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Inside Indianapolis By Ed Sovola

“WHAT I wouldn't give for a cool breeze How many times have you heard the statement and made it yourself? I found out what people will give for a cool breeze—nothing. Yes, sir, packaged, untouched-by-human-hand cool breezes went begging when they should have been selling like hot cakes, Sensational ideas are not easy to get, especially when temperature and humidity join forces to break records. In this era of frozen foods and packaged eubes and plastic tubes, frigid breezes in cellophane bags should have been sensational. Just like the sign said, “Sensational new pre-package COOL BREEZES-—10c.” * ¢ @ KROGER Super Market Manager Paul Powell, ho does a volume business across from Victory ld on 16th 8t., thought it was .an excellent hot ither item. _ The Office of Price Stabilization was thrown fo a quandary when I called to see if 10 cents a packaged cool breeze was all right. with the government. © The first official who answered the phone mumbled, “There you have me.” He asked time think it over. i i “While OPS pondered, I went right ahead and rapped my breezes and put them in a deep freeze » Powell made available. A sharp businessman 8 to strike when the temperature is right.

BREEZY VENTURE — A man and packaged cool breezes are not soon parted, "Mr. Inside" learned.

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NEW YORK, June 18—Putting on shinguards and boxing gloves, I interviewed Hungarian actress Lisa Ferraday about her torrid feud with

Hungarian actress Zsa Zsa Gabor. “I'vé been boiling, darling,” Lisa admitted, sizzlingly. “It started when she got a part in the movie ‘Lovely to Look At’ E . Ph: which I was up for. “She ambled down to the cafeteria at M-G-M in Hollywood and said, ‘Darleeing, I'm 80 sorry you didn’t get the part, but you see, they wanted a real beauty.’ “I was livid for a minute.

thought they also wanted an actress. I guess they changed = af the casting’.” RANA. “She also got mad when Miss Gabor somebody asked me which of the Gabors I preferred and I said, ‘George Sanders.” : LB

"MISS FERRADAY decided to air some of this publicly the other night on Joey Adams’ disc Jockey spot (he's subbing for Laraine Day). She e rated on it to me. “Zsa Zsa says she has nice legs,” Lisa continued. “Legs she doesn't need for she talks all the time and doesn’t ever show them because you're always watching her mouth going.” I asked Lisa about Zsa Zsa's age, She says she’s 29. “I'm too loyal to Hungarian womanhood to tell her age, but she’s closer to 39 than 29. She says only champagne touches her lips. If she gets close to me, I will pour a whole bucketful on her head.” One part of the battle was Lisa's refusal to go on Zsa Zsa’'s TV show in. Hollywood, “I said, ‘Certainly not’ ” reported Lisa. “If I want to be photographed badly, I'll make a B picture. It wasn't just a coincidence, darling, that on Zsa Zsa's program, only Zsa Zsa was photographed well.” Zsa Zsa, unfortunately, is in Europe; otherwise we'd have the gals box for some worthy charity. <& oo JOE DI MAGGIO went by auto up to Niagara Falls to visit Marilyn Monroe when her studio wouldn't let her come to NY, ‘Twas the first he's

Americana

‘By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, June 18—-Somebody writes a while back that I have always got the knock in on vegetarians, and prohibitionists, and diet bugs, but especially vegetarians, and how come? It seems like a logical question, phrased politely, and the answer is simple. I just do not.like vegetarians, and prohibitionists, and diet bugs, and especially vegetarians. What I do not like about these people is not their odd bent in diet and amusement, because it is a free country and 2 man can eat grass and drink buttermilk if it pleases him, and reap no holler from me. The thing that makes me sore ; is, deviates from average acceptance seem to be tarred with zn considerable fanaticism. They 2 are all the time running around waving thei arms and hollering, trying to convert the sinner if it kills him in the process.

oP IT IS PROBABLY grandpa’s ornery streak eropping out, but I got dead set against being converted by anybody to anything. I am not imbued with a passion to save the world either from sin or from itself. What constitutes sin is hard to say, and history has shown the human race has been largely mad in its own efforts toward self-destruction. So long as a few basic herd laws are obeyed, such as not stealing from blind orphans and widowed mothers; such as not beating up grandma with her own crutch: such as not sticking up banks and shooting people for fun—so long as you stick within the local and national ordinances laid down by our peers, then you-are pretty much on your own outside. § It is not always necessary or even admirable to love thy neighbor—not if he plays a saxophone for his personal amusement, or keeps setting fire to the apartment house. That is an infringement on the communal privacy, and should be quelled immediately. The same applies to the beating of one’s wife. It may be permissible under certain circumstances, but should not be indulged in if her screams disturb the neighbors, > * » WHICH LEADS ME back to vegetarians and food faddists in general. No sooner does some queer-o come down with an abnormal affection for raw turnip juleps and a sizzling filet of broccoli, than he feels constrained to go forth and ch the strained-spinach gospel to the world. his eyes, a meat-eater is an abomination before the Lord, and must be stamped out ere he corrupt he ron is not content to lock himself an is not content to Into A to munch his fodder and. He must immediately

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STEVE GROSECK, OPS information officer, called then. He said there was no price ceiling on cool breezes,

“But if you start a trend (he sounded skeptical) and your product has an effect on the cost of living, we may be forced to make a ruling” said Mr. Groseck.

I think, he hoped cool air wouldn't sell. He walled about the enforcement problems and the increase in administrative costs his office would encounter if it retailed on a national scale.

“Get your cool breeze here, folks,” I hawked, “only 10 cents a bag. OPS says the price is right.” ! “You feel all right?” asked a Kroger customer as she applied the brakes to her cart. I deftly executed two brisk flips with two bags of breezes in my hands to show her. “What's it supposed to do?” I took a bag of breeze and squeezed it gently against the woman's burning cheek. She recoiled and vanished behind a stack of pineapple cases. * © &

“YOU WANT me to take that breeze home and get my head knocked in?” snapped another housewife. More disappointing remarks followed. Perspiring men and women told me that I should take it easy. g One man wanted to buy cool breezes in bulk. The request threw me for a loop. How are you going to sell breezes in bulk? Silly. Folks wanted to know how long the breeze would last. Would it stay cool until they got it home? A little girl wanted a cool breeze. Her mother, instead of supplying a simple want, shook the youngster, Strong, cool breezes, which I had on the bottom of the freezer, failed to entice the customers. They laughed but they wouldn't buy. ¢ & & MRS. FRED W. SANDER, 322 BE. Walnut’ St, was truly interested. And since I was about to reduce the price for clearance anyway, I gave a free trials breeze. She promised tb give me a testimonial if it worked. Dr. and Mrs. Raymond Rothhaar, Muncie, happy as larks that the mah of the house just received his diploma from the Indiana University School of. Dentistry, would have bought a couple of breezes. Ah, but how can you charge a young couple just starting out in life? The least I could do was give them. a cool breeze and wish them good luck. Mr. Powell was ice cold when he bade me farewell. Can I help it the public won’t buy cool breezes? I'm not licked yet. Cholorophyll is going to be added to the breeze. That will do it.

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Zsa Zsa and Lisa Wage Hot Feud

seen her since she came East, but they've been phoning and we guess that's a help. & 08 JOAN FONTAINE, speaking of a friend of hers known for being emotional, said: “He has a permanent flipped lid.” Sete CRUEL BLOW: A cab driver said to me as | was getting out of his cab, “Aren’t you Earl Wilson?" . . . I admitted it . . . “You know something,” he said, “You look better in your column.” PR db THE MIDNIGHT EARL . .. Hedy Lamarr was a hit on Paul Winchell’s TV stint; afterward, “Jerry Mahoney,” the ventriloquist’s dummy, sent Hedy a note saying, ‘“Meet you later in the woodshed.” ~ Tallulah Bankhead’ll return to radio—the way it looks now-—despite’ previous announcements she'd do only TV... “For Father's Day, I gave my dad my mother,” said Lenore Lemmon. Her

parents have been estranged. She invited each to

dinner with her, without telling the other, then slipped out. I asked Leo Durocher whether it's true he's consulting a numerologist about baseball. “I'd do anything,” laughed Leo, “to win games” . . . Arline Judge's returned to work—she’s doing TV in Hollywood; her son, Wes Ruggles Jr., 19, is studying journalism . The Marrying Kind: Louis Quinn, the disc jockey, and comedienne Christine Nelson; writer Martin Ragaway -and Dojie Whitman, publicist. Both soon.

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TODAY'S CORN: “Where's the coolest spot in town? . . . Polo Grounds . , , Because of all the fans there.”—Jimmy Savo. “We TODAY'S BEST BRAGGING: Bob Olin tells of a Texas millionaire who found a pearl in an oyster—and complained. > db EARL'S PEARLS , , . “If all the presidential candidates were laid end to end,” says Henny Youngman, “They'd get up and start speaking.” <> oo & COMEDIAN JACK E. LEONARD told some midgets out at the Riviera, “I suppose these jokes are going over your heads” , , . That's Earl, brother.

Cranks and Faddists Misuse Democracy

dishing lobby which assaults me hip and thigh

every time I mention the word meat.

The same seems to be true of the organized drys, a bunch of withered old male-and-female women who wink at a corruption in order to impress teetotalism on a flock of rank strangers. They do not care if the bootlegger thrives and the politics rot, or if the wilful patronizer of the illegal guy goes blind. Stamp. out the demon rum, they cry, and proceed to kick down the walls of the temple. oid THE MAIN REASON I do not crave the custom of fanatics of any stripe is they carry intolerance to all aspects of other people's living. I have never admired people who tamper with other people's faiths, either, because in my book a man’s religion is as much his own business as his choice in wives, food or beverage. I like meat, and I like liquor, and what I like best is my right to like it.I do not like movements or lobbies or pressure groups of any kind, The greatest gift of God is freedom—freedom to chart your own course, be it for good or awful where the individual is concerned. The next greatest gift is privacy of personal conduct. Nossir, he said politely, I don’t like vegetarfans—or anybody else who inflicts his private idiosyncrasies on the nearest passerby. Tolerance forever, cry I, and the first star-eyed crank who violates it in my backyard is sucking areund for a bruise.

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q—We planted verbenas in a window-box. They get plenty of sin but are growing tall and leggy. Could we pinch them back to make them spread out?—Mrs. V, J. Van Reeken, 5330 Woodside Dr. A—Verbenas will spread eventually. But pinchIng back will help. Since your plants are leggy (this reader did not fertilize her window box soil but used garden soil of doubtful fertility) try us-

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WEDNESDAY, JUNE 18, 1952

‘SOMEONE WHO WILL MELT YOUR HEART'—

Broadway Fame For A Boy Of ©

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By MURIEL FISCHER NEW YORK, June 18— Two years ago a little boy crouched on the floor of a taxicab to get a better first

view of New York's panorama of skyscrapers and night lights. Today, 9-year-old Bobby Mariotti’s name spills over that scene from the marquee of the Morosco Theater. “New York's like magic,” the wide-eyed, awed youngster declared on first sight of the city of lights. And today Bobby casts his own brand of magic as he steps into the role of the rambunctious Howay in the fantasy play, “Mrs. McThing.” As an added touch to the fairy tale happenings of Master Mariotti, his stage-mother, Helen Hayes, has become his “second-mother” in real life. For, Bobby now shares the home of the actress and her writer-husband, Charles MacArthur. Bobby, however, accepts these tall-order events of his young life with the boyish attitude of inevitability. “It all happened because I lost a pair of scissors,” he sums up with a smile. Two years ago Bobby was living with his deaf mute parents in Bridgeport, Conn.” And,

one day, scissors. He and his mother and sister went to a local store to purchase "a n pair. It was Bobby who expertly interpreted the sale for his mother and the storekeeper. With his eyes, his hands and his innately eloquent voice, he made clear the transaction. He also made his acting debut.

he lost a pair of

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touched by the poignant scepe. The woman, Miss Gertrude Cohen, was also convinced that the poised youngster had true theater talent. And in the back of her mind was the memory of a newspaper notice about the producers of “Member of the Wedding” seeking a T7-year-old boy for the bespectacled role of John Henry. The notice quoted the producers as searching for “someone who will melt your heart.” With melted heart and firm convictions, Miss Cohen arranged with Bobby's parents to take the boy to New York-for the auditions. The parents gave

their permission readily and in.

writing. But Bobby's haircut —his mother had sheared his blond curls—resulted in a case of laryngitis for the lad.

~ ” 2 BY THE time Bobby arrived in New York, the John Henry

Brandon de Wilde when he played the same role.

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role belonged to another starfated 7-year-old—Brandon De ° Wilde. :

However, the producers agreed to give the Mariotti boy a “reading.” Bobby read—

with his voice, his hands and his eyes—those eloquent tools of interpretation he had mastered as @ child conveying the - events of the day to parents who could neither speak nor hear,

The pP8ducers were impressed by Bobby's innate acting abil- _ ity. They assigned him as understudy to Brandon De Wilde. From there on, Bobby just followed in Brandon's footlighted footprints. 4 ” ” » WHEN BRANDON left the “Wedding” cast to assume the derby-sporting role of Howay in “Mrs. McThing” — Bobby picked up John Henry's specs and went on-tour with Ethel Waters, Then, when Brandon left for Hollywood for the filming of “Member of the Wedding”—the ANTA producers of “Mrs. McThing” didn’t have to search far for a replacement. Bobby made his “Mrs. MecThing” début this month. He joined the MacArthurs of Nyack in May. Every day he commutes from school to work. with Helen Hayes. In between,

there's time to romp with Ja- .

OUR UNSTABLE STAKE IN MOROCCO . . . No. 2—

Ancient Customs Hurt Freedom Plea

By ROSETTE HARGROVE RABAT, Morocco, June 18 —“T fell in love with my wife three years after we were married,” the young son of a Pasha confided to me the other day. “Now we

are very happy and have three children.”

The tender irony here is the *

irony of Morocco today -—a country bound by centuries-old manners and morals trying to break out into the glittering dazzle of the 20th Century. The Pasha’s son, educated for seven years in Europe and completely sold on modern ways, had returned home to Rabat with big ideas. But the old ties were too strong. His father informed him that a bride had been picked for him and that they would be married in three weeks. And they were, sight unseen. The young couple didn’t lay eyes on each other until the wedding day.

” ” ” BUT AT least the Pasha's son had an enlightened viewpoint about the rights of the individual, though he failed to stick by it. The women of Morocco, on the other hand, are 80 sealed off from the world behind their veils and ancient customs that they seem hardly human by Western standards. Whether she lives luxuriously in a palace attended by slaves (there are slaves here), in a miserable shack in shanty-town, or in a tent on the desert, woman’s lot in Morocco is all the same. She owns nothing. She is the obedient servant of her lord and master, whose word is law, He can denounce her for any

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VEILED WOMEN line up for medicine at a hospital in Morocco, where woman's lot symbolizes the country's backwardness.

reason whatsoever, and there's nothing she can say in her &efense. He can bring as many women as he wants info the house, She can't even complain, The average Moroccan woman can neither read nor write. And the Moslem tradition of protecting women from dangers outside the home keeps all but a relatively few young girls out of school. Last year, out of a total population of some 8,500,000 people, only 24,000 Moroccan girls attended Franco-Mos-lem schools. y » » FOR A country now rumbling with discontent under

French rule and striving for independence and self-govern-ment, the plight of Moroccan women is particularly unfortunate. Especially, when it calls attention to a general national backwardness which the French, at least, believe would fatally hamper a Morocco trying to govern itself in the modern world. And with an investment of nearly a half-billion dollars in five military airfields in this North African - country, the United States naturally is interested in a strong, healthy Morocco. This matter of health, taken

mie, 14 (adopted by the couple when he was 1), and the three dachshunds. On occasions he takes a plunk in the nearby Hudson River.

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“HE'S JUST taken over the whole house,” Miss Hayes mused between makeup applications the other night. “But he's the most enchanting boy. And such talent. It makes your hair stand on end.”

In his own dressing room next door, Bobby's hair was sort of standing on end as he engaged with boyish enthusiasm in the task of getting his sneakers “ruffed up and dirty” for his new role. He likes to act, else he wouldn't do it. “And besides,” he added, “you never can tell— I might be a star, myself, some day.” “And some day,” he went on, “I might have a big house in the city-—just like the stars. And I'll make my parents rich

Bobby and Helen Hayes go over the script’ together.

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and they'll have a big house, too. Some day.”

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BOBBY manages to see his family as often as time allows. And, onte his parents “saw” him perform when “Wedding” toured New Haven.

Meanwhile, he said, he's wonderfully happy with the MacArthurs. His only problem, though, he explained was how to address the actress. “I can't very well call her Mother or Helen,” he acknowledged with a grimace. “And ‘Miss Hayes’ sounds so formal.” He opened his gray eyes wide.~“I know,” he announced, “I'll call her Queen Victoria.”

Just then Master Mariotti was being called on stage. As he walked out of his dressing room, Bobby gave a backward glance to the table cluttered with boys’ things. A pair of shears rested openwise beside a ball of string. Bobby smiled— and exited.

UNVEILED GIRLS learn embroidery in a Moroccan school. But most Moroccan girls stay home, never learn to read or write.

in its literal sense, is also a matter of concern. The French have made considerable medical progress in Morocco. But they have had to battle continuously against native superstition which even today holds that the skins of toads and snakes are great curealls. Dr. Georges Sicault, health, director in- Morocco, is satisfied with what his department has. accomplished in recent years, handicapped as it was by lack of funds. 8 8 =» HE POINTS out that whereas 10,000 natives died during a typhus plague in a single region

By Oskar Lebeck

Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column in The Sunday Times

ing some fertilizer solution on your window box. Get a flower garden (high phosphate) type. Proper soil management will go a long way to control legginess. I'm such a firm believer in slathering phosphates onto flower gardens that one year I had a dwarf cynoglossum that blossomed before it got its neck out of the ground. The remedy was easy—however. I just mulched it with a little

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MY NAME IS JOAN HARRIS, BUT IT REALLY 18 VANA! 1...1 AM AN AGENT, A-A SPY IN YOUR COUNTRY! 1'M SEEKING

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in 1911-1912, there are now only five or six cases of typhus recorded each year. The incidence of trachoma and syphillis has been cut to 15 or 20 per cent as compared with 80 per cent in former years. :

There are now 34 hospitals, with a total of 9284 beds in the principal cities, and 26 more hospitals in the rural districts. Twenty mdbile medical units serve the remote districts. A total of 367 doctors and 1072 nurses are employed by the Public Health Service. In 1951 the health budget was over $10 million and more than one million Moroccans were treated. : And it should be noted that all Moslem and Jewish Moroccans are treated free in Health Service institutions, ‘ But here again appears a weakness that seems to lie with the Moroccans themselves. Dr. Sicault points out that only

- about 10 Moroccan doctors are

now practicing in their coun

Native medical ts, he says, are not as Ir in hospital, work as they are im SphcialiEing fic. Thre ar: o8 medicine 3 é mn ] us