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Inside Indianapolis - By Ed Sovola ’

BIG THINGS are happening on the male midriff front, and the final windup may be that ‘we'll be a nation of thin men. Healthy signs, wise signs, we're going to look at.

First, the tailors, the men who say they see men as tall as they used to be and as short as they used to be but not as fat as they used to be, speak. A downtown tailor, a man with 20 years of experience, wailed: “I have so much work cutting down suits for my cus-’ tomers that I'm promising delivery after Jan. 3, 1952.” y This slim-it-down trend has . been gaining momentum for the past two years. Today the melting pot seems to be overflawing. The tailor is cutting down suits to fit men 10, 20, 30 and in one case, 50 pounds lighter.

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“I'VE NEVER seen anything like it. It must be worry that's doing it,” the tailor said.

‘A check with physicians at General Hospital who specialize with the problems of hypertension revealed the tailor to be partially correct. There is definite proof that obesity aggravates hypertension. The first thing a doctor tells a patient who is ‘suffering from hypertension is to cut down on his weight. Research physicians aren't surprised at the business the tailors are having. They claim the public is getting better educated in matters of health. The’ increasing toll heart disease takes each ‘year is making those who can sit up and take notice, to do so. = & 6 >

: of 5 : ONE OF THE gentlemen in white wanted this brought to the attention of readers over 50. He sald, “Only half of what persons eat after 50 is

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Another emphasized the seriousness of overweight by asking to ‘try and imagine carrying 30 or 40 pounds of weight in a sack on one’s shoulders all day. In reality, even though poundage is distributed over the body,

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It Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson

" NEW YORK, Oct. 19-—The story of the comeback of Judy Garland on Broadway is hard for me to write because of the tears that are Niagaraing down my typewriter. I take it back. I didn't slobber, but many, many did. It'll be said that Judy and two-a-day vaudeville both staged | a comeback. Actually, lovable Judy, only] 28, but with 50 years’ worth of trouble ‘behind her, came back, and dragged two-a-day along. It may not stay. Judy will. A New Year'sish crowd that didn’t give a damn about Judy's personal life packed Times Sq.) to see her while inside the Palace were the celebrities who sniffied § when she sang and yelled for § more when she quit. ¢ ®

I DIDN'T weep for the two- fi a-day she sang about. For I'd 8% never seen it. Two-a-day faded ¥ away here on Feb. 4, 1933—two years before I hit this town. “A lot of people say she made them cry,” TI remarked to a party named Harry Contrary in the lobby afterward. “I was one of them,” he an- Betty Garrett swered. I could have cried for another reason, though. I was in a li'l ole blue shirt. Everybody really important was formal—Marlene Dietrich, Dorothy Lamour and Gloria Swanson all wearing evening gowns, and Ken Murray wearing an evening cigar. Snub-nosed and round-cheeked, 20 pounds lighter than when she got needled about her weight in England, Judy came out in a gown that everybody said was all wrong, and, with her feet

wide apart, sang her pretty head off. eer 2 * @ & SUCH applause. She wiped away the perspiration with an orange handkerchief, remarking, “It isn't very

ladylike, but it's very necessary.” She had a sweet little girl look that' made us feel big brothers to her and understand her troubles. Afterward there was an enormous celebrity party at 2l1—superintended by her boy friend, 8id Luft—with such folks as Faye Emerson in a new haircut, Gloria Swanson with Barton Brent, Eva Gabor with Stu Barthelmess on hand and even underfoot.

“I'm surprised you didn't ery,” somebody sald to Judy.

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

~NEW... YORK, Oct:—19==1 realized —a lifelong ambition the other day—to play engineer on a fast train—and must report that my heart is broken. The Erie people put me aboard a streamlined diesel job, on a 133-car haul from Port Jervis to Jersey City, and it was about as exciting as taking a taxi. A railroad engineer, it always seemed to me, had more glamour than a cowboy or a sea cap'n or a baseball player or a tough detective or an airline pilot. I am an old Casey Jones admirer

from ’way back, and I used to stand at the crossings on the off-chance the engineer might wave at me and give me a modicum of dignity for the day. The sound of a train in the night always has been the most stimulating of all sensory impacts. When I heard a train go, “weeeeee-ooooohh!” I wanted to cry, run away, or burn down the house, just because I was so excited. The chuffing of an old steam-engine job, the clacking wheels, and the smell of train smoke rank topmost amongst my boyhood souvenirs.

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BUT THE general dieselization of our train ? transport has wrecked the whole dream for me. I know all the answers—diesel is cheaper, stronger, faster, smoother, and the old steam engine is doomed to be a blood brother to the Great Auk in the extinction files. I think my Erie friends have some 400-odd oilburners as opposed to 100plus steamers, and one of these days I suppose there just won't be any more cinder-throwers working on the railroads.

But a diesel, despite all its many virtues, has a whistle that sounds like a ship. It sure don't sound. like a train. A diesel doesn’t huff and puff and chuff like a train. It sneaks along as smoothly as a new Cadillac. It ain't a train at all, actually. It is a hybrid of boat and auto, and I resent it. tide

THE ENGINEER and the fireman don’t resent “it, though. The engineer sits on a soft chair in an air-conditioned cab, with an icebox up forward and a glove compartment in which to keep the Bloves he doesn't need any more. He hag less

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weight must go along,” up the stairs, while a person walks and works. Tough on the ticker: “You don’t see very many old fat men, do you?” asked the specialist, “If they're very fat they're seldom very old,” - Tailors believe. the male animal in recent years has become more clothes conscious and’ that 4n turn creates more interest in personal appearance and health. There's more color, more style in men's clothing. Stars such as grandfather Ezio Pinza stimulate the male ego considerably, too. 3 oo oe

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‘ TAILORS SAY fall and spring are big seasons for alterations. It used to be that a‘ gentleman would increase his midriff a few inches during the winter and come spring the demothballized wardrobe would find its way to a tailor shop. The same would happen during the summer months. Vacations and liquid diets, loose clothing are natural paths to obesity. Winter clothes wouldn't fit then. Good business for the clothing cutups, Today that seasonal expansion isn't as prevalent, Farsighted men say in a couple of years, if the present trend continues, the seasonal alteration business could be nonexistent. < All the information gleaned from the tailors has been passed on to the doctors who have been contacted. They were delighted with .the news. Contrary to what some people think, doctors do not like to see you sick. They are more interested in preventive medicine, just as the dentist is more interested in preserving your teeth.

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ONE NATONALLY' known researcher expressed concern over indiscriminate dieting. He thinks health articles in national magazines for the layman are good food for thought. Action, however, is another thing. Strict diets .should be discussed with a Phy. siclan. Often more harm .than’gond can-result by home treatment. Many factors-enter-ina diet. RACE Eond FOr kt Tor Anampre inet RS Gua Food for thought. ~ Ah, but the trend to do away with bay windows is on, has been verified and we can look forward to a healthier, more handsome American male. Aren’t you glad, ma'am?

Many Cry as Judy Makes a Comeback

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“What d'you think I was doing in the wings?” asked Judy. “After applause like that!” Judy is back, winning new garlands.

THE MIDNIGHT EARL . . . Margaret Truman had a date with Robert Merrill for the Met Opera opening—Dbut canceled it because she has a conflicting concert. . .. That razor sponsor oulbid the movie theaters for TV rights on the next Joe Louis fight, so it goes out over NBC. Author H. Allen Smith's in London going over Boswell’s old route for a new book... . Two hand--some stags together at the Palace opening: Billy Rose and Bob Leavitt, So ob »

GOOD RUMOR MAN: The genius behind Judy Garland's comeback was Abe Lastfogel of the Morris Agency who practically revived two-a-day to use it as a proper setting for Judy's return. . Lastfogel is Dorothy Lamour's new -adviser, too, Dotty having left MCA. . Jimmy "Durante is getting letters from two or three women saying they're “Mrs. Calabash” and that they're the One. “- 6 &

WISH I'D SAID THAT: “I wasn't exactly a bad boy but when I was 6 my parents left home.”

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EARL’S PEARLS: Billy Reed defines 5 o'clock shadow: The detective that a wife hires to watch her husband at the end of his day's work. & o

B'WAY BULLETINS: Larry Parks is looking for a B'way show. Betty Garrett flew in with him to do the TV Comedy Hour. ... Brenda Frazier's in the market for a home on the Connecticut River. ... Jim Farley's been approached to become head of the Empire State Bldg. Corp. “O&O

WHO'S NEWS: Today's Daily Double: Her-

‘man Levin and Taffy, Buckner at El Morocco. ...

Former Copa luminary Nick Kelly will manage Monte Proser’'s La Vie en Rose. . . , Tony and Sally DeMarco, the smoothest dance team in the drew a plush and: admiring crowd for their Cotillion Room opening. Sharing the applause was pert singer Dana Gibson. . . , Nancy Oaks DeMarigny is en route to Mexico City from Europe to vigit her lavish new home which features a swimming pool in the middle of the living room. SS

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TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: From an English program: Gal 'to guy: “Go on, say I'm beautiful.” Guy: “Well, it's silly, but I'll say it: ‘I'm beautiful.’ ” o & oH MANY A GUY who says he's a good soul, is a heel.—That's Earl, brother.

Playing Engineer Is Big Letdown

than a half-dozen cranks and gadgets to worry about, and, so help me, he wears a white collar to work. So does the fireman. There is radio telephone, of course, so there is much conversation with the chief terminal, and a passing train will ring up to swap a word or so to the effect that a freight car’s slip is showing.

There is no smoke, no cinders, none of that wonderful old pungent smell of coal. S&S Sd. WE WERE WHIPPING along, at times, at a clean 60 miles an hour. and there was no sensation of speed. Nobody was yanking at any throttles, or riding alpng with his head sticking out the window, and the fireman, as I said, was not black, or greasy, like he used to be when the Old 97 got its lumps that historic day. Once in a while the engineer pulled the whistle, which said, ‘‘beep-beep,” instead of, “wheee-oooh,” or twisted a gimmick, but mostly he smoked cigarettes and worried about his income tax. The fireman had a couple or three dials to look at, and he and the engineer swapped signals some, but the glamour was gone, a> o> >

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IT SEEMS to me that there is little room for us perpetual juveniles to yearn in any more. Cowboys have airplanes. Aviators are no longer dashing adventurers, but cropped-haired young men who fly according to radio and beacons and radar and iron mikes, Sea cap'ns have radar and loran and the old art of sight-taking and shooting the stars is more funful luxury than necessity. I don’t believe jn Santa Claus any longer, cops seem to be more than average crooks, athletes allow themselves to be fixed, and they have taken most of the thrill out of trains. I spent 30-some years looking forward to being an engineer, and I didn’t even get a cinder in my eye. What this country needs is new horizons for the young to dream about. Bring back the covered wagon, I say, and the sailing ship. Then we will eventually get around to laying a few rails—not the plastic ones they are considering now—and maybe someday we will invent the airplane. And not for cowboys, either. Cowboys should oughta stick to hosses, like in the rodeo at Madjgon Square Garden. ; -

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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1951

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Don’t Protrude the Posterior—

She Teaches Way To Curtsy

By DOUGLAS LARSEN

Times Special Writer

Vy sSHGrON, Oct. 19 ‘You must not protrude your posterior.”

And there in a nutshell

you have the secret of meeting Princess Elizabeth and the Duke of Edinburgh the way they do it in the Court of St. ames. . “That's just my very nice way of saying it,” explains Evelyn McCullagh. “There's really a lot more‘to it than that, and you . know it's so terribly important to do it just right if you are going to do it at all.” Miss McCullagh is a pretty, buxom, Irish-born lady somewhere this side of middle age who enthusiastically admits: “I am the only person in the U. 8S. who teaches the court curtsy, etiquette and procedure necessary- for presentation to thdir majesties the King and Queen of England.” She is in Washington making. her exclusive talent available to

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Princess and’ DuXe, on their coming visit, in -the absolutely correct manner. She charges $25 for the short course and $100 for .ghe full treatment. The latter includes a demon-

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2 “WHEN YOU DIP properly you use one muscle, which, if it isn’t exercised beforehand, might be stiff the next day,” she explains. ‘She will not divulge just exactly what muscle that is. A trade secret. Miss McCullagh appears to be doing a land-office business. But she refuses to identify any of her customers. “Oh, they are important people who live on Connecticut Ave. all right,” she says, “but if I should tell any of their names, you know, some of their friends could be jealous or say something. Best we just don’t mention names.” She frankly admits one simple fact which could bring her current boom crashing down around her ears. “You know, you really don't have to curtsy, bow or do anything right at all, really, because the Princess and Duke are trying to be terribly democratic about the whole business,” she admits in a rather shocked voice. “But as long as you are going to make some gesture of deference, and you will do it instinetively, I warn you, you might just as well make the correct ones,” she adds with relief.

2 = = =, THE PROPER GREETING for both of the royal pair when you meet them is, “How do you do, your Royal Highness,” she explains. Then, she warns, “You can't just b o w. because, of course, your behind will stick out, and that is perfectly awful.” She says the men should bow slightly and the women curtsy. The gesture is made twice, once for each of the royal pair. If you meet them only once after the full course—and are provincial enough never to meet royalty again—that makes the cost approximately $50 per curtsy, not to mention cab fare. But she assures you it's avorth every cent of it. An incorrect bow is just about the most serious mistake you can make when meeting the Duke and Princess, she thinks. When told that former Vice President John Gar-

HOW NOT TO MEET A PRINCE—Is the: horrible exams at left. Arena. Stage actors demonstraté. both ways. The sorract pro left hand on the stomach and body only slightly bent.

cedure (at right) is a slight bow.

ner slapped the King of England on the back when he vis‘ited here and said: “Pleased to meetcha, Mr. King,” she threw up her hands in horror. “I know that just could not have happened. Gracious! Not to the King of England,” she insists.

Spencer Remembers—

Indiana Has Corner On

By EARL WILSON

The Times Broadway Columnist NEW YORK, Oct. 19— The other day a 19-year-old girl arrived from

Venice bearing an international award that belonged partly to Spencer, Ind. Gay girl's name.

McEldowney was the Her mother, Mal-

vina McEldowney, was a news-

paper publisher in Spencer when she was 16. The award, called “the Lion

of .St.. Mark," -presented-by-the International Film Festival in Venice, is an Italian version‘of the Hollywood Oscar. It was given to Gay's father and Malvina's husband. Kenneth Mec-

Eldowney, for his fine picture,

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WASHINGTON'S privilege of having Miss McCullagh's special talent available at such an opportune time is due to Texas oil man Glenn McCarthy. She is a dancing instructor at his Shamrock Hotel in Houston. McCarthy is known for wanting the best of everything, re-

“So that as good as makes it Spencer's” Mrs. McEldowney said. She talks proudly of her days in Spencer where every-body-knew--her-by-her-maiden name, Malvina Heavenridge, although she's been around the world a couple of times since. “It's just a great town and

I'm going to write a book

about it,” she says. “For everybody there 1s a character.” » » ” MALVINA AND her husband let their daughter stay in Venice and collect the prize because they had to rush back here for the New York premiere of the picture—which they made in India.

Probably most Hoosiers don't know that {t was Malvina from Spencer who first told the world of Esther Williams. And then she got people to talking about Elizabeth Taylor. That was when she was a Hollywood press agent for Met-ro-Goldwyn-Mayer, practically living with the stars she was assigned to, cashing in on some of the tricks she'd learned as editor and publisher of the weekly Owen County Journal in Spencer. Malvina had learned tact, too, back in Spencer. She had to. Her father, Lyman Heavenridge, had been a Republican, running the Journal, while her mother’s father, George Griffin, was on the other side of the political fence, editing and publishing the Owe County Democrat. = “It was kind of ticklish,” admits. 2 5 ” GETTING RESTLESS in Spencer after a short tenure as publisher, she ran a little California paper for a while before becoming a press agent. Then after a few years she got restless again, and she and her husband went off to India

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HOw NOT TO MEET A"PRINCESS—Is demonstrated by the lady at oft, who leads with a feather to Yor nose and protrudes her posterior. The proper curtsying form is shown at right by Miss Evelyn McCullagh. The others are actors from the Arena Stage.

gardless of cost, and, as Miss McCullagh admits modestly: “I have the reputation of being the finest teacher of ball-

room dancing in this country.” She carries with her a heavy briefcase full of clippings telling how she has done such

Italian ‘Oscar’

Malvina recently told their story in the’ Saturday Evening Post—and Spencer's newsdealers sold out of copies. Malvina has been publicizing her own husband lately instead

of bathing beauties and glamour gals. Her husband wanted her to be listed as ‘associate producer,” or something, but she declined.

things as teach the waltz to King Alphonso of Spain, the King of Siam, the Prince and Princess Berar of Hyderabad and the Maharajah and Princess of Patiala. And she’s never protruded her posterior, which might be the secret of her success.

After Malvina and her huse band make a sequel to “The River,” Malvina says she seriously wants to write a beok about.Spencer. : Her mother, Gertrude Heave

enridge, and aunt, Myrtle Grif. fin, are still there. “And if two women don't know what's going on in a little town,” she says, “who does?”