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committees inyes¥igaff ricular activities. : You can imagine the jolt I received when an investigating committee ranged itself in front of my desk at the office. ” All four of the members could barely see over the top of the desk.. The spokesman and chairman of the committee, Marilyn Megenhardt, third grade, School 76, broke the ice that was forming on my brow, “We came to investigate how a newspaper is printed,” she said. “The members of my committee—Fred Olofson, Sandra Leonard and Hank Matthew. Our teacher, Mrs. Adolph Wolter, told us to see you for a simple explanation. We are going to report what we learn to the class.” (Mrs. Wolter, that was as cute a delivery as

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T have ever heard. If you train all your pupils:

that way, we. don’t have to. worry about the youngsters of today. There's only one suggestion. Don't tell your children to use the word investigate. There are a lot of folks who want the word banned.) “wood de “A SIMPLE explanation, eh, Marilyn? You have picked the right, man, Well, we can start with my job on thé Paper. .. .” “Can you tell us how the news gets into the paper?” asked Fred Olofson, “The stuff.I do isn’t. ,. >» “Mrs. Wolter wants us to find out about the news,” added Hank Matthew. “And see the papers printed,” chimed Sandra Leonard. : ¢ (Mrs. Wolter, you sure send your pupils out with a clear picture of what they want.) “All right, kids, if that's what you really want.” That's what they wanted. ! Small notebooks appeared and pencils were raised. Looking into the shiny faces, eyes devoid of blood streaks, I felt like starting in on a story about The Three Bears. “What does’ that man in the white shirt do over there?” asked Marilyn. ib “HE IS a rewrite man. Reporters call the eity editor that they have a story and he decides what to do with it. He tells one of the rewrite men to take the facts from the reporter and write the story. Follow me?” Four heads nodded. Well, so far so good. I was ‘curious to see thesnotes they were taking. Being on the other end of the stick was a new

experience. But it wouldn't do to ask to see the

notes, not even a third grader’s notes. Attentive youngsters, those four. We talked about how all copy goes through ‘the hands of the city editor, then through the news editor and finally the slot man, who assigns the head size on a story/@nd passes it to a copydesk man. When the copy 1s read again and a headline written to the satisfaction of the man in the slot, it is sent to the backshop by pneumatic tube. There it is set in type.

It Happened Last Nig

By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, Dec. 14—Comedian Herb Shriner was honored by the Sons of Indiana the other night—without the help of Indiana's two Senators. “After passing the new taxes, Congress wanted a vacation,” Herb said. “But I don’t know where they could go on a vacation. They certainly couldn’t go home.”

BEST-DRESSED MAN Adolf Menjou, wanted to do something for a friend—and to O. K. him to his tailor. “Ah,” thought the friend, “he’s buying me a suit.” “Any time this gentleman comes in here to get a suit,” Menjou ordered the tailor, “you may give him my lapels.” : oo <> 3 ARTIE SHAW visited Girl Friend Doris Dowling at St. Clare's Hospital where she had an appendectomy, but friends say they'll hesitate a long time before marrying. . . . Madeline Carroll turned down a big Hollywood picture offer. Said

she’s happy being a married woman in NY and J}

why upset it? Leo Lindy, who distrusts deep sauces on foods, said: “Never eat anything you can't see.” . . . Wonderful line in “I Am a Camera” where Wm. Prince says he doesn’t regret having lived in Europe; in fact, *I wouldn't have missed a single hangover of it.” oe oe oe PHIL SILVERS’ pa! and fellow actor, Eddie Hanley, who's in “Top Banana” with him, wore an apparently new wrist watch at the Friars— so somebody said: “You're prosperous, Eddie. Buy that watch since the show opened?” Eddie: “Nope. Got it out of hock since the show opened.”

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THE FORTUNE POPES (he’s the publisher and radio man) are having their difficulties . . . Gen. MacArthur’ll go before Congress again. When they ratify the Jap treaty ... Author Ludwig Bemelmans was injared: Fell while hunting

. in Europe . .. Ethel Merman dresses up fit to kiss

when she goes to EI Morocco with Bob Six.

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

. NEW YORK, Dec. 14—Dear Dorothy Dix: I am squat and dark and some girls have called me only mildly repulsive, but that was not what I had in mind. Sex, I mean. What I had in mind, more, was where does a fellow go today to pay his taxes? : I mean, Dedr Dorothy, whom does one trust. these days, and how do I know that the $98,324.64 (the best part of a hundred grand) that they tell me I owe will not go to buy a mink larynx for Perle Mesa? That sweet thing. You'd never know her for a diplomat. I am only a simple country boy who comes from North Carolina, but I never got mixed. ~ wz up with no city fellers and consequently I have no airplanes to sell. Not even on my Uncle Wade's side—he was the Holy Roller who acquired both a bride and sandspurs in the same evening—am I connected to the Caudles. During. the. few.years.I. have lived in cities. I. have mingled with fairly honest folk, and positively was not responsible for the shooting of Willie , Moretti or the appointment of William O'Dwyer as the ambassador. FN o> Sb . AVHAT I AM TRYING to say is that this girl told me that the easiest way to duck the draft was to join the Navy, and then they withheld all my pay and now I find I am part owner of the Pentagon, but with no note. -. They are not paying dividends on the Pentagon, but my lawyers tell me that no dividends are nondeductible, and I must get in touch with somebody in Washington who knows about this thing. This sweet thing. ; Actually, that is not what-I am trying to sdy. What I am trying to say is, gosh, when I took that capital gains on Murder, Inc, I didn’t know it was loaded, hardly, scarcely. I went to the chairman of the Democratic national lottery— sorry, committee—and was advised that a 10-cent fcepick, if held six months, is equal to an oil well lease in Iraq. Or Iran. Someplace where they need tractors.

«bo SO I TOOK the $50 million and invested In slow-loris fur coats, for Christmas presents, and now Gen. MacArthur isn’t president any. more. This bothers me, because he looked so cute in his sun-suit. Gen. MacArthur? 1 find myself confused. It must have been Bill Boyle. Gen. MacArthur was fired for, winning, a. war against Guatemala, or New Orleans. I guess you know now, Dear Dorothy, why the

- girls always call me “puzzled.” That is because

I am. Puzzled, I mean. Stupid, I guess some of the fellows around the poolroom would say. But it is just that I am loaded with all this loot that

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INVESTIGATING COMMITTEE—Pressman Walter Abell shows the "works" to School 76 third graders, Fred Olofson (left), Marilyn Megenhardt, Hank Matthew and Sandra Leonard.

WE HAD to see hpw that was done. Compositor Kenny Bourke saved the day by setting the children’s names in type. Somebody always gets in on the act. I could have typed their names. Anyway, the kids were fascinated in seeing how the type was funneled into page forms, rolled into the mat-making machine and finally how the mats were used to make stereotype plates for the rotary presses. My work was made considerably easier by the fact that the committee could steps. The only thing I had to watch was my guide work. But then it would take a pretty good man to lose me on any of the four, floors of the building. ” Pressman Walter Abell showed (he's a pushover for kids, too) how the newsprint is woven through the presses, how they're started and where the complete newspaper shoots out at the rate of 28,000 an hour, Committee members were handed a paper hot off the press. FROM THE pressroom we went to the mailing room. It was impossible, even though one youngster suggested it, to ride the moving line of papers from the basement to the first floor. . “You can’t ride the delivery trucks, either,” I said. “If you have time, though, we can talk about how, , , .»

“Thank you, very much,” said Marilyn. “We *

have to go back to school and report our visit.” “Some other time?” Pretty good idea sending kids out to get some action in their social studies. I didn't get my two cents in but it's still worthwhile,

ht Where Can Congressmen Hide Out on Vacation?

(Things We'd Like to See: Bob Six dating .Toni Seven, Sailing Baruch in a rowboat with Seaman Jacobs and Ham Fish, and Bob Trout.) oo oe <> TAFFY TUTTLE, the showgal, has a stenographer friend. One day her boss said: “Now there are two words I don't want to hear you using. One's lousy and the other's terrific.” Tatfy's friend replied: “So what are the words?’ ;

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REBECCA WELLS (Orson’s and Rita's daughter) was attentive when the Beverly Hills teacher told pupils to take home a hooklet “and read it to your father.” : r 3 ; > Next day all reported they'd done so. Teacher, remembering that Orson’'s in Europe, asked her nurse about the seeming discrepancy. “That explains something to us,” said the nurse. “She didn’t want to fib, or appear different. She took ‘her father's picture off the wall and read to it.” A CURE FOR GOUT is reported by radio and TV producer and packager Ed Byron (“Mr. District Attorney”). A young doctor at Mt. Sinai Hos- % pital, financed for 10 years by : gout sufferers Bernard Baruch

and Jock Whitney, developed “Benemid.,”® which cures, at least in many cases. Byron

himself is so happy at being cured after five years that he plans to produce a new show with his extra energy and joy of living.

Lisa Ferraday

“SOME COLLEGE GALS pursue learning.” says the Lexington Herald, “Others learn pursuing" . .. That's Earl, Brother.

It’s All Too Much For Our Robert

somebody—maybe Mr. McKinney—says I owe, and don't know where to drop it. My problem is that if I give somebody this money, how do I know what they'll do with it? Declare a war against England? Buy a muskratlined destroyer? Blow it on the races? Spend it on sports shirts? Turn it into gold, and wreck the international market? You pay taxes today and they can maybe sue you as an international atom thief or an accomplice to the bookie business. Where she goes, Doll, nqQbody knows. THERE USED to he some tax people around our town who would stalk up as bold as could be and say: “Gimmie.” "They have now gone underground. Following the example of our government employees, I have been withholding the maid's money—and (chuckle) investing in oil stocks—and nobody knows the difference. Who cares if the oil stocks drop dry? It's the maid's money. Ain't my money. | Well, Sweetie, I guess by now you know my problem. ‘I got some loot in the zoot. If you will please be so kindly as to advise me where I can lay the load, without recourse to Washington, I Inclose self-addressed, stamped- envelope. YI put on an extra stamp, because I am not sure of what

may. be-dappening-to-the Post Office Department.

You can’t trist nobody, nohow, these days.) Yours sincerely, BLUE EYES. P. 8. Better call me “worried.” My eyes are really brown. I just threw in the false pigmentation to baffle the revenooers

Dishing the Dirt

By Marguerite Smith

Q—A year ago a neighbor gave me some tulip bulbs. I planted them last fall. Then in the spring all that came up was one leaf on each one. Can you tell me why? Mrs. M. Henshaw, Arcadia. A—You'll find that small immature bulbs will perform this way. You might try growing them on to blooming size. They should be in full sun—if not, dig and replant jafter their next

Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column ; in The Sunday Times N

growing season. If you did not enrich the soil with bone meal or other high phosphate fertilizer before you planted them, sprinkle some bone meal on top of the bed now. Or give them liquid fertilizer (high phosphate type) next spring as soon as they begin growing well. This will not stimulate bloom in 1952 but will help the bulbs to prepackage buds for spring of 1953. Do not. keep. tulips growing on close to shrubs or trees. Their greedy roots rob the _ bulbs df plant food. ~ ’ ae

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By BURTON B. TURKUS and SID FEDER THE GUNMEN of Murder, Inc., although modern in the art of skulduggery, were of the old school of

chivalry which believes woman's place is in the home. Or in a gilded cage, anyway. The killers normally did not mix business and pleasure,

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fall evening in 1935 all the more memorable. Perhaps there had come a time when the policy of exclusion piqued the pretties. Or maybe the boys decided that the girls ought to get a break. At any rate, a gala affair was arranged. That was Ladies’ Night in Murder, Inc.! This strange ritual had its beginning when Hy Kasner was placed in a burlap bag and

EDITOR'S NOTE: This is the eleventh of a series which tells the story of -the American crime ring from its inception. down to the present. Mr, Turkus is the prosecutor who sent seven Brooklyn gangsters to the electric chair. Mr, Feder is the well known newspaper correspondent and magazine writer These chapters are from the book, “Murder, Inc.” just published by Farrar, Strauss and Young.

dropped into a sewer. The bag flushed into open water, and was fished out near Fresh Creek Basin, an inlet into southeast Brooklyn. ” n ”

THE grape vine identified those who had done in Hy as Jack Elliott, a dangerous professional bodyguard; Joey Amberg, a somewhat influential racketeer, and Frankie Tietlebaum, a Manhattan murderer. Not long before, his murder, Kasner had become associated

with the Anastasias and Louis”

Capone. incensed. The board of governors of the Syndicate received an urgent request to do something about it. The three perpetrators were very well connected though. Amberg, for example, was an associate of Joey Adonis. “Joey A. had an interest with Amberg in some lines,” was the way Kid Twist Reles put it, when he told us of the case in 1940. The kangaroo court deliberated at length. “A lot of pressure was put on,” Reles went on, “Joey A.

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likes Amberg, but the heat is too much.” > n un o LOUIS CAPONE summoned Happy Maione, and Philly and Red, two of the water front boys, for a work conference. Soon Joey Amberg was lured into a garage, a step from what is now the magnificent Brownsville slum-clearance projec. Joey had his chauffeur, Mannie Kessler, with him. This was unfortunate for Mannie. When Joey was stood against the wall, there was nothing to do but stand the chauffeur up with him. Then the firing opened up. Twelve days after Joey Amberg was mowed down, the

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gangsters caught up with the second of Kasner's killers Franki Tietlebaum. They placed what was left of Frankie in a wardrobe trunk, and left it under a bridge. : Jack Elliott was the toughest to corner. Although a ‘‘loner,” he was known all over mobdom.

” ” = ONE NIGHT, Jack was locked inside his automobile

on the Hackensack flats in New Jersey, and the car was hurned to a cinder. They forgot to let Jack out first. * The deaths of the trio (with Joey Amberg’s chauffeur thrown in) was conceded to be

The Women Behind the Candidates—

‘I Want What lke Wants,

By RICHARD KLEINER

Times Special Writer

EW YORK, Dec. 14—If, as and when Gen. Dwight Eisenhower throws his garrison cap into the presi-

dential ring, it will be his decision and his alone.

The

philosophy of his wife on the subject of influencing hus-

bands is expressed in five simple words: “I want whatever Ike wants.” Mamie Eisenhower has been practicing the fine art of staying in the background for 35 years. About all most people know of her is that she wears bangs. Ever since their marriage, in 1916, she has deliberately and consciously become a silent partner. When they were married; Eisenhower was a recently com-

missioned second lieutenant. His rise to military prominence and possibly political office is a tribute to Mrs. Eisenhower's adherence to two rules she set down early in their life together. LShe came to the conclusion

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that an Army wife had two jobs to do, if she wanted to help her husband. Both jobs were designed to keep her husband free from worry. Job No. 1-—keep in good health. Job No. 2—keep in the background. Mamie Eis-

enhower did both well.

* ” » 5 LIKE ALL ARMY families, the Eisenhowers lived a mobile life. They moved from camp to camp, they served in Panama and the Philippines, they had

‘periods of separation. All this

was good training for the Iowaborn, Colorado-reared girl who

may become America's first lady. . To her, life in the White

House would be “just andther post. She's become adept at feeling at home wherever Ike's career takes her. From tiny two-room apartments, where she disguised Army cots with cretonne, in France and the president's home at Columbia University, she’s made the Eisenhower home a social center. Army folks used to call their home — on whatever post they happened to be—the “Club Eisenhower.” "There was always a pleasant evening with the

Eisenhowers. Sometimgs they played cards, sometimes they just talked, sometimes she

played the piano and everyone sang. Their piano went with them wherever they moved. She has the ability of mak-

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a necessary example of the then new Syndicate’s authority. A recalcitrant, however, was Joey Amberg’s brother, Preity.

Pretty knew everyone con-

‘nected with the combination.

So it was decided to “borrow” a man from Lepke to “maneuver” him. This was a brand new switch: Brooklyn, Inc.’s murder specialists seeking outside aid on assassination. Lepke's staff extermination expert, Mendy,” volunteered. : “Pretty likes me,” the hulking hood smirked. “I'll steer him; he'll never get wise.” Hard by Williamsburg Bridge over the East River was a club run by a friend of Mendy, who

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MAMIE EISENHOWER—For 35 years, a silent partner.

on his return after the war, she took a back seat while the city cheered itself hoarse for Ike, Once, during an intermisison® in the ceremonies, she came up behind him, plucked at his sleeve, and said, “General, may I touch you?” He turned around to find his wife smiling impishly up at him.

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MENDY got in touch ‘with Pretty and invited him to this trap. Mendy’s friend, the proprietor,

asked them into the office for a

drink. The libation was never poured. Two of -Mendy's cone federates were waiting. They

set about hacking on Amberg with sharp instruments, It was decided to dump Pretiy’'s not-so-pretty remains on one of the dark side streets near the Brooklyn Navy Yard, The carved corpse would be placed in a car saturated with gasoline, which would then be set afire. The cutthroats selected North Elliott Place, narrow and one block long. Here, no policeman was likely to interrupt with an objection to holding a cre mation in an automobile on a public_street. It “Was then somegne got the Inspiration. An undying paragraph of precedent was written in crime and chivalry. Heretofore, the fair companions of the torpedoes had been summarily shunted from business matters. Why not an occasion for them? Why not a Ladies Night? Just how “Miss Murder, Inc.” was chosen, our informants no longer knew. That was relatively unimportant, anyway, The lucky lovely was permitted to touch the match to the gaso-line-soaked car containing the well-hacked body of Pretty Amberg! It went off beautifully,

before a gallery of select spectators. » n s THE QUEEN of Ladies’

Night bragged of the honor for months. Two women, still available, were mentioned as sources of additional data. Both have long since turned in their membership cards in the Ladies’ Auxiliary. . Both were brunette and, as they say, well-stacked. Yet, both quickly conceded that, on looks alone, the shellacked blonde who was Miss Murder, Inc, had it all over them. They explained that the rest of the girls gave the winner the nickname of Hot Foot. Behind her back, some altered this to Hot Tomato. : “But they” the brunettes insisted, “were just the sors losers.”

(Copyright, 1851, by Burton B. Turkus

and 8id Feder.)

TOMORROW: The Incredible Death of Kid Twist.

Mamie

There is virtually no chance that Mamie Eisenhower would take an active part in any political campaign, if Ike became a candidate. She enjoys her comfortable life as a silent partner. She likes to play mah-jongg with her friends—mostly officers’ wives—and shop for her smart clothes and run her home. “I am perfectly satisfied to be known as a housewife,” she says. “I take a great deal of pride in my role.”

” s ” ALTHOUGH HER HOME life has been subjected to many forced changes over the years, she herself changes slowly. She hasn't altered her hair style radically in 30 years, primarily because she likes it and thinks it suits her. She was very slow in adopting the “New Look,” because she felt the longer skirts were “less becoming.” She is very proud of the fact that her appearance hasn't changed much. In 1944, when her son, John, graduated from West Point, she was mistaken for his older sister. She still is- slim and youthful, at 54. She walks and talks in a quick, energetic way. One of her biggest interests is clipping every mention of Ike she can find from newspapers and magazines. Some day. she says, she's going to paste them in scrapbooks. She calls it a Job for “her old age.” Whatever the outcome of the

next presidential election, Mamie Eisenhower will be happy. : hi

“I've been following Ike from place to place for years,” she says, “and I've been supremely happy. 1 want whatever Ike wants.” TOMORROW: Mrs. Warren runs the home, and does a good Job of it,

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