Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 June 1952 — Page 13
Inside Indianapolis By Ed Sovola :
THE WEEK END with two of my favorite lady friends, my mother and Rosemary, was everything I hoped it would be. We had our touchy moments, of course, but we'll get squared away. Too many cooks in a cheesebox kitchen can spoil the potato-salad, you know. I'm glad there was a man around the house. My idea was to have Ma spend a couple of days getting better acquainted with my future manager, engaging in girl-talk about the wedding, going on a picnic to Brown County with our friends, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Bulger and L'il Ann. : ¢ oo t
MA WAS AGLOW as she stepped off the Monon, at Union Station. It was her first train trip alone since she came over here from the old country in 1910. Her suitcase felt as if it contained iron ore. I couldn't imagine what she could be hauling * that was so heavy. She had “some things” for us. At Rosemary's apartment we found out what the “things” were. Besides an extra pair of shoes, two dresses and stuff, Ma had sheets, pillowcases. towels, wash cloths for us and a couple of yards of homemade Polish sausage for the picnic, The tiny efficiency kitchen made Ma put her . hand to her cheek. Her only comment was that
it was small. Rosemary agreed. I could just see -
my mother mentally tearing out walls, tiny sinks, three-burner stove. She's used to elbow room.
\ ee WE RAN INTO a little rough spot at the super market. In the first place, Ma dislikes the speed of super-market operation.’ She's more at home in Old Man Kozlowski’'s grocery store. She went along quietly at first. Then she began picking cans and vegetables and buttermilk. That was all right until she announced she would pay for the food. : A couple of mild protests were brushed aside. I knew right then Fd have to step in with both feet. Just as we reached the cashier, Ma began opening her purse as if she were in charge. Rosemary was pushing the cart. & & QUICKLY and firmly, with one hand around her purse arm, I hustled her through the passage. She threw her 180 pounds in reverse and began to protest. “Ma.” I said, looking her in the eye, “I don’t want any trouble, Now, let's go.” She mumbled and grumbled and threatened a hunger strike but, she went. “Just wait until you and Rosemary come home,” she said, nodding her head. “We'll wait.” 4 3 Everything went along smoothly the rest of the afternoon, We looked at the O’Brien family pictures, Ma was silent when she looked at a picture of Rosemary's deceased parents and thought her baby picture was “so nice.” woe ve - TIME CAME for supper. Ma found it difficult to sit still but, Rosemary had complete
. charge of the kitchen. There wasn't any lost .
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« WEEK END WITH MA—"We had our touchy moments,” reports "Mr. Inside."
siders herself quite a hand in the kitchen. Did her good to watch someone whose, potential was good. ‘ One by one Ma announced the steak was delicious, the baked potatoes were excellent, the salad and coffee good. Later in the evening. Rosemary began making the potato salad. For years I've praised my mother’s potato salad. I also mentioned recently at home, that Rosemary made good potato sahad. oe o > MA CUT THE hardboiled eggs. helped peel the potatoes, cut the green pepper. She thought there ought te be more green pepper. Rosemary looked up from ner mixing dish of potatoes, onion, pimento and in an even voice said, “No, I think that will be enough.” I stopped breathing for a minute. Ma said, “All right.” Wheee. Sunday ‘we went to church and Rosemary cooked breakfast and Ma complimented her bacon and coffee, again, and the Bulgers came over. The day at the Bulger cabin, on the outskirts of Beanblossom, was perfect. Se > oS : I THINK MY MOTHER was the happiest when she cooed and played with 11-month-old Ann. Once a mother, always a mother, They get that look which takes a better man than I am to describe. Rosemary and I saw Ma off on the morning
Finally,
~ Monon yesterday. We had a tussle about paying
the taxi fare but we won. One victory makes another easier if you're vigilant. = Ma waved and smiled through the window. It
was one of those satisfied, content, happy smiles.
It would last all the way home and until she comes back in” July. She's “satisfied and she'll
turn me over to Rosemary., I know my Ma.
It ‘Happened Last N ight A Former Farm Roy.
By Earl Wilson
NEW YORK, June 10—I looked forwidrd to interviewing Frank N. Foisom-—-for the plump popular president of the Radio Corp. of America is from the farm . . . like me. “Us farm boys gotta stick together,” as they say. So I knew T'd get a lot of plugs for the good old farm from good old Frank, We met at his office, It isn't very rural--being on the'53d floor of the RCA building. Hardly any crops were growing in the corridors. “How'd you leave Sprague, Wash.?” I asked. “Well,” he answered; “My father ran a drug store, We moved to Ashland, Ore. then to MecMinnville, Ore. There always seemed something wrong with McMinnville to me. Everybody went by it, or through it.” Sb CHEWING his glasses, he said, “My father died there at 93. “He was upset about a hair .tonic company. He said he'd used their tonic all his life, and now his hair was falling out. He said the damned quality of the tonic had gone to pot.” “Great farm stuff,” I thought. He “horsed around,” he said, in Portland, Sacramento and San Francisco, running elevators, selling, being a buyer. As he left San Francisco, he thanked an older man who'd been unusually considerate. + “If you really appreciate it,” the man said,
Mr. Folsom
Americana By Robert C. Ruark
NEW YORK, June 10—You understand, of course, that/ I am only an amateur and write only for my own amusement and to keep my fingernails short, but I want this clearly understood by all. One of these days when the tax man cometh, I shall need witnesses. I hate to bother you with my troubles, but having just read that Miss Kathleen Winsor got a $26,358.72 tax rebate from Uncle Sam because her | famous book, “Forever Amber,” was written primarily for her own amusement, I got to crowd in on the act. The cost of amusement is riz. It seems if you write for fun, like Katie or Ike Eisen- ; hower or Winston Churchill, ! what. you write—if you sell it— Mr. Ruark is capital gains instead of income, and is not subject to the heavy penalty of earned income taxes, You must pay a 28 per cent bite instead of nearly all of it. > Bb . I AM PLEASED to know this, just real pleased, because I ‘always write for fun. Since the w I have written approximately 1750 columns, all very amateurish, but personally very pleasing to me. I never dreamed, dear diary, that someone would pay me money for this childish chatter. I am surprised every time the armored car drives up with my weekly $12.50—less social security and withholding—in it. One night I got to messing around with my . old goose quill and some homemade ink and started scrawling things on paper. Before you could say Kathleen Winsor, I had compiled five books and about 100 magazine pieces. I put all these things in separate bottles and cast them into the ocean, and, bless Patty, some benevolent sharks nudged them right into the lap of an agent. He is a very capable agent. He not only sells my stuff for pretty beads and bright calicos, but he actually gives me 10 whole per cent of what he gets. Is he not indeed a generous man? 1 ee
HOHOHO. HEEHEE HAHA. You must pardon
my boyish giggles, but I am just having so darned ‘much good, clean-fun writing this thing for my own amusement that I am about to bust a gusset, Oh, my, am I not indeed an uproarioustype fellow? One thing about writing for your own amusement is that you do not care very much whether they print you or not, so long as you get personal satisfaction and money out of it. That is what Grandpapa always told me. “Son,” he said, “Be happy, Laugh as
at your own stuff, and fear no man,
He Preéfers Midtown
“you'll treat other young people as I've tried to treat you.” : : Then I asked how he keeps his desk clear. “I hide most stuff under this folder,” he said. » "OR “WHEN I PROMISE to do something, I write it on a blank card. It: goes ig this side pocket. When I come irfto the office, I empty these two pockets on my desk. And I know what I have to do.” Emptying the pockets now, he said, “Say, there's my wife's watch. I forget to do something with that. Thanks for asking.” “And I suppose,” I said, “Like all farm boys, you long to return to the farm?” “Listen,” he said, “I never did like the farm. My wife and I lived in San Francisco, Chicago, Philadelphia, Washington and liked them all. Thirty-five years ago my wife's family gave us 80 acres of land with a vineyard and we've never even seen it. To this day, Mrs. Folsom and I have never even spent a week end in the country. We live at 58th and Park and if we could live closer, we'd live closer. “I guess we just. sort of like the city,” concluded the farm boy. > Sb
WISH I'D SAID THAT: “Some columnists use °
the .editorial ‘we’ so an indignant reader will think he’s outnumbered.” dei ob TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: A woman told comedian Irwin Corey, ‘after his act, “I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that.” Corey said, “Dear lady—why not?” ' oe Whe | oh . EARL'S PEARLS . . . Jack E. Leonard explained at the Riviera why he likes everyone and is so good-natured: “I'm too scared to fight and too fat to run.” Cye Martin is suffering from “Cashtrophobia” —a fear of high prices . , . That's Earl, brother,
Write for Laughs, Forget About Money
this, and when he shows it to the managing editor the expression will be a sight for sore eyes. OH, HOHOHO: I can see the treasurer, too, when he signs the weekly bite. HAHAHA. * bb
IT IS AN ODD thing that two own-amusement writers shall have rescued us from bondage to the governmeni, but hereinafter where writers gather to drink up their research material the names of Katherine and Margaret shall be mentioned - respectfully. When Peggy Mitchell accidentally got rich from her hobby, “Gone With the Wind,” the taxers were constrained to rewrite the regulations, and we have what is called
the “Margaret Mitchell Law” about tax spread on
books. Now we have Katie's amusement clause to lean on.
We already had plowed some ground with Winston's innovation, which is if you're. old enough, what you write is an antique and not subject to tax punishment. We have Ike, too, to help us along. but so few of us ever make five-star general that our artistic reveries can be called a capital gain. a This amusement gimmick is foolproof. I say again, this piece is not intended for sale, but I am killing me. O, HOHOHO and HAHAHA. Fetch the needle mother, father just split his sides.
Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith
Q.~—ls it too late to plant zinnia seed? Mrs. A.C. L. A.—By no means. Zinnias grow fast. And you've still got a long time before frost. It won't be due until mid-October. So plant away, Many veteran gardeners save some. of their zinnia seed for a late planting, for zinnia foliage often looks pretty battered by late summer. Then your late
Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column in The Sunday Times
planting comes along with fresh green foliage and its first big flowers. If you want a really special fall garden that will be full of flowers after the first light frosts, plant some calendula seed in mid-July. Q.—Is it unusual for a mother-in-law’'s tongue plant to bloom? Irvington. A.—It's just unusual enough that it always causes 'a lot of comment. But actually. they're
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The Indianapolis Times
TUESDAY, JUNE 10, 1952
PAGE 13
SPIES, DUPES AND DIPLOMATS . . . No. 8
By RALPH DE TOLEDANO OHN Stewart Service, career diplomat of the U.S. State Department, had sev-
eral meetings in the spring of 1945 with Philip Jaffe, editor of Amerasia magazine. Jaffe, according to the FBI, had contacts with top Communists in America.
The meetings between Serv-
ice and Jaffe were observed by FBl1 agents who were investigating the discovery of more than 400 secret government documents in the offices of Amerasia magazine.
Once Service visited the Amerasia offices. His explaration for these visits was that Lt. Andrew Roth, of the U. 8. Navy Intelligence, had brought him together with Jaffe, who was “interested” in learning about the Communists in Yenan,
“Service went on to state,” Myron Gurnea testified, “that since he believed that Jaffe would ask him details on the policy of the Chinese Communists, he took with him a (classified) report he had prepared for the State Department on a long conversation with Mao Tse-tung. . He said Jaffe was extremely interested in it. Jaffe inquired as to whether he had other reports on Yenan which he could see.
“According to Service, after some hesitation, he agreed to show Jaffe other reports of his on the following day.” On Apr.
20; Service spént the morning -
in Jaffe's room at the Statler. By his own admission, Service gave Jaffe—a man he had never. met: until the previous day-—copies of some of his reports on China. When questioned in 1950 on the propriety of turning over
_ physical
MME. CHIANG — In code, "Snow White."
classified documents to Jaffe, Service said (1) that it was done all the time, (2) that these were not classified documents but his personal copies of classified documents, and (3) that he had been disturbed and irritated by Jaffe’'s demands. = = = THERE WAS more than surveillance, as the FBI prepared its case. On at least one occasion a microphone was planted in Jaffe’s hotel room, On May 8, 1945, the FBI recorded a discussion between Service and Jaffe about political, military, and policy
. matters, in the course of which
Service warned: “Well, what I said about the military plans
- 1s, of course, ‘very secret.”
‘A second recording: Jaffe asked Service we (American . forces) would Jand on the shores of China. Service answered, “I don't think it has been decided. I can tell
BEATS MISS LIBERTY —
UN Is New York’s Top Rubberneck Goal
By MARY FRAZER
NEW YORK, June 10—New York's United Nations headquarters—whose decade-after-next-type-architecture buildings will total three come September—this year rates as the city’s No. 1 tourist attraction. In an area jam-packed with
established and world-famed lures, the new wonders of glass and concrete are outdoing the Statue of Liberty, Grant's Tomb, Central Park and other old stars of the rubberneck route,
Mr., Mrs. and Miss American Tourist have thronged the great fishbowl of a Secretariat Building in uncounted numbers since it opened officially in January, 1951. Since the second building, the Conference Hall, opened last February, 1000 a day have been admitted.
“And we have requests for nearly 2000 a day,’ said Matt Gordon, chief of United Nations press services. “Until the Assembly Building opens this fall, we simply can't accommodate more than 500 visitors in the morning, 500 in the afternoon. Our maximum when headquarters is complete will be 2000, and from all indications, the requests for passes will be easily twice that number by midsummer.” » ~ ” x VISITING VIP's are making United Nations a “must” as they've never made any sightseeing spot before. “In the past few weeks alone, we've had Queen Juliana and
WHAT A LIFE—
the Prime Minister of Sweden and the Mother of the world . +» « Mrs. Goon, the American Mother, Vice President Barkley, Gov. Adlai Stevenson, Henri Spaak, the Prime Minister of Belgium, Gen. Mark Clark, and Miss United Nations of the Philippines,” Miss Peggy Kyle informed me breathlessly.
Peggy, a tall, red-haired Floridian, is the United Nations expert of all the 3400 folk from 60 nations who work at United Nations, - having started with United Nations Information Office in 1946, and “just gone along” to and from Lake Success, Flushing Meadows and into New York City.
“Here’s the cafeteria,” she continued, edging me into a room papered with Steinberg cartoons on one side, with floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side furnishing a magnificent view of the East River,
“We were going to have deck chairs on the terrace by the river, but Con Edison (the utilities company) is across the way and it gets too dirty,” she said, regretfully, indicating a half-acre of tile. os n ”
THE TOUR to find out what the public and special guests see in the top tourist attraction progressed through huge general kitchens to the “Delegates and Secretariat Officials dining section,” where rataan screens are ‘reminiscent of Somerset Maugham,” according to Peggy. Otherwise, the red and blue leather chairs and thick carpets
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You in a couple of weeks when Stilwell gets baek.” A third recording was the basis for questioning by Theodore Achilles, a loyalty board member, during Service's 1950 hearing. It concerned a report which Jaffe wanted.
“It is stated that you told Mr. Jaffe that it might be sort of hard for you to get this report because it was kept in a section where you were not assigned.” Jaffe had then asked Service to mail it to him.
“You told Mr. Jaffe,” Achilles continued, “if you could dig up a copy of it, it would be the Far Eastern division copy and they might not be willing to part with it. But you were sure you would be able to run off a copy for him."
These recordings, naturally, could not be used as evidence in court. But the text of the conversations was made known to the State Department Loyalty Board which in 1950 cleared Service. A qualified denial was quickly accepted. Obviously, the State Department did not consider a man who revealed “very secret” military plans a bad security risk. 5 = » ON JUNE 5. 1945, Lt. Roth was suddenly and inexplicably removed from active service in the Navy.
On June 6, 1945, Philip Jaffe and his assistant, Kate Mitchell, were arrested in the Amerasia offices, The charge: Violation of the Espionage Act.
Mark Gayn was arrested in his apartment in New York. Same charge. os John 8. Bervice, Emmanuel Larsen (of Naval Intelligence), and Andrew Roth——now out of his Navy uniform and therefore not sibject to court-mar-tial-—were arrested in Washington. Same charge,
of the several rooms are mainly reminiscent of fine dining rooms everywhere. “We (the help) can eat here, too, before 12:15 or after 1:30, when the big shots clear out. It's fun, when you feel jaded or if you just got your paycheck,” Peggy remarked. About half the employees, incidentally, the half employed by foreign
governments, pay no income tax at all.
From the third floor of Secretariat — the balance is dedicated to non-visited workday offices—we went into the four months old Conference building. Its seven stories are attached to Secretariat, and it contains the Security, Eco-nomic-Social and Trusteeship council chambers, several small meeting rooms and two lounges. Along the way, Peggy related that the 38-story Secretariat has the world's highest marble shaft; that Trygve Lie’s office is on the top floor; and that more people’ hope to glimpse Eleanor Roosevelt and Dr. Ralph Bunche than anyone else. ~ »n EJ
“THINGS will really be popping when the Assembly building is finished,” Feggy went on, indicating the domed structure that blends with the Conference building. “First meeting is
the second Tuesday in September. Then Lake Success and Flushing will be closed forever.” The first Delegates’ lounge we
FATE A
KATE MITCHELL—Assistant to Jaffe.
A week before the arrests, there had been a hitch. Mr, Gurnea testified that “some of the men who were connected with the San Francisco (United Nations) Conference” urged a delay In prosecution for fear of “causing friction” with the Russians. James Forrestal also showed some concern, but counseled nothing. They were overruled when an appeal was made to President Truman, who ordered them to proceed with the arrests. At the time of the arrests, over four hundred documents were found in the Amerasia offices. Many of them were of the highest military and diplomatic importance, from almost every sensitive agency of the government, g : : . Without relisting ‘them, it should be noted here that, ve years later, Assistant Attorney General James MeInerney told the Tdyings
entered is of two-story height, with modern decor of the leath-er-chair-blonde-table school, and has “American cotton draperies shot through with aluminum.” Used but once, when the Dutch delegation met Queen Juliana, it, too, will be “popping” come September. It is divided into equal parts for reading, lounging and drinkng.’ “Someone said you can see clear to Hell Gate and gone, out these windows,” Peggy said, sweeping a hand toward the breathtaking views of three bridges, upper Manhattan's east side, and Queens.
The other Delegates lounge, sporting a bar made of “‘bezalon from the Belgian Congo,” was already “popping,” when we dropped by at 1 p. m,
” » ~ “ALL THIS is what we show the dignitaries. Now, here's
what the general public sees, besides the Secretariat foyer with the view and the statue,” Peggy said, as we entered the Trusteeship Council Chamber.
You've seen it in news photos and newsreels—the circular arrangement of delegates chairs; the huge ring-shaped table with the microphones, the placards bearing names of member nations, the center dais where a harried chairman seems forever to be calling for order, A vigitors’ gallery, with 1000 seats slanting upward, movie style, occupies one-third of the chamber. ““This is the most fascinating thing,” Peggy said, indicating a dial by each microphone.
| Secret Papers Are Called ‘Gossip’
Subcommittee under oath that the Amerasia Case docue ments were unimportant “teacup gossip.”
The Chinese Nationalist order of battle may have been “teacup. gossip” in 1950 — but would have been invaluable to the Chinese Communists in 1945.
IN SERVICE'S desk at the time of his arrest was a batch of personal correspondence. Several letters were requests to get communications to Chunge king past the censorship,
Most of the letters were full of vindictive references to people like Patrick J. Hurley and to the legitimate Chinese government, warm remarkae about Communist leaders and individuals Some were just plain cryptic.
In the desk. too. was a code worked out for their personal use by Service, Ludden, Davies and Emmerson.
“Snow White" stood for Mme. Chiang, “Harvard” for Commus nist, “asylum” for Washinglon, “Sophomoric, perhaps,” Serve ice told the loyalty board. : There was further evidence against Mark Gayn. While he was being shadowed, “he was seen to enter the Amerasia offices and emerge wi briefcase. With his he boarded a bus. From his brief case he took out several papers, which he read. An FBI agent, peering over his shoulder, could see enough to identify them, They were classified documents. This was the case which the FBI, with caré and energy, “built up. This was. the case which the Justice Department allowed to peter out until only two men received insignificant fines. :
INEXT: Justice in Reverse.
“You see, up there,” pointing to glassed-in booths at the room's second floor level, “are the instanteous interpreters. Ther are five official United Nations languages: English, Spanish, French, Russian and Chinese. “Say someone's making a speech in Spanish. You're a member of the general public, in the visitors gallery. You see the man making the speech. You have a headphone and dial by your seat. If you set the dial to ‘Spanish’ you hear him directly. Switch it to English, you hear the immediate translation in English. Or switch it to Russian . . and so on. Isn't that wonderful?” » - .
IT WAS indeed wonderful, Y admitted, regretting nothing was in session or soon would be, as we continued to the other
similar Council halls, All were done by Scandinavian architects and one—the Economic-Social — rather resembles a refurbished furnace room, what with an odd arrangement of “decorative” pipes and boxes crisscrossing its ceiling. Workers of numerous races and varied accents buzzed up and down elevators and escalators as the tour continued. I noted how disappointingly American they were in dress, manner, and Cok e-sipping habits. Not a turban or sarong or hookah pipe to lend international spice. “That comes this fall,” Peggy reiterated. “At general asseme bly.” ‘
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He Built A Shangri-La Out Of A Rag Rug
By LEONARD RUPPERT
LONG VALLEY.
mes Special Service
N. J., June 10—The daily ordeals
of the commuter—hurrying through breakfast, bucking heavy traffic and rushing to punch a time clock-never did appeal to Robert H. Swackhamer. So he licked them
by creating his own Shangri-La out of a rag rug. ? Now, Mr. Swackhamer "gets up when he wants, loafs when he wants, quits when he wants, spend ail the time he pleases with his family — and still makes a living,
The big idea that made it possible was an ingenious invention that braids rugs through a “contour control” process. A machine sought'since the days of the Pilgrims, it
completely conceals the folds of the braid and results in a rug that looks the same on both sides. Long days and weeks of separation: from® his . pretty wife, Kay, and daughter, Debbie, when he was a regional sales manager for an aircraft company sharpened Swackhamer's desire or a JHushazd-yae together at home. o ' » : - .
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inventor by .nature, he worked long hours, completing hundreds of sketches, before perfecting the device. Finally, it was completed, set up in a. two-story frame building that once had doubled as a meeting hall and blacksmith shop, and the Swackhamers were in business, Mr, Swackhamer's day begins at 7 a. m. when he arises to enjoy a leisurely breakfast. An
hour dter when most of America is bustling to get to work, he slips into a sport jacket and saunters down the road to the shop—only a block away in this village of 500 ‘people in the hills of North Jersey. - . Inside the door of ‘the shop stand She] key to the family’s
shop and show room on the second floor. : " = ” SO FAR, MOST of the sales -havs been within the state. But out-of-state business showing interest and production is stepping up to meet the current trend toward smaller rugs and highly-polished floors. The plant force numbers three and a half. While Mr. Swackhamer runs the machine, Kay winds the cloth on spools and analyzes color patterns and hired hand Jeanie Herbert sews the braid according to color patterns ordered by customers. The “half” member of the force
is now
is 7-year-old Debbie, who is al-
ways handy for odd jobs and advice, Rug - braiding normally continues through the afternoon until 5. But in the summer months, ardent angler Swackhamer can often be found taking a “breather” heside the rippHng stream just outside the ‘shop door. The lanky, easy-going inven-
tor admits that he has scarcely