Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 October 1951 — Page 19

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ALY, THOSE who roll out of the sack ‘after 7:30 a. m. and miss the beautiful dawns we early birds have been enjoying, raise your hands, For shame. J How can you sleep the best part of wonderful days? Do you realize the moon, these mornings along about 5 a. m,, is about the brightest ol’ moon you ever did , see? And the air is the most i fragrant, invigorating you ever did breathe? It isn't hard to understand what is meant by “Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” Rare, rare indeed, are the new days being born. Yesterday morning, for example, when I hit the deck at 4:45 a. m,, I was almost delirious. Carefully parting my eyelids lest the moonglare hurt my eyes, I wondered what ever possessed me to get up. Only for a moment, though. Several early-rising friends had described in breathtaking detail what to expect. As I pounded the pavement towardgthe Circle along Meridian St., IT thought what a” shame it was that' so few people were out. It was too much for one man to take,

«> > b THE STARS were winking, the moon beaming and the soft breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, urging them all to wake up. I helped the breeze by throwing a couple *of rocks into a Norway maple. Frankly, being awake and on the move at § in the morning was a new experience. Everything was so quiet. There Were few autos on the streets. The eastern sky was just beginning to-brighten. My city was asleep bat mot for long. You eould feel the first gentle stir‘as a bakery truck rattled

gained momentum, a for his ride. * Excitement filled the air. It was good to b¥ alive taking advantage of and enjoying to the fullest a day that might not be repeated. Soon there would be rain, chilly winds, gray skies. On a corner I hailed an old gentleman cheerfully, wishing him the top of the morning. He stared for a moment and grunted. I felt sorry for him,

'orker. toughed and waited

oo » ; A STREETCAR came to a stop. I hopped on eagerly so I could experience the thrill so many

It Hap By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, Oct. 17—All the world knows about certain traits of a few (ah, indeed, a verv few) bartenders. One of these bartenders, according to Abe Attell, was seen to take a $1 bill, handed to him by a customer in payment for a drink, and slip it into his pocket. Then, realizing the boc<s had seen him, he thought quickly, and said to the boss: “How d’you like that customer? Must be crazy. Gave me a tip—and didn't even pay for the drink!”

“bh ON COLUMBUS DAY, Martin Quigley pushed his way through the parade crowds and managed to make his way to the Algonquin Round Table where he told Louis Nizer, Elmer Leterman and

the others, with a deep sigh, “I had more trouble getting here than Columbus did.” > “oo oS

MARGARET TRUMAN'S candor pleases most everybody she meets. Talking to Jimmy Durante about her TV appearance with him, she made clear she wouldn't want any jokes about her father, One of Jimmy's writers pointed out that on the “Big Show,” she didn't object to somebody telling her, “Your father's on his yacht, your mother's in Kansas City, you're on this program

~=—who's minding the store?”

“I didn’t object,” admitted Margaret, “because I didn’t understand it.” SH - BEFORE Joyce Mathews went into hiding, she told Milton Berle, “Remember I love you, no matter what happens’ — Gypsy Rose Lee's husband, Julio de Diego, is undergoing anh operation but keeping it a secret from Gypsy, who's touring Spain with her son Erik and due back next month The Skouras Theaters may buy the Roxy, which 20th-Century-Fox must sell under Gov't. order— Ginger Rogers was discussing the bare possibility "of again postponing the opening of her ‘R'way show, “Love and Let:Love.,” now due Friday. Somebody recalled that Billy Rose postponed “Jumbo” repeatedly, but.had a hit finally. At that time, a B'wayite said, “What will it do?” The answer was: “If it lasts as long as it's been postponed, it'll have a long run.” (And it did). ® * 9

DAGMAR returns to television Oct. 23 as a guest on the Frank Sinatra show—after almost two months off. The other day while she was busy autographing pictures that cost her 10c each, I asked whether she would be working regularly soon. “Of course!” she said. “I have to work so 1 can make enough money to send out pictures!” ¢ & 2 “THIS IS THE TIME of year,” says TV Comic Jackie Gleason,” when college boys— especially those playing foot-ball-—send their parents an allowance every month.”

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, Oct. 17—If by some unlikely chance I were working for his majesty's government, I would fire the vice chancellor in chagge of public relations for insular stupidity in sending Princess Liz and her spouse to this continent at a time when the nation is preoccupied with a World Series and the upcoming football season. I know the first port of call was Canada, but we have been covering the good lady in half« hearted manner from long distance, and she has been more or less making the girdle-ad-vertisement section of the press, because there is no living royalty, including King Zog, who can compete with a World Series of the intensity of this late lamented classic. Liz's safari to this strange land has been less epic than routine, and there are some citizens about who wouldn't know, and couldn't care less, that the continent

has been invaded. You get to thinking about timing, once in a while, and then you think how smart the boys who dumped Willie Moretti were. Here is an instance in which the vice president in charge of murder must .be complimented for advanced

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IT IS WELL KNOWN that any hoodlum of * bigger than 22-caliber is bound to be on hand at Series time. All the little tough towns, like Evansville and Akron and Cicero and East St. Lou, are .emptied of their criminal content. The nation’s crookedness converges on New York, and there is no way for an honest cop to say that Joe and Pete and Sluggy and Icepick are possible suspects due to being absent from the home fold. So in the midst of the conclave, some guys named Charlie meet poor old Willie and give it to him in the ear, and they leave hats with local datelines on the hatband, and the moral is clear: Here 1s 8 hat, boys. Don't talk through it. And then they go to the ball game. :

pened Last Night

feel every morning going to work. Gay, cheerful, contented workers. I wanted to be part of them, rub elbows with them, talk about the contents of theirflunch buckets.

I was the oply passenger. The streetcar was going to 46th St. and College Ave. The operator was in no mood to discuss the moon, the stars; the fragrance of fall. All he was interested in was his streetcar.

Most of the buildings and homes were dark. I tried to imagine how many of my fellow citizens were sleeping, unaware that they were missing the best part of their day, letting so much beauty slip into eternity. Should they be awakened? Ah, there was a light in a window. There was a man pulling out of his driveway. Indianapolis was waking up by degrees, slowly, keeping pace with the brightening sky. “ Gb AT 46TH ST. the operator announced he was going to turn his streetcar around and head for town. He was surprised when I handed him another token. 0 “I want to ride and ride and enjoy the morning and the company of my fellow man,” I said. “You all right?” “In excellent spirits, my good man. How could anyone feel otherwise on a morning such as this?” “I could tell you how.” A man wearing a mackinaw, railroader’'s hat and overalls, came aboard and slumped in a seat. He closed hig eyes and shut out my beautiful world. Two squares up another callous fellow plopped into 4 seat and stared at the advertisements. What manner of creatures were these? Instead of happy voices, gay .Jaughter, there was silence. Could it be that I was wrong? Could it be that the miracle of a new day would g0 unnoticed, unheralded? Looked like it, --°

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watked marveling at {he Sharp outlines of the buildings against the sky and the.veil of shadows at their bases. | ’ : The horizon became pink -and was a perfect match for my eyes. Daylight sneaked into Indianapolis and I had seen it. The moon continued to hang on, imitating the sun. At 6:10 I was back in bed. Carefully pinching my eyelids shut lest the sunshine hurt my eyes about 10. I wondered what possessed. me two* hours earlier. Getting up at 4:45 a. m. is for the birds. The dawn can come up and the moon can g0 down without me.

Fast-Thinking Bartender Has a Good Answer

HIYA, INDIANAPOLIS! I just met Mrs. Virgil. Campbell, 3821 E. 38th St., Forest Manor, and Mrs. Lucy Thomas, 3907 FE. 38th St., who were in from Indianapolis attending major football and baseball games. “How'd you get tickets?” I asked Mrs. Campbell, whose daughter Gretchen, is married to sports writer Pat Lynch. “We knew a guy who had a pull , . , my son-in-law!” she said. oo o> <> THE MIDNIGHT EARL ... Lovely Marianne O'Brien Reynolds is puzzled about the eccentric conduct of her millionaire husband, tobacco heir Dick Reynolds. She last saw him in August when they lunched in Paris. Since then he's been ‘‘unreported.” She's been unable to reach him in Europe. The other day hearing that he was at the N. Y. Athletic Club under an assumed nam (although they have a home on Beekman Pl) she went there to try to talk things over, but if he'd been there, ne'd checked out. Mrs. Reynolds, the beautiful red-haired former movie actress, now the mother of two, is about ready to see her lawyers. ©“ HS 5

WHO'S NEWS: Martha Roundtree gets the Women for Achievement Award ... Today's Daily Double: Writer Jack Barnett and singer Betty George . . . Siegi Sessler returns to England— he'll be back in March to open his own club .. Joe E. Lewis, Milt E. Berle, Jim E. Durante, and Bill E. Daniels gathered for the Latin's annual show of shows . .. Sophie Tucker and company (namely, Ted Shapiro). Sophie's slimmer and trimmer and just as wonderful as ever. dd. ; GOOD RUMOR MAN: What a time this would be to re-release Billy Rose's book, “Wine, WOMEN and Song” with just a couple chapters added about Eleanor & Joyce. Could almost pay the alimony expenses! , . . Inez Robb spurned offer tosreturn to society editing . .. The Monte Gardners have a baby dtr. . . . Grace Hartman uses Boy Friend Norman Abbott and Gabe Dell- as partners when she returns to dancing at the Shamrock in Houston Oct. 23 . . . Dorothy Wenzel's a USO-Camp Shows trouper. . a EFEARL'S PEARLS: Danny Thomas—who uses only clean TV material—is his own censor. He explains, “I read my fan mail before it's written.” & oO . B'WAY BULLETINS: The Bob Topping-Lana Turner divorce will feature, if it goes to court, geveral “wire taps”. . . . More shaking up is due the Police Dept. . . . Larry Parks will appear in independent films in N. Y. which he'll co-produce. ... Lila Leeds, recently divorced in Chicago from drummer Don Collum, is seeing the N, Y. sights with pianist Irv Craig. “o> BH TODAY'S CORN: Taffy Tuttle doesn't know much about football. When Jack Gilford told her he’d kicked a goal, she said, “Why, what did the goal do?” . ’ > o OLD BUT STILL TRUE: When the bride enters the church she’s thinking three things: Alsle, altar, hymn. , , . That Earl, brother.

Princess Liz and Phil Pay ‘Untimely’ Visit

BECAUSE THEY KNOW the ball game is a cinch to obscure anything of vital importance, such as killing Willie, or developing a new bomb, or a tax hike, or a rent raise. Baseball i= about the last thing we have here of paramount importance that so far has been tamper-proof. As such it commands a tremendous interest, and the nation knocks off. I can tell you simply why the visit of Princess Liz and the scragging of Poor Willie was neglected to the detriment of royal presence and illegal removal. Baseball is a thing we can trust, and the mere existence of a conflict that reflects personal security is automatic front-page news. oo

THE FOLKS mightn’'t trust Truman and his friends, but they know mighty well that a pitcher would dust off his grandmother to protect an earned-run average. Acheson is open t6 doubt, but DiMaggio*ain’t. The kids take dope, perhaps, and muggers abound, and you never know whether the man on the stand is telling the truth. The cops steal and the political hookup with the mob is apparent, and the air is full of sound and fury. ded

BUT MAJOR league baseball has stayed clean, despite all efforts to contaminate it, since the boys figured that basketball and football were automatic cinches for corruption. The big effort to debase it was definitely on until the préfessional football scandals and the basketball nastinesses came about, and the boys lost a little heart. The Kefauver emphasis on criminality further deterred the fix, and all the noise this

year about general wrongdoing has halted a gang

effort to “organize” Ab Doubleday’s heir,

It is a sad thing that a simple sport like baseball is bigger than a queen-to-be’s visit or the murder of a top racketeer and bigger than the mess in Washington, or the implied doom of us all, atomwise, ollwise, diplomacywise. And

the answer is easily as simple as the sport. All

of us need something to hang onte, and darned if baseball isn't about the last best security we

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ALL ABOARD — Mervin MecNew, a brakeman for the New York Central System, takes a camera with him to work. He "shoots" pictures of other trains and scenes along the way.

SIGHTSEEING—The Mormon Church at Salt Lake City, Utah,

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MONUMENT—The Garfield Park monument to the Confederate

soldiers and sailors who died there while prisoners of war.

SCENERY This is the Forest Lawn Memorial Park w picture celek ities are entombed. Mr. McNew has an assortment of cameras, one of -

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REST STOP—This picture was shot from the Hanging Bridge over Arkansas River at Royal Gorge during a |5-minute rest stop.

Mausoleum in Glendale, Calif., where many py Bi ‘CASEY’ MeNEW-—Mr. McNew's camera enthusiast, took this

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By JEANE JONES

: (CASEY JONES with a camera. That's Mervin McNew

of 1445 Blaine Ave., a brakeman for the New York

Central System.

Mr. McNew has been packing a camera along with

his lunch for the last six years. Tired of missing good pictures because his camera was at home, Mr, McNew is now prepared to shoot pictures of trains, people and whatever catches his fancy on the run, between Indianapolis and Kankakee, II. The camera bug bit Mr, MecNew about 31 years ago, ‘and once you're bitten,” Mr. MecNew says, ‘you never get away.” 4 o o HIS 12-year-old son, Orris, is a shuttérbug too. Orris rattles off photQgraphy terms like ound, negatives” = (developA A

Until recently the boy's Tpic-ture-tgking was done with a small box ¢amera, but he took the picture of his father which appears here with Dad's Speed Grafic. For a time, taking pictures with a box camera satisfied Mr. McNew too, but as the disease progressed, Mr. McNew entered the “print, develop and enlarge my own” stage. A Speed Grafic camera was next.

= = 2 RECENTLY a picture of lightning which Mr. MecNew took

ORE BRA SPIRO A MB Jarging) like a veteran.

appeared in The Times, He has sold pictures to Associated Press and Fire Underwriters. His work also appeared In Service, News, K. of P. publication, and the New York Central magazine, Headlight.

Combining railroading and photography, Mr.- McNew takes many pictures of locomotives, and railroad wrecks and accidents. He has more than 150 locomntive pictures in his collection. “I like to shoot old loco-

motives, the kind that are dis- -

appearing from the roads,” the lanky rajlroader explains.

as well-as an itchy camera finger. He and. his camera have been in most of the 48 states. “I've missed three of them,” Mr. McNew says, ‘“Washington, Oregon and Wyoming, but ’'ll get to them some day, too.”

He began railroading in 1913 at the age of 15. “My dad died that year and I had to go to work. I started as a fireman on the now extinct Chicago, Terre Haute & Southeastern line,” he recalls, “Didn't like it much, but I had to earn a living. Rallroading grows on you.”

IRON HORSE—What could interest a trainman more than a train? On the job or on vacation, one of Mr. McNew's favorite “subjects” is a train. This one was in Pueblo, Colo.

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