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“Imside Indianapolis By Ed Sovola
“I'LL, PICK you up in front of Banner-White-
hill at 5 o'clock, on the dot.” ? “You won't have to wait for me,” I said
Telephone receivers were replaced. Only because Ga what happened to me shouldn't happen to vou, y shame, pride, embarrassment will Be swallowed
and the tale will be told.
A. Mr. Funkhouser, membar of a drug manufacturing firm in the city and a “town father” of Zionsville, gave me a snow job about attending a Lions Club meeting in Z-city and giving a talk. I ‘didn’t have the slightest idea what he looked like, what kind of a car he was driving, whether he wore a carnation or anything. He was Mr, Funkhouser, he worked for C. B.Kendall Co, and he was a progtam chairman for the Zionsville Lions. : Db FOUR MINUTES before the hour agreed upon, my heels were cooling in front of Banner-White-hill. “Two minutes later a quick decision was made to stand on the southeast corner of Meridian and Maryland Sts. Traffic jam. Northbound traffic on Meridian was being routed east and west on Maryland. The gray matter warmed up to the crisis and ‘I figured Mr. Funkhouser would be driving on the curb side of Meridian amd it would be easy to hop in his truck, motorcycle sidecar or Cadillac on the corner. Surely he would be watching for me. Every car with a single occupant that passed me received an eager smile which would burst into a Tarzan yell at the first sign of recognition. Transit system passengers were giving me the fat eye. ri
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FIVE AFTER, 10 after, 15 after. Where could he be reached? I was afraid to run into the drugstore and make a callybecause as sure as I was standing there, the second I left, Mr. Funkhouser would drive up. Would it be wise to go back in front of Banner-Whitehill and wait? Not after 15 minutes. What would the Zionsville Lions think of a joker who failed to show? True enough, they didn’t have much of a program, but what they had ought to show up. Mr. Funkhouser probably was quietly blowing his stack someplace, but where? : Why didn't I get his phone number in Zionsville? Why didn’t he give me his number at his office? He should have been told what I would be wearing. A large sandwich sign, preferably one that would glow in the dark, was extremely degirable.
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It Happened Last Night
By Earl Wilson
NEW YORK, Jan. 28—Lovely actress June Havoc (Mrs. Wm. Spier) is having a baby in the fall—by which time her sister Gypsy Rose Lee should be home from her movie-making in Spain. “She’ll walk the floor for me like I did for her!” June told us the other night. By the way, d'you hear of the guy who wag asked how he liked to see Gypsy do a strip? “Nothing,” he said with a big smile, “looks good on her!” Fred Allén made up a silly tale of a man walking a dog that had a battered caulifiower ear. “What kind of a dog is that?” somebody asked. “A Boxer,” was the answer. “But not a very good one.”
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MANY FRIENDS of Ex-Sec’y. of War, Robert P. Patterson—already shocked by his plane crash death—were shocked again the next day to receive letters bearing his signature. The letters were appeals for the March of Dimes; the signatures were stamped. They'd been mailed not long Jbefore he died. i
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BOSOMY DAGMAR opened a cafe act in Las Vegas and Bill Willard, the Variety reviewer, wrote, “None of her stuff was flat.” . . . Joyce Mathews, anxious for Billy Rose to straighten out his battle with Eleanor Holm, asked several friends, “How long can this go on?” The Frank Costello retrial jury may be locked up each night. To prevent rumors. Costello's defense will include the contention that he answered 2000 questions and only refused to answer the big “$64 question.”
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SOME DIALOG in Saugusus, Mass, as reported by our contributor, Anthony» J. Pettito: “She has a photographic mind.” . .. “Yeah. Too bad it never developed.”
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SARAH CHURCHILL'S mgr., Charles Wick, was introduced in 21 to Acting Kings County D. A. Ed Silver who said, “You should teach your client to talk like her father.” Her loyal mgr. replied: “I don’t think her husband would like it. He prefers her a little feminine.”
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Americana By Robert C. Ruark
NEW YORK, Jan. 28—The coonskin-cap kid who almost might be called the Hopalong Cassidy of the Senate, is going to give all us dial-twiddlers an acute and needful index to the state of the nation’s political concupiscence this year. Sen. Estes Kefauver of Tennessee has just offerBd up his fair white frame as guinea pig in a vital experiment dffecting national well-being. He is going to run for President of the United States on the strength of a hefty television rating. The nation’s pulse-feelers have been fretting about this TV medium as a political weapon all along. But as in most complicated scientific experiments, we have had no subject who qualified as the perfect experimental control. Estes Kefauver is it. His qualifications can be said to’ rest almost entirely on public acceptance as crimebuster, the scourge of the underworld. His fame ‘twines round the coaxial cable as ivy to a tree o> & on 3s. . UNDERSTAND we do not knock the Senator's legislative behavior since he whipped the Crump machine in Tennessee and came to Washington to-make law. His committees were neat but not gaudy, and it was not until he joined the vigilantes and took his act on the road that his name crept into the kitchens of the country. The Kefauver crime commission road show got heavy billing, and he hit the jackpot when the American Broadcasting Co. signed up the hearings for the TV audience, ; You may recall that Sen. Kefauver and Rudolph Halley and Sen. Tobey and Frank Costello and Virginia Hill made some sort of entertainment history. On Virginia alone, the sponsors got their dough back. Overnight Sen. Kefauver was as famous, say, as the good captain of the Flying Enterprise, Donald Duck, or any other top-drawer celebrity.%xAs a TV star he had competed successfully with the best in puppets, Berle and Hoppy. J o> @ AT FIRST Sen. Kefauver was’ a child of the front pages, and then he was a television standout, and finally he was a magazine writer and a true celebrity as a crime buster and a thug chaser. He had the face and voice for it, too—
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dose of dignity and an icy poise. Yet there is some discernible kindness in Sen. Kefauver, too, and considerable humor. As.a performer he is
classic, as a shrewd publicity grabber, great.
Other men have become president on less. Sen. Kefauver has seen his sidekick, Rudy
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City solely on a television reputation and his association with Sen. Kefauver's “crime commission, He came in, so to speak, on his press notices, and it will be intriguing to see if Sen. Kefauver rassle up a nomination on a back-
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Here’s True Stor With Big Moral
"I.am the one you're looking for,” in two-foot letters was what I needed. A little forethought . and common sense wouldn't have been bad either.
MONDAY, JANUARY 28, 1952
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TWENTY minutes after and no Funkhotser. ‘HOOSIER SALON— .
The dinner was scheduled for 6:30. I remembered him saying that we would stop and visit Bernard Clayton, venerable publisher, owrier and editor of the Zionsville Times weekly, before going to the> Christian Church and the meeting. Heck, wed “have plenty of fime to partake of one or two chill-chasers. ; By 5:30 I was cold, in an evil mood, disgusted’ with myself, ashamed, worried what 50 Lions would be thinking when Mr, Funkhouser arrived alone. ’ The hand on my watch hegan its upward journey to. 6 p.m. 'I piled into the drugstore. Long distance. Get me Mr. Funkhouser who has something to do with the Lions. The operator said there were three Funkhousers but I wanted Bill. ; . His wife answered. She was a surprised Zions-
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ville lady. Bill hadn't called. Will you be s6meplace where Bill can reach you? I'll stick right here,
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IN ABOUT 10 minutes the phone rang. Bill Funkhouser—what happened? He passed the corner. He parked. He stood in front of BannerWhitehill. Where were you? Where are you? Bill was at my hotel. By phone he had combed the city. Stay right where you are and I'll be there. OK. A four-door black Oldsmobile pulled up shortly and I had my ride to Zionsville, Bill was happy. I was happy. The Lions would wait 15 minutes. “How did you happen to get me at the drug store?” Bill explained. He called Bernard Clayton. The Zionsville operator cut in and said she “happened” to have a key up and the man he was looking for called his wife. Then Bill called home. His wife gave him the number at the drugstore. Simple.
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TOP PRIZE—Edmund Brucker, Indianapolis artist, won the Wm. H. Block $500 first prize for this marine scene, "Low Tide." Judges for the show, which offered 27 prizes totaling nearly $5000, | bub, were Robert Philipp, New York; Paul Riba, Cleveland, O., and John Bacus, Chicago. The Block prize his morning in the Vm, H. Block Co. auditorium. The exhibit will awarded Mr. Brucker, one of the most coveted in Indiana, is annually granted "the outstanding work THE LIONS heid up’ the dinner. We sven = hue twough Te i in oil of the entire exhibition. - stopped by Mr. Clayton’s newspaper office. Every- : thing went off almost on schedule. The alert . . Zionsville operator should stop and see Mr. Clay- Z : ton. She deserves something. The moral of this story is that if you're going to meet a stranger on a corner, pick an alternate in case of an emergency, get more facts than his last name, wear a red carnation or spotlight. or a sandwich sign. Don’t count on having a telephone operator save the day for you. Quite often they “happen” to have their keys. down.
IN HOOSIER SALON—"Girl With Biwa" is the title of this piece of sculpture which won for Ralph N. Hurst the Mrs. C. V. Hickox $200 first prize in the current Hoosier Salon, which opened
June Havoe Expecting Stork in the Fall
NANETTE FABRAY and publicist Dave
Tebet may work things out, despite their recent divorce.
They're still in love. . Will Charlie Moskowitz, veep and treasurer . of MGM, now stationed here, take Louis B. Mayer's post in Hollywood? . . . Baron Geo. Wrangel aand Mrs, Joseph Jordan Eller, wife of the skin specialist, are each divorcing in Nevada. Gossips say they'll marry (and have many Wrangels). . . . Bookmaker Jerry Kelly’s 2-year term was cut-to one by the Appellate Division, thanks to the eloquence of Counsel Thomas I. Sheridan. Kelly’ll very soon be free... . Dorothy Dandridge is a singing sensation at La Vie En Rose. . . . Didi Douglas tours with the 52 Association performing at hospitals. LE > AN ACTUAL TEXAS remark passed on to us by Journalist Arthur Laro of Houston: “Him! Why, he hasn't got anymore than a piddling $5 million.”
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LANDSCAPE—"Highway No, |" is the title of this print by G Jo Mess of Indi li which won the Charles A. Te $50 prize. Horo! Shisrmiinh by Gourn Jo Weis of Indienapelis
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HEYWOOD BROUN’S story of inviting a panhandler in to buy him a meal—and then finding he had no money with him—is recalled by restaurateur Murray Chester. The panhandler said, “Never mind, I'll pay for it,” and did so—from his own pocket. Then Broun said, “Let's take a cab to my apartment and I'll give you the money.” Retorted the panhandler: “Oh, no, I don’t mind bemg®stuck for the meal—but not for the cab ride, too.”
THE MIDNIGHT EARL: Sen. Kefauver's enthusiasts boast that they'll get Sen. Lehman to handle his presidential drive in New York. , . . Wayne Lonergan’s now a Sing Sing librarian. . .. Mickey Mantle's good for $60,000 this year for - testimonials, etc. . ; . Daily Double: John Alden Talbott Jr. and Pat Potter, the socialites. ... The health shops now sell “vegetable hot dogs.” . . . Friends say George Ross Jr, and Jerri Higgins got the license. . . . That's Earl, brother.
RURAL—"Of the Main Highway," another of Mr. Mess' prints, depicts a country scene. It exemplifies the variety and scope of this year's Hoosier Salon, one of the most diversified in the history of the enterprise.
COAL RANGE—"Coffee Time," aquatint that shared the Segner prize.
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Kefauver Is Test Of TV's Polency
I have an odd hunch that if Harry Truman decides not to run, the long Tennessee boy in the coonskin cap stands a better-than-fair chance to qualify for the Democratic candidacy. In presence, background and reputation, he already has considerable more muscle than Mr. Truman had when they made a vice-president out of him. And then, of course, the TV . .. It is going to be a long, tough summer and spring and fall, on the airlanes and the T\ screens, There is nothing to say that a Lin colnesque politician with elegant TV presence can't make it over a stiff-necked opponent with the personality of a clam to obscure his sterling virtues, (This is a hypothetical opponent, I know of few candidates whose sterling virtues would obscure their personalities, good or bad.) oe oe WE MUST'NT forget that FDR was an accomplished actor before he was anything. So was Huey Long. There was a lot of ham in old TR. if I read my history right, and Lincoln seemed to have a nice way with a phrase. But none of them had the miracle of television to work with as a weapon, Anybody who saw the Kefauver shows or Gen. MacArthur's “Old Soldier” speech in Washington knows what I mean. Television literally birthed Sen. Kefauver as a large public figure. Be very interesting to see if it can. wean him, and raise him up to a shot at the country’s top job. Funnier things have happened, and I'm not betting no.
Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith
Q—I've heard that beer is good for plants— somebody told my mother that, Is it? And you'd better not tack my name on this one. - A—TI've heard beer prescribed for everything from fitters to gelatin (also hair rinse) but never before for plants. If we.must be completely technical, I suppose it would decompose into sub-
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Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column in The Sunday Times .
stances plant roots could use. But it would be a lot simpler to use a regular plant fertilizer. Popular garden lore seems every so often to bob up with bright thoughts. about how coffee, tea, milk (or beer) is “good for plants.” A couple of years ago some energetic scientists proved what our great-grandmothers Knew from observation, that milk is actually a good fertilizer for plants. .Coffee and tea, on the other hand, aren't long on
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plant food. But the grounds do loosen up hard A “N soil 3 You use Jem plentifully. So i that sense APRN ” ’ 3 3 : : ry es a 1 -& you could say they were “good for plants” But : i o wo : on dpi n or 4 ye. Ly Tor hao io reach VACATION SCENE—With “Lake Freeman, Indiana," Gene Lacy won the Ernest M. Morris = LITHOGRAPH—Charles Surenderf's "St. Peter St., | Dt JOTS sally 107 What yiant food 8 Jresent. . . M : priteei $450, ~ .. - Se ale a ~ leans," won the Mrs, Mark A, Brown $50 pris. hath
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