story of seven nights in Calumet City's honky-

tonk row).

: By

EDAN WRIGHT

| Times Special Writer

CALUMET CITY, Il,

July 30—A little more than

a year ago a group of this town's citizens got their

tonk row.

They had a rudé awakening. Word had got around on a nation-wide scale that you could see or do just about anything in Calumet City. The place, of course, “The Street.” Shocked and fighting mad, the group of citizens organized a committee. They did some investigating and then went to their mayor and chief of police for a showdown. “My husband has been all over the world and he calls Calumet City (referring to “The Street,”) the filthiest, vilest and evilest place he has ever seen,” | one woman said. A man spoke of “an entertainer coming out with nothing on but shoes.” “We all know where we can _place a bet if we want to,” a woman remarked. “Why aren't the 2 a. m. and 4 a. m. closing hours enforced?’ another woman asked. ” = » POLICE CHIEF HENRY WLEKLINSKI told them the police force was inadequate to cope with every-day protection problems. Sometimes only three or four men were on a shift. Mayor Frank Kaminski pointed out that the city revenue came mainly from the night club and saloon licenses and that municipal services were being furnished without an increase in taxes because of this. These were tough punches. Taxes are lower in Calumet City than any place else in the region, And many people have estahlished homes there on that account,

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dander up and launched a drive to clean up their honky

People live in Calumet City and work in Chicago, in Hammond, and other nearby cities. Its biggest—and main—industry is its night clubs and saloons.

It has 32 night clubs and 118.

saloons—according to a report Chief Wleklinski gave the citizens’ committee, With a population in the 15,000 bracket, it figures as one bar for each 100 persons, That's ‘one of the highest ratios in the United States. Not all the clubs and saloons are on “The Street.” But it's “The Street” that has given the town its reputation.

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“THE STREET” developed as a honky-tonk paradise during the rearmament years hefore Pearl Harbor, The defense workers of the big Calumet industrial region were flush with money and begging for a place to spend’ it. It had moved with fancy trimmings from the booze and prostitution haunts on Plummer Ave. Plummer Ave. -— one block north—originate in Hammond. An old shanty section, it became so unsavory that Hammond:changed the name of the Indiana portion to Willow Ct. The citizens’ committee was tackling a deeply rooted problem. It's members presented Mayor Kaminski with a cleanup program. They started working for legislation to change the closing time to 1 a. m. They sought the advice of Sen. Estes Kefauver (D. Tenn.) when the Senate Crime Committee came to Chicago last October. Sen. Kefauver visited the street.

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The scare produced some minor alterations. ‘The big pho tographs of naked women that used to hang outside and inside some of the clubs are gone. They disappeared mysteriously a week before the committee demanded their removal. The glittering lights now go

off around 3 a. m. But the shows continue inside until 4, 5 and 6 in the morning. n ” ” SOME EMCEES even joke

about the citizens’ committee and the Kefauver delegation, The jokes started shortly after the citizens’ committee made its protest, While the Kefauver commiftee was in Chicago an emcee would pick out a customer who was coming In, squat down

Frank's Super-Supermarket Packs 'Em fim

‘An Old Country Store Gone

By RICHARD KLEINER

Times Special Writer HACKENSACK, N. J, July 30—Frank Packard is a lot like: the store he runs, except in size. He's a small man and his store is tremendous. But they're both dynamic, successful, well groomed and a little flamboyant. His business is hard to pin a label on.. It's too big to be called just a store, yet it isn't quite big enough to be a regular department store: Mr. Packard himself has trouble classifying it. “I guess vou could call it an

old country store, gone modern,” is the way he describes Packard - Bamberger, known

more simply New Jersey as Packard's. That's an apt description. Like an old-fashioned general store, Packard's chief business is food. It is a super-supermar-ket, with shelves stretching for over a city block. You can stand at the check-out counter and look down to the other end and it seems like it must be in another county.

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BUT THERE'S much more to Packard's than the food departments. Sharing the first floor with them are counters where | you can buy drugs and men's furnishing and closet accessories and liquor. In the basement are such things as housewares and hardware and radios. On the second floor is a com- | plete fashion store for women. Outside is a garden shop and garage. Tucked in odd corners are a barber shop, restaurant, post office, bar and cobbler’s shop. As far as Mr.

Packard can

Times Carrier Killed Riding Bike at Brazil

Times State Service

BRAZIL, July 30-—-David Lee! Roor, a 14-year-old Indianapolis, Times carrier here, was

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[Falls next Monday. | | Driver of the car was Robert Baker, New York, who with his, wife was returning from a vaca-| tion trip. He ‘told authorities he was passing the bicycle’ when the boy rode~into the lane in which 'he was driving. vw

Surviving are David's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Albeft BZ Boor; two brothers, James and Phillip; three sisters, Phyllis, Janet “and Debra ‘and hig grandparents, Mr. and| Mrs, Harry E. Boor.

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arrange it, everything is selfservice, It is his theory that the self-service method of merchandising saves customers money. He says his store gives about 83-cents-worth of merchandise for the consumer's: dollar. Packard's, which opened in 1932, he believes. And he sees a completely self-service department store as the next forward step in merchandising. “It's a very simple idea,” he says. “So simple, in fact, that nobody sees it. Manufacturers just don't package soft merchandise right for self-service now, but it's only a matter of time.” ~ = ~ PACKARD sits in a big, comfortable office on the building's second floor. The windows are unscreened and open. and bees fly in and out from their nests in the ivy that covers the snowy white walls, His office is decorated with dozens of pictures and framed clippings, with hundreds of ribbons from his horseshow days. with a set of golf clubs mounted on a wooden plaquge-sith-.a pair of hoxing gloves from Joe Louis. “lI helped Louis get started riding horses,” Mr. Packard saves, “and he gave me those gloves. He claimed he knocked out Billy Conn with them.” Mr. Packard leans back in his chair and talks about his business as though it were a person. He is a healthy-looking 44, with

curly brown hair and a ruddy complexion. He wears white shoes, white collars and cuffs

on a blue shirt and a polka-dot tie. He is the picture of a successful businessman.

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with his above his eyes and say: “Lookee, here comes Sen. Kefauver. Give him a big hand!"

While I was working on “The Street” I watched an emcee pull a similar routine. A stripper had just finished her act. The emcee hopped out, ing to a customer. “Well, Tobe Vv" cracked, have been?”

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A missing item in all the clubs was a visible sign ta mark the fire exits. Yet there were neon lights to guide customers tn the rest rooms. At the Show lub IT regularly saw servicemen being fleeced in EVP operations. A waitress told

me this was against the rules of the house. But—in just ons case—some Navy boys were “taken” for $40. By the time I had finished my job on the street I couldn't escape it fast enough.

I hurried out into the daylight. There were men still roaming around-—in various stages of intoxication. One woman was being sick on the sidewalk. “Where are you going, baby doll?” one man asked me as he blocked my path. I sidestepped Lim. “Where are you going. bahy? another man queried, making a grah for my arm. “Home.” 1 shouted. And took off on a run.

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* MAN AND STORE Biggest food berets under one roof.

wag a youth who loved litera ture, and he majored in that field at Yale. But he graduated in the depression days, and literary scholars weren't in great demand. His education got him a job ‘zelling books in Brooklyn, One called him sack about “crazy idea.” The “crazy idea” gigantic supermarket Packard took a long getting sold on the scheme.

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first man couldn't make a go of it, and Packard and Edgar Bamberger, who was looking

for something to do after selling hig big Newark department store, took it over. Mr. Packard invented the first self-service carrying cart. He worked with manufacturers on packaging. He undersold competitors.

" uo * IN 1938, HE CHALLENGED the state's fair trade law. In a big ad, headlined “We are wilfully violating the most pernicious law ever passed in the Stae of New Jersey,” he deliberately marked down pricefixed goods. The case was taken to the State Supreme Court; and Packard won,

Through the years, Pack-

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ard’ g has prospered. Today it has a 12-acre site. It can park 3000 cars. On its shelves are a fabulous variety of foods, such as 32 different brands of canned peaches. In a week it sells over 3000 cases of heer, a couple of tons of frankfurters, Over an average week-end it will have 30,000 customers. It claims to do the largest food business under one roof in the country. “I can't prove that, of course,” says Frank Packard. “But whenever anybody else makes that claim, I challenge them to compare figures. So far, I've had no takers.”

Kentucky Legion Official Killed In Auto Crash

Times State Service July 30—-John PB Hagner, 57, Louisville, a member of the national executive commit. tee of the American Legion, died today of injuries received in a head-on automobile collision yesiterday while returning from the state Legion convention in Indian-

apolis. Mr. Hagner was a past state

tucky and a past grand chef of 40 & 8 in Kentucky. Another prominent Legion leader in Kentucky was critically hurt. Marion Kiess, Louisville, past grand chef of 40 & 8 in Kentucky, was in the Seymour Hospital. Dennis I.. Long was dri

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