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Inside Indianapolis By Ed Sovola

THE HORSE and the wagon continue to play an im in men’s lives, so lay off the horn the wiih time you're stuck behind a load of junk. Be tolerant Ye the small businessman. You've probably wondered where some of the rigs come from and why, in this horseless carriage and jet age. Changes i are high the gray mare and: the sagging wagon belong to Jim Miller, 925 W. New York St. It's a U-drive-it-onsthe-hoof enterprise.

Jim has 14 horses and rigs he rents every morning except Sunday to junkers. That's the

correct name for the men who handle shorse-o-matic pickabouts. They don't care to be called “rag picker, » “junkmen.” Surprised? Well, these are : Just like the man “ho delivers milk for the Polk people; he is called a milk salesman, not a you-think-you-know what, The junkers congregate at Jim's place about .7 a.m, “He won't let them go out earlier. By 7:15 rigs begin moving out and by 8 Jim has tmpty . stalls and barns, :'

THERE ARE days when Jim ‘wishes he had a few more horses and rigs. The morning I was there four junkers were left holding ‘an empty feed bag. But there are mornings, too, when Jim is staring into a horse’s mouth that needs oats. Volume is hard to predict. A guy goes out and has a big day and winds up with 20 bucks in his pocket.. It's no secret or uncomnion for a junker to have a big head for a couple of days. He's no good to Jim, Sometimed a junker gets “carried” away. For a hard-to-explain reason a hunk of stuff which has a fast turnover value winds up ‘n a wagon. The junker says it was in the alley and the owner says. it was not. Men have been put out of business for that. : Noble Brewer, Jim's friend and neighbor who sells salt, pitched a few observations whenever Jim had to leave us. ob ob NOT ALL junkers go to work when the spirit, in the vicinity of the stomach, moves them. There

It Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, Apr. 29—Dedr Pennsylvania Railroad: I will not be responsible for any gyps perpetrated on you by my wife. Women, I always thought, were-crookeder'n a barrel of noodles. Far worse than men. Now it looked like I had the proof. ‘Twas all because your conductor forgot to ask ‘me for the two NY-to-Washington tick: ets worth about $17. Deep in Joey Adams’ Joke Book, I didn't realize the conductor’'d missed me till he was out of the car.

“Jimminy Crickets,” I said, employing Toots Shor’s harshest oath, We were in the parlor car. But only had coach tickets. So I owed extra fare, also for two seats. Maybe 10 bucks. As a former Ohio Sunday School teacher, I must be fiercely honest about this. Just call me Honest Abe. Just then the Beautiful Wife returned from the ladiex’ room where probably she'd just stuck six eakes of railroad soap in her purse. “I'll go look for the conductor,” I said, after telling her about it. “You won't. I'll turn those tickets in and get the money back,” the BW. szaid, snatching them from me, “That'd be cheating.” “Oh, to cheat railroads is legitimate cheating. Anyway, the railroads shouldn't have such careless conductors.”

Sh ob I WAS SHOCKED, of course. But our cockeyed rules seem to hold nothing wrong with cheating railroads, bus companies, or hotels, and it's probable that nobody ever gave the phone company back a dime found in a pay phone. But as we approached Washington I felt like Wilfie Sutton. ‘J. Edgar Hoover may arrest me when I leave the train,” I trembled. “I can see the headline. ‘Columnist Nabbed in Huge Swindle. Sent Back Where He Came From—Ohio'.” Well, that night I described our crime to some

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are men who rent rigs regularly. .One junker drove the same horse and wagon for four years

. without missing a day.’

Regularity has its advantages. A junker gets first choice when he can be trusted. Should sickness prevent him from going out a couple of days, Jim won't rent his rig to anyone else. The renter and the horse appreciate this, The regular junker can get credit in an“emerJim knows he .can 0 gp his wagon back in one piece and his rental fee, $3.25 will be taken out when the junker sells his pickings. Otherwise, it's cash on the line. Junking is a healthy occupation but Jim isn’t in it for his

"health, He's got it already.

Junkers watch the market carefully, Right now you would have to pay a junker to take paper. They also watch the city-pickup schedule, The day a certain area is to receive service for the tax dollar, the junkers make a beeline for the treasure. “They practically fly into the area.” laughed

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THE ACCEPTED practice for a junker is to work the alleys as soon .as possible after leaving Jim's place. On the way back, with. a load, they take to the streets. I asked why piékup trucks wouldn't make the operation faster. Trucks for junking are frowned on by the police. The over-ambitious junker, and you find over-ambitious men in every level of business, in a truck is hard to track down, The same man driving a horse and wagon, is a sitting duck. Ol' Dobbin can't compete with 100 horses for long. A driver's license isn’t required to drive a rig. Jim doesn’t have many rules. He assumes 2 man knows how to handle a horse when he puts his $3.25 on the nose. You can’t get a definite answer to which section of the city is best for junkers. Few of the regulars swear by Irvington and points closer in. Others like Brightwood, Broad Ripple. “When you boil it all down, the best section is where the pickin's are good,” sald Jim. “That's the one where a junker can get a load in about two hours, rain or shine, snow or sleet.” I know a lot of places a man can get a load much quicker,

Mr. Peansyivania, You've Been Warned

back to the railroad and get your money back.” And so, what can I do? For the B. W. already had sent you, Mr. Pennsylvania RR, the tickets back for a refund. I tried hard to get her letter back from the mailbox but the letter collector said, “What are you, a crook? Trying to rob the mails, I ong: to have you arrested.” Come and get me Diogenes. I'm lonely. * ob THE MIDNIGHT EARL . .., Though Rita

Hayworth approved Aly Khan's request for-a"

meeting, Aly hasn't followed through, and Bartley Crum, Rita's counsel, doesn't even know what part of the world he's in , , . Rita's lazing in

Mexico. A famous actor and famous gal singer don’t seem to care who sees , . , Tin plate heir Billy

Leeds is getting treatment. (Too much tin?) , .. Arturo Toscanini postponed his flight to Italy. Barbara Nichols, who does the dumb dame in “Pal Joey,” isn’t. She's off to Puerto Rico to make a movie, A glarey-eyed stranger suddenly stood over Herald Tribune Night Editor Al Davies, pointed to a headline on the Michigan prison riot story, and demanded, “Change that headline. That prisoner's not crazy. The warden’s crazy.” When he brandished a rolled-up paper as though about to strike, somebody phoned for a cop, who rushed him brusquely out. British composer Vaughn Williams wrote a special harmonica composition for Larry Adler's Town Hall concert May 3 . .. in “Top Banana,” Phil Silvers, playing a top TV star, is told, “We pay you more than the President of the U. 8.” Phil now answers, “He'll soon be available.” ® 2 ¢ EARL'S PEARLS . . . Taffy Tuttle, says Jackie Gleason, the comedian, dieted, trying to win the Nobelly prize. The chorus gals of “Pal Joey” beat the boys of “Stalag 17” at baseball, 5-2. Dagmar umpired . Connie Boswell’s family all got food poisoning —but her . . , Sen. Taft hasn't accepted an invitation to appear with other candidates in Cincinnati, though the meeting's scheduled or. —- Taft Hall. Boooale ay TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: Harry Hershfield tells of the ex-circus man who became an undertaker and had a grand opening. The guests saw 12 deceased in the parlors. “Twelve, heh? Not

newapapermen. bad,” exclaimed a friend, “Sssh,” said the underI've proof,” I said, eloquently, “of what taker, “Seven of them are shills.” crooks women are. Today the train conductor a OBB didn’t pick up our tickets ...” WISH I'D SAID THAT: “A night club owner,

A newspaperman from Dayton with a great reputation for integrity spoke up. “You know what you ean do?” he said, eyes gleaming. I thought to myself , , . isn’t it wonderful how honest and true men are? “Sure,” 1 said, “I can mail the money to the railroad.”

“Phooey,” he said. “You can take the tickets

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

FT. WORTH, Apr, 29—I have just run across an unusual operation for this age—a hotel which gives the customer what the customer wants instead of what the hotel wants him to have. This is revolutionary indeed in an age in which the customer is adjudged guilty until he proves himself innocent. : Man named Hank Green started out as a busboy in the Hotel Dodge a long time ago, and worked in a variety of jobs all over the world, getting sorer and sorer by the day, He managed to get rich via a flock of assorted companies and factories, and he collected some partners and built himself a hotel according to his own idea of right afid wrong. Hank's hotel is named the

Mr. Ruark

Western Hills. It sprawls on the western outskirts of Ft. Worth and is gaudy and neon-lit. It looks Which it is, in fact. But its 200 rooms are done palatially and

rather like a de luxe motel.

spaciously, It has a huge kidney- shaped heated

swimming pool in its center, Five kinds of air-

“conditioning keep the rooms at” even coolness.

Some of the super-suites haye wood-burning fireplaces, and there is a palm-and-bamboo cabana

section on one side of the pool. eB ONE OF Hank's pet gripes was the constant ordeal of battling telephone operators and bell- * boys for such simple needs as ice and water. In the Western Hills there are ice machines within a step or two of every room, and ice-water fountains everywhere, Mr. Green was annoyed for years by the abuse of hotel carpeting, so his halls are clad in rugs which already employed a cigaret-burn and a foodstain design in their patterns. Mr, Green also has special kennels for the dogs of guests. He scatters the latest novels and magazines throughout all rooms, PS. » : DURING the years he rattled about the hotel business, Mr. Green was burning slowly at the restrictions most old-fashioned hostelries impose on their guests. As a result, Mr. Green's service runs 24 hours a day. A man who wants a full meal at 3 a.m. just picks up the phone and they will speed it over to him in motorcarts. Although Mr. Green's monument to his frustration deals. in swank—a fancy private bar, dress shops, and a steak bar which allows the customers to select and brand their own’ slabs . of beef-—-there are no restrictions on dress. “Come as you are” is Mr: Green's pet slogan, and you.will see people in shirt sleeves or ladies in shorts mixing with dinner jackets and gvening

not having one customer, went home where he

discovered his wife with a lover. ‘Hurray,’ he shouted. ‘People. ”-—Henny Youngman. «© b> WHO REMEMBERS, asks Lynn Gilmore,

when women carried shopping bags to tote their groceries in—instead of their money? . , . That's Earl, brother.

Customer Geis Break In Ft. Worth Hotel

IT 18 IN many respects the finest hotel that I have ever seen anywliere, and it must mark some kind of change in the old, Europeanmanagement, last-century kind of hostelry. with which America has been cursed. In Mr. Green's $2 million experiment in updating a business which is still living in the past, he has largely eliminated the overlapping services which are rackets of the itchy-handed tip grabbers, There is ample free parking, and private outside entrances to most rooms. The establish ment is not dominated by the bell desk. It may be called a “motel” by the scornful, but [ see nothing wrong with taking the torture out of hotel-living by the elimination of doorman and starters and parking .problems, Mr. Green's Western Hills is the first striking sign of concession to changing times that I have seen in the hotel business. I hope some of the other tavern-tenders of the land have imagination enough to crib a few of his ideas. about running a place to suit the customer instead of indulging in the hotel's whims at customer expense,

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q-—-What can we plant with our packet of French marigold seed—especially in front of itto make a pretty flower bed? Bill Oates, TIMES. A—~If you want a dramatic color combination, use dwarf deep purple petunias. year it's better to buy plants than bother with petunia seed. Dwarf blue ageratum would make another contrasty edging for the bed. Or you might follow the planting scheme that caused

Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column in The Sunday Times

a lot of comment at the New York Flower Show ad Season or so ago and buy a packet of tall African marigolds (mixed, just for fun and more variety) .and plant them at the back of the bed, 12 to 15 inches behind the French marigolds. Then to edge'the bed, get some of the little dwarf marigolds and you'lt have a complete marigold garden. Zinnias go well with marigolds, Use any of the tall kinds (Giant hybrids, Giants of California or dahlia flowered) for a back row, Then in front of the marigolds use tiny Cupid zinnias for edging. Something a little out of the ordinary for. an edging plant would be sanvitalia, sometimes called “creeping zinna.” Or stick bright colored cleus in among the marigolds and edge the whole bed with the red Jogeph's coat (again, buy plants rather than try to rai#§ them from seed.)

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Duty Calls Gen. Mark Clark Again

SON 1S KOREA WISE—Maj. William D. Clark, wounded in Korean fighting, is being greeted here in U.S. by his illustrious father who now takes over the all-important Far East Command.

EAST IS EAST, and West is West, but Indianapolis is the only place Gen. Mark W. Clark, new Allied commander in the Far East, could call home long enough to

become eligible to vote. And Indianapolis made such a deep impression on the tall, gangling hero of some of World War II's most ferocious fighting that he almost left the Army rather than Hoogierland. That was back in 1933 when the General, then a major as-

“gigned to Ft. Harrison as mith-

tary instructor to the Indiana National Guard, was given orders to move on to Ft. Leavenworth, Kas.’ He seriously considered giving up a military career, but he heeded a friend's advice that he might be throwing away a brilliant future. » ” n HOW SOUND that advice was is well shown in the latest honor heaped on the former Hoosier. Yesterday he was named to fill the all-important top command formerly held by Gen, Douglas MacArthur and Gen. Matthew B. Ridgway. It's a “hot war” there in Korea, where Gen. Clark now takes the responsibility. His predecessor succeeds Gen. Clark's longtime friend, Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower, in tackling the “cold war” in Europe. But “hot” ‘spots are nothing new to the New York-born career soldier who will celebrate his 56th birthday, Thursday. He was graduated from the U, S. Military Academy at West Point in April, 1917, just in time to jump into the midst of action in World War I. He was wounded in action with the 11th Infantry of the 5th Division in the Vosges Mountains in France. When recovered, he returned .to see more action in the St. Mihiel and MeuseArgonne offenses. His World War II record in North Africa and Italy have been more widely publicized. »

- 5 BUT INDIANAPOLIS residents remember the General

best as a soft-spoken individual who was quite content with a pleasant game of bridge, a “good round of golf or just some leisurely fishing. Perhaps that is why he and

AFTER DIVORCE—WHAT? .

Loneliness Causes Despondency

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his Muncie-born wife, the for. mer Miss Maureene Doran, seriously considered chucking all military ambitions back in 1933, After four years here, life at bleak F't. Leavenworth was anything but attractive. And the General's two children, William and Ann, had made friends during the four years they attended School 686. Irving Lemaux Jr, 1 W, 28th 8t., first met Gen, Clark in 1930 during the General's sojourn in Indiana. He later learned to know the General better while serving on his staff during the World War II campaigns. ” ” » “SOMETIMES OVER there,” said Mr, Lemaux, “the General used to sigh, ‘Gee, wouldn't it be good to be back in Indianapolis.’ “He didn’t need to look far for a reaction to those sentiments, particularly during

that tough Italian campaign.”

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MANY FAMILY REUNIONS—Globetrotter Gen. Clark poses with his Muncie-borm wife, he former Maureen Doran, and his daughter, Ann, on one of his many returns fo the States from overs seas duty. His children attended School 66 during his four years in Indianapolis. eat

Gen. Clark, who lived in 4026 N. New Jersey 8t, has been back in Indianapolis and Muncie many times, His last official visit here was in November, 19850, when he inspected Camp Atterbury and renewed many Hoosier acquaintances, From his son, he can get first-hand advice on what his new command means, Bill was awarded the Silver Star and the Purple Heart for hiz autstanding duty in Korea. 5

But the wily General, too; can Army

draw on an extensive reserve of first-hand knowledge from World War II.

GEN. CLARK chased the Germans from North Africa to the Brenner Pass providing hot newspaper headlines all the way Everything he did seemed dramatic—from the time he slipped into enemy - occupied North Africa from a submarine to contact French troops, until he personally led forces of the American Fifth Army into Rome in a Jeep. An Indianapolis Times re-

IKE SAYS WELL DONE—Gen, Dwight Eisenhower pins Legion of Merit on Gen, Mark Clark in above photo taken by Times Writer Irving Leibowitz then serving with Army Pictorial Service in World

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HREE out of every four divorced persons remarry within.five years, but in the meantime—and for the

fourth-—there/®omes a hazard which

is all the more

crushing for being unexpected.

In the turmoil and anxiety of the divorce itself, from the day the idea

dawns until the decree is entered, there is too much company. Friends, family, advisers and the merely curious are all over the place; the separating pair have all too little time to be alone and think.

Then, suddenly on the heels of confusion, comes the period of .after djvoree. Friends, family, advisers and the merely curious are no longer so inter-ested-—-and in walks loneliness,

The’ contrast between the lonely divorced person and the lonely unmarried person may he’ rk great as the contrast between the misery of some who have lost hearing or sight and the frequently gay security of those who were born deaf or

blind. One is pervaded by a sense of loss; the other” never knew,

Loneliness may be intensified by a feeling of guilt or inadequacy. - It is quite possible that the loneliness of the divorced ‘is related to self-blame for a marriage that did not work. Of all the bitterness that enters the lives of the divorced man or woman, but especially woman, this is the most corroding. It adds its venom to any other poisons that may enter the new life. It sometimes spoils an otherwise tranquil existence which

might have follpwed the stormy divorce, » ” »

TO THE unprejudiced observer, many of these Aragedies seem unnecessary. Much can be learned about

Morris L. Ernst is the well known New York lawyer who has handled many divorce cases, David Loth is a former newspaper editor and biographer. Here the authors show through actual case histories what problems most couples face after divorce. This is the second of a series from the hook, FOR BETTER OR , WORSE, just published by Harper & Brothers. loneliness Wy talking to peopl who have overcome it. Divorce people have sometimes pulled themselves out of a lonely life by taking counsel nf the experience and knowledge of others.

Caroline fe an example, It Is true that she was avoided not because her circle thought she had done wrong to divorce her husband. In their eyes she, had committed a far graver gin: She had become a bore,

That phase lasted a long time. Then, perhaps out of a sincere desire to improve or perhaps because it was the thing to do, she sought psychiatric guidance. As her. counsefor helped her to look at herself, she found that she did not like what she saw,

A change in her attitude dated from that day, The habit of whining, the martyr complex, were shrugged off, Caroline discovered as many another has

done that people are more " friendly than. she had supposed,

As soon as she stopped her ‘Intense concentration on her-

self and let her emotions alone, she was liked. Bhe met people easily, liked them and they liked her. Her new friends were good friends. In her release from loneliness, Caroline has found a measure of happiness. She has learned that no one likes a person who is always licking his sores. in company, ® mo» ; THERE ARE no otheraways to escape loneliness, and each

porter, Irving Leibowitz, ax an Army correspondent and photographer, covered the wartime exploits of Gen. Clark. He recalls spending Christmag, 1043, touring the stale mated Italian front with the General, And riding into Rome aboard the General's Jeep.

THE FIFTH ARMY was Gen. Clark's Army. He even personally approved the colorful shoulder patch worn by Fifth t-r.00pa—an African. mosque framed on a red, white and bide background. Like ‘Gen. George Patton, Gen, Clark liked to ‘get thar fustest with the mostest.” And like Gen, Patton, sometimes he was criticized for his batter ing tactics, notably when Ameri. cah troops attempted a frontal attack across the Rapido River and failed. There Was no criticism, how. ever, when Gen. Clark's forces invaded Balerno against strong German resistapce, For seven days, the Fifth Army battled for its very existence. Gen. Clark never faltered.

He ordered tremendous air

support and replacements, Mountains of supplies poured ashore, By the week's end, the Fifth Army had secured a

heachhead. It was on Italian soil for keeps. » ” »

GEN, CLARK'S daring invasion of Anzio, a flanking Mmovement to divert the from the Cassino front, was labeled a blunder. But it turned out to be a brilliant military coup, German troops fled when the Fifth Army opened twin attacks, Rome lay ahead of the advancing Fifth Army. For Gen.

+ Clark, the fall of Rome was

the highlight of his wartime career. And he made the most of it, He rode into town at the head of his victorious troops while sniper fire came dangerously close, Correspondent Leibowitz and Gen, Clark waited patiently for five hours “outside the Rome city limits while crack troops of Gen, Frederick's Ca-nadian-American Special Strik-

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person probably will do best to invent his own. An unusual device occurred to Jack C—, a successful . western businessman whose wife left him for a younger man. : As he settled into his new life, Jack found that the hardest hour of the day was that in which he returned from the office to'an empty home. He had enjoyed most in his marriage, he thinks, : the companionship of coming into a room where he

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the battlefront with Gen. Clark, Mr. Leibowitz recalled this in~ cident:

“The General startled ona GI who was wrapping a scarf around his feet to keep them warm, Gen. Clark asked him what he wanted most for Christmas and the GI, who couldn’t have been more than 23, said, ‘Say, General, I sue could use a pair of new socks. “And do you know what, when we got back to Caserta, the General ordered the Quarters master to get new socks up to #the front line troops. And he sent along a couple of pairs for the GL.”

was expected, greeted and listened to while he poured forth the innocent details of his day. After his divorce he took to dropping in at bars for the dey sired companionship. It did not seem the same, His club was as bad. In both places were other men with the same idea. Both were noisier than he iked, and he had become ace customed to the” company of one person, not a crowd or even a small group. He was a man who was set in his ways and did not like change, ” " ”

AFTER a few months of Ine creasing loneliness, Jack hit upon a solution. He employed a girl on a strictly business basis to be at his apartment when he got home. Bhe would be dressed in a hostess gown and have his favorite cocktail already

mixed. That is how his wife had done it. His cares and his loneliness slipped from him as he put his key in the lock, opened the door and saw the familiar sight of a feminine figure be= hind the cocktail shaker.

For an hour he would talk, sip his drink and relax. Then the girl would murmur an eX cuse, slip into the next room to change and go off to dinner with her young man—for she was happily engaged. to be married. § The hour of ease ‘enabled Jack to get through his eves nings contentedly whether hes went out into company himself or not. He never so much as touched. the girl xcept friendly handshake ‘at their | meeting, the week was married. But her cot panionship. got Jack over,

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