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Inside Indianapolis By Ed Sovola :

THE SEASON to scatter paper, tin cans, botties over the countryside and in our parks is here. Much more fun than stuffing an old furnpce or © If you detect a note of bitterness in the statement, that's fine. This is also the season for folks who love the wide open spaces of Indiana to become a little hot around the sports collar, Of course, to get that way, you have tobe proud of your own and the fact that a person kicks up his heels at times, should be overlooked. I hope Kenneth M, Kunkel, director of the Department of Conservation of Indiana, understands pig the door to his office was pounded the other The State University of New York, College of Forestry, Syracuse, put out a booklet entitled ‘When You Are in the Woods” and one found its way into my hands. It's an excellent piece of

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* + & HOOSIERS should have a booklet like that, was the conclusion. It can be read in about 15 minutes. The information within its covers is capable of nhking an’ intelligent gentleman out of anyene with a yen for. the out-of-doors. What do we have? Anything New York can do we can do. At 311 W. Washington St. the pamphlet shelves were rifled. The Conservation Department publishes two pamphlets which describe and locate the parks and facilities within our boundaries. Not much help or too instructive. There were many booklets about trees and forests published by lumber companies and allied producers. A reader can get information about “The Effectiveness of Forest Protection,” “How to Belect Wooden Fence Posts,” “How to Measure

a Woods,” “Protect White Pine from Blister” f | on GIVE US < SBR eax Ts _ |_(uAamLESS) \ & »

WELCOME—The critters in the woods and forests want us to behave like human beings.

It Ha By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, May 3—Margaret Truman-and most other concert artists-—used to sing “Lo, Hear the Gentle Lark.” But Margaret doesn’t now. Mimi Benzell, the beautiful Metropolitan Opera star (who also sings in polite saloons), is responsible. One day Mimi was fooling around with her voice, and happened to begin a jitterbug burlesque of the song FH which had been trilled and mi- 3 mi-mi-meeeed for many, many

Mimi wound up singing the song for her customers. Once Margaret had heard Mimi do the burlesque, she couldn't do “Lo, He-ur the Gennnnn-tulll La-aaaark,” seriously any more. But it was a decision that Miss Truman made in a friendly way. Margaret and Mimi are Miss Benzell , good friends. In fact, they share the same man, but hold on there, now. Not too fast. Mimi's husbanil, Walter Gould, brother of the an agent associated who manages Miss

with James A. Davidson,

* Truman. Mimi's husband doesn’t, however, man-

age Mimi, “That's the only way to have a happy home life,” says Mimi, who looks a little like Hedy

\Lamarr, a little like Joan Bennett—the result

being a lovely, vivacious brunette. i. ¢ © 2 MIMI has been looked upon as something of a rebel for stepping out of the Met occasionally and singing in hotels and theaters. “Then I found out that many opera people used to do it. “I was rehearsing in the Chicago Theater one morning when a man of about 65 said to me, ‘1 haven't heard that song in 25 years. The last time I héard it, it was sung right here by GalliCurci.’ ” This reporter recently saw her enchant a crowd at Conrad Hilton’s Hotel Plaza Persian Room. The crowd included Mr. Hilton. "Twas most orderly there that night, but occasionally in some hotel spots, a customer overdoes his conviviality. ; “One night in one hotel, a man at the ringside was in a stupor while I was singing. But every once in a while he would come to and growl like a dog. “He finally slumped over the table and then fell off on the floor. Two captains had to carry him out. It kind of spoiled the evening.”

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By Robert C. Ruark ALBUQUERQUE, N. M,, May 3—One of the

' more curious aspects of our times, medically, is : the. appearance of the gastric ulcer among the

ladies of the land. This was a medical rarity until recent years, but today the incidence of the ulcer among the gals just about rivals its occurrence among the men. \ The basic explanation of A the everyday ulcer is that a nervous condition causes a definite physiological reaction resulting in ulceration of the tummy. Its more . common, causes are strain, tension and worry, and the man with the nervous hole in his head also winds up with a perforated center section. * The ulcer has always been the proud badge of the advertising . and agency business, which are supposed to contain’ so much insecurity and which operate at such high speed that a man without an ulcer is regarded as a failure. There is even a restaurant in New York that

: specializes 1h bland diets for successful agency

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ULCERS appeared in all professions, but most in those that stressed high nervous tension, As the 20th century stepped up. its living tempo, the incidence of ulcers climbed. But not until just recently did dames have ’em, This tells me something. This tells me that the females have finally fretted themselves into nearly complete equality with menfolks, and now they, too, own the proud badge of accomplishment—a duodenal ulcer. Oh, boy, mommy's got a bigger ulcer than daddy has, and she didn’t even have to kiss her elbow to achieve it. A distinguished physician-surgeon whom I positively will not identify, in order to protect

him’ at home, tells me that the female has just

reaped the penalty of emancipation. “In my mother's-time,” says he, “the woman

"did not eonsciously think in terms of active com-

petition in a masculine world. She was not generally engaged in commerce. She was not running for political office. Apart from a little sentimental poetry, she did not concern herself overmuch with the arts. She did not compete. . “1¢ she worried it was routine worries—wor-

"Hes about the household, about Willie's sniffles, - about papa spending too much money at the cor

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Rust,” “How to Pile and Season Native Lumber,” and a comprehensive report about the “Classified Forests” of Indiana, Mr. Kunkel's office was the next stop. : - ‘ The tall, slender, quiet man quickly put out the fire in my eye. He has the same effect as a shady sycamore on a warm afternoon when you're lying on your back and not caring whether the bobber wobbles or not. The pamphlet struck his fancy. His department -could use it. Hoosiers should have it but he. ‘just didn't have the money to put one out. : >

“NOTICE,” Mr. Kunkel said, “the Alleghany State Park in New York with 57,000 acres is larger than all our parks put together. In Indiana ‘we have, to a large extent, supervised camping areas which simplifies the’ problem a camper encounters. But we could use more public co-operation and education.” ! Yes, we certainly could. This summer a n who is constantly extolling the beauty of Indiana Dunes State Park and the Brown County State Park is going to flip his lid at least 10 times before the snows fall. Along the highways thebe. are going to be fresh piles of .rubbish marring the beauty of the open road. There will be pop bottles, beer cans, banana peelings and bread wrappers on the finest stretch of clear water sand to be found anywhere. In Brown County picnic tables will be greasy and you will be able to tell what the previous visitor had for lunch. There will be broken branches and uprooted flowers. “Yoy will hear wails of anguish-from friends who went int6 the woods and got a dose of poison ivy or poison oak. You will hear about accidents and over-exhaustion. And most of the troubles you hear are the result of a simple lack of information or carelessness. “When You Are in the Woods,” has all the information a’ person needs. It tells about welldrained. camping sites, how to choose fuél, where to build a fire and how, proper methods in protecting food, gives intelligent information about wood critters that are harmless and the responsibilities of part owners (all of us) of state parks. “Treat your parks and forest as thoughtfully as you would want ‘others to treat your garden or home.” Powerfnl line of copy. You can get the rest free by writing to “The Department of Forest Extension, State University College of Forestry, Syracuse 10, N. Y. . Wonderful season coming up: Let's be careful of our gardens. The man behind you may be looking at them for the first time. Don't dis{llusion him.

Mimi’s Lark A Jditterbird

ONE NIGHT a table of men had talked constantly during her singing. As she finished one song, Mimi said she was out of breath, and the custofners could talk now, if they wished. She looked sweetly at the table of disturbers. The crowd which had been annoyed by” the pests, too, gave her a round of applause. At the Met, Mimi doesn’t notice any blubbering drunks in the audience—if there are any— because she naturally doesn’t get so close to the audience. This was brought home to her when she was singing a Beethoven's “Fidelio” number and Dr. Bruno Walter endeavored to tell her how to prenounce her words. “How can he teach me to sing English when I'm American and he isn't?” she demanded. One line in a song was, “I fear my heart will burst” —and that's exactly how she meant to pronounce it. A “But he wanted me to be ‘very Scawtch’ and

say ‘I fffffear my heart-t-t-t-t will burrrsttttttt.’

It was explained to me that there are 3000 people or so here and that you have to exaggerate to make them hear you up in the balcony.” : o> &

MIMI—whose brothers say she eats like like a bird—a vulture— met her husband while he was her agent. iF “I was in London and had sent word here about special train reservations I needed for a tour. A singer must have her rest,” Mimi says. “The letter was shown to my dear, dear husband who was to go on the tour. He tore up the letter and said, ‘I will have no truck with temperamental stars’.” Eventually, the iceberg melted, but even so, Miss Benzell didn’t get well acquainted with Mr. Gould until she had become the client of manager Jack Bertell. That's when they married. They live in a roomy, high-ceilinged West End Ave. apartment and Miss Benzell's practice singing rings through the big courtyard. “The other day,” Miss Benzell says, ‘a nice lady whom I met in the elevator sald, ‘Why is it we never hear you practice?” She seerhed such a nice lady—I wonder if she, was being subtle?”

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TODAY'S WORST PUN: Arthur Murray tells of the wrestler who's always throwing a big party. > + @ WISH I'D SAID THAT: “One thing always open to debate in Washington is the mouth.” —Al Morgan. . . , That's“Earl, brother.

Women Have Won Equality in Ulcers

the sudden emergence of the stomach ulcer as a female complaint, but it is possible . that the mental strain of competition on man’s grounds has sponsered the outbreak of ulcers. I can't see any other reason.” . Sd I DO NOT like to say yah, yah, I told you so, but I have been counseling my female constituents for years that this national yen to surpass papa would buy 'em no good. Just being a woman 1s trouble enough, without embracing extra {lls formerly enjoyed only by the other side of the sexes, We have never encroached on your right to have babies; the least you could do is leave us stewardship of ulcers and gout. Which reminds me, as a victim of gout, that, the other day a strange lady approached me in a restaurant, with a har . gleam of triumph in her eye. “I just want you to know,” she said, “that you men can’t claim to be the sole sufferers from gout any longer. I got gout, too.” . Ah, well. You have stolen our trousers and you smoke our cigars. You run our businesses and you spend our money, and you tell us what to do in terms of you. It is fitting that you should pay the penalty for success. Pass the crackers and milk to mummy, son, and tell her to wear her new triumph in good health. #

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

‘Q—I'm having trouble with my roses. Directions you get with new ones say to prune them back to about 4 inches. But mine have’ frozen right down to the ground these last two winters. Is this because something is wrong with them? 8. Holt Rd. : A~—No, it's because’of the two “unusual” (just like California) winters we've just- had. If you remember back, in both years there was a sudden and very severe temperature drop in early fall. The rose canes had no chance to get hardened.

‘That is, used to severe cold by gradual stages.

80 the wood was still soft and easily killed. The same temperatures later on in the winter would not have killed the canes. If your roses did not freeze to a point below the graft (the bump just above the roots) then they will come out again just as good as ever. If they have frozen below he gratt and Tn get 3 White chugs r rose that e a berry blossom you've just got a multifiora. And you could transplant it Rg

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By OPAL CROCKEIT

ME—I ride the trolley or the bus.

Ride one in Indianapolis and you're grooved, like it or not. Strap-hanging brings out the good and the bad, but fast.

That's what artist Gene Feingold shows you in the sketches. In majority are the stubborn passengers. The stubborn rider stands toward the front of the bus. He's sore about getting up and he’s sore about the transit compahy's frequent fare-

, raising.

He refuses to budge at the bus driver's sensible request to “move back in the bus” No

By HENRY BUTLER THE 45th annual Indiana Artists Exhibition, which opens today at Herron Art Museum, has variety and a good deal of distinction, Tender-minded viewers may find it deficient’ in “he hazy,

semtimental values often stressed in certain other shows.

Tough-minded viewers may regard the work most promising in artistic values sometimes least promising in ethical values. That needs explanation. All of us are sensitive to the world we are privileged: (some say “condemned”) to live in, Artists are more sensitive to environment than. most of us. And in this Indiana Artists show there's quite a bit of grimness, even of despair. This era doesn’t nourish hopefulness. You don't see too much hopefulness in the Herron show. The cheerful works, the ones that show what clichemongers call a “constructive attitude,” generally lack guts. Top prize-winner in the show is “The Digger,” a' canvas by James Snodgrass of Indian< apolis. It's a sensitive, introspective, almost tortured study of a mud-colored man in a muddy area dof an endless,

grubby and hopeless job, It.

won the Art Association $300 prize for the most meritorious work in any medium. » - » ’ THE INTENSE feeling in tliat picture makes it a good example of what our world now does to an artist. We have no Gothic certainties, no Renaissance optimism. Another exemple of the same thing is “New World,” by Donald A. White of Indianapolis, which won the: Board of Directors $200 prize for an oil Mr. White has placed two nudes --stark, emaciated, “#bysntally

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SOME ARE KIND—Passenger amuses baby. Tomes Shih bom Teg one is going to “psh him makeup on the bus, dropping

around.”

The selfish category is a ‘gers,

broad one. That type brandishes long-handled umbrellas and shoulder bags recklessly. Some bring luggage for a weekend trip. wv » .

THERE'S the seat grabber. He (and many are men, chiv-

alry being long dead) or she

notices a passenger preparing to rise and makes for the seat, fellow riders be hanged. There's the reader who likes to spread out his paper, making it very difficult for his neighbor who wants to read along with him. And the girl who finishes her

PORTRAIT—Stanley Hench, Chicago, won the $200 Portrait Prize for this “Self Portrait” in oil, an entry in the 45th annual Indiana Artists Exhibit, opening today in Herron Art Museum.

Mr: White's painting are symbols of tormented humanity. Art is not literature, and

should not be criticized as lit-

erature. What I'm saying is that the temper, the mind, the animus of our society does violence to many of the most gifted artists, They, in turn, pass on the violence to us o I personally think the most effective and possibly most durable’ (though that's a wild

' guess) works are those with.

good, specific focus and no great generalizations to dramatize. One such is “Place of Worship,” by Barbara Hopkins of Indianapolis, which won the

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THERE ARE passengers and bus drivers who revive faith in humanity — the people who make the best of the pushups and general bad humor, Some actually smile. Usually away back in the bus js a truly happy man. He is asleep. 2 : Only one man is luckier.

That's the straphanger who can sleep on his Teet,

PASTEL—The Junior Lea Indiana in this

Morristown, N. J., and Henry. Yarnum Poor, New York, | was | night at an invitational preview and dinner in the museum by Leon Kroll, dist ‘Ne artist and designer of a three-panel mural to be placed in the Statehouse h dofinguished N

THE SHOW has its bizarre and comical moments, Dynamic Harry Engel, of' the Indiana University fine arts faculty, won the Keeling & Co. $150 prize for an oil with “Bird Mart.” Not the least of Mr. Engel's powers is his ability to live with and tolerate the color combinations he sets on canvas. ~~ : For me, a wonderful moment was first sight of “The Fine, ne Seam,” “by Gertrude Schultz of Indianapolis. Done in the now fashionable primitive manner, the canvas shows a seamstress who is the spittin’ image of Mae West.

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- Scotchman), also did an excel lent slum landscape in “Houses.” Harry A. Davis of Brownsburg, characteristically versatile, has two nice canvases in ‘the show: and “The Dead Elim.” ter, departing from other styles, is arresting, but a wes mite close to whimsicality. liked “Martyr,” a by John A. Grepp of aE, suggesting Rouault influence,

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