Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 November 1951 — Page 23

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~. Inside Indianapolis

By Ed Sovola

COLUMBUS, O., Nov. 8—I came here, saw the tree 25 staff members of The Columbus Citizen are said to have stripped of 11,321 leaves “scientifically.” Saddest thing I ever saw. f ” Actually it's more of a bush than a tree. But the gall of these Buckeyes is tremendous, so this tree expert is going to overlook a great many of the reckless charges hurled his way. The Citizen cried “fraud” two weeks ago and set out to disprove the accuracy of 354,563, the true count of the leaves of a Norway maple in the heart of Hooslerland. : Despite the fact that last week, Dr. Lee Hutchins, head of the Division of Forest Pathology in Washington said: “I'd rather go along with Mr. Sovola’s total for a Norway maple instead of The Citizen's figure,” everyone here is still gloating over the accomplishment of Task Force Leafy Bower. ¢ & oS MY APPEARANCE in the editorial offices of The Citizen set off a chain reaction of hisses. I had anticipated the reception and #ame prepared. Attired in my white coveralls, I matched hiss for hiss. One can't say loyalty is lacking on The Citizen. Even in hissing, they stand together. , Staff Writer Dick Rodgers, followed closely by Lloyd Flowers, photographer, came to do the welcoming. “Fraud,” sneered Dick. “Cheat,” added Lloyd, over Dick's shoulder. pr Now that you two have identified yourselves, where is your boss?” I asked, calmly, since Truth was and always will be standing at my side. “My wish is to see this tree you people defiled

ON LOCATION—"Mr. Inside" inspects a leaf (picked off the ground)'in the tree The Columbus Citizen denuded to challenge his Indianapolis leaf.count. Hg looks and is dissatisfied.

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, Nov. 8—My dreams have been hag-ridden for several nights now by the dreadfull impact of a recent full-page advertisement in Life. A husband, obviously considering di-

vorce, huddles sullenly beneath the blankets. His bride is wearing that if-you-know-what's-good-for-you look. And the caption is: “No. It's your morning to turn up the

thermostat.” And. then - goes eo on to say that soon the poor ® fellow will have to crawl out | of his nice warm sack and v

shiver down the icy floors to turn up his old-fashioned thermostat. This, I believe, is the capsuled criticism of what's been happening to the country in recent years—so much contrived ease and

luxurious .

" convenience and fussy gadgeteering that a cer-

tain softening of the moral fibers is almost inevitable, “4 » YOUNG AS I AM—and I am but a boy—I can remember very well when just ordinary steam heat set a man aside from his fellows. Most of my tender years were spent freezing between potbellied stoves and bed, in rooms that never lost their ice-rink aspect. I was delighted when we finally got a coal furnace that heated the middle of one room, at least, if you went and stood over the grill. There is no point, of course, of advocating a return to the Spart delights of the outhouse and the springhouse, When modern plumbing and the food freezer have added considerable to our culture. And the airplane certainly beats the covered wagon as a vehicle on which to cross the continent. ; * + BUT WE ARE 50 newly come from the barenecessity age that we have given undue importance to gadgeteering and siothful ease. There just doesn’t seem to be enough actual work to do to keep us out of mischief. A certain petulance develops, as a direct result. There are no longer any “chores” for Junior, under the modern scheme of free development of personality, so Junior is out investigating marijuana for his kicks. Certainly, there is not enough economic insistence on family solidarity today, if only to protect the individual against the menace of cold, illness and hunger—so the family feels freer to go boom when John gets mad at Mary.

State Farmers | Like Pre-Dawn | Hillbilly Tunes

By EMERSON TORREY

HOOSIER farmers like hillbilly music before sunup. & Four out of five of their radios] gre tuned in on farm programs J while most city folks are still In| the sack. That's what a spot check of delegates to the Indiana 3 Farm Bureau convention here ™% showed. Mostly, the farmers listen for the weather and market reports. News and women's features, such 8s home economics aids, rate high. | But they go for the folk tunes. | “Sort of breaks up the program,” one explained. | » n " | THE DIRECTOR of a farm program originating from a local radio offered some observations on Hoosier farmers’ radio tastes. He has directed similar programs in Iowa and Illinois. 2 “In Iowa, they like semiclassical |

music,” he said. “In Indiana and] Illinois, they " strictly hill-!

billy.” . : A group of HooMer Farm Bureau delegates bacledhim up. Would they, if they could get it,| prefer some other type of music? “No siree,” they chorused.

Bows to Clerics’ Pleas BILOXI, Miss, Nov. 8 (UP)— The sheriff of Harrison County

bowed to the demands of 18 preachers today and ordered his

/¢ you are.”

POLIO PATIENTS—Youn today, snuggles in the arms of his mother, Mrs, 22, in a Detroit hospital where both are confined mother was stricken two weeks after Stevie's birth and is paralyzed - town who turned me back to

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T re e Leal-Count Meets a Challenge

in Franklin Park, if there really is such a tree. Is either of you competent enough to lead me to it?” The pair wilted before my piercing eyes, which burned with righteous indignation, “Show him, show him,” several colleagues chorused from behind filing cabinets and wastepaper baskets. Aye, that was my moment of triumph. 3 * oo © THERE WAS no retreat for the pair. They had stuck their necks out too far. IMftk recovered his composure first and said he was ready if Lloyd was. Lloyd said he was ready if Dick was. Gad. “Well, I'm ready. And I want to remind you that the police of Columbus know my whereabouts, and if I don't check in at headquarters within the hour, lusty of voice and sound of limb, the constabulary will be pounding on a door located at 34 N. Third St.” They were looking at a thorough man, unsteadily, true, but looking. On the way to Franklin Park, Dick and Lloyd changed their tune. They tried to put words in my mouth, : “You must admit,” purred Dick, “our methods, patterned after the Army, big business and Washington bureaus, are more reliable than your antiquated, primitive leaf-by-leaf count.”

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original count taken in July, not in the last week of. October as you people did. Dr. Lee Hutchins. “Hey, look at that blonde,” shouted Lloyd, interrupting. They're touchy about Hutchie. “I'll bet you don’t have anything like that in

. Indianapolis,” scoffed Dick.

“Gentlemen, our main concern of the moment is leaves, not blondes,” I said, tearing my eyes away from the creature who would have been worthy of attention under different circumstances.

Lloyd drove straight to Franklin Park and the ill-fated tree. Most of the trees were in a sad state of leafage, but The Citizen's guinea-pig Norway maple was the most pathetic sight. I felt a twinge of shame. In my heart there was sadness. .

“How could you do this to an Acer pjptanoides?” “Huh?” the two men grunted. “Experts. Scientists. Charlatans, that’s what

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I SWUNG into the low branchés with one effortless, graceful motion. A careful inspection revealed that no great harm was done to the tree. Next spring, provided The Citizen staff lays off, the terminal and lateral buds will burst forth. For a half hour I argued my case. At the end of that time and on the verge of coming to blows, I called it quits. My case rests. The Citizen used government methods unwittingly at a time when most of the leaves have fallen. And they picked on a peewee tree. x I maintained my left hand knew what the right was doing When I counted. I defy The Citizen to say the same about their aerial supervisors, ground divisions, transportation divisions, technical advisers.

Mr. Fiddle and Mr. Faddle, you can a tree and stay there. y BY ciumb

Gadgets Are ‘Making Us

A Bunch of Softies

THE AVERAGE modern woman of lower middle and middle means does not have to contend with the bone-crushing duties of her mother, who baked, washed, ironed, cooked, cleaned, sewed minded the children, milked the cows and took care of grandma. This is fine, but it does give the modern lady a great deal of extra leisure to be discontented with her lot of femininity. She is apt to figure that a refusal to turn up the thermostat means that Harry is nursing a symbolic resentment of her, and is liabje to build it into a divorce action. The age of the package, the short cut, the improvement, the gimmick, the time-saving whizzeroo has implied mainly just one thing: It is not necessary to do it for yourself. Let something else, or somebody else, do it for you. “> a THIS PROJECTS easily into a national lethargy which may demand a socialist state. which drops more and more emphasis on letting the government call your shot, of depending on others to tackle your problems for you. It certainly has made us more of a nation of grumdlers and whiners when the excess luxury is not immediately forthcoming. Our psychological disturbances have risen amazingly in the last few years, as have our divorce rate and our recognition of alcoholism as swvidence of unstable personality and inability to cope with certain realities. T can’t heln but believe that the boy with the “old“fashioned” thermostat supplies at least ‘part of the answer as to what's wrong with us. We have too much already, and are greedy for more, if more is to be obtained without effort.

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q—I have a hydrangea, one of the kind with pink flowers, I did not get it covered up before the temperature dropped so suddenly. Do you think it is worth doing now? It takes so long to do it I do not want to bother unless you think the buds are still alive. Mrs. P. M,, 1332 W. 34th, A—The sudden drop in temperature following a period of unseasonably warm weather in early fall and little of the normal gradual hardening of plants to the extreme cold probably spoiled tender hydrangea buds. But if your plant was in a protected spot and if it means a great deal to you to have it bloom, protect it. Ordinarily

winter damage comes more from alternate freezng and thawing of plant tissues than just from low temperatures alone.

Stevie Clements, one month old Clements, polio. The

deputies to stop the pie of sure} frum she wajef down, Sve anf jeter Stoviv entire the: haspita,

liquor in the legally dry county.

the youngest polio victim ever treated there.

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To the Heart of the Continent—-

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Canada Ready

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ALL IN CANADIAN WATERS—Map shows how Canada plans to build controversial St. Law- .

rence River Seaway all alone. Lack of U. S. participation would put entire project north of border.

By JAMES MONTAGNES Times Special Writer

ORONTO, Nov. 8— Sometime in 1960, ocean-going ships may be

able to steam up the St.

Lawrence River through Canadian waters and sail through all the Great Lakes. That is how Canadian planners visualize the future at the moment in their decision to go ahead and build the controversial 8t. Lawrence Seaway alone, without U. S. help, Although the U. 8. Congress has shelved action on the idea of a joint project until ‘1952, rather than actually turning down the idea, the present plan has been rebuffed for the past 10 years and has been under study since 1920.

Thus Canada has now. begun action to do the job alone, building all the canals to clear the St. Lawrence rapids on the

Canadian side of the interna-

tional boundary. Since there there are international complications to be cleared away, however, the door is still open should Congress change its mind early next year. 5 = = THREE MAJOR —considerations prompted Canada to give up waiting. Canada needs the power the waterway would ptovide for immediate industrial expansion. She needs the waterway to ship iron ore from the new fields being developed in Labrador and Northern Quebec to the steel mills in the Cleveland and Southern Ontario areas. And she needs the seaway to allow construction of larger naval vessels at Great Lakes shipyards as part of Canada's defense effort. Major pressure on the Canadian side of the border has come from Ontario, where a phenomenal industrial boom which has been growing since 1939 has pushed up ~ electric power needs.

Right after World War

Sonny Rides, Too—

Young Mother Is Top

By RICHARD KLEINER Times Special Writer

NEW YORK, Nov. 8 — Mrs. Carol Durand has a

17-months-old son named Dana. The boy has been"

riding horses for months—not alone, of course, but with

his mother.

It is only natural that any offspring of Mrs. Durand would be horse‘borne at a tender age, because she's probably the United States’ top horsewoman. She's the only woman on the U. 8. Equestrian Team, the foursome that guided America’s best jumping horses around the course at the National Horse Show here. She was, in fact, the only woman on any of the international teams—U. S, Canada, Ireland, Mexico and Brazil. Off duty, she sat quietly in a box seat at the show, watching the other events with a studious expression. The red, white and blue patch of the U. 8. te was worn proudly on her arm, and her neat riding costume. was set off by a jaunty plaid bowtie.

” = » MRS. DURAND is a determined, 33-year-old married woman—she dislikes the term “housewife” — with soft brown hair and flashing* dark brown eyes. Her husband is a Kansas City insurance executive. It is hard for her to keep her eyes off the events going on in the ring. That's because horses are her hobby, avocation and pastime. She says she can't remember any non-horse period in her life. . “As long as I can remember,” she said, with a darting glance at a green hunter taking a jump, “I've been riding horses. My father had a farm in Kan-

sas and I first learned to ride the farm horses.” = = rr BY THE TIME she was 7, she was good enough to show a saddle horse and win a ribbon. By the time she was 32, she'd won a place on the first U. 8. non-military equestrian team, which was formed last year when the mechanized Army abandoned competition. She made it again this year, although she had to make 125 bone-rattling jumps the last day to clinch the post. Next summer, the U. S. team, including Mrs. Durand, will compete in the Olympics at Helsinki, Finland. They'll compete, that is, if they can raise enough money to finance the trip. Mrs. Durand likes all kinds of horses, although she's fondest of thoroughbreds. She enjoys watching horses canter, walk, trot, gallop, rack—and if they developed a skip, she'd get a kick out of that, too. Even when she's not competing, she goes to horse shows or movies or race tracks to watch

horses. »

= = WHEN SHE IS competing, she usually reports a half-hour before her event. She likes to see that her horse is properly saddled, and to ‘get the feel” of the horse before riding him. She makes a pretty picture. Her handsome face is set in

The Jittery Frontier . . . No. 4—

~ Tricked By Map On Turkish Roads

By CLYDE FARNSWORTH Seripps-Howard Staff Writer

JIVAS, Turkey, Nov. 8—I've arrived twice now in Sivas, a pretty little city right in the mountainous

‘ddle of Turkey.

The first time was two nights ago while Sivas slept.

1at night I was clean, welld and over-confident with an d map of the Middle East hich I bought at Jerusalem in "2, This map showed a direct ourse south from Sivas rough Gurun, to Maras which ‘ould in turn lead me to Alepo, Syria, and Beirut, Lebanon, 1y destination. I trusted it.

Today I returned to Sivas, :lothing and automobile plastered with yellow mud, rubber bushings jolted loose from a tie-rod under the car and its crankcase dripping an odd mixture of vegetable and mineral oils through a crack not quite sealed by a combination of Turkish chewing gum and resin. The road marked on my old map turned out to be a poor trail which ran through rainsoaked mountains sometimes above cloud level. But it led me to Gurun and lunch with the

English-speaking mayor of the

seek a better way to Maras.

the stones imbedded in the mud got my crankcase and if my companion, a delegate of the mayor's, had not been a gumchewer I would have lost all my crankcase oil—with none to re place it. The old map. of the Middle East came in handy that night, when I got stuck on-a moun taintop road. To check my oil loss I would slip the map under the engine, on the mud, and withdraw it a few minutes later to count the drops of oil that were on it. I had to have oil in the crankcase so I could run the

engine through the night-—not.

to go anywhere (for I was stuck till daylight) but to keep the car and me from freezing. I had set out from Teheran with only a semi tropical wardrobe and with no antifreeze in the engine, * At daybreak I managed to see-saw the car out of its ruts and turn back. That's how I

happened to come again to. Sivas, by dayligh t this time,

II, there were electricity “pbrown-outs” in Ontario. Although new power plants are now going into operation and the “brown-outs” have been temporarily eliminated, there still is a power shortage. If Canada sticks hy the nresent decision to go ahead alone, all shipping will go through Canadian territory and building costs (estimated at $500,000,000) will be met through toll charges at the locks. ’ The eight-year project will require a labor force of more than 10,000 men and will flood out 30 miles of Canadian territory in the International Rapids section north of New York State. = = = IT WILL MEAN wiping out seven villages and one larger town in the 47-mile stretch between Cornwall and Prescott and moving those communities to new sites. And it would require deepening of existing channels all the way from Montreal to Lake Ontario, as well as the Welland Canal and other canals all the way up to Lake Superior.

~The Indianapolis Times

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 1951

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of the Great Lakes, like this one, would be deepened as part of St. Lawrence Seaway to let ocean-going ships pass through.

Developments of the waterpower at the International Rapids still would require approval of the International Joint Commission, which handles all water problems along the U. 8.-Canadian border. : There has been no U. 8. decision as to whether the federal or the state government would handle power development on the American side of the rapids, and hearings on that phase of the project may mean a delay of at least 18 months. Canada's decision for a solo project is not exactly new. Such plans are understood to have been ready for about two years, but not put into operation because of hope the U. 8S. would

* 2 ratify the 1941 treaty for the seaway. Now Canadian opinion has stiffened in the face of U. 8, opposition, and legislation for an all-Canadian seaway is ex- -- pected at the current session of Parliament. = » t J » THE COST WOULD be divided between the Dominion and Ontario governments, since Ontario wants the electric power from the dams. Above the cost of the waterway itself, there will be another $333,000,000 for power development. This would be shared with New York State—if New York gets the go-ahead from the International Joint Comfon.

U.S. Horsewoman

OVER THE HURDLES—Mrs. Carol Durand guides Reno Kirk at the National Horse Show in

New York.

determined lines as she guides the horse with strong, sure hands over the tough jumps. After the course is finished, she pats it gently on the neck

and whispers a few words in its ear. . is And then she'll come back up to the box seat, still in her riding habit—she says she feels

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and the hot muffins of Corp. David F. Holman of Rockford, IIL.

Im Erzurum I had been briefed onto a new military road being laid to Elaziz and Maras. But this I found blocked with blasting and an unfordable stream that gushed past an uncompleted bridge. I was forced to continue westward through Erzincan and Sivas. i Thus I did not know there was an American field training team at Sivas until I ratdled back into town by daylight and was taken to Lieut. Cols. Howard D. Wilcox and Walter .W. Davis by a helpful lad I

found at the Telegraph office.

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COLONELS WILCOX, of Providence, R. I, and Davis, of Olympia, Wash. were in charge of the Sivas team in the temporary absence of Lieut. £2 Norman G. Reynolds of orvallis, Ore., who was on a trip to Ankara. They and their noncoms treated me like a long-lost relative, Which gets dark to Corp. Holman’s muffins, “Aw, I just get them out of a box—ready-mix, you know, _from the Ankara PX. I just mix water with the stuff and there it is.” Holman and an Armenian housekeeper who is learning to

cook American-style, run the , shared

most comfortable in riding clothes—and watch the other events on the schedule. “I guess I just like horses,” she says, with a shy smile.

here by officers and men of the Sivas team. The corporal also turned up a bread pudding for lunch which tasted better to me than Meringue Chantilly.

Colonels Wilcox and Davis took me around to meet the Turkish commander with whom they deal, Maj. Gen. Asim Aksoley and his chief of staff, Lt. Col. Nekat Yurdakul. Gen. Aksoley, whom I asked about Russian manipulation among the Kurds, said the Red agents faced great difficulties. Many Kurds are being taken into the Turkish army, where they make fine soldiers, and often get the first education they've ever had. The Turkish army has mid- - day compulsory classes in reading and writing and is taking a long step toward the elimina-, tion of illiteracy in central and eastern Turkey. The General also doubted that