Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 October 1951 — Page 25
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Inside Indianapolis By Ed Sovolg s
a THREE MEN looked into an electronic crystal pall and saw the combat man eliminated in-war
sometirhe in the future. At first we talked of keeping the discussion a strict secret. W. H. Sisson, industrial manager, and E. F. Fiedler, senior sales engineer, Minne-apolis-Honeywell Regulator Co, decided, after. they heard my ideas, to wash their hands of everything, including me. Minneapolis - Honeywell" engineers have done fantastic things with electronics. They developed countless gadgets for the military in World War 11 and still have their shirt sleeves rolled up in the present armament race, V-2 rockets, guided missiles jets, fire control equipment on land and on the sea embody electronic instrument to make them as. riearly perfect as man can build them. Minneapolis-Honeywell has a finger in a tremendous amount of electronic work.
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THAT'S WHY I was in Mr. Sissons office. He was reluctant’ to put the emphasis on war work. His office is more concerned with controlling the comfort in your home and factory, having fuel gauges on airplanes accurate, making busses, trains and ships more comfortable, sclling “controlled atmosphere” to hospitals, giving home owners with radiant heat perfect control, My mission was war. With the advent of the pilotless bomber, my mind has been toying with the idea of {aking the human element out of war entirely. Once we did® nat. all nations might realize the utter futility of armed combat and start planting branchez throughout the world. > Mr. Sisscn and Mr. Fiedler thought that would be wonderful. They have had their fill of war Okay, we have guided missiles~we fire guns automatiéally, ‘can send tanks into the field by remote control. Planes and rockets take pictures automatically. Radar has revolutionized many phases of combat. And what the three crystal gazers don't know would fill a 5-foot shelf of books.
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WHERE da we go? As we see if, the sky is the limit. That's when I took aver the meeting and talked myself right out of the office.
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It Happened Last Nig By Earl Wilson
NEW YORK, Oct. 5 Marie Wilson flew into New York from Hollywood and added something to the Baseball Madness. She added some Con-
fusion. Shapely Marie who gets badly fustered on just normal days, was left giddier than usual by our city’s hysteria. She knew who she was, alk right, and where she was going, but she wasn't sure how “Oh, dear, I do plane will wait for me." raid the supposedly dumb blond of “My Friend Irma’ ‘Genown.
hope the
She'd finished “Celebrity Time’ TV show and was heading hack. “1 guess they will. The
plane's owned by a man 1 just worked for in a picture Oh dear. what's hiz name? I can’t remember names > <* * “OH YES, Howard Hughes He's a very nice man. Seeing as I work for him, he's a ivin’ doll!” Marie whose figure is only slightly less famous than Mae West's—had on a white waist with a disgustingly high neck. Come January, “Irma.” now CBS radio, goes on TV, and then Marie will enter the plunging neckline sweepstakes & = “DAGMAR's a darling,” Marie said, "but Faye
Miss Wilson
Emerson disappointed me. “When ‘1 see Faye never has anvthing low on. look at what I was going to worry about "
Marie explained, “she 1 wanted to get a
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I'm such a blabbermouth,” Marie said, "They
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I'll he verv happy then hecause I'll charge EVERYTHING She tossed her hands in the air. “I thought you were doing Frank Sinatra's show I =aid.
“1 wag but Cv found out. 1 wag going to do Ken Murray's show, ton. But Ken stied Cy for a million dallars for taking me from him, Cy thought that was unkind’ MARIE credits Murray's show “Blackouts” with making people aware that she had a figure with a future Not till I went to work for Ken did they know 1 wasn't you know a boy,” she said, much too modestly. Not long ago a soldier asked her ‘Aren't you Marie Wilson?” She admitted it and said, “How did you know?’ She thought she knew “IT could tell by your voice,” the GI said. disarming her entirely.
Americana By Robert C. Ruark
NEW YORK, Oct. 5 It is a definife pleasure for the aged and weary, such ag me, to see things gradualy-serawling back into a true perspective where important problems like baseball come first. J mean, suppose the Russians have touched off another bomb. As this was composed we were more interested in Bums, We are hound now to be in for a long seige of important trivia, because the reaction to the weighty had to set in, We been thinking =o heavy, so global, so doomful, so long that nobody has had much time to relax since the war quit and we started working on its heir. Double-doming is mot a basic American trait. Baseball we understand. The reason we went nuts _over the Giants’ desperate finish is not so much an index to the drama of a sport as it is an index to our deep-seated distaste for intangible troubles beyond the ken of Joe Average. There is no feeling of futfity bound up in baseball, or a serious prize fight, or quail shooting, or even battling with a wife. There is an outcome, good or bad, happy or sad, “and this we can handle. Like we handied
the Injuns that gave us trouble when the prairie
schooners headed west. : Sd od IF YOU are anything like me you might be well fed with daily bulletins from economists, all of whom seem to be named Leon, and psychiatrists, and what passes for statesmen, and direful hints of mechanized murder on the grandest scale yet. It is possible for a steady reader of the news to memorize, almost word for word, what the tax people will say, and what the politicilans will say, and what the generals will say. What they say may be full of portent, but the portent eventually dies a dreadful death from dullness. When all work stopped here Wednesday, as the Glants rassled with the Brooklyns in the pennant
Next Will Come Robots To Bounce Columnists
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I could envision robots by the thousands
mobilizing in an emergency. Pilotless planes
would patrol the skies and our shores. Military
camps would buzz with automatic rifles that tould move, shoot, reload without being touched by a private's hand. : Ships and submarines on and under the sea would steam ahead #lently, Aboard there would be no fear or anxiety. Robots have no fear. All they have can be built at Allison's or Chevrolet. Ten and 12-star generals would direct the campaign. from. the Pentagon. Civilians would go about their business and read hourly reports how the Nuts and Bolts Divisions were doing.
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EVERYONE would stav near the homestead, near Mama, pay tdxes, billy bonds and root like 60. That's the sane wav, if there is any sanity in war, . Fast-striking elite corps could he made of steel spheres Built-in gyroscopes and atom rifles would be standard equipment for accuracy and destructiveness. They could go anywhere, smash anvthing the robots“ couldn't, ‘Can't you see the potential of these spheres, robots, automatic rifles and ships, jeeps, weapons carriers, guided missiles? From war materiel I went to automatic brass knuckles and blackjacks. The real smart home owner could have them around to repel burglars and attackers. The little woman could carry one when she planned to be out late playing bridge or attending a hen party.
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WE COULD build automatic drivers for our automobiles. It wouldn't take much, either, to build them smarter than some we have on our streets and highways now. “Csentlemen. when we take the human element out of our more dangerous activities, we have war licked with peace around the corner and human relations on a hearts and flowers basis. Am I correct?" Mr. Sisson and Mr. Fiedler were standing, silent, obviously impressed 1 know thev were because thev shook hands with me and then Mr. Fiedler estorted me to the door, “Shall T call Washington Mr. Fiedler said he wouldn't. He hinted that he might leave town for several weeks. He's prob-
rolling spherex, blackTdeas like that don’t
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Rasehall Seems Saner After Talk with Marie
SOME PEOPLE say Marie is just as vague in person as in all her roles. They offer this ‘as evidence, Marie wanted to phone Murray while here but didn't have his New York number.
“Oh, well she said. just as Irma might, “I can always call him up when I get back to California.” THE MIDNIGHT EARL . | || Jimmy Durante nd Margaret Truman discussed her appearance
on his TV show. Said Jimmy Once 1 lived in . Democratic district where at election, the Republicans only got two votes. So what happens The Democrats demanded a recount!” The Sid Caesars are expecting. If Fred Allen who returns from Europe Thursday act-
ually goes hack on TV Sundays at 7. he'll be
bucking his old pal Jack Benny's air show GOOD RUMOR MAN: Tew Avres three-time date at El Boraccho has been“model Gloria Stavers... Frank Sinatra’'ll give Jackie Gleason a hottle-green Cadillac limousine to do his TV show. . . Betty Calman’'s in “The Marrving Kind." COULD LEO DUROCHER have thought the Jintzs didn't have a chance? Celebrity Service notes that he and Laraine had reservatigns to return to California yesterday! B'WAY BULLETINS: Ex-Dead End Kid Huntz Hall flew in for his mother’s funeral. . . . Time Mag's cover's supposed to jinx athletes. Well, in last week's, Bert Lahr's wearing a NY Giants’ uniform. . Singer Fran Warren and Cafe boss Harry Steinman, the newlyweds, are gunning for people spreading rumors they're splitting. EARIL'S PEARLS Most middle-aged men who claim thev're as fit as a fiddle. says the Gilded Cage's Ernestine Mercer, look like a bass drum. WISH I'D SAID THAT: If a woman: driver in front of vou holds out her hand, she isn't necessarily signaling Mavbe she's just admiring a new ring Cindy Heller - o> o> SALOON SALAMI: One new “Mr. & Mrs.” team iz held together only by the money they make. . . . Pierre Hotel's trying to sign Marlene Dietrich to sing _ Ilona Massev's low neck’ i= making coal miners go “Whee!” while plaving “Tonight or Never’ in Pennsylvania.
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TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: A owner hoasted. “I have the best-behaved cafe audiences ‘in town.” Replied a friend Sure, vou water your whisky.” . When introduced to a playvgal at a cocktail party, Eileen Barton cooed, “T've heard so much 1hout_vou- now I'd like to hear your gide!”
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CAFE DIALOGUE: “My wife's very clever.” . .. “Yeah, mine finds out about everything, too." . .. That's Earl, brother.
It's Play Ball and the Devil with All Else &
playoff, this is a thing that you and I could understand. Bobby Thomson bangs one into the seats in the ninth and nobody could veto it or overrule it on a delicate technicality of parliamentary law. The ending was happy, from a sporting standpoint, even to the most rabid Brooklyn aficionado, becausa the Jints earned and the Brooks didn't deserve it and everybody knew it,
BUT THE infatuation of the public with such a minor thing of importance had nothing te do with the actual contest. I believe that we are
compensating now, for all the rough
merely cerebration we have been let in for lately.
You cannot punish people indefinitely with the load of solving everything, everywhere, and you cannot say that one sector of man shall lug the load of stranger folks’ burdens. No matter what the implied importance of the happiness of the billion Chinese or the downtrode Indian peasant or the Middle Eastern serf who lives where the oil grows, the implication dulls when we are constantly faced with the necessity of coping with a thing you can’t see or deal with directly, This goes even for the horrid threat of the atom, because most of uk “can't add a column of figures and trigonometry is & mire of mystery and we couldn't crack an atom with a hammer and chisel. ’ od»
INSOFAR AS the front pages are concerned, for the last few days there was not one word that didn’t have tr» World Series tacked onto it. We went hog-wild "over a prize fight, and even the back-yard brawling of a couple of Hollywood hams was dignified by serious attention. This devotion to the simple trivia sounds a lot more
like we used to be, when the nation was healthy, .
than our recent role of solvers of the world’s weighty woes. I realize that this is treasonous to the self-assumed role of salvationists we have assumed; but’ I don't care. Away with the Russians, adieu tg the atom, and let the Baluchistanian babu look after his own headaches. Play ball!
ably going to. Minneapolis. with. my ideas... Lhetter
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Scenes In The Life Of WAF
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URING the last war years, a Marine corporal fighting somewhere in the Pacific was a herc-to his little sister, Betty Jane Toney, back home in grammar school in Terre Haute. .
Today, 22-year-old Betty Jane has risen to rank of sergeant in the WAF, after less than a year of service. Now stationed at‘Mitchel Air Force Base, close to New York City, Betty Jane was originally sent to an Air Force trade school at Lowry Air Force Base, Colo., afte completing basic ‘training in Texas. Will she follow the trade she has learned when a civilian again? The answer is no, because “I don't want to be a civilian again’’ declares Betty Jane. “I'm going to remain in the Air Force until I marry a service man!” “I certainly do want to get married, and have lots of children. But I don’t think I want to marry a civilian, I like this life and the type of men I meet in the service. Thev've learned responsibility.” Pretty and popular, Sergeant Toney was named “Miss Air Force Aid" in a popularity contest recently. She was one member of a three-way tie for first place among the. 147 WAF's stationed at Mitchel Air Force Base. Betty Jane's parents, Mr. and Mrs. LeRoy Toney, reside at 509 Riggi St., West Terre Haute. Her oldest brother, ex-
Two older brothers live in Terre Haute.
Marine William Harrison Toney, who was her inspiration
to join the service, works in Indianapolis for Eli Lilly and Co.
FREE RIDES TO FUN—Able to fly anywhere in the country on: furlough,
Jetty Jane boards an Air Force plane.
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SHE LIKES THE AIR FORCE—(Left}—Unsuspecting Betty Jane suns herself on the diving board at Mitchel Field, but a second later she was swimming, helped by smiling Cpl. Vince Barnett. * (Circle Inset}—Well-trained, Betty Jane is able to make adjustments on the intricate tabulating machine she uses. (Right}—Proving that mail is important, Betty Jane eagerly reads the news from Indiana.
GUYS AND A DOLL—Betty Jane shares a table with two airmen, eating a hearty meal prepared af Mitchel Air Force Base.
GOOD FOOD, TOO—Smiling Betty Jane acts the "chow-hound" in the
air base mess hall.
REEDOM OF THE PRESS—From Zenger to Oatis (5)
AREER ESE TERE) Not all of the battles | fezowes] wp for a free press have ended in victory. Argentina’s La Prensa is the most recent case in point. \ Buenos Aires plant housing South Amet- jd ica’s biggest and § best newspaper stands empty today, I
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The man wha silenced La Prensa wos dictator Juan Peron, Argentina’s president. Using tricks that Hitler and Mussolini taught the world, Peron sought to end La Prensa’s fearless criticism of his rule by penalizing with innumerable traffic tickets, seizing news-
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Last February, 1300 workers were turned away from rie plant by gunfire. One wos killed. In May, the government formally took over the suspended publication. Defiant editor-publisher Gainza Paz fled te Uruguay, barely escoping arrest. Though La Prensa’s voice has been gagged, free newspapers have taken up her cry for the right to speak the truth.
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When Dr. Alberto Gainza Paz, La Prensa’s owner and editor-in-chief, refused to toe the Pe- p ron propaganda line, the government: sponsored news vendors’ union asked for outrageous’in-
down, the vendors picketed La Prensa, barring editorial