Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 March 1952 — Page 25

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Inside Indianapolis By Ed Sovola

“I'LL BET my Betta splendens can whip your Betta splendens.” It took two hours to make the challenge and now that it has been made, may the best Betta splendens. win. «It ‘better be mine. ; Ir Ys all sounds confusing, consider my case. I wandered into a monthly meeting of the Aquarium Hob- SNL XK by Club of Indianapolis and \ Eo came out blowing bubbles, * . mumbling this incantation, “Fight that ich,” and using words such as scalares, sichlids, ambulia. , The fish club has a total membership of 45 men and women and they're absolutely nuts about tropical fish. Bass ‘they dop’t like. Blue gill the size of Jack Dempsey’'s hand makes. them turn away in disgust. oe oo oo GEORGE LEWIS, president of the fish fanriers, tells a fantastic tale about the members. He says nothing interferes with attendance. If a meeting happens to fall on a “good television night,” he doesn’t worry. A good television night isn’t as good as a meeting of ichthyological minds. I felt sort of foolish coming to the meeting empty-handed. That immediately makes you out as a foreigner. A bona fide member of the Aguarium Club comes to a meeting with a glass bowl, jar, pony, casserole dish full of water and strange objects. George Lewis, as he was getting out of his car, kicked the canning jar with a blue Betta out on the driveway, and dilated every vein in his body to twice its usual size before he got the poor thing back in water. <> o> oo BEFORE a meeting is called to order, much Somebody is getting a new tank, somebody is cleaning his tank, somebody has a new theory on keeping the “ich” out of his tank. “Any of you folks ever get tanked at these meetings?” 1 asked, fondling a can of sardines I brought to the meeting, hoping someone would have a spare key on: them. Oh, my achin’ marinated herring. “We have no facilities for swimming on the premises,” answered a gentleman preparing a formula of Infusoria for some baby Bettas. Certainly you know that two small cupfuls of Infusoria should be fed baby Bettas from the time the young are free swimming.

It Happe By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, Mar. 14—Daddy did his duty and took Sluggie to see the toys. “It'll be a nice rest for you from the typewriter,” said Mommy, who wanted to get rid of Daddy for a while, before she went crazy. “I'll be glad to get away from this blasted machine for a couple of hours,” replied Daddy. So off went Daddy and Sluggie in the big taxi-

.cab to the Hotel New Yorker where they met

Herb Polesie and his boys, Bob and Terry. : “Room 704,” Daddy said. i IT TURNED out that Daddy, with his talent for confusion, had got it wrong. It was room 740. He had the right hotel, anyway. Pretty soon we were ogling toys for Christmas, 1952. This was the Toy Fair's big preview. “Do I get one?” yelléd Sluggie at John Tigrett, the zoomerang man, before they'd even been introduced. You see, the’ zoomerang, zoomerays and zoomerbows are “space guns’—for young fellahs a little too sophisticated for cowboy pistols. “Bang, bang, bang,” bawled Sluggie at Bob and Terry.

oe oo < THE ZOOMERANG principle is spiraled paper. Pull the trigger, point the gun sharply—and the curled paper leaps out, like a ray. “you scared?” the battlers asked each other. They went on firing over our shoulders, between our legs, through our arms. Daddy finally gave up trying to interview Mr. Tigrett, who has sold millions of zoomerang toys, and has a new one—the Jet Zoom. “And here’s something else,” Mr. Tigrett said. He gave us something called “The Toy,” that you can make tents and soft drink stands out of. “We'd better go,” Daddy said nervously.

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IT WAS a hazardous ride home in the taxi with Sluggie firing the zoomeray and zoomerbow at Daddy at close range, and the cab driver looking around menacingly. Finally we were home in Sluggie’s playroom and Daddy was allowed to get down on the floor in his good pants and put the tent together. Sluggle said he would sleep in the tent in his room that night.

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, Mar. 14—It must be of some interest to the Concepcion Gonzales post of the Sons of the Revolution that the Cubans have just pulled another small but effective insurgency down there, and that every little thing went off without a hitch. This easy overthrow of the government could not have possibly occurred if the sons had been around to hélp the boys revolute. All too few serious students of history know about the Concepcion Gonzales post, which was composed of some 15 American newspapermen loose in Venezuela a half-dozen years ago. We put down the uprising without a casualty; as I recall | it, to the utter confusion of “= both sides. i I disremember<just what all us Hoodie were doing down there in the first place, except somebody asked us to go, but I do remember that the big golpe, or coup d'etat, was scheduled for one afternoon in Maracay during some ceremonies at the military academy. The insurgents were to shoot down the high functionaries and take over from there, while similar actions took place in the big town of Caracas.

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L, the, opposition was there at the cereol Sd so were the other boys, and so, as a matter of fact, were all of the ve iting Yanqui firemen. When the time came id strike the big blow, the 15 Americanos Jere oo hoplessly intermingled with the rights an he lefts that half the news services and pagan % in the U. 8. would have been shorthande a

the machine guns begun to spray. This loused up the so action was postponec tion at night, Wisieh invo rel, considerable alcoholic gaie tion of locusts showed up for this one,

to mingle some more. BE Ne disaster to the revolution.

mbers of our cultural group began I cs on both sides of the police) fence such things as the jitterbug, two aa 4 feats of drinking, and patriotic American g such as «When Irish Eyes Are Smiling.”

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AS THE NIGHT a red-haired Amercu TUAT WAS TI came home to his hotel in a usly dr EY its mind on more serious things. That was the night before the morning when some aviators who were supposed to be bombing Caracas were sleeping off a bulging head, thereby lousing up the schedule again. That was the morning when. your correspondent arose, somewhat rumpled from rest, and walked to the balcony for a breath of air, I stuck my head out and as I did, a strafing plane hemstitched a neat row of holes on the hotel roof,

ned Last Night

battle plan considerably,

About Fighting Fis

John Berry, vice president, didn't havé much to say that was official. Mrs. Beatrice Seal, re-cording-secretary, wrote in ‘a big book between peeks at her angel fish. Mrs. Dana Freihage, treasurer, collected dues and threw odd pennies into her jar for luck. I recognized thé species she collected. * S. @

THERE WAS much talk about the fighting fish. My ears flipped their plugs. What is this? Fighting fish? Here, here, gentlemen and ladies. (I was making all this up in my mind.) We on't care when two grown men crawl into a ring and smash each other in.the face. I was

. getting warm.

We don’t mind the accidents on the Kighways, the broken bones on foqtball fields and the incredible waste of manpower in armed conflict, We do mind sending two helpless, ignorant (1 know they're ignorant because they don't know what to. say when asked, “What'll you have?”), little Bettas swinging brass fins at one another. The ol’ bean spun by the time George Lewis informed everyone it was time to take all the little fishes home to aquarium. That's when I nailed him about: this fighting fish business. He put an arm around my shoulder and tickled my chin with a fin. “* rr ob HE CLAIMS, and he backed his claim up with a report by the late Dr. Hugh M. Smith, formerly fisheries advisor to the Kingdom of Siam, that fighting is not cruel or brutal, In fact, George said it is ‘a form of recreation. Fighting Bettas display a remarkable amount of sportsmanship. During a fight, one of the maneuvers is a locked-jaw attack. This interferes with respiration, It's more or less a test of being able to stay under water, When a fish decides he’s had enough of nothing and would like to try oxygen, he signals he's going to the surface.

“I have never known one fish to assail an-

other-at such a time—it is literally a breathing spell provided for in the fighting fish's code of ethics.” This isn't George Lewis talking. The late Dr. Hugh M. Smith wrote that. oo oo DX) “HEY, maybe I'll get a Betta splendens and train it and come to the next meeting and have a good bout. We could charge admission,” I cried, thinking of million-dollar gates. “Bring him on,” said George, “you'll have the ich in no time.” I will?

Daddy Loses Poise Over Modern Toys

Then Daddy groaned and went back into his

office to work. Gee, I am glad to be away from those toys and back at this nice pleasant typewriter, working, tought, Daddy. oo ho THE MIDNIGHT EARL . . . Some of Joe DiMaggio’s friends want him to open a New York restaurant (in the Jack Dempsey manner) . . . Lana Turner and Bob Topping are at such a stalemate in their settlement { negotiations — they may go back together . . . Bea Lillie goes into the Palace May 10. . . « A local gal is divorcing so she can marry Russell Nype. Monica Lind, ex-polio victim, is now a ballet dancer at the Old Romanian. Arturo Toscanini asked that there be no big ‘party on his : 85th birthday, Mar. 25. “Wait,” % he advised, “till I'm 100.” . . . Clark Gable’s new interest, Natalie Thompson, is going to California, where he is. But what about Kay Williams? We - o> " TODAY'S BEST LAUGH— “When I talked: to the Internal

Miss Lind Revenue Dept.” said Lloyd Nolan, “I really-let ’em have it—every cent I got.” oD

WISH I'D SAID THAT—" The fig leaves that the Paris show girls wear come from a very small tree”’—Cindy Adams. _ EARLS PEARLS: A polite little boy nowadays, says Dorothy Sarnoff, is one who points out an empty seat to an old lady—and races her for it.

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FRANK FAY will get $12,000 to do two Milton Berle substitutions—pretty close to a record. Comedian B. 8. Pully’s teaching his little son about the birds; for example, that there’s one kind of pigeon that talks: A stool pigeon , + « That's Earl, brother.

Here's One War That Wasn’t Hell

just over my window. My roommate, a slothful soul, snored on. “Get up, Buster,” said I. “We are being foully attacked. There is a war on.” Mr. James Thrasher, an editorial writer, rolled over and buried his head. From the pillow came a muffled sentence that will go down as companion to all great utterances ‘When men speak of battle. “Tell the war to go away,” said Mr. Thrasher. “Tell it to come back in two hours.” o> oe oo THE WAR waited the two hours for Mr. Thrasher to arise, and when he had drunk his coffee, he condescended to enter an airplane our embassy had thoughtfully sent to evacuate us. He was the last man aboard. Back in the states our offices had heard there was a war on, and kept sending bitter messages for us to cover it. We looked hard, but found no battles. When somebody asked about casualties, we invented a lady named Concepcion Gonzales, 18, daughter of the local barber, who had been shot in the foot. It seemed a good name for a girl who was shot in the foot, if she had been shot in the foot, and if there was such a girl. After Concepcion we named our Legion post, and we still toast her memory. I remember a lot more about this revolution, which kept us busy for a week, but editors are so sensitive these days I will leave you with the thought that not all wars are hell, if you go at them in the right way.

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q—What is pachystima canbyi that I sée mentioned in garden books? Is it suited to our locality? G. M,, E. 17th St. A—A local nurseryman tells me that this is such an excellent plant for our local climate and soil that he is trying as fast as possible to get a sizable stock of it propagated. It has proved definitely hardy. At the moment it is too expen-

Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column in The Sunday Times

sive (stock is scarce) to be sold as a ground cover —one Of its best uses.. Its low growth makes it a good landscape plant to tie taller plants to the ground. It is a broad-léaved evergreen. But it suggests the yew. Q—Is the Indianapolis Rose Society worth while for an amateur rose grower? Is it a nonprofit organization? We are interested chiefly in roses, not other flowers. Reader. A—Yes, definitely. Some of the programs are on the professional level but .aimed at helping the amateur grower. Yes, it is a non-profit organization. Dues take care of organizational expense but you get plenty of return for money spent. Meetings are always open to visitors, Why not try a couple—they will help you decide. ,

. There's Nothing Fishy

Shimon's aleged wire tapping.

ICE-O- RAMA HIGHLIGHTS —

FRIDAY, MARCH 14, 1952

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Color, Grace On Flashing Skates

WHEE, IN GAY PAREE—Looking lke Maurice Chevalier in many mirrors, hors oo ad siraw hat and cane to give a y shiting impression of Paris at night,

It was at The Times Ice-O-Rama last night.

WHIP IT—Always a ropa number is the Solamares with skaters zipping around like a buzz saw.

BEFORE CURTAIN—There's pm a mad rush, checking costumes and putting lost touches

on make-up before the band strikes up and the show opens.

‘MYSTERY MAN’ GRUNEWALD .

Henry Suddenly Develops Pains

By EDWARD F. RYAN Times Special Writer

A SHORT circuit jolted Henry W. (The Wirepuller) Grunewald into an unwilling public appearance -hefore. a Senate investigating committee in 1950. Affairs were running smooth-

the fifth

ly for Grunewald in the wa . : TUR ys, spring. He picked up $3500 ihe betting on Rep. George ‘A. tap Hughes’ wires. Smathers to beat ‘Sen. Claude Was an old friend of Pepper in the Florida Demo- He let the officer

cratic primary in May. free in the In June he was guest at a

get - acquainted-with-Grunewald

party at the Capitol. Invita- Grunewald was an old friend tions were sent out from the of Sen. Brewster. office of the Senate Sergeant Grand Jury began to work, the at Arms, who later said he wire-tap scandal knew nothing about such a the Capitol. Sen. party. chairman of a special investiBefore the year ended his gating subcommittee, political sympathies showed a focused his sights on Brewster.’ 2-1 split.” He gave $500 to the Also recalled Democratic. National Commit- charge that Brewster

tee, then tossed $1000 into the

EDITOR'S NOTE: installment series about the strange life of Henry Grunewald, tery man” of the federal tax fraud investigation.

Grunewald suite at the Washington Hotel Jor about seven weeks in 1945.

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campaign of Joseph E. Talbot, * Hughes Trans World Airlines Connecticut Republican. who with Pan American Airways, made an unsuccessful attempt with an offer to call off . the to unseat Sen. Brien Mc Mahon Senate probe if he would do so.

(D. Conn.). Grunewald’s troubles vegan shaping up when the FBI quizzed him about a question of wire tapping. n

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jrewster denied such an offer

WHILE the Pepper committee’s curiosity about Grunewald got hotter and hotter, his trail got colder and colder, It turned out that some time chat “with, the FBI,

trip. to then re-

On July 31 he went to see his

to Sen. Owen D. Brewster (R. Spring Lake, Me.) in 1947. Lt. Joseph W. turned to Washington. Shimon, of the Washington

police department was alleged doctor. to have done the wire tapping Fest. for Grunewald. As a result of the charge, Shimon was removed in 1949 from his post as chief investigator for the U, 8. Attorney and sent back to precinct duty. Grunewald - became _involved when police private John McHale tipped off officials to

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The doctor advised a Grunewald wént out of town to a rented room 50 miles away in The Plains, accompanied by. of Takoma Park, the old friend who was chauffeur, handyman, and semi-secretary

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The day he saw his doctor was also the day the Grand : Jury issued a subpena for him,

~by admitting he had

a fact Grunewald said he did not learn for weeks. On Aug. 11, the Grand Jury hit a statute of limitations deadline_on the alleged 1947 wiretapping and let it pass without indictments.

u n 5 GRUNEWALD came back to Washington from The Plains four or five ‘times. He ‘called his secretary to pay some bills, but she never mentioned he was wanted. Did he think she was" an efficient secretary, Grunewald was asked. “I should think she is,” he said. With “indictment day gone, Pepper's committee made new efforts to prove Shimon tapped

Hughes’ phones for Brewster and relayed the information through Grunewald.: Shimon

and Brewster insisted the wire tapping was done to establish the motive of a man who was shadowing. Brewster, The “shadow” was found and denied shadowing the Senator. In early September, Pepper and Brewster both went off to attend a meeting of the Interparliamentary Union in Ireland.

Pepper's subpena for Grunewald still was eutstanding. Finally on Sept. 6, the FBI

found Grunewald at The Plains. He called on the Grand Jury Sept. 8. On Sept. 11 and 12, he appeared before the Senate committee, ” ” n HE astounded the Senators never heard of their investigation, because of his strict obedience to his doctor's orders to’ do nothing, not even to read the newspapers. He explained he was the victim of diverticulitis, an ailment of the lower intestines. “Do you know what kind of disease it is?” asked Sen. Matthew M. Neely (D. W, Va.)). “Oh, yes, I do that,” replied Grunewald. “Your lower intestines. It is like an appendix

WHERE'S MY NAME?—Barbara Colby, 3518 Winthrop Ave.,

BEAUTY AT NIGHT—Girls of the chorus make a striking lvouet in_ one of their numbers at the Coliseum.

checks program while waiting for her cue to skate.

— it's bags and 'I-have 25 of them. If one inflames they might have cause for them all to inflame.” The problem of just when Grunewald's doctor advised him not to read the newspapers became the next point of bafflement. When Neely tried to .pin Grunewald down, the latter told him, “Oh, well, ‘you are confining yourself to one subject and I am talking about 20 subjects here.” ” ” ” HE WENT on to explain the doctor gave him 20 paragraphs of things not to do—'"a doctor

will tell you not to read the newspapers. He will tell you you musn't do this, you must

do that, you must get the white of eggs beat up, you must get barley broth, you must eat no roughage and you must not exercise.” Facing the committee with Grunewald was his fighting lawyer, William Power Maloney, former special Assistant

to the ‘Attorney General. “He i8 no mystery man, sir,” said Maloney. “He has lived here for a good many years. I am sure there is no mystery about this man. He is a sedate, respectable American citizen. He has his rights, and I intend to protect them.” Grunewald identified his occupation- as public relations counsel specializing in investigative work. Don’t classify me as a private detective,” he said. “There

--18° such a thing as being an

investigator. There is also such a thing as being a private detective. Investigators are on a high plane.” “A high plane?” asked committee counsel Martin Fay.

” » ” “THAT is correct,” said - Grunewald, “Having been an

FBI fellow myself, there 1s quite a difference there.”

He said*® his FBI training taught him how to tell whether 4 wire was tapped. He said he put this knowledge to use in checking Pan American phones against a tap, but he firmly denied knowing how to tap a wire himself.

He said Maloney his lawyer, had introduced him to Shimon some eight years before, He admitted talking to Shimon a number of other times but he said he “never” saw Shimon at the Capitol, He said he visited the Capitol all the time, jumping up to the Hill to talk to his friends, but “if I saw Sen, Brewster is would be purely on something else and nothing to do with Howard Hughes investigation.”

After two bouts of-question-ing, Grunewald was excused. Later the District committee voted to cite him for contempt for the: questions he refused to answer. The recommendation was mislaid, and never rediscovered. Those who favored it finally forgot it in the, belief it would be filibustered in the Senate, » n ”

THEIR belief was reinforced by a GOP minority report, attributed mainly to efforts made -by Brewster and Sens. Robert C. Hendrickson (R. N. J.) and Joseph R. McCarthy (R. Wis.), The report opposed punishment of Grunewald or Shimon. It said the. questioning of

_Grunewald was not complete - and that the contempt citation

failed to show how the questions he failed to answer were pertinent to the wire tapping issue. 2 Within the year Grunewald faced another sharper test of his tell-’'em-nothjng tactics.

(Copyright, 1952, by Un by I ay ited Feature .

NEXT: The Wirepuller Wired for Silence.