Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 June 1952 — Page 19

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SPECIAL BULLETIN-«Situstion sort of con fused. Seeds, odd earth, fertilizer are well in ads Pupils front may be stabilized any day.

; immediate response of friends who want up the growth of nl 3 me to plant, grow, harvest, enter a id in with use of electhe State Muck Crop Show. Och S831 1 Nar, Lroales. TH ave 10 eivetigaie to See of 1e's

panes, has given me the courage of a champion. Shrinking-vine complex away. , Roacoe Fraser, extension horticulturist at Pur@ue University, sent a sack of seeds so quickly, Fm inclined to think a Boilermaker distance runner was the bearer. A request was made for one of his prized seeds. Mr, Fraser sent a package and now it’s up to me to choose the best, That will be difficult since I don't know .one pumpkin seed from another. - Choosing the best plot of ground for planting will be tough enough. John Maxwell, 4029 S. Meridian Bt., has a large plot which he said would Be excellent, | ¢ &

CHARLES R. OGLE, owner of Electronic Rectiflers, Inc, 2102 Spann Ave., has a couple of lots ext | fo his shop which he will gladly turn over Mr. Ogle has vegetables, rose bushes &nd

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It Happened Last N ight

By Ear Ison

NEW YORK, June 14-'Bachelors—take to the hills. The old maids are a-comin’—and they're likely to. kill your pontificating president. Jack Blatt, pregident of the Bachelor Society.

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lehem, N.H. July 4. In inviting "America’s hus-pand-hungry spinsters to look over his bachelors —who'll be paraded and hauled around in carts 1fke livestock—President Blatt has issued several “hints” to the old maids. “Every man is entitled,” he says, “to a wife § to 10 years younger than he is. “The girls shouldn't be too fussy, because at their age and their income, some of them can’t afford to be fussy, . > 4% 5 “THEY DON'T approach bachélors right. They forget that men marry for love, Women marry for love and 18 other reasons . . . starting with money.” Bachelor Blatt, who, it will be seen, is the soul of diplomacy, claims he wants a wife. All bachelors want wives, he says. He invited Bachelors Adlai Stevenson, J. Edgar Hoover, Richard B, Russell and Mel Allen—all of whom are ‘busy.” However, Gov. Stevenson replied it is “high time the bachelors of Ameérica had their own convention and I only wish I could accept.” “Naturally, the wife should be considerably younger,” Mr. Blatt told me. “Why.” 1 happen to be two years older than my bride. “Because women are smarter and stronger than men of their age—but men retain interest longer. A woman of 60 is retired and thinking of her grandchildren. A man of 80 is still active and thinking of somebody’s granddaughter.” “But why should a woman have to accept an older man?” I asked. ¢ > 9 “MANY OF THEM were gelfish when young. They wouldn't go through hardships with a man struggling to be successful. Now they're on the shelf and have to také what they. can get.” ~ “You're blaming women for being old maids,” 1 said.

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, June 14—I cherish a Sadness for the passing of a woman I never knew, a lady named Kay Brush, who was parcel to a time I never knew except at a distance. This Katherine Brush, who just died, was friend to my slightly older friends; they called her Kay and so shall L Kay Brush was the distaff gounterpart of the Scott Fitzgerald writing school. ‘She was in the fraternity, and aceepted, of the beautiful-and-damned group, which magnified its own triviality into what passed then for importance. Her most important work was a volume called “Young Man of Manhattan.” It was a rather badly written story about a drunken and trresponsible sports writer who seemed to typify the town of New York at that drunken, gay and irresponsible time. I have read thé book récently; possibly for the tenth time, in an effort to look backward at § périod that has largely escaped my understanding. I lifted the skirts of the counterpane on this book, in a sincere attempt to see if there was more to it than I remembered from 20 years ago. There isn’t, There wasn’t then, either. SH i AND SO we launch into the thesis that the go-to-hell-in-a-basket bunch or the allegedly Roaring Twenties was possibly the naiveest flock of rebels that ever busted loose from yesterday's apron strings. The chroniclers of that time wrote wickedness Tdnto a shot of bootleg gin, and romanticized such dull types as shiftless minor sports writers imnto Admirable Crichtons. The shoddy preblems of Miss Brush’'s people would bore the conductor of an agony column today. I read just about everything Kay Brush wrote, and she wrote a lot. The stuff she wrote for newspapers seemed to carry more than what she stuck in her books, and this is not supposed to Be the way it works. Seemed to me she was always just a little bit behind the pitcher in the books, and they would have shown better in the old Liberty magazine under the name of Ursuld Parrott. - . $b BH Se THE TRUE and basic stuff of the era of wonderful nonsense was not éaptured by the novel authors in the main, so well as it was tied together by: the off-beat specialists. Paul Gallico’s “Farewell to Sports,” even on today’s reading, has more full fiavor of the times than a gross of novels. The reminiscent columns of Westbrook

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back a dozen years Or more, can tell you how it was and what it tasted, felt and smelled like. ;

Mrs, Robert Smith, 3337 N. Penasylvania St. Has a rich hunk of real estate she saysis idea! and in respect to fertility, will match anything the muck farmers up north have. My old friends in West Newton, the Howard Blanks, R, R. 7, offered “all the spate you need” on their farm. I know the place well, A couple of years ago Mr, and Mrs. helped me find out how many squirts it takes to milk a cow. Jack Myers, R. R. 1, Plainfield, claims he has the “blackest dirt in the 12 nearest counties.” He tore down a cow barn.

The trick is to choose-the best plot, one I =

can get to fast and often. That means sampling, testing and stuff. Mr. Fraser wrote that “You will need to know a female bloom from a male. Well, the base of the female blossom is énlarged as per drawing.”

Gad, what am I getting into? o>

Horace Abbott, Marion County Agricultural Agent, promised the help of his department and said he would like to see someone from Marion County walk off with the pumpkin contest in Nappanee, I don’t know. Mr, Frazer reported the biggest pumpkin last year weighed 60 pounds and he belfeves this year it will take 100 pounds and over to win. I better shoot for 200 pounds. Two hundred pounds of pumpkin may be awkward to ‘walk with, ® © 9

“MAKE SURE there are plenty of bees where you plant your seed,” advised Mr. Abbott. “Bees will fertilize the blossoms.” No expense will be sparéd as far as fertilizer is concernéd. If the beés don't co-operate-—gad, I'm ruined. The Coutity Agent advised getting cedar shavings to spread on the hills around the roots to keep the beetles and bugs from chewing up the vine and pumpkin. Anyone have an old cedar chest they don't want? Soaking the s6il with water or skim milk each week has been recommended in a Purdue University pumpkin bulletin, Mr, Fraser wrote that he heard of “feeding milk to pumpkins by cutting off part of the leaf and sticking the stem in a quart of milk. Sounds fishy to me but it is a standard story.” Facts are what I want and need most now, not Stories. And least of all I need canned pumpkin. Somebody sent me two large cans of Monarch pumpkin. “Just in case your project fizzles, you can exhibit the cans,” wrote the sender. The note was unsigned. No jokes, please. I'm in this to the end.

Husband Hunt New Sport for Spinsters

“I am,” said the Prez, giving me a proud look. “Some, women,” I pointed out, “think you bachelors are just too stingy to marry.” ._ “Oh, now wait,” blazed Bachelor Blatf, a re-

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‘me-double-whai-it-costs-you to-Hve taking girls out to dinner every night . . .” “I fully expect many marriages to result,” Bachelor Blatt says, “I expect to find a wife myself. “Rather,” he says, “T expect for a wife to find me. For as somebody said, ‘A man picks a wife like an apple picks a farmer’.” > > @

THE MIDNIGHT EARL . . . Joan Blondell may soon take herself another husband-—-good-looking, well-fixed Nicky Darvas, of the brilliant European dance team of Darvis & Julia, now getting $4000 a week at the Latin Quarter. They now “consider themselves engaged,” and “dre planning to marry,” though it may be denied and even changed. Joan was formerly married to Dick Powéll and Mike Todd. Mr. Darvas, one of Europe's N best-dressed men, has a degree Miss Blondell jn gociology from the University of Budapest. He wants Joan to give up her career. : Faye Emerson's through with half-hour TV. Wants to do only 15 minutes.

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ACTRESS LENORE LONERGAN, gal lead in “Of Thee 1 Sing,” was boiling an egg the other day—when her cat jumped on the stove. Lenore saved the cat, but burned her arm. Her understudy, pretty Jean Bartel (the ex-Miss América from California) stepped in. She played it beautifully.

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TAFFY TUTTLE was telling Lionel Hampton, “what this country heeds i& an ash tray that looks like one.” . . . That's Earl, brother.

Were These 20°s Really Roaring?

the Kay Brushes made was trying tc write about it when they were in it—before they had a chance to weigh it a little bit. The late Miss Brush was WprRing on a book called “Lover Come Back” when she died. I haven't seen the proofs and don't know the subject matter, but I will lay some odds it is the best book she ever wrote. ¢ + ¢ WE HAVE NOT come up recently with apy authors who will go to grave with the stamp of our time printed on the headstone, because I think our time is a little bit more difficult to simplify than the gin-and-whoopee era that some of our writers immortalized. The reason is pretty easy. If you looked hurt and drank too much in the old days, that made you & representative author. Everybody looks hurt apd drinks too much today, and there ain't enough room- for that many historians. Ofthand, I would hazard that the writers of the-’20s and ’'30s got away with more literary murder than any paid scriveners of all history. They sat down and scribbled the way ordinary dull people were. They sanctified trivial sex and enshrimed booze, and they called it realism, and théy made problems out of shaky fingers and unwilling cuff links. > & THEY MADE high art out of hangovers, and discovered the bathroom, and plumbeéd the potential of the four-letter word, amd this made them literary. They had it easy, but mostly they never had it very good, and they're mostly all gone now: If T were Dorothy Parker, dnd were writing a requiem for Kay Brush, I would do something about the fact that Kay Brush once wrote‘a fulllength book about a woman—Ilater made into a movie with Jean Harlow-based on the fact that girls with red-hair were dramatically different. And somewhere I would mention Clara Bow.

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q—Coming here from Texas we wonder what to do about pruning both French hybird and oldfashion Hlacs in our present yard. Woodside Drive. A—Do any pruning right away. Lilacs are already packaging up their next séason’s flowerbuds. Cut out any crowding suckers or very old crowded stalks at grouml level. If the Freneh hybirds are grafted on privet you'll need to get rid of all sucker growth. (You may have to let one or two suckers grow to find out whether they are grafted or own-root lilacs.) If the oldfashioned one is growing too tall and leggy, cut back part of the tallest ches, Cut just above a leaf . Fertilize with completa chemical fertilizer (flower garden or high phosphate type) now. Then mulch with sell conditioning and enriching material such as old manure or ground cobs. Properly balanced plant food will go a

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BOND BUYERS—People Hinahge Liberty Bonds from Douglas Fairban! > ma wry

SUNDAY, JUNE 15, 1952

CK JACK" —Gen. John J. Pershing lays War 8

VIVE LA FRANCE=French Premier Rene Viviani

HOME FROM WORLD WAR |—Troop train

soldiers arrives at Union St

THE WINNER—Ray Harroun in his Marmon

ation.

winning 1911 "500-Mile Race."

By LLOYD B. WALTON

HARRY COBURN started shooting movies ‘about 1009 with a camera he and a friend built.

These films, carefully preserved and stored in a vault, are now being reproduced and distributed by the Indiana State Library through a grant by the Lilly Endowment, Inc. A series “of reels depicting happenings in Indianapolis during and after World War 1 along with movies of the early 500-Mile Races .will be shown to Indianapolis public schools, libraries and some of the state colleges. Mr. Coburn has been working in his basement laboratory carefully editing the old film, assembling the negatives and inserting titles. The 35 mim. negatives are being reproduced in a Chicago laboratory where they dre reduced to 16 mm. for showing in standard projectors. The aging photographer—he's now 72 and as.active ag he

1 think the mistake that the Fitzgeralds and long way toward controlling ungainly growth. was 40 years ago-—likes to rem

inisce about the old days of shooting movies and how he got started in photography.

“PHOTOGRAPHY has been my life,” he said. “And I'd rather you talked about my work instead of me.”

“I was born and raised in Indianapolis,” he continued. “When I was 10 years old I bought a suit of clothés at the old Saks Co. at Pennsylvania and Washington Sts. I didn't really need the suit, but they were giving a free camera with every suit sold.

“The camera was a little pinhole job and there were six dry. plates with it. I opened the plates up in the light and looked at them before reading the instructions, Then I ‘found out they had to be handled under a dim red light. “I can still remember the first picture I shot with it,” he laughed. “My dad had a beautiful new barn on Delaware St. and I wanted a picture of it. There wasn't any viewfinder on the camera; so 1 just pointed

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exposure in bright sunlight. And when I got the shot finished all I had was a picture of the barn door.” h ” rn .

Mr. Coburn's “next pur-

chasé was 4 camera that cost.

$5. He madé a picture of some colts In a pasture and entered the print in a contest. The picture won a $5 prize.

“Then I was really in the photography business for keeps,” he sald. Mr. Coburn then went to

work for several photographers including the Pouder Studio on Massachusetts Ave. His chief interest was people; so he concéntrated on learning portraiture.

“EVERYONE Hked my work,” he said. “But there was only one thing wrong. Every time they came in to ask for me, they would ask for ‘that boy.’ 1 got tired of being called a boy; so I grew a mustache. “At that time $22 was top money,” he added. “But I. got married and furnished my house real nicely on it.”

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Then the movie craze started sweeping the country. Mr. Coburn wanted to shoot movies but there were only a few movie cameras in existence

and they were -all privately owned. “A FRIEND of mine came

here from California,” Mr. Coburn said. “And we decided to make our own camera, We took the picture head from ‘dn old Edison projector, a few pléces of good wood, some brass fittings and a lens and pretty soon had a fairly good camera.” Mr. Coburn was the official photographer for the Indianapolis Motor Speedway during the first few years of the: 500Mile Race. He shot both the movies and still shots of the cars and drivers. “At that time my studio. was at the corner of North and Meridian Sts, where the War

NOW=—Mr. Coburn at 72 with fw of bis old movie cameras. :

Memorial is now,” he said. -“T .

shot the movies out at the track, drove ‘into town with them, did a hurry-up job of

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WAR MONEY—Closely guarded War Chest placed on south side of the Monument.

Then I pedaled down to the Circle Theater as fast as I could and old Mae (Mr, McCormick, the manager) was waiting out in front for me. : “Mac ran inside to the prbjection booth, and no matter what film was showl he stopped the projector put the Speedway movies on.” » » un

MR. «OOBURN is ' credited

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with being the first newsreel i

photographer ‘in Indianapolis and of operating the first movie laboratory here.

He i8 now retired, but de-

lights in getting out His ane. .

tors_to his home at 3340 Park Ave. He can also discuss | of the technicalities of operation or of phic: “H also quite proud ot tha e is more than 200,000 feet of 3 pongo foo Bi oi 1 Indianapolis history - amount of film if reduced mm. for na

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