Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 February 1952 — Page 21
Inside® Indianapolis By Ed Sovela
IMAGINE, with hearts and flowers and candy in the air, a poor bachelor has to call a cop. St. Valentine's Day, la de da. :
It might be a gag, this Invasion by the fairer sex that sent me scooting to hide in a wastepaper basket, then yelling, “Police, help.” But I'm: not
taking any chances, It's Leap Year and as one of
the gals said, “Bud, wake up, you're ripe.”
Well, maybe I'm ripe, Ripe, for what? Ripe to be kidded about wasting the hest years of my life? Ripe to listen to gray-haired matrons at - meetings ‘tell me that they know girls” that might lead to something? By something, I believe, they mean a one-way ticket to the man with the Good Book and a hand that's , out to sign the license.
Valentine's Day was the farthest thing from my mind when a mass of “friends” pounced on me. At the time, IT was engaged in some important work. I was reading Gayelord Hauser's hook, “Look Younger Live Longer.” »
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AT FIRST no attention was : paid to the commotions I'm a retiring son-of-a- -gun and like to
stay away from noise and disltke intensely to |
get involved in arguments. “Why do you want to look younger and live longer?” asked one maiden, smiling as if she had swallowed a 3-carat diamond engagement ring. “Health is a priceless possession.” I answered. closing my desk drawers to hide the hlac kstrap hrewers’ yeast tablets, wheat germ and a ‘box of health candy bars. “How old are vot, little hoy”" sliding along the top.of ‘my desk. “T'll be 33 in April, why? How old are you?” “Old enough to bring you a Valentine, Did your mother ever tell you girls were made of ‘sugar and spice and everything nice? I knew then they were up to no Tod hy the way they began crowding. It reminded me of the Indian stories I used to read. Women can get rough once the ice ha. been broken and right then it was.
asked another,
a Noe. IN EXCHANGE for the Valentine I offered the girl a couple of veast tablets, She laughed. Blackstrap molasses? They all laughed. A pair of hands relieved me of Gayelord Hauser’s hook.t It was deposited in a wastepaper basket. Another pair of hands grasped a shoulder. A soft and not-too-unpleasant hand seratched the hack of my head. A soft and not-too-un-pleasant hand should have wiped the perspiration off my brow. - “When are you going to quit this foolishness and get serious about someone?" “How many Valentines and boxes of candy are
vou going to give for Valentine's Day? PUT THAT HEALTH candy away, Bernarr MaecFadden.”
My attempt to explain that several years ago a girl busted my heart (old friends need not be
It Happened Last Night
By Earl Wilson
NEW YORK, Feb. 14-1 sit around as often as I can with men (and women) whose names are In the headlines, and I find out a lot about their wavs of life. : Now the other night Gov. Earl Warren was at one table at Toots Shor's and Pat O’Brien was at another one. They had boarded the same plane that morning at Los Angeles, had arrived safely in New York, had gone to their hotels—and now, without any prearrangement, they were back again under one roof, having dinner. Gov. Warren was with his daughter, Virginia, and a party of his campaign strategists. We all know what a family man the governor fs. They invited me to'have a drink—I had coffee —and we got to talking ... and I got a phone call. I went to answer it, and when I eame back toward the governor's table, I stopped off to talk to Pat O'Brien at his table. “I want you to tell Gov. Warren something I shold have told him today,” Pat said. I got out the old notebook, thinking this must be dynamite stuff. “I almost didn’t get to make the trip,” Pat
said, “because of my mother being so sick. I called it off once; then she got better, and I . came on.
“But that has nothing to do with this,” Pat continued. “We were out at the airport at Los Angeles,” Pat went on, “and my boy Terry, who's 5, was out there to see me off. I kept velling ‘I love vou' to him and “You're my guy’ and things like that.
so finally I got off the plane to say goodby to him again. “And just then there was a lot of excitment at the airport. Gov. Warren was getting aboard. “And just then I was saying to Terry, ‘You're my guy,’ and he said, ‘I love you, Daddy. I:ove you even more than I love Gov. Warren.’ Americana By Robert C. Ruark ‘NEW YORK, Feb. 14 Every time I go to Madison Square Garden to watch the dog persons showing the dogs in the annual Westminster pooch parade, I come away relieved. Thank the Lord, say I, the dog persons are showing dogs. because if the dogs were showing the dog persons nobody would win anything. A dog person is blood brothar to a horse person, in that both resemble physically the animals they show, But whereas a horse person is generally a pretty. natty type and makes a great thing about stocks and jodhpurs and jackets, dog persons look mostly as if they were something the dog just dragged in, which is not-the case, . The dogs come to the shows under protest, with exception of a few hams who begin life smirking from a kennel basket and never drop the. habit. ~ oe ge IF ONE MAY generalize, the female dog person is apt to be a bit .dowdier than. the male. Both in the ring and out, they seem to run toward saggy tweed skirts and twisted stockings, with some emphasis on mousy hair, horn-rimmed spectacles, and low-heeled brogans. There is some sort of house rule that makes it illegal for a female dog person to appear in anything but low-comic shoes and a generally dandruffy condition. The male dog person is a baggy-slacks Breed, apt to decorate his hat with a band of pheasant feathers: and his belly with a tattersall vest. I do believe some :of them drink, too, because the flushed face is parcel to the scene, and an odor that cannot be entirely composed of kibble permeates the tableau: 1 also have noticed most of the nonworking or spectating dog persons of the male breed either wear: their hair in crewcuts or let it run wild over the collar; Nor is the turtle-neck sweater a curiosity. : :
. i oS DOG PEOPLE. do odd things. I saw one female dog person crouching in a vacated cage, performing tricks with a crossword puzzle: The dog had disappeared, and probably was to be found ‘sitting in one of the more expensive box seats, watching the odd antics of the performing dog persons in the show rings.” And the antics are amusing. Dog persons are carefully taught to run.to heel and bridle at the judges and jerk leashes and all sorts of kindred feats. To look at them, sometimes, you would ‘almost suspect them of being human.” i Whilst waiting in the wings, so to speak, for fame to brush them lightly, the dogs are kenneled in open-front cages below decks in the Garden, where they are subject to molestation by the. non- - working dog persons. ~ This puts considerable ‘strain on the animals, for. it is considered poor form fo bite . the features off some heldame who cuddles her slightly stale perfume to the animal's face; . cradles him to lecumed chest and murmers: “Oon isn’t 1 um onteums le ickums oute-uma? ;
“plenty of nice
“And he kept yelling ‘I love you, Daddy’—and
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Wake Up, Are Ripe
PEEK-A-BOO—A delegation of well-wishers for Valentine's Day sent "Mr. Inside" for cover and the law,
told her name) and I didn't want anything like that to happen again, was crushed. J
“Let me read you a poem 1 wrote,” giggled a girl, Gad, she shoved her face so close to mine I could smell her lipstick. The quick, red-in-the
face fox jumped over the lazy headed for the shipping room. o o- oe THEY FOUND me in a wastepaper basket, It was plain they had every intention of tormenting
girl's back and
me. A citizen in danger has a right to ask police .
protection. I put in a fast call to the Indianapolis
Railways information booth on. Illinois St. and Kentucky Ave. If Officer Kenneth. Dilk was on duty, he'd protect me.
Kenny came on the double. .He sized up the situation in a jiffy, When in doubt, get the mob to form a line is a good rule to follow. MAny outbursts, demonstrations, ear-pullings, and I'll take you in for disturbing the peace,” announced Officer Dilk. “Have & shot of .blackstrap,” 1 said gratefully, Kenny shuddered and for a moment I thought he was coming down with the flu. Wonderful what effect a policeman has over women. Doggone it, though, with an officer of the law standing by, Valentine poetry loses a lot of punch. Get this: “Yogurt is icky. Blackstrap is sticky, Wheat germ is for birds And =0 are vou.” ; Tender, eh? Valentine and Leap Year, bah.
Pat O'Brien's Boy Likes Gov. Warren
“Tell him what my boy 5 years old said about him!” commanded Pat, as proud as though he'd won an Academy Award. It wasn’t such a dynamite story after all, and I'm sure my son Slugger has said things as clever tand that yours has said things much more clever), hut it was rather nice, especially since the governor smiled when I told him, and his eyes twinkled through his glasses, and he said, “God Jove him.” . de A Bb : THE MIDNIGHT FARL . , . Is color TV to be revived real soon? NBC’z lining up a unit to start closed-circuit color telecasts next month. . Billy Rose could save a lot of money if he could: get Eleanor Holm té withdraw her separation action now that Joyce Mathews has gone abroad.
oline Denny, a trusted friend—was “very happy” when she left, and intimates insist Billy will be reunited. Ann Moore of the “Grand Central Station” program ‘is offered by CBS as proof that some pretty girls are still seen on radio. - Joe DiMaggio may not actually broadcast the ball games this season— just do before and after game stuff till he masters the job. , .. 8amia Gemal, the bellyrina, will make’ her NY debut at the Latin Dagmar was asked what she did with her spare time in Las Vegas. “Oh.” she said, “I spent every minute out in the air filling’ up my lungs.” . . . That's Earl, brother.
Miss Moore
Bob Wonders What Dogs See In People
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Self-Pity Can Be Most Unbearable
By CHARLES H. ANDREWS THERE ARE two ways to demonstrate love to your child. First by capitulating to every wish, denying him nothing. Second by choosing the most sensible course, even if it involves firmness and discipline. We chose the latter way, and it has paid off handsomely. For even while we secretly wanted to give into Chuck's every whim, we would rot, Hos» pitalized patients, young or old, easily hecome spoiled, Everyday contact with the hospital gave us a free lesson in psychology and it is this: Some people would rather remain invalids, basking in the sympathies and attentions of those who must wait on them, than go on te recovery and a renewed hattle against the tough outside world, “Why go back te the re. sponsibilities and turmoil?” say the adults, “Why go back to school and the struggle to find my place with other: children?” say the youngsters. So, then. You the parent. You are afraid for the child who must return. And you are afraid for yourself because it is you ‘upon whom the child depends, It is far easier to indulge the little rascal and, you think, humoring, “Oh well, well give in just a little this time. After all, think of what he's been through.” That's just it, If you stop to think of what he has been threugh and argue that it was a perfectly harrowing experfence which entitles him to some special consideration, salaaming and rolling out the plush carpet for the rest of his' life, that youngster will catch on quickly. He will be the first one to agree with you. And then you have opened the door to neuroticism. ~ n " “I'M GOING to have you fired,” said the Little King one afternoon to a new nurse on the second shift. He didn’t like the way she handled the matter of the bedpan. Polios, we learrded, are that way. Irritable beyond belief. If Chuck asked for the bedpan and it was a few minutes late in arriving, he'd sob in frustration, It was this mental attitude that we were called upon to
THE WOMEN WHO WEAR THE CROWN .
might as ~ ;
EDITOR'S NOTE: Charles H. Andrews is a writer in Ojal, son Chuck was stricken with polio 18 months ago. Here, Mr. Andrews offers a poignant account of his experiences during the child's illness. This is the fourth of a series of articles from the book, NO TIME FOR TEARS, just published by Doubleday & Co.
Cal,, whose 10-year-old
cope with, and it was no easy task. In the case of this particular nurse, she quit before we had
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a chance to get in a huddle with her, - » ” ” THE DOCTOR made light of this incident. “It's tough being a special-duty nurse on polio,” he said, "and 1 suspect she Just wanted an excuse to get
© away.”
Chuck's next nurse on that shift was—excuse the English —an old crow. Well done on both sides. Try as we would, we couldn't like her. She had a sharp eye and a tongue to go with it. An eagle beak and hornrimmed glasses topped off the effect.
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GETS THE BIRD—"Chuck's next nurse was an old crow. Well done on both sides.”
Norma brought her a box of choice candies, hoping it would softén- her up. It was a waste of money. 8he harreled through her work with gimlet-eyed ferocity; the sooner it was done, the better. Chuck had brightened up. one morning and regained some of the old alertness, He looked up at -me hopefully. “Could you bring Skipper down tonight and let him look at me through the window?" he asked. : : We didn't see why not. “That would be nice,” said Cal, our day nurse. So that night we
brought Skip along. He was Chuck's bosom buddy. = : ” "on ! " WE LEFT him standing outs side by .the window and went in, donning the usual white gowns and washing well, After a brief chat, we broke the good news. f "Skipper's here.” Chuck's eyes lit up and he turned his head toward the wine dow straining. "Please ask him to call in to me.” 1 opened the window and said, “Okay, 8kip. Want to say hello to Charles?” The nurse rushed up to me, all excited. “Don’t you dare let that child within 10 feet of the building!” n » “un 0 THE NURSE turned on him like a tiger. . 1 was astonished. Even the doctors had said polio was hardly communicable, even at close range. . - Chuck began to wilt: “But he can say hello to me, can't he?” At that moment it meant everything te him. The nurse turned on him and glared. “You seem to forget,” she fairly shouted, “that you have PO-LI-O!” Those words were like a slap in the face. Chuck lost control and sobbed. I could have choked that nurse cheerfully, but somehow we kept our tempers. And before we left, we huddled by the respirator and gave him a pep talk. “Don't worry, honey,” Nor said, “the worst is over an vou're getting well. Don't let anyone tell you differently.” “Yeah.” I muttered savagely, “and don't let this old crow get you down.” . . . HE BROKE into a grin, “Gosh,” he sald, “she does look like an old ¢érow, doesn't she?” After that we knew she’ couldn't discourage him. About a week later the nurse announced she was going away on a boat trip and was replaced with the kindest, jolliest, and plumpest nurse we'd ever seen, Chuck promptly nicknamed her “Schmoe.” and she stayed faithfully with him until the day he
left the hospital. (Copyright, 1881, ny Charles H. Andrews.)
NEXT: An Unforgettable Christmas.
The New Queen And Two Past Monarchs
Times Foreign Servies LONDON-—OQut of Britain's past, two famous Queens emerge as triumphant figures. It is natural that a comparison will be drawn between the new Queen of England and those two great monarchs—the original Queen Eliz-
abeth and Queen Victoria. There are many similarities hetween the three; they acceded: to the throne early in life; they were born of parents who originally had little hope of: eontributing to the royal line; they all lived a glorious love story. But there are also monumental differences. Chief, of course,
are the times the three gallant
“ladies lived in. Flizabeth and
Victoria gave so much to their ages that historians call them the “Elizabethan” and “Vie-
refrain from petting the people, which I notice 4 ian» periods. Elizabeth ruled
the dogs obey to the letter. There also are signs pointing to the Veterinary’'s kennel, for the henefit of vicarious dog persons who may have mislaid an arm while fraternizing with the chows or the dobermans. Mostly, though, the dogs are much too afraid of germs to bite the people. They have been told that dogs can contract hydrophobia that wa¥, or at least a disquieting virus.
One of -the odd things about dog persons is that they do not seem to care much for dogs, as dogs. Everyone who is owned by dogs ‘knows that a dog’s place is in the home, sleeping in the master’s hest chair, or curled up on the mistress’ best negligee. My dogs. for instance. have taken up reading—--at least thev get the hooks down and spread them on the floor all the time-—and could not-think of heing interrupted to swagger »ound in front of a lot of strangers.
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THIS IS probably because I do not hat them nyer the snoot or jerk them around on leashes with their eyes bugging out or slap them spraddlethem brusquely in a position of extreme cramp for the benefit of some rheumy nld judge who already has decided ‘that Mrs. Mangecure's Ch. Lordelpus of Running Fit, Long Island, had better win it this year. A big dog show is a very inferesting thing, if only because it points to the standard tolerance of man's hest friend. Although you are as the evening wears on, just w hat dogs see in peaple.
Wishing the ire
By Marguerite Smith
Q—Is it true that glubs meeting at Holliday Park this summer il have tn pay a fee for use of Holliday House? 'T heard this was to he the case and hope it is not true. We had dur meeting there last year and would like to have another this summer.: But. not if we have.to pay. Garden’ Club, : i A=It is definitely not true. There is no fee for the use of Holliday House or any part of Holliday. House. Walter Holt, the new superin-
Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column in The Sunday Times
tondany, says he hopes many clubs and Portion, >
larly the garden clubs will feel free to use Holli« day House for meetings and for committee meetings, as well as their flower shows. He adds, “we couldn't charge a fee even if we wanted to, for this is a publie park.”
Q—Do bagworms live in those! little bags on
the trees all winter? I found .some on. some of, . ofir small trees and the hags seem so full and fat I wondered if the worm lived over in it during the cold weather. Allisonville Rd. : A—T1t lives over in an- inactive stage. The ease with which you can see them on shrubs and trees when leaves are gone makes this a good time AS Pick them oF -and destroy them. SR
, died.
Victoria for 63. in ‘the
for 44 years, Elizabeth was Queen
16th and 17 Centuries, when the”
English monarch was ruler in fact as well as title. By the 19th Century, when Victoria became Queen, the power. of royalty was" virtually nonexistent. ” . ~ - THE PRESENT Queen is the only one of ‘the’ three to be married and -a mother before she acceded. Victoria married after her coronation and bore a future king. Elizabeth never married and was the last of
her line. : The reign of Elizabeth began
tempestuously. Her father was
the notorious Henry VIII. Her mother, not even Henry's wife, was Anne Boleyn, Scarcely anyone, would have believed that the illegitimate daughter born to Anne in 1533 would one day mount the throne of England.
she had an elder sister and an elder brother. Both became monarchs. But Edvard VI died when he was 16 and “Bloody Mary” had n 6 children. So Elizabeth took her place on the throne and in history ‘in 1558, when she was 26, one vear older than the new Queen. SE] s o ” ”
THERE WAS great rejoicing throughout England when Mary Religious nuestions had torn_the island. Mary had sent Elizabeth to. the Tower of London and the future Queen was. very nearly beheaded. Elizaheth was handsome, but no beauty. Court rumors said
there was a physical defect that. prevented her from having a -
child, but she had many suitors. Her romance with Robert Deverux, 2d Earl of Fss=ex, has
long been celebrated in story
and drama. : It was a love story ideal for
the stage because it had the
ingredients of passion and hate. Both Elizabeth and Essex were ~ headstrong, stubborn and will ful, .- each other physically, hut the court gossip was that they “didn’t really like each’ other, And there was the final; scene of their Jomance, a scene’
They were attracted to
EDITOR'S NOTE: This Is the first of ‘two dispatches that trace the historic link between England's new Queen Elizabeth and her reigning predecessors,
Vietoria and the first Elizabeth.
that haalways made the story a popular vehicle for great actresses, Essex was condemned to die for an ineffectual ‘rebellion.” Elizabeth sat alone in her chambers, with the power to pardon her erstwhile lover or let him be beheaded. Stubbornly she refused to move and Essex died, : Elizabeth's last years were desolate, Essex was the last of her favorites, dren and so the next in line for the throne was James, the son of her enemy, Mary, Scots. Elizabeth died in 1603, an old lady mourned by none but the English people, : 2 nn SHE CONTRIBUTED much to her country, even though her reign was marked by moral degeneration. It was duping her years on the throne that Eng: land's’ Navy, under the intrepid Hawkins, whipped the Spanish
Armada and that Britain really began to “rule the waves.” For
She had no chil-:
Queen of
NEW QUEEN—Elizabeth brings Britons hope of better times.
44 years, she was a symbol of a nation whose strength and destiny would stretch around the world.Her namesake, Princess Elizabeth, inherits. a country much different. The “golden days of the British empire have faded. Its strength is. challenged in many places. The monarchy still exists, hut it is no longer the end-all of ‘British rule. The two Elizabeths share
WORKS FOR CHRIST—
Girl Evangelist Wants to Get Poodle Cut
, Times Speelal Bervice HOUSTON, Tex., Feb. 14 .Renee Martz has two ambitions, one new and one old. The 11-year-old evangelist's long-standing wish is to win more people to Christ. Her néw ambition is to talk her-daddy into letting her get a poodle hair-cut. ; Renee is the daughter of a Baptist minister, Rev. Jack Martz, evangelist. When Renee was 4, she came to the conclusion that she should follow in his footsteps. ‘Since that momentous decision, she's circled the globe
twice, converted 40,000 persons and “packed houses’ everywhere she's gone, . But, i for the maturity that comes’ over her when she ‘speaks, she’ s still a normal child. She likes to climb trees and eat double-dip ‘hot fudgé sundaes. She makes. friends easily,
‘and can outfight the best of.
Mer, admirers toy she
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who turned traveling .
iy
looks like a brunette Shirley "Temple, sings like Judy Garland and preaches “like nobody's business.” But when she opens her mouth, she's no longer a ¢hild, She speaks easily on such
topics as politics (she's a MacArthur booster) and fashions (she favors charm bracelets and has “iillions” of charms) and entertainment (she's seen only one movie and never expects to see another), : She still likes dolls, however, and sometimes practices her sermons on one of her collec-
“tion of 100. When she was
younger, she considered becoming a waitress, beautician or salesgirl, Now that grown-up, she thinks she'll continue, with" her evangelism,
Although she says she's never ° ‘geen a man “as handsome as my
daddy.” . she admits : thinking young Arthur MacArthur is “cute.”
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LAST QUEEN—_ Victoria enjoyed little real power.
one thing. The first Elizabeth prided herself on being a “mere Englishwoman,” by which she
meant that she was virtually
pure English in blood. Her mother, Anne Boleyn, was an English commoner. The present Elizabeth is also a child of
an English commoner, and could ‘make the same boast. ” ” »
THROUGH the centuries, English monarchs have come
' better times,
FIRST QUEEN— Elizabeth ne a ruler in fact as well as ti e.
and 'gone, Ind its Queens have left the strongest impression on the country. A hew Queen now ‘mounts the ancient throns and. Britons, - although sade dened by the death of George
VI, hope that somehow the ade vent of a Queen’ may bring
NEXT: Victoria and another Elizabeth.
