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In Indianapolis By Ed Sovola

EVER hear a fine pianist and then start kicking yourself for not learning to play the grand? Ever run into someone who is clever with tools in his basement, who makes you want to -gpend a couple of hundred bucks so your spare time will be profitable and enjoyable? Boy, I hdve. I'm a sucker .for experts. LC They're so convincing. Current- wy ly I have cigars on the brain. A cigar expert left me with a stogie in my hand and the unshakable impression that if cigars were smoked reguluarly, I'd turn into a combination of Frank McKinney, Winston Churchill, Diamond Jim Brady, Jack Dempsey and Sen. Homer Capehart. Diamond Jim is the only one who is not smoking cigars these days. He's dead. THE WAY THE tobacco man put it] are synonymous with men who are clear,

cigars

ulcers, have a tendency to look at thé crazy world ‘with a calm eyeball circled with a lazy, aromatic smoke ring. He was extremely. interested in a particular brand of cigars. It's better that no brand be mentioned. I hate to have someone beat me over ‘the head with a cigar he thought was better. » “I'll show you how to enjoy smoking a cigar,” the expert said. “Put your feet on my desk, Lean back and open your coat. You don't need an elk's tooth to open your coat, boy.’

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THE KETCHUP spot on the front of my shirt » shirt looked the size of a cigar box. Why is it when you have a spot or a hole in your sock, that's the time somebody makes you show it? , “Take Mr, McKinney, for example. He smokes 12 cigars a day and enjoys each one. Son, how would you like to be in his shoes?” “I'd-rather pein his wallet.” oo Oh \ . “MR. McKINNEY goes well with a cigar. epitomizes what I've been telling you. Hey, bite into the end that way. in your mouth.

It Hap By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, Dec. 3—Elliott Roostvelt—sitting ‘across the table—was 48 pounds lighter—and looked 15 years younger. He and his bride had come to-lunch at Toots Shor's, I asked how he'd lost so many pounds, and so many yvears.. y “Just quit eating.” He was having scrambled eggs and stewed tomatoes, a diet lunch popular in the Higher Brackets. There was a bright light in his eye as he spoke of his new enterprise, “Hemisphere TV, Inc.”—my favorite name of all time. : - He and his brother John, through ‘it, hope to help finance and equip several hundred new stations—also supply them. with filmed programs. Also, probably, make a little: money. His attgactive wife, Mrs. Minnewa Bell Roosevelt, whom he married last Mar. 15, listened approvingly.

He don’t Hold a cigar gently Draw slowly, savor the aroma,

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“WE'RE FILMING the fairy tales of 52 countries for either movies ot TV,” he said. “Mother will do the narration. In five languages—English, French, German, Italian and Spanish.” “She knows them all?” I asked. As he nodded, I was adding, ‘““Because she could learn them tomorrow if she didn’t.” : “In her spare time,” he agreed.

° ° * Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith Q—My African violets have stopped blooming. I have done everything I have heard of to do. Mrs. E. W, Druding, Beech Grove. Q—My violets bloom in summer and just grow big leaves in winter. Mrs. Ross, Plainfield. Q—My violets are so beautiful and green, but

Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column in The Sunday Times

no Thoma it be the house is too hot? George Duncan, 1125 Lawrence Ave. A—These questions point up -one very important need of violets. That's plenty of moisture in the air around them. Most homes are too warm and dry in winter. Try some of the following devices to give your violets the moist air they need. Grow vines in, water near your plants.’ Stand pots. on wide dishes of gravel or sand. Keep water on gravel, but not touching bottom of pot. Or raise your violets in covered glass or plastic cases. Use decorative glass pears or apples or glass cookie jars, etc,

Mrs.

battered safe.

six “jobs” here over the week-end. taken, Biggest haul was at Sealtest Ice Cream Co., 419 W, Ohio St., yveggs pried open a safe and fled $461 in cash. with $839 in cash and checks.

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“big” ¢ thinkers, love the finer things in life, don't have

pened Last Night

Burglars netted nearly $1800 in ;Co., 436 E, Ohio, but only $5 was|

Burglars looted a money box in where a tavern at 44 S. Illinois St. ‘of

Jewelry valued at

Another safe was battered open stolen. from Roy at A. R. Gwinn Paint & Supply ment, 2829 Jdtkson St.

THE SONGS OF CHRISTMAS ;

A Cigar Gives ¥ ou Feeling of Importance

roli the smoke in your mouth and giye your taste ‘buds. a treat.” “Say, why does a cigar butt taste so awful when it goes out and you light it. again?” The man across the desk wificed. He chided me for not getting into the mood of thinking big. He exhorted me to forget for the moment about cigar butts. “In order to be big, you have:to think big, act big,’ he said. ‘OK. “Light mess), B., light me.” - <r "we ‘ I LISTENED to a short. discourse on perfect compustion. You get that in a good cigar, It is necessary to get the full benefit of the tobacco. A cigar isn'tssupposed to be puffed rapidly or fired up, haphazardly. The end must be burning uniformly, otherwise you get a side burn and you're smoking more of the wrapper and binder than the filler. Doesn't taste right. “Don’t you feel more relaxed, able to think Llearer now that you have a cigar in your hands?” “After four puffs I'm to feel that way?” oe oe 0 “WELL .. bmmmm . ., cigar originally was called .a ‘segar’? - Yes, the word came from the Spanish cigar-shaped bottle called ‘cicada’. ’

“J.” B., let me have 1000 shares of. cicadas for a starter.” “Cigars were smoked in Cuba long before Columbus and the white man came.’

“Are the cigars we're smoking from the first batch ever rolled?” YOU KNOW, I may not he cut out to :fill McKinney's or Churchill's shoes. Comedian Buddy Clark’s shoes might be easier. The man with the cigars may have something at that. Under his watchful eye, I must

admit the experience was pleasant. With your feet up on a desk, rocking slowly in a leather swivel-chair, watching the smoke curl upward

lazily, the mind and body loosen up. Of course, like he said, the road to five telephones on your desk, direct line to Washington, is strewn with something besides cigar butts. “You have 'to get the lead out,” he said. There's always a hifggh. T'll taKe a handful, J. B, thanks. Gotta-act big, J. B.

Elliott Loses Pounds. Years

“She’s flying back from Paris to spend Christ-

mas and will ly back there afterward, In the spring she may go to the Middle East. They've all invited her.” “You still living at Hyde Park?” 1 -asked,

thinking you might be interested in the home life of the newlyweds. “We only get up.there week-ends. apartment here. We just drove back from Key Vaca, Fla., where we're building a house.” 8 just above Key West,” Mrs. R. said. “In the lime pie country?” I asked. “Right in the middle of it.” replied Elliott.

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ELLIOTT has so many enterprises now-— they're called ‘Roosevelt Enterprises, Inc.”--and with the Christmas tree business coming along soon, too—that he said: “I'm still trying to finish that John Paul Jones book. Some day, some time ...” All of us-being on diets, we had our coffee black. Nobody’'d mention having a drink. Nevertheless and appropros of nothing, I recalled a story he told me years back of how the sons used to come home from college at Christmas and tell their father he was making the martinis too weak. FDR first made them two gins to one vermouth, then 3 to 1, then 4 to 1. Finally John brought home word they were mixing them 5 to 1. FDR fell right in line as each son brought home word that the boys at college were using more gir and less vermouth. “There were “times, especidlly the next day,” Elliott told me, “that I was glad father” never had any more sons.” SON MORE DARN ROMANCE at El Morocco—Ethel Merman and Bob Six of the airliges close up the place regufarly and look like a Weddin’ eventually; meanwhile. new star Audrey Hepburn of “Gigi” admitted she’s engaged to Britisher Jim Hanson whom she’ll marry real soon. . . . Isn't Eloise McElhone expectin’ to be expectin'? Joe Louis’ sec’y Kiah Sayles cabled him -to bring back a kimono from Japan. Joe cabled back; “Filled or unfilled?” oo oe o> HOLLYWOOD'S and society's theme song today, according to Henry Stampler, is “Eat, drink and regarry.” ,s . That's Earl; brother.

We have an

Elliott

YEGGS GOT §839—Kirk Van Gorden, a Sealtest Ice Cream Co. I, examines Wis firm's

“From Pastry Shop, Place, burglars register containing $150. $330 was| At Ivan's Tibbs’ ‘machines.

“For unto you is born this in the city of David a , which is Christ the Lord.”

This event, so simply “chronicled by St. Luke, has inspired more celebrative music than ony other event in the history A of mankind.

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the De Luxe Cake & 4150 Boulevard stole the cash

Cafe, 1804 Shelby St., apart- about $10 was looted from coin

J The Indianapolis Times

CHAPTER 1—

MURDER, INC.

By BURTON B. TURKUS and SID FEDER

IN ALL the history of crime, there has never been an example of organized

lawlessness equal to the or-

ganization we now. know as “The Syndicate.” Details are not for the squeamish. In a 10-year period, upward of 1000 murders were

. committed’ from New England

to California, Minnesota to

. New Orléans and Miami by this combination, either directly or |

indirectly through. the technique it developed. ‘They were done by Murder, Inc. The technique became and remains to this day the blueprint for organized throat-cut-ting. However, murder, I must emphasize, was not the big business. The rackets were. The -assassinations were = ordered, contracted and performed solely to sustain those rackets. Fantastic? IL can’t happen in your town? It did. v nn = n THESE facts were uncovered when_ we began to dig. into the source of local felony in Brookly. We ran head on into the organization of Murder, Inc, doing business in assassination and general crime across the entire nation, along the same corporate lines as a chain of grocery stores. : The facts were corroborated in testimony that satisfied

the land. They were document-

ed in affidavited truths. They were unfolded, in fact, by the Killers themselves. In our in-

vestigation, for the first and only time, the Syndicate was “broken from within,” which is the only way organized crime can be attacked.

Abe (Kid Twist) Reles, an arrogant self-glorifying gang leader who murdered more than a dozen men, turned State's evidence, along with a number of his less illustrious cohorts, and the pattern of national organized gangland was exposed. This was an association in which every mob of any importance in the United States had membership. It was a national ring put together on the lines of a cartel.

The blueprint has never worn out. A Charley Binaggio is

killed in an open political club-

house in Kansas City. A. ‘Detective Lieutenant, Bill Drury, is “rubbed out” in Chicago on a September day in 1950 for becoming too “nosy.” A Buggsy Siegel is eliminated as he sits reading a newspaper in the living room of a California mansion. Philly Mangano, an original Murder, Inc., staff gunman, is dropped into a Brooklyn swamp in 1951 with three bullets in his head. All make- it brutally evident that the pattern is still in use. s- 4 8 THERE was no method of murder their fiendish ingenuity overlookéd. They used the gun, the strangling rope, the ice pick —commonplace tools for homicide. There was the unimginative mobstyle ridé, the shotgun blast on the lonely street. There were the bizarre touches, too.

The ROKs

he shows how,

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Prosecutor Who Sent Seven Killers to Chair Says Gang Committed 1000 Murders in 10 Years

A KILLER'S DREAM—There was no method of murder the fiendish ingen@ifty of Murder, Incorporated overlooked.

EDITOR'S NOTE: Here is the first of 12 installments on the documented story of organized crime in America, told by the nation’s most successful

prosecutor of underworld criminals. Burton Turkus earned the title of “Mr. Arsenic” from the bosses of gangland. - He sent seven notorious killers to the electric chair during the famous Brooklyn investigation of the early Forties. Mr. Turkus’ retirement to private practice did not end his interest in fighting crime. Here down to this minute, Murder, Inc., still flourishes with only the vaguest public knowledge of its existence. Sid. Feder, who collaborated with Mr. Turkus in this series, was for 17 years a newspaperman, now the author of books and magazines articles. These chapters are excerpted from the book, MURDER, INC. just published by Farrar, Straus and d Young,

Dozens were dropped into quicklime pits. Others were buried alive, cremated, roped up in such a way that they strangled themselves by their own struggles for life.

The killers thought they had come up with an especially ap-

Ready and Willing

propriate effect the night they

tied a slot machine to the body of a pinball operator who was

“cheating,” and dropped: him into a resort lake, The yndicate's tentacles

reached ‘everywhere and anywhere. It brought organized crime to California to stay. Cleveland's infamous Mayfield Road Gang and Chicago's Capone crew, which continued operations after Scarface Al's finish, staffed that Far Western office with able hands. A Seattle hoodlum, still in the picture today, represented the Northwest,

Frank Costello's New Orleans slot machines were linked up, and the Fischettis of Chicago and Tony Gizzo and his heirs in Kansas City. The Purple Gang of Detroit held a franchise. The racing wire service had many connections with it in ensuing years. ; The Miami gambling ring (also known as the Norther Mob) - belonged, and the St. Paul combination. The New Jersey outfit, Lepke and Char-

ley (Lucky) Luciano in Manhattan . . . Cleveland, Boston, Chicago, Seattle, Philadelphia,

New Orleans, Milwaukee, Dallas—whatever the locale, the underworld of every community of any size in the nation was “in.

No. 6—

A string of hideouts from coast to coast and into Canada was cunningly fitted into the outline. !

As the heat of the Dewey rackets investigations in Manhattan and our murder probe in Brooklyn intensified, potential witnesses were sent out of town in all directions.

One would go to Salt Lake City, where the relative of a minor mob affiliate had a prominent business. Several more would hurry off upstate, to the

Saratoga area where the Spa |

offered accommodations large enough for groups. » o£.» ing WE LEARNED of at least one who went to New Orleans and was told there would be a job waiting with Frank Costello on the glot machines. Sun Valley, Idaho, was a refuge for California boys. A former New York hoodlum operated a popular hostelry there. Kansas City was one of the most cordial hideout locales. Mendy holed up between Kansas City and Denver for almost two years, while New Jersey and New York sought him for murders and the federal government hunted him fer narcotics enterprises in New York and Texas.

The mobsters who turned state's evidence told us that, in Detroit, concealment was ready at all times for killers who

were. too “hot” at home. Wherever they went, Syndicate hoodlums on the lam were warmly received,

Little about the organization has been changed up to this minute. *Each mob operated its own racket or rackets independently, collected its own take, | was forced to cut no one in,

each co-operated with every

other mob. On some of thei

larger takes, the various gangs shared the profits, as they con. tinue to do today. in matters like gambling and narcotics.

The ties that bound them, and bind them yet, lay in a formal “code of ethics,” a set of bylaws ruling all, a board of governors for policy-maknig, a kangaroo court for justice, with complete and final say on life and death. All these were legislated when a group of the very top ganglords agreed to amalgamation in 1934.

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: TOMORROW: The Extermination Department. E

S. Koreans Have Done Much With Little

By JIM G.

LUCAS

Scripps-Howard Staff Writer

SOMEWHERE IN KOREA,

Dec. 1—Few soldiers

have ever done so much with so little as the South

Koreans.

A good yardstick for judging a soldier is how he

treats his equipment. A soldier who walks away carrying his rifle—no matter how badly he's been beaten -— is a good soldier. A man who throws

and runs is a poor soldier, a man you can’t trust. “I picked up a South KoJean the other ¥ day,” said Col. } John E. Jim Lucas Slaughter of Purcellville, Va “He'd been shot in the mouth. His tongue was so swollen he was choking. I

llustrated by Walt Scott

i So Christa ing tobly o3e godiated with songs of proise,

We call them carols, usually. sung of all is “0 Come All Ye Faithful,” or “Adeste Fideles.” Second most is “Silent Night, Holy

a Fomorew begins the

The Korean GI has learned to take care of his equipment— the true mark of a real soldier, Jim Lucas, continding his series on the rebirth of the ROK army, discusses some aspects of its self-improvement.

guess he's dead by now. But the boy had his rifle and wouldn't let go of it. He

wouldn't even let me hold it while he got in the: jeep.” I. recently visited a South Korean artillery command post along the. Imjin River. They didn’t know I was coming so there had been no preparations. Their guns were old ones we'd

given them, but they were spotlessly clean. Capt. Louis Jaris of Hartford, Conn., American adviser to the unit, insisted there was nothing unusual about what I'd seen. “Those guns were fired today,” he said, “but as soon as they cease firing they turn to— no matter what the weather

and clean 'em up. We've learned

it's good . medicine to put an American artillery outfit alongside these boys. The Americans begin taking better care of their

weapons immediately. 'I guess the Koreans put. them to shame.” : n ~ ~

NOT ONLY WERE the guns clean, but they were in nearperfect condition. The ammuni= tion was neatly stacked in dugouts.

“These boys have an inherent curiosity about weapons. They want to learn everything about them,” Col, Kenneth Davidson of Wymore, Neb.,-explains. “Sometimes they take things apart and can't get them back together, but the next time they know. A lad who's battalion electrician here never saw an electric light before he joined the army; the closest he ever got to one was the highline over

his father's rice paddy. - But he’s doing all Fight now.” - » ” ONE OF THE continuing

marvels of the war is how the Koreans manage to keep going on their meager diet. It consists—Dbasically and entirely— of rice. a few vegetables but it’s been months since they tasted meat. The arrival of a few pounds of dried fish in a battalion I visited recently was a major event. “Men in my battalion somestimes boil weeds with their rice,” said Capt. Jaris. “It has no food. value, but it's filling. , And Hiowever little they get, itis more Shan the civilians are get-

som ial

Occasionally they get

ting. Desertions are almost unknown.” Captain Jaris and other

Americans with the ROKs frequently look the other way while troops haul a truckload of firewood to Seoul and sell it to get money for extra rations. “A truckload of firewood nets them a half million won (about $85) and frequently that's all

that keeps a battalion going,”

Capt. Jaris said. ” n 1». AMERICANS WHO contrast their scale of living.with that of the ROKs usually argue that the Koreans don't want anything but rice, That's not true. The Koreans in peacetime ate

well and are particularly ‘ond of beef and pork. It's simply that they can't afford it now.

Despite the meager diet, the average Korean doesn't seem to lack pep. He's able to scale the highest peaks in rubber-soled sneakers and he can march long distances-unpder arms.

The ROKs depend on us for the bulk of =their firepower.

Where they provide -their own they hardly measure up to our standards. But they're improving. Originally U. 8. advisers worked with the ROKs down to battalion level. We've ' found lately we can exercise proper supervision by keeping advisers at regiment.

“As the Koreans improve, we may be able to drop back to division level,” said Lt. Col. Thomas Ross of Birmingham, Ala.

WITH WINTER almost here, the ROKs will be better dressed than ever before. The winter uniform approximates the Chinese and North Korean dress— cotton’ padded trousers and kets. The ROKs I saw were delighted with: their new clothes and - guarded ther carefully. Their camps — semi-permanent

now—are well built and comfortable. They throw nothing away. Old boxes provide floors for their dugouts. A sort of central heating system keeps the floors—on which the men sleep —warm as toast. For fuel they burn the heavy cardboard in which artillery shells are packed.

The company’s rice is cooked .in one big pot.

Korea could—if she had the. money-—-buy rations from us,

Other nations do. But the Koreans don’t have the money. And the average Korean soldier can’t but feel the distinction. He cannot but feel sometimes hé's the stepchild in the family of nations fighting in Korea.

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HE KNOWS ONLY he’s frequently hungry while Americans have good eats to throw away. He knows he sometimes has lacked proper clothing and shoes while other soldiers—doing the same job-—are warm and well shod.

Far too“few Americans bother to learn anything about Korea or its language. “Every time I read one of their field orders, I spilt my sides laughing,” an American - major told me. “The way they use English is a scream.” Could he read or speak Korean? The" major was incredulous. Why? But on the whole, Americans and Koreans, despite the gulf between them, work well together. © The Americans have come to respect -the Koreans: The Koreans hold Americans in something makin to. awe. Together, they're putting fogéther . an army.

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