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Inside Indianapolis

By Ed Sovola

MY HEART today is as big as any gloat away yesterday and it feels as if there might he a pretty

~ red ribbon around it.

The girls who invaded the privacy of a bachelor’s office opened his eyes in time. Before they arrived I had no Valentine and suffered for the delinquency. So much so that a cop had to be called to prevent mayhem, Valentine's Day was still young when I decided to do something to vindicate myself. Today I have 37 Valentine sweethearts at The Altenheim of Indianapolis, Old Folks Home, 2007 N. Capitol Ave. The thought to call Mrs. Bertha Runyan, matron of Altenheim, was a happy one. Would it be possible for a lonely 7 heart who has kept a spark of sentiment glowing to come laden with bright Valentines, flowers and a bit of candy? Mrs. Runyan said the latch would be open. * Bh rd YOU KNOW, the spirit soars highest when you're engaged in doing something for somebody. I hardly remembered what it was like to he excited on the hearts-and-flowers day. The fact that the average age of the ladies

. of Altenheim was 84 didn’t matter. Mrs. Runyan

also mentioned that the majority are well remembered. : I was willing to chance the effort. And if only one responded and had her memories, gathered along “the pathway of the years,” brightened for a single moment, all would be well. Small heart boxes were difficult to find at such a late date. It's an awful feeling to start out with definite plans and have them kicked apart. At Ayres, the lady in the candy department finally scraped together 18 of the kind needed. Then 19 small favor baskets, decorated with a cellophane heart and a golden arrow were purchased. The project was under way again. The chewy, red gumdrop hearts were purchased to fill the hearts and baskets. Every minute that passed, every step that was taken, increased the pleasure of doing. That's because the big moment, the time when my 37 Valentine Sweethearts would get their gifts, was nearer. <> * > +. BUYING 37 CARDS with a general yet sweet age was no easy task. Three different stores were rifted before I could visit a flower shop.

It Happe By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, Feb. 15_-Our dog, Cookie, has been very sad this weék because, as she puts it so well, “The Show was here’ and I didn’t have a custom-made thing to wear.’ hat The Social Register dogs, of “eourse, would hardly be seen out in some plain ready- -made old thing. “Dogs’ cocktail collars are custom- made now and dogs’ Rousecoats, too,” Cookie said when we got to talking about it. “And me, supposed to wear things right off the rack. I'm leading a . But Cookie, a Schnauzer, and an intellectual dog, is above puns, and didn’t finish the sentence. It's true, of course, that Hope Hampton's dog, and Mrs. Byron Foy’s dogs, and practically-any-body-that-is-anybody’s dogs do wear custommade things, and “originals.” My Beautiful Wife had me trip up to Saks’ 5th Ave., into the deg toggery, and look over these cocktail collars which can he had for $25— but Cookie still doesn’t have one. > % SOME of the collars are of velvet, with gold and pearl decorations and they come in a set— with a bracelet of the identical material for the dog’s mistress. They're for the dog to wear when Madam

| gives a cocktail party. Dogs must be properly dressed at cocktail parties, too, after all.

At first, of course, when I heard of the cocktail collars, I thought that the dogs were taking

to cocktail drinking.

What with dogs’ birth announcements being .--

sent out. now and dogs wearing dinner jackets, I wouldn't be astonished if they did get around to boozing. “What about the custom-made dogs’ house. coats?” I asked Mrs. Holly Dillon, who is, you might say, top dog in the dog toggery. “This one,” she said, producing a honey, “is

of my own design. It comes in cotton if the dog . is just to lounge around the house in it. Or. {lan-

nel, if the house is draughty.” °» ody” YOU KNOW about dogs’ raincoats, of course with chest protectors. There was an ermine tail-and-rhinestone velvet collar for poodles, only $10.95. Some omen, want mink coats for their dogs »

Americana

By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, Feb. 15—We will be somewhat vitally interested to see, now, just how many appeals Mr, Serge Rubinstein, the draft-dodging

. financial genius, will be able to sandwich between

, and he is wonderful at staving

~ nf his age, instead of just an

. prison,

‘the present and the date of his eventual deporta-

tion. Mr. Rubinstein is a citizen of nowhere in particular, since nobody loves him very dearly,

off the inevitable, Some say that his industry and genius, if ‘hanneled for the pure, would . make him prince of finance and the leading philanthropist

international synonym . for a wicked, wicked word. - While evading the draft, a heinous. sin for which he eventually: went fo r. Rubinstein’s ingenuity was such that he wangled a baker's dozen appeals before they finally caught him out and shipped him away. Some of his power on high was said to come from a cozy association with the White House, where he used to go to tea. This was before Harry's sway, I hasten to add, because Truman has trouble enough without Rubinstein around his neck.

> <« o MR. RUBINSTEIN was eligible for the fond and final good-bye as soon as he was sprung from the jail-house in 1949, but three years have passed and he still encumbers our shores. One of the reasons he remains here is a trial

they had waiting for him on a charge of rigging

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‘voyage,-and he has 15 days to appeal it.

the stock market—or alleged violations of the

' Securities and Exchange Act, to put it more prettily. He beat this one, after suitable delays.

But now the government has ordered his bon Appeal it he will, most certainly, and again and _again and again. This is because. he loves it here, and I suspect he would be unwelcome in his native Russia. He would be unwelcome in Canada, through which he passed, en route from the Orient, and T doubt that Euro eeds him. Mr. Rope. seeds. is a kind of Chinese Portuguese, or something, due to some ‘passport hocus-pocus years ago in Macao. We are fairly unclear about how he became a proxy citizen of Portugal, though some say he did it by declaring himself illegitimate and adopting some Portuguese parents.

I. began meaning to write Senhor Salazar

this, d about but it keeps slipping my mind. An awhile back I heard tell he wasn’t a Portuguese citizen any more, even by way of the 8éu

- China coast.

Mr. Rubinstein has always seemed to “have lots of money, because he is seen with the prettypretties at the pcsh parties and he is mostly smiling, so I guess he. is happy here since paying - his debt for contrived cow portunity in &merica for all, as pol tax collector - said to the other, and a includes, Mr. Rubinstein.

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Aged Find Joy In Valentine's Day

Clerks. when they were told about the project. couldn't do enough for. me, >» A boughet made up of heather, daffodils, pussy willows, carnations, snap dragons, gladioli, tulips, roses, anemones, freesias, iris, daisies, was placed in my hands by a lady in a shop, who, I know, was more generous than she should have been, “I hope so much the ladies in the home like them,” she said. In Mrs. Runyan's office the cards were signed.

~ Several unmarried ladies were, on the list, There

was a husband and wifé. Most of the ladies were widows. You wonder what thoughts a spinster has when the shadows become long. Would life be better if we had two chances? Mrs. Runyan placed the candy and cards heside the plates of those who ate in the dining room. Nurse Mrs. Leona Allison took care of those who couldn't leave their rooms, i

FROM THE doorway of the dining room. I watched the ladies touch and examine the hearts and baskets. They fingered their cards. Several

“smiled and the smiles. were returned.

Mrs. Runyan showed the flowers and explained the mystery. of the small Valentine gesture. That's when a wave of self-conscioushess swept over my frame. One glance of appreciation would have sufficed. Words aren't necessary for you to know. or think you know, what is going on‘in a gentle lady's mind. How carefully, tenderly "the candy was touched. How intently the simple message on the card was read. And then, one by one, a face is turned toward you. Another's words come to mind. R. Armistead Grady's words “To A Sweet Old Lady: To find a Valentine for you, ~ Sweet lady of eighty and two, I would not search in busy mart, But in a garden I would start; A sweet old fashioned garden, such As once knew magic of your touch. A bit of baby's breath I'd take, This Valentine for you to make, A lily of the. valley, .too, With jeweled crown of sparkling dew. A lovely rose would play the part Of mirror for your gentle heart. For ‘message’ would write no word, But ask a happy mother bird To sing for you of life and love. I'd ark her mate to soar above The heavy clouds and find, someplace, A -pink-lined fluffy cloud for lace.” Best Valentine's Day of my life.

Get Y o ur Pooch A Cocktail Collar

to match their own mink coats, but Mrs. Dillon thinks this is a little too doggy. Furthermore, the dogs’ tuxedoes—of black satin, lined with white satin, with buttons all down the back—were all sold out. They Naturally went fast at only 25 bucks. Poor Cookie, She's a. west-side-of- town dog who'll never attain that luxury; so she was snoozing at home under the stove when the Park Ave. dogs were doing their fashion parade at the A, “dog's life” indeed. * & @ THE MIDNIGHT EARL . . . Unpredictable * Shelley™Winters was suspended by Universal Pictures Monday for overstay- " ing—by two weeks—her® Rome visit with her new sweetheart, Vittorio Gassmann. The suspension resulted when an urgent. come-on-home cable to her was returned marked “Address fot known.” Sharman Douglas canceled a television appearance here be-

cause she’s in Hyyrning for King George VI. $1 mil- - lion settlement for arianne

O'Brien Reynolds, the former Hollywood starlet who's being divorced by tobacco heir, Dick Reynolds, has been mentioned in lawyers’ talks, Arturo Toscanini, who'll be 85 next month, is in excellent condition, recording every Monday for RCA, and planing mere TV appearances. (His dtr. Countess Castlebarco just arrived from Italy),

Marianne

* BB . . TODAY'S BEST LAUGH! “I was enjoying a nice long TV commercial,” says Lynn Gilmore, “when I was rudely interrupted by the show.” *. 5 & WISH I'D SAID THAT: “Most wolves lean toward hlondes—but the blondes push them back.” —Sammy Kaye, ho hb FLORIDA TYPE JOKE from Hal Fimberg: “California had a blessed event the other day— a little sun.” That's Earl, brother.

Mr. Rubinstein Is Hard to Lose

thought when he sent a messenger to request that we sit down and talk things oyer. Since there are so few things we have in common, such as draft evasion, jail or even money, I declined the parley and sent back a fervent promise that I would never, never ‘persecute the poor fellow any more. Which is exactly what I am doing in this piece —not persecuting Mr. Rubenstein. We have called him mister all the way, and have been most charitable in the discussion of his past. It is a free country, and a man may speculate idly on

a typewriter about how long it will" take to send

a non-citizen of Mr. Rubinstein’s qualifications away from our country 'tis of “thee.

A ON THE RECORD, I would say forever. Mr

Rubinstein has a powerful persuasive way ahout

him, and T am told he is utterly charming to all

. he meets—except, of course, occasionally in busi-

ness, and business is business everywhere. Mr. Rubinstein is an ornament to our society, and there is no real reason even to send him back to, say, Japan, where he is remembered with something approaching tenderness for past oper. ations... I believe France also recalls him with an almost motherly affection, too, but Mr. Rubinstein has traveled so much in his time, If he leaves us at all, after due consideration and ample appeals, it will be most interesting to see where he heads. My guess is straight up, since there is no record of any Rubinstein deals conducted recently in the stratosphere.

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith :

~ Q—We have a plant called Devil's Tongue. It ‘has bloomed every year we have had it, three years, in January. The blossom is shaped like a calla lily, purplish color, and has a long tongue

in the center and smells pretty bad! Can you tell me what the right name is and anything about it? Heywood Jordan, 1332 W, 26th St,

A—Your plant has every symptom of being the Sacred Lily of India, also called snake palm, or, as you suggest, Devil's Tongue. These are:

tropical plants whose Latin name even the ‘bot-. ,

anists have had difficulty in agreeing on. If it has bloomed every year for you far be it front

* "Read Marguerite Smith's Garden. Column in The Sunday Times

me to suggest that you change your treatment of it. Best care is supposed to be a moist shady spot in the ground during summer, removal to a frost free spot indoors for its early winter rest - period. "It blossoms whenever it gets ready--usually January or February. You might like to know that you can get rid of the odor by cutting off the tongue in the center of the flower. Its odor of decaying flesh is naturé's gift to it to attract carrion-loving jungle inseets so it will be sure of pelinaijon. = Te

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The Indianapolis

NO TIME FOR TEARS .

A Child...Home...And C

By CHARLES H. ANDREWS IT WAS two weeks until ‘Christmas 1 drove in past the main building and stopved in front of Chuck's

window. Reflection of the hot sun sn the pavement outside threw a bright light into the room, and we saw instantly’ that the respirator wasn't there.

I was alarmed. “Gosh, {t looks like Chuck's been moved to an-

other room. There's someone else in there, on a bed.” “It's our boy." 8he almost

screamed fit. We were out of the car and at the windows in two seconds. Sure enough, there was Chuck, propped up on pillows, in a bed. ‘Breathing on his own again. Cal, the. day nurse, saw us standing outside and nudged Chuck. He looked up at us, and the smile on his face told us volumes, The metal trachea tube in his throat was neatly corked up, and the cork stuck out like an absurd large wart. Ld » ~ “THAT BOY is certainly doing beautifully,” Cal said. “We're all so thrilled to see him sitting up in bed. He's been out of the respirator =ix hours now.” . Norma went on ahead to , kreet: our boy, and I paused in the quiet hallway. No one was around, ‘so I leaned against the wall and shut my eyes, to concentrate better on the Man upstairs. “Well, You've done It. You gave us the faith and I know that both those fellows are coming home. There's just one thing. Could You bring him home for Christmas?” December 24. It was now or never. ~ rr - I LOOKED up the doctor and proffered a damp palm. “Nice day.” He grinned owlishly. “Whao're you trying to kid? I know why you're here. All right. You win. Only this is how it's got to be.” I listened gleefully as he gave me careful instructions. We could pick him up at 7 a. m. after he'd been taken out of the respirator and had breakfast. Absolutely no visitors at the house. No excitement. The rest of the children had to remain quiet. And back to the hospital at 6 p. m. That Christmas Day is unIt was supposed

THE WOMEN WHO WEAR THE CROWN .

People Give Their

Times Foreign Service

LONDON, Feb. 15—¥ic-

toria was probably the best.

loved monarch Great Britain ever had, and she ruled for the longest time. Elizabeth, the new Queen, ascends to the throne already assured of a

warm place in the hearts of her ‘subjects. Whether she will ever match Victoria as a revered Queen is a matter of history todecide. © * But Britons see in her the

same qualities for winning af- ' §

fection that Victoria had. She has respect for her people. She is a quiet, family-loving woman, a person of great dignity and honor. She is,_like Victoria, a woman who could be called “queenly” even if she weren't areal Queen. : Victoria's father, like Elizabeth’s, was a younger son. There seemed little likelihood that Edward, Duke of Kent, the fourth son of George III, would ever, sire a queen. But the only’ child of George's eldest son died, and the next two sons had 10 children, so Victoria became next in line. ¢ She was carefully trained as 2 future ‘queen. She never slept away from her mother, and she was forbidden to talk to grownups alone. These rigid measures made her an unchildlike child, and gave her a dignity that was consistent with her position, But it didn’t make her a happy girl. = " » IN 1887, when Victoria was 18, she became Queen. The chamberlain awoke her in the early morning and calmly spoke the words she knew she

would ' one day hear: “Your Majesty.” She was Queen Victoria.

Thus began a reign that was as different from the original Elizabeth's as it is from the reign that the new Queen will ‘have. ‘Whereas EHzabethan

England was a period of loose

carousing, Victorian England was strait-laced and severe. But both eras were golden days for England. Under Victoria—and her brilliant prime ministers, Palmerston, Gladstone, Disraeli—England’'s expansion reached its peak. The nation became an empire, with the addition of India, and Viec-, toria became an empress. The new Queen will not have that title on her string. - s ”

NEXT TO her country, Vic-

toria’s abiding love was her °

tamil JamilY: Her consort, Albert, and {ldren—she had nine, in-

ine the future King Edward . VII—made up ‘a closely-knit happy circle.

The marriage of Victoria and Albert was an, arranged union. Albert had been carefully coached for the job of a future

SORE, The hisppiviess 4 of the terpre the history of the. rung. een explored and sands Su or

polio 18 months age.

. No. 5—

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"PLEASE KEEP-ME HOME"

EDITOR'S NOTE: Charles H. Andrews is a writer in Ojai, Cal, whose 10-year-old son Chuck was stricken with The doctors gave him one chance. in a thousand to survive but he did. Here, Mr. poignant story of his “experiences during the child's illness. This is the fifth of a series of articles from his book, NO TIME FOR TEARS, just published by Doubleday & Co.

to be a quict day of rest for Chuck, but we were all wound up tighter clock. Norma and I divided our attention as equally as possible among all four youngsters. “We might as well start ‘right now.” she said firmly, “and let him know he's no different from any of the others.” 8till, His return to the family circle had such an impact on us all that we unconsciously leaned toward him all day. He sat cross-legged on the rug with piles of books, toys, and empty

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boxes surrounding him. He watched in rapturous delight as the streanfliner snaked around the curves, world like a real one. ” ” » THE PHONE and doorbell

« rang all day, as’friends wanted Andrews tells the

to know if we hal made it. It

was great to be able to say,

“Yes, he’s home. Ijs a wonder-

ful day Tor us all. The hours sped past, and the clock pointed toward late afternoon, It would all be over soon. We broached the subject as gently as possible.

“Pretty soon it'll be time to start back.’ He reached over impul--sively and put the right arm around my neck, tight. “Dad,” and his voice was desperate -and frightening, “don’t Jet me go back to the hospital. Please keep me home with you. I'll be all right, honest. I'll rest lots, and I'll eat everything Mother fixes.” His small face was thrust right up in front of mine, trembling with intensity. !

. No. 2—

NEW CROWN—As Princess and heir to Enlenrs Yrere Elizabeth wore a coronet for this picture during her visit to Washington last fall. Now she'll wear a crown as England s first ruline queen since the reign of Victoria.

marriage came after it was a faot, and blossomed with the vears. Albert's death, when Vietoria was 42, was a heavy blow. It is here that the present

INDIANS—

Ancient Ruins Cost City $14,000 a Year g

By HOWARD DeWALD Times Special] Writer

PHOENIX, Ariz., Feb. 15 —An item of “$14,119 for a prehistoric ruins” in the

annual city of Phoenix

budget caused a new taxpayer to raise an eyebrow,

“What new kind of political.

fixing is this?" he wanted to know, He later wag proper.

found everything No one had both-

_ered to tell him Phoenix is the

only city in the country that maintains what archaeologists term a prehistoric monument and it needed $14,119 to operate the next fiscal year, Called - Pueblo Grande, the monument is the ruins of a village and community granary used by Indians about 700 A.D. when corn and other domesticated . plants were introduced into what is now the Southwest. » There are numerpus other prehistoric monuments throughout the country, but they are

Queen differs most from Vic: toria. Her marriage was a love match. Philip and Elizabeth met when she was 13 and he 17. The Royal family was visiting

and its lost civilization, Phoenix employs the only man to hold a civil service rating as a city archeologist. He is Odd, S. Halseth, a sage, 59-year-old Norwegian immigrant who believes, the world should look to tHe past to prepare far the future. Phoenix taxpayers would almost sooner have the tax rate boosted than shut off operation of Pueblo Grande. Although there are no financial returns WOM the ruins, the Chamber of Commerce figures that in tourist dollars they are worth from $50, to $75,000 yearly. Equal-

‘ly intangible are the values re-

ceived in the form of services to schools, clubs and interested _ citizens. Halseth is keeper of the. memorials and relics, of the Hohokam, a Pima Indian word meaning “dead” or “disappeared” and applied in archaeology to designate the prehistoric Indians who lived in the valleys of the Gila and Salt rivers for

more. than 1000 years. They

abandoned the area in central Arizona about 1400 A.D.

_ all under the care of the La The Hohokam:' left other m

“eral government. To preserve, develop and -in-

ounds and ruins in the PRoenix vicinity, all of which have

looking for all the

site of a new addition Tai

‘imes

Oh, God. How can I do this to him? What can I say?

“Chuck,” I finally managed

to say, ‘Just one more night in the hospital. Please. Let me talk to the doctors and get

their permission.

He knelt down by the gleaming electric train. He touched it, looked -up at the tree and around the room, drinking it all in. Then he stood up. “OK, I'm ready to go now,” he said. We walked the last mile to the car. . » ” ~ ANOTHER ° sleepless night, We got up in the morning, drugged with exhaustion and strain. Pu the hospital and got C on the phone, Chuck was all right, she said. But he had cried most of the night and wouldn't eat breakfast. “That does it,” 1 said. going to call Dr. Bower.” He was the specialist in Los Angeles miles away, who had been called in as a consultant in the early days of Chuck's illness. :

“I'm

EDITOR'S NOTE: This is the second of two dispatches that trace the historic link between England's new Queen Elizabeth and her reigning predecessors, Victoria and the first Elizabeth.

the Royal Naval College, and Philip, as “Captain's Doggie,” had to entertain the two princesses while the King was inspecting.

oN. IT'S DIFFICULT to say that

old girl, but if it wasn’t love at least it was close friendship and admiration, Love came later and open-minded George VI Jet Elizabeth choose her own husband. Her choice was Philip. . Elizabeth's ‘training for her future role was just as intense, although not as firm, as Vietoria’s. Hér grandmother, the Dowager Queen Mary, was a kindly teacher in the ways of queenship. Once Mary introduced her to an old friend, who greeted her, “How do you do, Lady Elizabeth." The child princess stiffened and - said, “It's Princess, not Lady.” Her grandmother spoke up quickly, “Yes, it's only princess now, hut we are hoping when she grows up she will be a lady.”

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. : His small face was thrust right up in frent of mine, trembling with intensity. Oh, God. What can | say?

The long-distance operator fi« nally located him. I told him the boy had climbed back into the respirator the night before under his own steam. “Great Scott,” he yelled, “what are they keeping him for?” “Don't know. But the doce tor here won't sign his release. Says he ‘doesn’t want to take the responsibility in case something ‘goes wrong." I thought Dr. Bower was going to split a gasket. “Godam it, he's your boy, Isn't he?” ‘Why, yes ..." “Then go get him and sign

. the release yourself.”

An hour later I had him home, baggage and all—and his hospital bed and respirator were out in the hospital court yard, sterlizing in the hot sun. He never had a bad moment from then on, and he slept like a baby in his own. bed once more. We'd creep in and check him every hour or so, and his breathing was perfeet. .

Cons ht. 1051, by Charles H. Andrews) EXT: Back to Normal—in Stages. ht

Love To Elizabeth

Elizabeth, the princess did grow into a lady worthy ef the name. Her graciousness on her tour of Canada last October won her the respect of all who met her.

Shortly after becoming Queen, Victoria wrote: “I have so many communications from the minisfers, and from me to them, and I get so many papers to sign every day that I always have a very t deal to do. I delight in t work." » - ~ THE NEW QUEEN was equally zealous.as she trained for the day that arrived with’ her father’s death. When she was 18, she made her debut in the ceremonial role which is the biggest part of the royal family’s work. She reviewed the guard at Windsor Castle. Afterwards, she went to her father and asked anxiously, “How did I do, Daddy?” The King tapped a cigaret against his case and smiled at his eager daughter. “Very well, my girl,” he said. 4 And. throughout Great Britain and the dominions across the- seas, the prayer and the expectation are that Elizabeth will continue to do very well. With the model of Vie~ toria shining from the history books she studied so carefully, Britain believes that she will,