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NEW YORK, N.Y. Nov. 16--Mary Margaret
Inside Indianapols
' McBride kissed me on the cheek as I was leaving
after a visit in her apartment over - A p nt overlooking Cen Yes, sir, right in front of the radio engineer, announcer, her press agent, she smacked me. I really don’t know what got into her. If she kisses everyone who visits with her, Miss McBride has done a lot of kissing-in-the 16 years she has been broadcasting fattening recipes and interviewing people on her daily radio show. The buss on the cheek wasn’t the only thrill of the afternoon. Miss McBride asked me to sign her screen, which showed that people like Gen. Omar Bradley, Sen. Estes Kefauver, Dale Carnie, Peter II, King of Yugoslavia, Alexandra, Queen of Yugoslavia, Gary Cooper, Jimmy Durante, Cornelius Vanderbilt and others have accepted her-hospitality. Miss McBride, to refresh your memory perhaps, is the lady who hit New York in the Roaring 20's as press agent for a missionary group. She began her career on the Columbia Missouri Times as “copyboy” for $10 a week. She graduated to
The Cleveland Press and finally the. Evening Mail in 1920, one > > Te IN 1934, Miss McBride broke into radio. She's been at it ever since and lists her friends by the hundreds of thousands. If you write her a letter, or example, it goes into ‘a ‘file and is indexed. You can’t beat that for efficiency in winning friends. Her program is made up of many commercials plugging products that the lady who is doing housework will be interested in. Her chatter consists of telling the housewife or houseman, in this day and age, what Mary Margaret McBride has been doing and thinking during the past 24 hours. Just as soon as I hit her living room, where the broadcast originates, I knew that if I was lucky enough to have a radio show, I'd want it to be on my home grounds. Much simpler that way. The star doesn’t go to the station, the station goes to the star. Miss McBride appeared in loungin aja and a bright red, TapaTer leas SS samas Maybe you could call it a frock. It was loose and comfortable. I caused a mild furore by mentioning a paintIng she had on the wall, a gift of an artist who had been a guest on her show. The painting was of huge cloud formations ‘looking down from about 10,000 feet. Beautiful if you like clouds. Almost in the middle of a thunderhead, I noticed a tiny airplane, half as large as a skinny fly.
“Kind of a small airplane.” I said, for lack of anything better to say. .
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It Happened Last Night
By Earl Wilson
NEW YORK, Nov. 16- Presenting “the perfect bride” —Ava Sinatra. We were in the honeymoon suite. Courageously, she defended Frankie's brushes with the press. Contentedly she proclaimed that she wants three sons—"as soon as 1 can manage.” “I've always been partial to boys,” she explained. “I've got the first one's name already picked out. Richard. Francis Richard. Frank's real name is Francis Albert.” Miss Gardner, who sometimes sign® her autograph Ava Sinatra, hummed her contentment. Ava sat with Mer legs up, but with her dress pulled primly down over her knees. She looked bright of eye. oe <& oo “FRANK is perfectly justified,” she said, “in this trouble with newspapermen. All this hounding got worse. After a while it gets to you. : “After all”-—she tossed back her hair—"i they won't let you have a little peace on your honeymoon, when will they? “Frank's had this for years. He's very ingenious at lousing up newspapermen now. “He has one idea. He wants to stick chewing gum in some camera. Instead of a picture, they will, get a big blob of gum.” Ava laughed. “We gave them a beautiful slip in Philadelphia “The rest of the wedding party got in a timousine. We got in a little Ford. They followed the limousine. They were livid." > &
AVA AND FRANKIE, had dinner with Frank's parents in Hoboken before they took off for Hollywood. “We were married the seventh hour of the seventh day of the 11th month of the year,” she sald. After the release of “Pandora and the Flying Dutchman,” Ava doesn’t know what she'll film at MGM. . “Do you have any say?’ we asked. “At this point I do have say—I'm a married woman.” The phone rang. “Is that my husband?” she asked, It was. After a second on the phone, she said, “Well, I love you too—who else?’ She also urged him to eat a sandwich arid drink a glass of milk. Then at something else he said, she laughed and exclaimed, “FRANCIS!” in a bride-like manner Jt was honeymoon talk and I sneaked away.
Americana By Robert C. Ruark
NEW YORK, Nov. 16—The bookmakers have started to =eil automobiles for a living, and extreme caution is rife among the citizens. Uncle
Sam's tax seems not only to have driven the books out of business, but the eleétion of Rudy Halley, the man who hates crime, has added insult to injury. An actor fellow I know, who likes to drop a bob or two on the nags without the trouble of trekking to the track, is understandably bitter. The tax on bookmaking, he says, was terrible. “But the election of this fellow Halley as chief of the City Council,” he said, “is a direct slap at the gambling fellowship, of which I am a member. This bum Halley gets-elected on an : anticrime kick, so he is duty-bound for a little while to stay clean and let the books stay closed. “It is an affront to my personal dignity as a constant sucker, “ 4 +
“WHAT HAPPENS?" the man asks. “I wish to place a few on a couple of goats yesterday and 1 cannot find the place to place the. few. Old and trusted friends, when I call them on the phone, say, ‘Who?’ and hang up. Nobody will even wish his mother a kind hello on the telephone. “I finally roust up one of my more daring old acquaintances, and he says he will come see me in person at the office. He will take my bets, sure, but he will only take it in cash, and"-—-here the voice rose to an indignant scream —"he will take them all at once. Even the eighth race he
—wants-the money down,-and this. is before post
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IF MY FRIEND is any indication, the hardghip produced by the head tax on fllegal bookmakers has fallen more on the horse player than on the horse layer. The books can tear up their records and go to work of sorts, but nothing is go frustrated as a hot horse bettor with no place to send his package. - : I remember one time when New Orleans was having a sporadic stroke of cleanliness somebody mumbled the name of a sure thing out on one of the coast tracks. I discovered 10 bucks in my left shoe and set forth to find a man to handle my meager action, Looked hard for two hours, and dug up nothing in the way of a wager. Horse pald 60 bucks, or some such, and I hated myself for a week. : a di C2 3 THE ITCH of a gambler to bet on information, with no takers, is the purest of all frustrations, it
; seems to me, The gambler himself, the poor
MISS McBRIDE looked at me and wanted to know what airplane. Her manager stared, ‘the engineer jiggled his earphones and the nouncer cleared his throat. = lw
“The. airplane in that painting. It'S right in the middle of the largest thunderhead,” I explained, hoping my .eyes weren't seeing things. A quick look revealed the plane was still there. Everyone moved up to see the aircraft that had been on the wing in the picture for four months without being detected. Ha, I don’t need glasses yet.
“You're an observing young man,” said Miss McBride. “Had a lot of training in my youth,” I laughed, rolling" my eyes on the floor. That's hard to do, too. Off the afr, Miss McBride possesses an easy charm and the ability to make you feel completely at ease. In a few minutes you have the feeling that you have known her for a long time. On the air, she is the same. The microphone doesn't change her voice or ‘her manner. Miss McBride chatters away about ‘ce cream, breakfast foods and household time-savers as if she were talking over a fence to the next-door neighbor. She talks a long time before a guest opens his mouth,
HECK, I found myself talking with ease before I knew it and the microphone might just as well ‘have been in Central Park. I have known times when the black br silver mike looked like Frankenstein. : Miss McBride got a lot of information out of me which I hope interested her listeners, In the process, I found out things about Mary Margaret which might be clues why she nicked me on the cheek. We have things in. common. I watched a bud unfold in the spring. Miss McBride watched a tulip. I took part in the Olson and Johnson show when it played in the Butler Bowl a few years back. She played in their show here and had her name in lights the day she made her appearance. Zounds, why didn't I think of that? : One of her favorite fall pastimes is raking leaves and burning them. She thinks the odor surpasses anything we have in bottles. Miss MecBride was noticeably touched when I told her that autumn leaves thrill me so much that I once used scotch tape to keep them from falling. We spent a pleasant hour even though it was in front of a microphone. I put it in writing on her screen. Miss McBride read my message as soon as I was through. That's when she ‘kissed me. Aw, shucks.
Press Mistreatis Frankie. Says Ava
THE MIDNIGHT EARL—Frank Costello (who many say will go free) was the loudest laugher for the Kefauver Committee satire at “Two on the Aisle.” He shrieked with delight. oe oe “ TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: One of about eight TV writers in Toot Shor's sald, “There must be about $500-a-week’s worth of writing talent here.” “True,” said Hugh Wedlock, “but we get paid much more.” Abe Burrows, who now does TV only occasionally for CBS, may be snared by ABC for another national buildup . . . Frank Sampson's got return grand jury date . .. Director Josh Logan's going round-the-world Singer Ginny Simms and Texas oilman Bob Calhoun are on the edge of the ledge.
= = r NOTE FROM KOREA: “Danny Kaye's doing a =ensational job continuously jumping into a jeep to visit small outposts and chat with soldiers. He and Monica Lewis are going over great . . . with a good clean show . . . no smutty jokes, They did one show so close to the lines we had antiaircraft guns around the theater, our own fighters overhead” — Sgt. Bobby Burns (Frank Sinatra's ex-mgr.).
= = Ld B'WAY BULLETINS: Is } Claudette Colbert going to Mayo? . . . Joe DiMag’'s soon due from L.A. (where he's visiting his son) to decide about that Yankee telecasting . . . Teen-age columnist Pat Evers weds Thomas Glendon, the ad man, Dec. 1 . . . Harlem hears Richard Wright's contemplating French citizenship. a & EARL’'S PEARLS: A wolf is 2 man who (says Nanette Fabray) gives wimen the best leers of his life.
Miss Lewis
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WISH I'D SAID THAT: ‘IT remember Milton Berle when he only had money in three banks” --Henny Youngman. o- < o> A HUSBAND is a man who, if vou give him enough rope, will be tied up at the office , , . That's Earl, brother,
Bettor. Not Bookie. Is Suffering Most
sucker who is being protected by the current wave of honesty that sweeps the land, is the man who will finally break down the new system of controlling illegal wagers. There is an old axiom among the bookmakers to the effect that no bookie ever sought a sucker; the sucker seeks the hook. As moth to flame, as migrant bird to lighthouse pane, the chump eventually will discover some means of ‘allowing himself to be unloaded.
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IN' THE MEANTIME, the sight of a chronic -
horse player with no easy acfess to telephonic temptation is a sad sight, for sure. Bereft of opportunity to jeopardfZe the rent and imperil baby's shoes, he sweats and fidgets and watches the clock, and dies a thousand horrid deaths when his horse rolls in with no money on his ugly Roman nose. “I cannot sleep the other night,” one addict tells me. “I got the sheets and I pick six winners. Six I pick. And when I grab the phone .there i= nothing on the other end but a buzz, buzz, buzz Six winners go hungry, because of a lack of courage among a flock of schlemiels who used to kick your door down to hustle custom. “It is more than a man can stand. I am in the greatest streak of my betting life and I got no place to lay the dough without getting to be an accomplice before the whatever, Yah, bring back O'Dwyer, so a man can make a bet.” I am not a betting man, myself, having taken the pledge before the heat came on, hut I will wager one thing: It will not be the bookie who finds the way to whip Uncle Sam's cute curtailer of illegal gambling. It will be the sucker “himself. A chump, given time on his hands; @ii always dope out a way to beat himself, — - “eer coer
Dishing the Dirt
By Marguerite Smith
QI would like information on lantana. How get a new start? Will it grow from a slip? What
kind of soil? How much water? Do they need
much sunshine in winter? Greencastle. A—Yes, you can start new plants from slips, To be sure of winter bloom slips should have been started earlier. But if you took your summer plant indoors, try slipping it now. Good garden
Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Calumn
in The Sunday Times topsoil will do very well for potting lantanas, They like plenty of water and full sun. They will take rather high temperatures indoors but they'll do best with not over H0 at night and below 70 in the daytime. pi Send garden queries to Marguerite Smith,
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Woman's Case Ag
Here's Why Life Isn't So Beautiful
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To Arms, Men—Man the Defenses
OR ONE solid week we have read the troubles of two females in their story, “Woman's Case Against Man.”
The Times is fair in all cases including the Woman
vs. Man situation.
We, therefore, invite—ney not only invite—we encourage members of our male readership to help us out. (Get us off -thé hook, so to speak—even things up to say
the least.
: ¥ . Send us your opinions of this series, men. We will
print as many. as possible.
Read today's installment—if you need more ammunitiom—wait.and see the concluding chapter tomorrow— but take your pen, pencil or typewriter in hand and give
us your view.
Please don't phone—our ears are already seared. Stand up and be counted—get your letter off tonight. One such letter is printed today, take it from there.
By JANE WHITBREAD AND VIVIAN CADDEN HE average woman feels unappreciated for the simple reason that she is unappreciated. She doesn't need silver stars or commendatory plaques in recognition of the chores she performs. But
she sometimes would prefer to create a knockdown - dragout scene than live out another week of being treated as if she weren't there.
Many a man if h can sympa- Fift
thize for hours of a
with the Series
trained ser vant. He cites the drawbacks of housework, the long hours and the hemmed-in feeling. He sagely remarks that we can never again expect a surplus of domestic Woriers. But it never occurs to him that his wife has risen daily at T or earlier for. the past 15 years and never been off the job before 9, except when she was in the hospital having babies. A woman does not necessarilv want to be treated as well as a maid all the time. The social strain would hamstring normal family life. However, she might like to change places with a maid for breakfast now and then, just so someone would say good morning to her.
= = = IF HER SENSE of being the “little woman who wasn’t there” is not made up out of whole cloth, neither is her sneaking suspicion that her husband considers her as mentally capable as a grasshopper. She wouldn't mind so much if she were permitted to lead the gay, carefree life of the grass-
His heart is a water pump.
The “prof” is an “economic brain’ im-
hopper. But year after year, she is forced into the role of the family -ant. It is she who has to decide between the springs for the couch and new curtains.to replace the ones that are .in tatters. It is she who paints the kitchen herself =o she can have her college fur coat remodeled. She works out the delicate timing involved in taking a week-end off without the children. In the last analysis, it is she who has to make a penny nickel de the work of ‘a 10cent dime. It's all right to treat a woman like a Pekingese dog if she has the privileges of one, but it's sheer chicanery to treat her like an incompetent and still expect her to mastermind the entire home economy. It is even worse to make her play the part of suppliant when she asks for money to pay a doctor's bill, and downright sinful to act as if she were really going to throw the money away in the nearest bar or gutter. ® r ”
HOUSEWORK for a woman is like death and taxes—inescapable and no more fun. Some people try to fool women by mouthing the Pollyannaish sentence: “The nice thing about housework is that no two days are the same." But the bride of a week snickers when she hears it. She knows that the unusual thing that sets any one day off from all the rest ‘is bound to be a burned -cake, poison ivy,
Robot Economics Teacher Has Water Pump for Heart
By BERT GOLDRATH
Times Special Writer
(CHICAGO, Nov. 16—A new member of the Roosevelt College faculty may set
the pace for the professor of the future. has no intelligence,” he says. “It takes
nothing for granted. When you make a mistake it lets you know about it.”
“moniac” by Prof. Abba P. Lerner, for‘merly of the London School of Economics, who brought the device to America. “The machine's great value is that it
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for the. way they "are made, 8 ) while they are completely un-
—yy " . noticed for what they do. h un #” r \)- “a WOMEN CAN'T ESCAPE 1) being patronized even when IN they leave the home, They con“NY Th tribute billions of hours to their TR schools, mental hygiene clinics, A. social agencies, churches, to their colleges, and so son. " No one ever refuses their & Tia 2 2 assistance, just as no one Vo nit | ever rejects their work in the \ =: home. But despite what any minister, social worker, public health expert, or superin< tendent of schools knows about their abilities and ae- — complishments, the accepted M——————— practice is to treat them like L — Boy Scouts on the day they take over Middletown or like SIA) circus dogs trying to master R/V the addition of numbers from mo one to five.
same."
or the biggest dentist bill to date. 'The worst thing about any day—>5 o'clock — recurs with ever, we stiil dependable regularity without them. Mother's Day doesn’t begin to compensate for 364 nonMothers’ Days. In fact. to most women it appears to be the outgrowth of the following rea- job.”
Dear Editor: Having nothing better at hand to read, I have just finished reading the pratings of two maladjusted and underdeveloped wives, Mrs. Jane Whitbread and Mrs. Vivian Cadden.
Why these two particular females should be so publicized I do not know for the world is full of them today. I am sure if they could read they would find that they have been retarded in their development from the sweetheart stage to the wifehood and motherhood stage.
The fact that they went to college must aggravate their condition, they certainly do not show that they absorbed any knowledge that would help them in a matrimonial adventure. When I reflect back te the past generation, the problems and hardships of our mothers, how valiantly they worked and fought beside their men. Instilling in their children a respect for father, a respect for the home and its moral values. Out of this age came great and strong women who raised fine children to grow up and hold to the traditions and accept the responsibilities of the world. Those kind of women raised men worthy of ruling their own households and their wives were proud to take their places at their side.
"The nice thing about housework is that no two days are the
SONNE process:
ported from Britain, the only one of its kind in this country. Pink-tinted water circulating through its veins give students of economics a graphic picture of the U. S. economy.
FOR INSTANCE, when -Congress spends more than taxes are bringing in, the machine shows what happens and how much. Water flowing through a series of tanks represents dollars. The source,
The “brain” has arms, too, which trace records of financial operations on charts.
INVENTED BY W. A. Phillips, an Englishman, it has impressed officials of the Bank of England and financial experts on the Continent. The “moniac’s” great virtue is that it dramatizes and clarifies a whole series of financial relationships that have hitherto
national income, is drained off as the flow
passes each tank.
A system of weights and balances regulates the flow into and out of tanks, which bear such labels as investment, government spending and consumption. The robot is affectionately dubbed a
grasp.
‘Natural Imitators’ —
* STAN LEE BROZA—His son (right) became band leader Ell
of
Lawrence, but father just keeps on listening to children,
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been extremely difficult for students to
It may even wind up teaching the teachers. A robot without imagination, it forces the instrmctor who operates it to check back on himself. Besides, it doesn't flunk anvbody.
By RICHARD KLEINER
Times Special Writer HILADELPHIA, Nov. 16—If you think you've got it tough when you have to" listen while your little nephew plays the piano, take. considerable pity on Stan Lee Broza. In the last 25 years, he's had to audition 130,000 child performers. And he likes his job. Broza has been conducting a -cHildren's hour radio program here since 1926. “There's no doubt about it,” he says. “Kids today are mauch more talented than they were 25 years ago. Of course, it's only natural that they would be—through movies and radio and now television, they're exposed to more talent. They are natural imitators.” Since Mr. Broza started, the fads in child entertainers have changed. About 25 years ago, if a boy didn't recite something like “The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck,” he might as well stay home. Today, even if he stood-on a burning stratocruiser, a reciter doesn't rate.
ROBOT PROFESSOR—Prof. Abba P. Lerner explains the “"moniac" to students (left to right) Mrs. Vanna Peters, Lois Jens and Lois Kahan in Roosevelt College economics course, Chicago,
Women, in short, are treated badly, dishonestly, and devi ously. Like their brothers, they were brought up during childhood to be punished when they were slovenly, unsuccessful, or plain naughty, and rewarded > for being good and doing well, T— Once they reach womanhood, none of this goes. Their accomplishments are accepted and made use of. Virtue and hard work are assumed to be their own rewards. If women “are ignored for what they do, ignored when “There's noth- they improve, ignored when
ing special about women. How- {hay excel, thev can garner can't get along n .
We need them to keep the home fires burning. So we'd better pat them on the back occasionally just to keep them from walking out on the
some comfort from the fact that everyone will notice them when they make the slightest slip.
TOMORROW: The New Husband—a program.
This Reader Thinks It's Drivel—Do You?
If I were a woman and married to a spoiled whimpering cad, I'd at least not show it to the world if I thought much of my children and their future, . . I have watched woman's rise to power. It was slow at first, the right to vote, to own property, to work in a man’s job, to live in a man’s world, smoke like a man, wear clothes like a man, drink like a man, if they are so dissatisfied with men, why have they gone to all this trouble to copy after him? Has this made them happy? Well, read the complaints of these two sad sisters, It must have been fun writing such a book and pouring out their pent-up feelings and making man the excuse for their failure in life. But it's sad because the motherhood of this nation has the privilege and responsibility of keeping our nation great, Christian and free. I am afraid that their selfishness, lust for praise and gratification and their infantile minds will need to take lessons from their children when they grow to maturity. So why print such trash, I'm sorry I read it. “Favor is deceitful, and beauty is vain; but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates. Proverbs 31; verses 30 and 31. Yours truly, L. C. A.
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Finds Child Actors Are More Talented
CHILDREN'S ACTS reflect the popular adult performers. Young singers copy the styles of the stars, Mr. Broza, 25 years ago, listened whilp a parade of Kids came by, singing like Al Jolson, Eddie Cantor, Nora Bayes and Sophis Tucker. Then there was the era of Russ Columbo and Rudy Vallee, then Bing Crosby and Betty Boop and nowadays every boy thinks he's another Frank Sinatra or Frankie Laine and every girl another Dinah Shore. Le Similarly, their tastes in instruments have followed the trend in adult stars. Violins once
were the leading instrument, because of orchestras like that of Joseph C. Smith, composed almost entirely of violins. . oS, bb THEN VALLEE'S saxophone started a string of youthful sax tootlers; Harry James’ trumpet, Gene Krupa's drums, Tommy Dorsey's trombone all influenced children. Today the accordion is the most popular instrument, . “Vaudeville acts by kids are bigger now than they've been since the Twenties,” Mr. Broza says.
“Television brought vaudeville back, and now I get kid jugglers and acrobats again.”