Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 August 1951 — Page 17

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in ting

5 fessed shooting Elizabeth Avery,

VINC “an automobile to northwestern , 1s too tough. There should be an easier

getting there and still have wheels. A person see the national parks by riding the tourist b 8 but that's not my idea of get-

ting the most for your money. The one question that runs through your mind while you're roiling over the great plains and mountains is how did the pioneers make it with covered wagons. They must have been tough hombres. : ¥

\ > & ~~ GLACIER NATIONAL PARK is undoubtedly more spectacular than Yellowstone from the standpoint of height and gradeur in the raw. You gee less commercialism and points of interest aren't teeming with tourists. Even the hears are more aloof than their orothers in Yellowstone. Throwing snowballs is strictly kid stuff and how the grownups love it in Glacier. It was the first time I ever made snowballs and had difficulty throwing because of a sunburned back. One of the highlights of the tour through the glacier area was a ride on the ski lift of Big Mountain. The lift takes you up about 1200 feet and when you get to, the top you're well over

1 don't see how anyone has the nerve to let go of a cloud and start sliding down on two hunks of wood. Surely there are easier ways of acquiring compound fractures. od &

~ IN THE SUMMER the side of Big Mountain Jooks bleak and rough, The operator of the ski lift said with the first snowfall about the middle of September Big Mountain changes into a white fairyland, By Christmas the ski artists will be traveling over 15 and 20 feet of snow. My cousin, Wally Garstka of Peoria, and I, headed for Yellowstone from Glacier National. Quite a chunk of real estate Personally, I prefer driving around the hills of Brown County. Not that I'm frightened of height, understand, it's just that I feel more comfortable. On our way to Old Faithful, just as we were rolling down a slight incline Wally yelled, “The engine's dead.” Fine. A 1951 Studebaker with 8500 miles on it conks out and you begin to have visions of sleeping with the bears.

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, Aug. 22—Mr. Bernard Baruch's latest advice to the American people, given on his 81st birthday, was the simple injunction: “Don’t bellyache.” I expect he confused the pure definition of the word a bit and meant “whine,” because B. M. has been a great bellyacher for many a year. Bellyaching has earned him a reputation

as a hard thinker and a powerful force for in-.

telligence. In the dictionary, ‘“‘bellyaching” as a vero largely means “to fret, as with discontent, to complain.” The old gentleman has been a fretter at foolishness and a loud complainer against stupidity as it affects the welfare of the nation for much longer than I can recall. That's one reason they call him elder statesman. “0 ; THE NATION was founded on bellyaching, and the constitution he so much admires was the direct fruiting of a national bellyache. The bill of rights is an offshoot of bellyaching. Free speech is the verbal manifestation of the bellyache. We have been a country of bellyachers since the Boston tea party. Mr. Baruch is somewhat distraught over the “decreased confidence in government, which has caused a lack of moral and spiritual standards.” Bellyaching on the part of the peaple at the polls next year, if loud enough, may be one way of putting things right and making a bit more national sense than previously. f Se > »

1 EXPECT there is a separation of meaning in the old gent's message—complaining by itself is not enough to reform} Hut complaining backed by action is the answer. But it takes a' power of bellyaching to sponsor a mite of action, and more pellyaching on top of that to make the action stica. The press has been bellyaching censtantly

““RPout a great many things in the last few years,

Built-In Amnosthotic. =

By H.D. Quig§ .

NEW YORK, Aug. 22 - (UP)—Jacques Ronano is a pleasant little mau with a full head of gray hair, irom-band muscles, shell-rimmed glasses and false teeth which he designed himself after having all his good ones pulled just so he could design the false ones. He also has a brain and pulse which he can turn on and off at will, and fingers which he says exude a local anesthetic. His toes do, too. Right through his shoes. He is 87 years old. At the age of 9 he tried to hang himself because he was dejected about what the future might hold. Now he expects to live to be 120, at least. = > > SOME DAYS he feels he may never die at all, because he thinks of himself as probably the healthiest man in the world. He rises at 6 a. m., works all day, eats six dates for lunch, walks board-straight, breathes by exhaling in stead of inhaling, goes to cocktail parties where he drinks whisky and plain water, exercises by playing solitare 15 minutes every evening while squatting on his haunches like an Oriental, writes until 1 2. m., and goes to =sleép on a very hard mattress. He looks 57, instead of 87. “Feel my muscles,” he said. as rock. “I'm going to be 88 my next birthday, and I never exercised in my life but when I walk I get more exercise than anybody. I hold myself up straight, like this,” he said, walking as if he were a tin soldier “and that tenses my body and legs. When I. walk, instead of trying to inhale a deep breath, I always exhale all my breath. That gets rid of the impurities. The lungs inhale automatically after the exhaling. dd

“I'M RECOGNIZED Ly medical people as one of healthiest persons anywhere. I have to walk two miles before I begin to feel exertion. The sqquatting on my haunches every night keeps my legs supple. (Here he kicked his legs like a chorus girl.)

They were hard

i 2 : s Helps Them Out FORTUNATELY, we had enough power to

‘make a parking area beside a river. I know nothing about engines. M) cousin knew that

something was wrong. He pulled on the starter |

until the battery began :o groan. What to do? “Having trouble?” asked a slightly built man. “You have a good car there” he added. My cousin explained the Land Cruiser stopped cruising and wouldn't start. I crossed my fingers and hoped the visitor could and would help us, After all; we were ‘in the big. friendly, hospitable

| west. 4 |

“I happen to be the chief mechanic for the Studebaker agency in alt Lake City," the man said. “Let me take a 'ook.” I could have shouted with joy. We had hit the jackpot. We didn't meet an ordinary mechanic. Oh, no, we met a chief mechanic of a Studebaker agency. > 0b . IN ABOUT five minutes, Sam Fujikawa told us what was wrong. He talked about a vapor lock, whatever that is, carburetor adjustment and

The Indian

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WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 22, 1951

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Wows at Vows—

Times State Service LAWRENCEBURG, Aug. 22-——Marriage comes easy in this town and if the justicus of the peace have anything to do with it, that's the way it's going tc stay. Since the quick marriage was outlawed in Kentucky,

there's been an unprecedented

| boom here in weddings.

timing. We listened attentively as if we knew |

what he was saying.

mechanic's coat, tool kit, stepped up on the bumpers and went to work. He did something to the carburetor, timing device, loosened and

| | Sam went to his car, tool out a white garage |

tightened things and finally announced the engine |

should start. He had Lhe honors. It did. Sam had worked a good half hour. “What do we owe you?” asked my cousin. “Nothing,” answered Sam. man when he’s in trouble. I'll follow you to Old Faithful and see how she's responding.” oo < whe THE STUDE performed like a charm all the way home. It's hard to sa) how much trouble and money Sam Fujikawa ‘saved us. His help the entire trip is remembered. He didn't have ‘o do it, We mentioned the experience several times to station attendants and mote! owners. We found that's the way people nut West are. Nobody was surprised. They would have been surprised if we hadn't received help. Now I better roll up my sleeves and go to work. The vacation is really over.

We Americans Are First-Class Bellyachers

and without much net effect at the time. But the cumulative griping at what seems wrong and dumb and devious seems to have aroused a public consciousness to error that is bound to result in healthy amputation. There is even the faint hope that some day we may lose Dean Acheson if the complaints keep rolling in.

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MR. BARUCH cites inflation as one of the main evils to beset the country, and mentions that the government's failure to set up strict controls at the outbreak of. the Korean mess has bred an unnecessary rise in prices and taxes. I recall him bellyaching aloud for controls when the war broke out, and if more people had bellyached with him we might have had something tougher than the silly, piece-meal attempts at supervision which occurred long after the horse was stolen. Governmental criticism, in the final definition, is nothing more nor less than the individual bellyache applied en masse to the elected representatives, and if the ache becomes strong enough, they cast out the rascals and the knaves and set up a fresh regime. Once you quit-beefing, the politicians dig themselves in almost beyond exhuming, and then they quit calling it a democracy.

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I PERSONALLY have been a loud bellyacher at a great many things and people, and while I have not reformed the world, I have attempted to keep some aspects of it loose at the plate. That is at least another function of the complaint: It doesn't give the target complete and unassailable establishment. There is another definition for bellyache, as a noun: “Intestinal colic, or pain in the stomach.” I am quite sure, as we look about us at some of the doings in our legislative strongholds, that not even a Baruch injunction can prevent the people

“Glad to help a | ye fat, including a kiss for the

Couples flock to this treeshaded village to say their 1 do's. And the best reason they give for the drive from Cincinnati, Columbus, Cleveland, Detroit and points east and west can be done up in two words it's fast. The average ceremony lasts a minute and a half. If the day’s hot and couples are waiting, the time can be cut down to a min-

| bride and a handshake for the

best man.

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AND THE MEN who are

| profiting by this marriage mar- | ket are the JP's who get anywill be remembered as tong as Yellowstone and |

where from $10 up to pronounce the vows. The leading Justice of the Peace, Walter W. Howard,

| says he's had “a bad Saturday”

if he doesn’t end up with 30 marriages on the books. But the man who even the justices of the peace envy is

the clerk of courts, Chester E.

{ Guard, the man who issues the

| “last for life” license,

licenses. Mr. Guard charges $2 for a “run-of-the-mine” license, One carrying pink lettering and enclosed in a folder is $5. The covered with baby blue ribbon and with pockets for the license and a marriage photo goes for 87. It's

| the rare would - he - hride” who

fronmi beirig afflicted involuntarily with a*=deep-

sedated ache that is entirely nonmentail.

scan fLCques. Healthy at 87.

“I never eat more than one meal a day— most people in the United States die from overeating. I sleep on a hard surface because a soft bed enlarges your liver and softens your brain. But mostly I'm healthy because 1 never let myself be annoyed by anything.” _ There are some things abbut Jacques Romano that make a person wonder. He was born in ‘Europe of wealthy parents. He left home at 14 and tramped all over the world. He was a camal driver in Africa, a Buddhist priest in China, a commander in a South

“American revolution, a lecturer on psychic sub-

jects, and 51 years ago was a camera firm executive. Now he has his own chemist business. oe < oe HE SAYS EVERYBODY emanates rays, but he can concentrate his. “Hold out your hand,” he said. He pointed an index finger at the reporter’s palm and said: “Do you feel a breeze?” The finger was about 2 inches from the palm. There was a definite, cool-breeze feeling. Romano did the same thing with his toe, leaving his shoe on; Same breeze. He spread his arms, choulder height. “Feel my pulse,” he ordered. It was strong and steady at th€ wrist of the left arm. “Now watch,” he said, “I'll turn it off.” The pulse stopped dead. Romano said he could do that with either arm, or any part of h#® body. He has total control of his body. “Put your eas « my stomach,” he said. was no sound ‘row within, “Now,” he ¢.~4, “I'll tell my stomach to turn over my foooGs There was a noisy flopping and splashing from within, . dias oP ROMANO SAID he learned how to turn his brain off, make it a blank, while he was a camel driver.. He can also turn his finger-ray on and off, and he claims he can anesthetize a spot about the size of a dime with it, good for pulling teeth, He didn't demonstrate that But the breeze is certainly there. feel it plain as day.

There

You can

can refuse this “memento of

the moment.”

Anythine other than the “run - of - the - mine’ license is merchandised by Mr. Guard.

Time was when it was hard to

| get a man to take the clerk of

courts job because of the low pay. Not so now. If Mr. Guard were to retire, at least 50 ablebodied citizens would be trying for the position. And after 5 p. m. all prices

| go up—those of Mr. Guard and

the justices of the peace. Mr. Guard admits he charges “a

| little more when it’s night and

the couples are in a hurry.” He admits, too, that he has all three types of licenses at his

home. ‘Rare thing, though,” he says, “most couples take the | real nice license with the folder.”

Gambling Fever—

Even Lawmaker

"urns Off Pulse; Brain-

‘I'm a Misfit . . . People Don't Like Me"'—

Girl-Crazy Deaf-Mute Asks For Chair

By United Press LITTLE ROCK, Ark., Aug. 22—

McMath heard the girl screaming and called police to the gov-

fhe third of a series which elps to prove the theory .of lab that the habitual gambler is the victim of a disease. !

+ CHAPTER THREES =

By MURRAY ROBINSON About 10:35 a2. m. on July 18, 1944, a man identified by au-

{ thorities as Herbert Bagur, a

former jockey, put in a longdistance telepho®® call from an apartment in W. 57th St, New York, to a town some 300 miles

| away.

Bagur had been barred for

animating a horse with an elec-

tric battery, a shocking practice, especially to the horse. Now he was devoting his dubious talents to touting. When the caller got his number, he said: “This is Herb Lindbérg. (Herb

Lind®erg. is a first-rate jockey

| in good standing.)

We didn't do so good yesterday. We got the worst break in the world. My saddle slipped just as I was going into the stretch and

I couldn't help the horse, I |

had to hang on.” The voice at the other end of the wire said: “I put $600 on that. I'm coming to New York

| tomorrow. I'll see you there.”

TOUT—No, I'll call you at

| the hotel. I've got one for you | today. I'm riding one of the

contenders in a race,

| want you to get down on an-

other horse in the same race. Bet a couple of hundred anyway. VOICE—AIl right, Maybe I will. TOUT-—It's Palmera T. in the sixth, Empire, VOICE—OK. ' This conversation, taken from the transcript of a wiretap by the police on the tout’s telephone, has special significance in this continuing study of the absence of horse-sense

| among horse-players,

The Avery girls were reported out of danger today at a Little]

A girl-crazy deaf-mute wants to|erpor’s mansion where the attack| Rock hospital. They told of being | {followed by the deaf-mute as they|

be electrocuted for a series of took place.

sex-motivated attacks on pretty Wandered (left a bus Monday night in" a ’ rs, ce : Lite teen age po Offices sald Youngblood ha. 4|Teeidential district ; wandered throughout the South. | An Incoherent Cry

Parram Bunny Youngblood, 24, told officers * through sign language: “I want to be electrocuted. I'm a misfit. People don’t like me.” The Toomsboro, Ga., youth con-

I . 15, in the abdomen Monday night, © roe oe

They were checking to see if he was involved in any other sex ysunghlood gave vent to an in-| crimes “during his tour. The youth sat sprawled in a with a 25-caliber chatr as police questioned him As Elizabeth fled through an interpreter using sign youth whipped out a knife and

coherent cry and shot Elizabeth

- - slashed Virginia.

| |

they neared their home,|

pistol, they said. , screaming, the

"He spelled out on his fingers, He was arrested at a drive-in,

and slashing her 17-year-oldi, 15n0 hitter tale of lonely Wwan- after writing on a napkin that he

on the arms and gering,

sister Vi ia, Ein

advances.

He told of continual frustration as girls rejected his tie Rock”. and wanted to sur-|.

had just “killed two le in Lit-| J x people in 1. | the legislator didn’t protest at

irender. He was charged with as-|

Youngblood occasional scrib-_sault with intent to kill. reply, such as: “Not want

The gun and knife, Youngblood

Police said he said, wer - to kill a Fi Bo Arn a who ied

The sucker. whom Bagur was touting with the shoddiest of all tout tricks~— posing as a star jockey— was a prominent state legislator! Furthermore, he wa: a staunch antigambling crusader who a few years earlier had championed a measure to limit publication of racing news. That Bagur. could “client” of the lawmaker's stature is not surprising to the students of chicanery inherent in every gambling operation. Touts know it’s just as easy to con a millionaire as a two-buck bettor, a scientist as an oaf. They're &11 brothers under the skin game, The common denominator 4s the gambling neurosis, >

» ” " 8 ~ IT SHOULD be noted that

the “jockeys” suggestion to bet on a horse other than his own mount—a procedure frowned on in racing. > . But = the habitual horse-

land a |

| EDITOR'S NOTE: This is

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THE JUSTICES of the peace say they charge $10 ‘and anything more a couple wants to give for a nice.ceremony.” Mr. Howard says “things get a little more complicated at night and you have to charge for all the trouble they put you to.”

Nearly 3000 marriages were performed here in 1950. The 1951 figures will run about the same. June is the best month with the number well over 300. February is the lightest—about 200. Marriage business jumped here when Kentucky instituted the three-day waiting period. Time was when couples would be married in Covington and Newport. Now they go there only to get a blood test. The Indiana state law says that all blood tests must be mailed into a state-approved laboratory and mailed back. This causes ahout a three-day wait because of the delay in the mails. But if the blood test is performed outside of Indiana by a state-approved laboratory. there's no waiting period.

Couples: driving into lawrenceburg are hit broadside with a sign on Mr. Howard's

office which stands next to a filling station. - The sign reads “License Information Here." The “Information” is in smaller letters." “Get. them to come in that way,” says Mr. Howard. ” n ”

ONCE IN the office, couples are informed. they must go to the courthouse to get a license. Mr. Howard has cars and drivers to show the strangers “the way uptown.” He admits that if his “boys”

don't go with them, ‘‘one of those other JP's will steal them right away.” It's a common

thing to see~two or more JPs trying for business right in the courthouse corridor, If the couples don’t have a blood test (mandatory before a license is issued), Mr. Howard sends them back to Covington where a state approved laboratory is run by Dr. C. E. Pieck at 1032 Scott street. The blood test is quickly per-

interested in ethics. Whisper to them of a ‘fixed” race,.and they'll pay anything to get the “winner.” The tout mob of which Bagur was a leader specialized in big game. It operated a “boiler TOOT a wigh pressure telephone con-game—in an apart-

- ment leased from an innocent

but I

lady organist who was on the road with a, musical group. Its method was simple. Bagur, or Donald A. Terry, his chief partner, daily called dezens of “good bettors” on their sucker list, Most calls were long distance, and one month the telephone bill was almost $900.

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formed ($4 each -— $7 after hours) and back the couple goes to Lawrenceburg and Mr. Howard. “It's part of my job. to steer them-.around.” Ministers in the city take a dim view of the quick marriages. The Rev. E. A. Delerus, head of the Lawrenceburg Ministerial Association, says the “situation. is deplorable,” and is asking that legislation be enacted so thut the present acceptance of out-of-state blood tests will be illegal. » td PUT THE town's seem little worried. “It'd be awful if hobody ma.ried them,” said one. And for a note of newness in the ceremony, one JP, F. H. Pope. in Lawrenceburg has added something pledge allegiance to the flag. “T don't want to be standing up here marrying any Communists,” he says.

five JP's

EACH TIME, the tout represented himself as a leading jockey-—stars like Eddie Ar-

caro and Ted Atkinson were their favorites. And such is the nature of the wucker that few ever questioned the caller's authenticity! The tout then offered “the sucker a tip on ‘a horse he was riding, in return, usually, for 50 per cent of the winnings, if any. The money was to be wired to the jockey purportedly making the phone call. But a confederate, in the person of the manager of a midtown telegraph office, held the money order and notified the tout, who called

Crooks

runs.

Are Going to Like This—

RUN, ROBBERS, RUN—The large numbers soon % appear on Indiana state police cars will make things rougher for fugitives. Identifying the cars from liaison planes will be easier, thus ex- | pediting ground-air operations of the state police in manhunts, traffic patrolling and emergency

’

couples must

..gur,

TWO JP'S—F. H. Pope (left) and

for it. The tout then forged the real jockey's signature and grabbed the loot. In a few months’ time, BaTerry’ & Co. took more than $100,000 from willing, witless suckers ag far west as Chicago. “AH men. in -their own fields, but the gambling aberration had

whittled fhem down to the level’

of Genus Jerk.

¥ 4. #

BROILER

THE ROOM on 37th St. was put out of business and its chislers jailed

through the combined efforts of the Jockey Club and the New York City Police Department,

were successful.

They Don’t Falter At The Altar

> “cheated ¥ time hy clajming to, have bet

Before the Jeid the wiretap

Cool Air KOs Texas Heat Wave

DALLAS, Tex. Aug. 22 (UP) July has caused crop damage -es-—-A record-breaking Texas heat|timated b wave was knocked out today by

commissioner John White

‘a mass of qool air sliding south- peen hard hit at many cities. ward across the state,

Texas history, .

|las. “But there's only a dent in layers, experts agree, gt The lack

“The heat wave ‘Is definitely broken,” said R. C. Wise, U. 8.| Dal-/a definite assist from a tropical A hurricane poised in the Gulf of | field, Ind.. was approved today {Mexico to strike central Mextoan

weather hureau observer at

the drouth. . ny of rain since early

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The cool air

| Texas 2

fi aia

Wise said the cool air’ received {Rural

Texas coastal

have weathere

TIER TE 'REA Loan Approved

they could buildings| previous

Walter W. Howard.

Falls For Tout’'s Ruse

(legal) on its phones recorded & fascinating Insists . vv a morals and mores of horses players and touts alike. It is Significant, for example that a sucker, if given a wi ner by the touts, apparently them at the pa®off

less on the winner than originally agreed on. Thus, one morning: Bagur long-distanced a sucker in Detroit with this result: TOUT ~This is Herb Lindberg, the jockey. -I'm riding a couple of hgrses down here, How're you doing? SUCKER--Not bad.

n n ” THE TOUT then proposi-

| tioned nis man, adding this fer-

residents were] y ‘the state agriculturefconfident that should the storm at| veer toward Texas, $250 million. Water supplies have ridé it out in sturd that i nfass slowly | blows. | The heat wave killed 44 per-|sidled through central Texas early ‘sons this ‘month, heaviest toll in/today. In its: wake: temperatures |fell into the 60's in northwest

{ {

B the Rural BElectrification Ad-| a tio) ! s ? ; 3

| hours

| bills

| o.er the East, South and MidWASHINGTON, Aug. 21 (UP), Ha |._A $243,000 loan to the Hancock Telephone Corp.. Green-|

vent thought: “Your word as a

gentleman, now, We will divide the winnings.” SUCKER—-OK. what you go'” TOUT Get down on Fire | Sticky. I'm riding him SUCKER—TI'll put $200 on { him. TOUT No, put $500 on him, | I'll bring him home. SUCKER—I'1l put $300 on |. him. TOUT—-Is that ALL you can do? OK. then. My address is | 1230 Park Ave. We will get together and make some

| money soon.

SUCKER--OK. The horse won, some four later, and the tout rushed a merry call through to the Detroit chump. Here's the patter: - TOUT-—Hello, Leon! Well, Leon, did 1 give you a winner? It paid $5.90. You had $300 to win, SUCKER No, 1 didn't play that much. I played $100 to win and $100 place. TOUT (in hurt tones) —Aw, gee, Leon, listen. I pay feed and bills to transport these horses around the coun-

| try. Now, play them to win. I

just don't pick them. Them races are SURE. SUCKER All right. I under= stand.

” s ” AND THE LAWMAKER who had claimed, in the phone talk with ‘Bagur on July 18, that he had lost $600, was written off as “not mfch” by the tout some 10 days later im a chat with a fellow-tout. This conversation took place between a Percy, calling from Chicago, and Bagur: PERCY-—-Did you bet him (the legislator) that day? BAGUR-—He's not much. T tried to get.him for $1000. He put $350 on the horse and, it. Jost-——and he told me he lost: $600! Bagur apparently kept tabs on his clients’ betting th i

contracts with bookmakers all;

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