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Inside Indianapolis
By Ed Sovola
WHAT DOES a veteran carpenter, house builder, someone with 5 Years . of construction _ experience think of the building that is going on today? Could be Interesting,
The noise we're making over the fourth ai annual Parade of Homes prompted me to visit 88-year-old B. H. Meyer, 2612 E. Michigan St. : Mr. Meyer retired two years ‘a g0 at the age of 86. Right now he's sitting around the home ge built 40 years ago thinking that one of these days he might get his hammer and saw out again, “Carpenters can’t build a house like they used
to,” mused Mr. Meyer, “We used to really build them.”
FOR A MOMENT I thought w take the familiar road old-timers take: The new
isn't: good and never will be better than the old. You know the story. I sat and listened.
Mr, Meyer isn't a fast talker, He .takes his time. That's why, no doubt, he was a carpenter for 65 years. But no moss grew under his planks. Carpenters, he explained, used to ask a man who wanted a house how many rooms they were to build. When they had that vital bit of information, -the carpenters bought the lumber and
started in. They did everything except help the owner move in.
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/ MR. MEYER stressed the word-—craftsman-ship.” A carpenter cut all the lumber by hand, in
MORE VALUE—A : veteran, retired carpenter says new home owners are better off today.
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By Earl Wilson
AGRA, India, Sept. 11—Well, Mom, I finally made it—I saw the Taj Mahal, which is the Radio City Music Hall of the mosques. Unfortunately, “the Taj” is not on 6th Ave. and 50th St. in midtown New Delhi, but in this rather unshady city 125 miles away. But it is a nice trip If you like monkeys, and the Beautiful Wife and I do. Monkeys were running loose along the highway—some carrying their baby monkeys. I tricd to interview a couple, but they ran up a tree. The famous sacred cows wandered across the road. Our driver came near hitting one in the rear—we almost got our son Slugger some rump steak that he loves so much. Barefoot waiters served us at Laurie's Hotel. They had big turbans on their heads, and nothing on their feet. ¢ © b “THEY DON'T know which end is up.” a visiting American at the next table said. “This is the section where tourist tummy aches are ‘called ‘Delhi Belly.'” We saw some Sikhs-—-men who never cut their
beards, nor hair. Some of them train their beards .
by tying them in a cloth. Thus a fellow who appears to be the owner of a whopping tooth ache may merely be setting his beard. On the streets of villages, we saw beds right out on the sidewalk, where some folks sleep at night, We saw beggars using mutilated .children, whom they'd rented from their parents, to help create pity. “Perda” is the word for veil. When a woman is veiled, she's said to be “in perda.” * fb
AN AMERICAN girl married a Sikh—one of those long-bearded chaps. Another American commented: s “If he were married to me, I'd keep HIM in perda!” : We met many wonderful and well-educated Hindus who invited us to their nice homes and made us feel inferior about our own lack of languages. Oh yes, “the Taj!” You probably remember it was built by a king as a mausoleum for his B.W. named Mumtaz Mahal. *™ db Bb
HE WAS a nice king as kings go. He heheaded hizr brother and hung his head in the square, and he imprisoned hig father—but he was sure nuts about his queen—so he built this great monument to her between 1630 and 164%. And it's still a thing of great beauty , .. all
Americana By Robert C. Ruark
NEW YORK, Sept. 11--The greatest prop to Britain's pride since Sir Francis Drake slapped down the Armada seems to be young Randy Turpin, who is over here ostensibly to repeat the same sort of feat against Sugar Robinson this week. Young Mr. Turpin perpetrated indignities on the carcass of our best fighter in London, and i= valiantly present in this hostile land to see kin he do it again. : Mother England has not been running in the best of luck, lately, what with losing India, foulfing up in the oily East and keeping the Labor Party in office. And aiter turning out the most awful canvas-backs in the history of boxing, they have finally come up with a commodity of which they can be proud. : Nationalism is at a fever peak in this instance. There is a fresh firmness to the expatriate British chin, a new stiffness to the lip. The umbrella is bit more tightly furled, and the bowler cocked at a slightly more jaunty angle. Visiting Britishers who have not appeared publicly since Winston Churchill exited are popping out from under rocks, and the crunch of the scone is heard around the land. A I LUNCHED with three such stout fellows the other day, and I am firmly convinced that if Tirpin wins again, Britain will declare war on Russia, retake India, and institute proceedings to have America legally returned to status of colony. Mr. Turpin, a mild and pleasant young man; has achieved the modern stature of St. George merely by wounding this dragon, Robinson, and I should not be surprised if he were knighted at the next investitures if he succeeds in protecting his crown. Britain rewards its heroes with titles for valiant work performed”in time of strife, so
at least a baronetcy should be his meet if he slaps . the stuffings out of Sugar over here, : i » * :
THE ART of the moused eye has more or less beeri on decline in public interest since Joe
Tole Sues d his peak; and it is pleasant to see 8 gentle furor stirred over an incident which is
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the early days, made: the sashes and doors, grooved the flooring, made his own trim. He doesn’t think it is possible to get an oldfashioned winding stairway built, I don’t know, The thing would cost Plenty of jack. And it might look out of place in a ranch-type house.
He told of one house he built 63.years &go in ‘Huntingburg, Ind. It was the place he occupied when he was married, He doesn't remember exactly what it cost him to build. Mr. Meyer said it was more than $1000 and not more tha#i $1500 for the. two-story, seven-room house.
Forty years ago he sold it for $2000 and today he could get $6000. The house is still in good condition and there isn’t a room that tilts. (Don't tales like that make you want to cry?) a
We also talked how the craftsmanship is divided today. One outfit digs a hole, another lays the bricks, a third throws lumber, the windows and doors are complete on. arrival, etc. Other homes arrive ready to be assembled. I listened for awhile and then I popped the big question: Mr. Meyer, do you think we're better off now? “Absolutely,” lutely.”
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HE TALKED about the comfort and convenience of the modern home. Mr. Meyer contrasted the modern kitchen with the old.
“We used to have a cistern ‘and don’t think that was fun. You young people think a fireplace is romantic and to be used for roasting marshmallows. You should have seen a real fireplace when it was more than an ornament.”
Mr. Meyer spoke of coal oil lamps, candles, the old parlors that were never opened except on special occasions. He kept referring to the kitchen, the most important room in the house as far as we were both concerned. S we bob
“DO YOU THINK foods are better today with all the modern conveniences?” Mr, Meyer's cane tapped the floor. He broke into a big smile. “That depends on the cook. Always did and always will.”
I don’t know all the answers to this building business. I cocked an ear when Mr, Meyer said the builder is offering more to the public and the houses are more livable. * @
THE EARS WIGGLED when he pointed his cane and sald, “The young people ought to have their own homes. A young man ought to lay up a little money and get his own place, a wife to help him. The only way to live.” If Mr. Meyer says so it must be true. A home is still mighty important to a man. The “Parade
of Homes” will go on for some time to come, I.
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white marble and domes and graceful minarets. A Moslem guide took us around and afterward I tried to take a picture of the Taj. shooting through his legs and showing his “dhoti,” or diaper-looking pants. When I was paying him, he mentioned to me, just casually, that he had many, many children, and that they were all hungry. I did as well as I could for him. 1 guess all guides are alike, for when on this round-the-world expedition we were camel-riding over in Egypt, I thought I had tipped everybody pretty well. But finally one of the crew came over, held out his hand, and said: : “Something for the camel?”
& &» THE MIDNIGHT EARL IN N. Y.... Labor prophets feel that steel workers’ prexy Phil
Murray will settle for a 7 per cent increase this year . . . John Barrymore Jr. failed his draft physical . . . A beer company’s being picketed in Harlem for unfair employment practices . . . Judy Garland and producer Bernard Strauss treated
themselves to the Quo Vadis.
%* “ 5 B'WAY BULLETINS: Congress is getting a bill asking for a tax on race horses . . . Waxey Gordon's Jawyer jntends to drop some startling information when he comes to trial and reveals.
the detense . . . Lois Andrews sails for $taly Sept. 11 to appear in Canada Lee's film production of “Othello” . . . Marion Hargrove feted Rose Tobias
at Tony's Caprice—occasion?—she’s been apponted consultant of casting for CBS color TV. > 4% & EARL'S PEARLS . . . Peggy Lee tells of the TV fan who got up one morning, turned on his radio and thought he'd gone blind. LS Sb . WHO'S NEWS: Virginia Hill and her original Chicago sponsor have been seeing the Las Vegas sights together . . . Angel Lopez lined up a revue starring Gigi Durston in 5 days for his Chateat-
Madrid Stanley Kramer bought the film rights tosthe “Cain Mutiny” _ .. Tommy Dorsey's Investing in oil in Utah . . . Beth Kirsten modeled
in the fashion caravan Blanch Ravisse took to St. Albans Hospital . . . CBS is building a TV show for Georgia Gibbs. > N WISH I'D SAID THAT: Rill McCune claims a soldier of fortune is nothing but a GI with a pair of loaded dice. " Gene Seville tells of the fellow who fell 6 stories. A crowd had gathered when a cop approached and asked him the cause of the excitement. “I don’t know,” he admitted, “I Just got here” , , , That's Earl, brother;
‘Randy Turpin Puts England Back on Map
not of the international significance of the Japanese treaty parley in San Francisco. It is mildly remindful of the great hubbub that was raised when Max Schmeling came back here to face Joe Louis, after knocking him stiff in a previous engagement. Nationalism was running high in those days, too, when the Nazis were fierce and proud, and every third person you met seemed to be a German spy with a Leica hanging around his neck. $b THE TUMULT reached proportions where the honor of two nations were literally at stake, with Schmeling bearing whole. weight of the Nazis’ 100 per cent Aryan philosophy, and Mr. Louis, a cotton-picker’s boy, more or less speaking for the right of the individual. to appear proudly in any color and espouse any creed he chose, . We might have had some inkling then of the Nazi's eventual downfall. Louis stepped in and threw a fist clean through the Schmeling kidney. Max screamed like a horse and collapsed. He went back to Germany strapped to a board, and the cotton-picker’'s boy had set hack the cause of pure Aryanism some several hundred years. qo de ab SCHMELING, the hero and defender of Nazi purity, went back home to disgrace and obscurity. As I recall, some newspaper wag, the dav
‘after the momentous defeat, prepared an item
for his paper as follows: “Berlin—It was authoritatively reported here today that M. Schmeling, former boxer, had been discovered to have had a Jewish grandmother” No such grim issues as nazism and racial persecution are involved in this week's go between Randy and Sugar, but national pride is once again involved. For the sake of Merrie England's self-respect, I hope her hoy wins again. Although I must confess that in the heat of ride of country I was suckered into bet the quess of Milford Haven, at insane odds of 12 to one in favor of our tiger, the nimble Mr.
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TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 1951
The Young Brownsons Go to Washington—
Sights Of D. C. Unfolded To Youth
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TIME FOR A REST—Sight-seeing isn't so bad when you can take off a Three-year-old Christopher Brownson, son of Rep. Charles Brownson, sits on the Capitol steps doing just that.
"THE MEMORY OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN . . "~The austere Daniel Chester French's statue of President Lincoln towers over ‘a congressman's family. Here, young Chris and his sisters, with Mrs. Brownson, observe a silent moment a the famed Memorial. a ge things about sailing, too. ©
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~~HELLO, MR. BEAR—With Indianapolis behind the times on a 200 Chris and his sisters, Judy, 8, and Nancy, 10, were pleased to visit the National Zoological Park. The big frisndly brown bear sat up and begged when they fed him.
CURIOUS—Miss Anna L. Harshman, secre8 tary to the Hoosier Congressman-shows Nancy § and Judy how the typewriter works that answers
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“A SMALL BOY AND A BOAT—Thcugh impressed b finds the reflecting pool between the Lincoln Memorial a place to sail his boat.
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WASHINGTON NATIONAL—Young Mr. Brown.
son and sisters visit the airport. Peg Mahoney, American Airlines hostess, showed them around.
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