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correctional stitution also have an opportunity to learn that recognition follows achievement, a long step in leading a useful life as a free citizen. It is safe to say that the second annual commencement exercises honoring 60 men who have completed requirements for eighth grade diplomas were impressive. I used the word as I left the auditorium after the program. Gov. Henry F. -Schricker used the word in the hall of the administration building. 4 . Purdue University President Frederick L. Hovde was “highly impressed” as he spoke fo friends around the refreshment table set up on the beautiful lawn in front of the reformatory. Ciel . A CITIZEN hopes the graduates were impressed and inspired with the interest free society has in their welfare and rehabilitation. : Guests, prison and state officials, relatives of the graduates met in the administration building prior to the commencement exercises. As much as security precautions would allow, prison flavor was removed. Everyone registered, Be Dumhered card with his name. Théy sse rou three ste y a, g el doors on the way to The Indiana Reformatory band provided the music. Thomas R. White, retired chaplain of the reformatory, gave the invocation. It must have been a memorable night for the beloved former chaplain who ministered to the spiritual needs of the inmates for 16 years. LE GREGG RANSBURG, vice president of the + board of trustees of the reformatory, dedicated 2 portrait of Chaplain White, which was painted by an inmate. / In honor of the occasion and Chaplain White, the band played a march, “Little Irishman,” composed and arranged by two inmates and members of the band. ' Mr. Ransburg paid high tribute to the chaplain's influence over the inmates and explained why the school bears his name. “It will be a liv-

It Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, June 20—Daddy took Slugger to Brooklyn to see the ball game. Daddy must be a little bit crazy. Daddy was worried about Sluggie not caring to see ball games, Daddy wanted to straighten that out. _Happy Felton, the plump TV fellow, invited us ‘over. He runs the Loew's MGM Knothole Gang, We could watch the Dodgers beat Cincinnati, and see his Knot-Holers knot-holing. “Want to go?” Daddy asked Slug. “Not particularly.” He was polite, though. He didn’t shrug. Slug loves to play ball with Daddy in the freshly painted foyer till Mommy screams at ‘em, but he doesn’t care to Mr. Felton

watch. : “We'll see Jackie Robinson and Campanella.” Shrug by Slug. > Sd. %

DADDY WINCES. As a kid on an Ohio farm «too far from Cincinnati, Cleveland, Columbus and Toledo to see the pros—Daddy had to wait till. he was 18 when he saw some at Ft. Wayne,

Ind. He'd stand in the barnyard though, batting

walnuts with a broomstick, imagining he’ was Eddie Roush or Tris Speaker. Over the cowshed was a home run. “You could be with the Knothole Gang,” Daddy said to Slug. No shrug by Slug. ; “Could I take Jimmy Trager? Could we wear our uniforms? . . . Yippeeee, Yippeeeee!” So we started out, but Daddy knew it'd be a failure, ‘cause Slug would want to legve after two innings. Pretty soon Happy Felton’s got us right down in the Brooklyn dugout introducing us to Robinson, Campanella, Peewee Reese, Duke Snider, Andy Pafko, Clem Labine and the rest. Slug picks up a big bat and wayes it. “He's got a good swing,” somebody says. It's Daddy who says it. We watched the Knot-Holers working out with Bobby Morgan, the third baseman, and then we watched the ball game—and Daddy hoped Shug wouldn't get restless and want to leave. ¢ © SLUG DIDN'T. But Daddy did. Daddy started to doze. Once Daddy was wakened by a terrific roar of applause. Must have been a great Brooklyn play, he thought. Nope. The Brooklynites were cheering the

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, June 20—You pick up the papers with the screaming headlines, with the show of violente paramount, and you wonder what itis that chews at a man so he viciously runs amok. It seem# unreal; you cannot understand the basic psychology of mass murder, of what drives the man over the cliff. 1 am in the unusual position of having sat in on an impending multiple murder for more than 20 years. A friend sent some clippings the other day. They told how one of my oldest and best buddies, a fraternity brother from way back yonder, % had slain his wife, his baby, and himself. He had also attempted to kill his dog. 01d Stokes—we will call him ° Stokes, because Stokes was the nom d’aventure he always used when he wound up in disreputable but funny places—was what the world might call a happy man. He was wealthy, and he was competent to increase it. His enterprises were many, and he made himself a millionaire before he as 40. & PF, o° HE HAD A lavishly appointed new house. He had a pretty wife. He had a nice new baby daughter. He flew his own plane. He bad no serious formal vices that I recall. He was a mild drinker. He liked to hunt. So far as I knew he was healthy. And then one early morn, boom. He takes down a gun and he shoots his sleeping baby —after fixing her bottle—and: he shoots his sick wife and he shoots his dog and he shoots himself. Nobody will ever know why he was suddenly pressed to such a desperate crescendo of action. ‘ In this thing I am sort of the third man. There were three of ys. There was Jimmy, the sunny one, the lad with the big grin and the clumsy feet and the cowlicked hair whom everybody regarded as the all-American boy. There was Stokes—quiet, unusually reserved, a hoarder of emotion. There was noisy me, the ham, who was noisiest when he was scaredest. ¢ & 2 STOKES BATTENED onto Jim for social support. ‘So did I. It seemed that the big oaf was our bastion against the early insecurity that afflicts the young. Stokes was shy, and quiet, I was real timid, and noisy. Jim was just natural, a self-confident puppy who wagged his tail and lit, up the room with his smile. We followed in / his wake, which war usually strewn with sbattered furniture. Jim was one of those real nice guys who are sarly marked for death. I was in no wise surprised when I checked in with Stokes during the war and was informedsJim had copped a bomb Gn i AC A Ee a was permanently gone. This ng a deep affect on Stokes. It was as if somebody had

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Reformatory School Awards 60 Diplomas

rd i erime. Inmates of In- Ing memorial to unselfish service,” said Mr. Rans-

Gov. Schricker was visibly moved when he congratulated the graduates and thanked those who were responsible for establishing the school. “From the people of Indiana, God bless you,” Gov. Schricker said. “Thank you boys for your help.” ? S ¢ © AN OUTSIDER found it difficult to imagine the men who have taken advantage of the educational opportunities offered them, to disregard the import of the Chief Executive's words, They have achieved recognition through effort as wards of the state. The door to further achievement and reward was open to them as free men. President Hovde had many brilliant thoughts as the principal speaker. He spoke of the things all men seek--health, happifiess and love, affection and friendship. “These things can't be given or purchased. They are obtained by working for them,” said President Hovde ; He spoke of freedom of thought which knows no limitations. He mentioned restrictions are placed on action. “We're not free to act in our society with complete disregard to rules and regulations,” added Mr. Hovde, who earlier called himself a prisoner of Purdue because of {he “demands of my job.” oo

THE GRADUATES were told that the world wants competent people and as far as love, friendship, affection were concerned, “the more you give the more comes back to you.” Wearing dress trousers, white shirts and neckties, the graduates presented a picture of stability, pride and confidence. Eagerly some of the young men sought out members of their families as they walked with their diploma§ to their seats. They were na different in this respect from the lad you know in your neighborhood. Supt. Ward Lane presented the diplomas. “Men,” he said, “I can’t tell you how proud I am of this program arranged in recognition of your time spent in study and self-improvement.” Like Gov. Schricker said, “Many things have been accomplished. There is much more that can be done.” Regardless, Indiana can be proud of the Thomas R. White School. We're not wearing seven league boots yet. We are, however, walking in the right direction.

Even the Bums Can Be Boring

scoreboard—which showed the Giants losing to St. Louis. Daddy wondered if there was a RQJfte way to go home. Slug~—who is now “announcing” the game-—— said: “Daddy, after the game can we go down on the ffeld and run the bases?” Daddy gritted his false teeth. Just then an announcer who must have been reading Daddy's mind said: ‘Spectators are reminded they are not permitted on the playing field after the game.” “Shucks,” snorted Sluggie. “Aw, that's too bad,” said Daddy, the liar. Half an hour after the game, Daddy and two boys could be seen tramping the streets of Bropklyn trying to find the way back to Man-

hattan. Moral: Boys will be baseball bugs. eB oD THE MIDNIGHT EARL . .. Frank Sinatra

and Ava may go to Europe for a year and a half. Frankie, here alone for a couple of days, denied the usual “split” rumors and reported on Ava’s looks as a blonde: “That dame would look beautiful in a football helmet.” WW will reclaim the 9 pm spot on radio & TV on ABC in the fall, it appears now... .. Want to make a political bet? (We don’t.) But a local friend of Ike has accumulated $51,000 to bet even money that, “if Taft is nominated he will not be elected against anybody; if Ike is nominated, he will be elected against anybody.” , . . Judy Lynn is tops in “Top Banana.” : a de THE BURGESS MEREDITHS named their daughter “Tala”—it’s Finnish. Burgess, long a playboy, is now a real parent who worries about. his kids if he doesn'{see 'em overnight ... On the Edge of the Ledge: Leora Dana and Kurt Kazner of the theater . . . Actress Nancy Guild and husband, Producer Ernie Martin, rented a car for part of the trip, then paid a $20 taxi bill, to get into N.Y. from Easthampton during ‘the LIRR strike. While Joan Blondell was dating Darvas, the dancer, at the Latin Quarter, her son, Norman Powell (Dick’s son) was dating the French beauty Danielle Lamarr, also of the show. They want Toots Shor to lecture at Cornell on restauranting. His friends are afraid he'll accept. The House probers found out some of the leading B'wayites helped Gerhardt and Hans Eisler get visas when they were under suspicion. Their names will probably come out. dood ae EARL'S PEARLS . . . According to Rob't. Q Lewis, a husband has one thing to fear: Alimony —wife-time payments, . . . That's Earl, brother.

Man and Emotion: An Explosive Mix

stolen his spare personality. His escape hatch was locked, shut tight by Jimmy's death. In a letter from a relative, I read, concerning the triple tragedy of poor old Stokes: “There is no reason anyone can possibly fathom. I think if Jimmy had lived it wouldn't have happened. He was always Stokes’ anchor to windward . . > aa POSSIBLY THERE is hindsight here, but even in college days there was a brooding shadow of death over the two—Jim, the happy one, Stokes the tightly contained morose one. It was as palpable as a smell. Ernie Pyle was the sort who carried it with him, too. I knew Ernie was already dead weeks before he was killed at Ie Shima, and go did Ernie. On Guam we used to sit and talk about the impossibility of his living through the war. This is certainly a morbid column, with no conclusions drawn, and no point in its writing, except I have sat for some years on the perimeter of sudden death, and I want to discard some of its taint by talking about it. I have lost the early circle of friendship to airplane and cancer, to tuberculosis and heart disease, to murder and war and suicide, 2nd I'm getting to feel a touch lonely. I feel I know what caused an artist friend to go out of a window; I can possibly explain or at least rationalize why the Jims and Ernies get killed in wars. But I cannot really understand the violent explosion of poor old Stokes, although I lived with the impression of his eventual doom for 20 years. Whatever caused it must have been horrible beyond the understanding of living man, and I hope it's better now,

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q—1 was told always to use soap in a spray. Why? High School Rd. A—Soap powders or detergents (chemical “goap”) spread the spray out so it armors the plant. Water solutions alone tend to form little droplets leaving parts of the plant quite unprotected. Q—Is there any way an amateur can tell the cocoon of a cecropia moth from the cocoon of a luna moth? Allisonville Rd. . A—Luna cocoons are usually at the ground under leaves, are oval shape, about as long as your thumb, rounded on each end, light cream color. Cecropia spins its cocoon on a branch, It's light brown, longer than luna, wider at one end. Q—~When should you pinch back cushion murns? Mrs, Lee Figg, 120 8. Butler. A—If they are the true cushion mums 1 wouldn't pinch them back at all. For they begin to bloom very early. However, if they are simply low-growing mums, follow the same system as for tall cutting mums. Pinch back when they are 8 inches high, again as needed up to July 1st. sure they get enough plant food to control ~~

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+ A YEAR'S MILK SUPPLY—Mrs. James C. Shea and Margaret, 6, and 1456 quarts of milk delivered by Borden's

By ED KENNEDY How much milk does it take for a family of five to get their proper requirements? : To find an average family the Borden Co. got out its books and found that the James C. Shea family, 2441 E. 58th St., N. Drive, drank almost the exact quantity of milk recommended by health experts. For the children, Margaret, 6, Patrick, 5

day. Mr. and Mrs, Shea drink about a pint each per day giving the family a total weekly milk order of 28 quarts, In a year they consume 1456 quarts with an annual milk bill average of $349.44.

“It’s worth every bit of it,” Mrs. Shea said. “When the children drink the proper amount

and Catherine Ann, 2, they get one quart per

INSTITUTION OF THE STAGE—

Tragedy Keep Show Rolling

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By WADE JONES NEW YORK; June 20— It makes people laugh and it makes them cry. It makes $1 million a year. Its hired

hands love to work for it. Two of its greatest assets are a beauteous lady who washes her hair 15 times a week and can milk a cow, and a wealthy boss who actually likes to pay taxes. It’s only three years old, but already it ranks as a local institution right along with Grant’s Tomb and scotch on the rocks. Its name is “South Pacific,” the musical comedy about daffy Navy nurses and daffier Seabees, heart-breaking love and bleak death, and Bloody Mary and her grass skirts. All on a Pacific isle in World War II. After 1300 performances, 1700 people who have paid from $1.80 to $6 each for seats are still on hand and panting every time the Majestic Theater's curtain goes up. . » ” HOW COME the continued todo about this particular show? Part of the answer you can get by sidling through the cavelike backstage gloom of the Majestic and into the big bemirrored dressing room of an impish blond named Martha Wright. She's what's known as the female lead, which is one of the flattest descriptions of all time. This is only the second Broadway show she was ever in—and the first successful one —-~but she prances and dances and sings and romances around the stage like she was born and raised on it, ” . o SHE CAN also milk a cow. She picked up that elusive art during her farm girl days back in Washington state. And she’s the hair washer. She has a hair: washing scene in every performance—eight a week including matinees—and she has to wash it at home every morning to remove the soap she couldn't get out during the shqw. Sounds like a lot of trouble to go to just as a -plece of business for a song she sings, “I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair”—until you've heard her do the song. ” ” » MISS WRIGHT (is sitting before a mirror in her dressing room. dabbing blue-green stuff on her eyelids with a brush, and she wears what appears alarmingly to be a big white

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JUANITA HALL—Grass skirts for $100 apiece,

“What makes this show great?” she echoes. “Well, sir, I'll tell you something# She's still looking in the mirror and dabbing with the brush. “There are two places in this show where I still get real tears in my eyes. “When I've been in a show a year (she succeeded Mary Martin as Ensign Nellie Forbush a year ago) and it can still make my eyes get wet when I don’t want 'em to be,

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MARTHA WRIGHT —She still gets real tears in her eyes.

then there's something great going on somewhere.” ” » - DOWN a winding greenish corridor, packed with raggedlooking Seabees and singularly unragged barelegged nurses, is th® dressing room of 41-year-old George Britton Martha Wright's French sweetheart in the play. “Nope, I never shed an honest tear in my life,” the husky Britton brags boisterously. “But after a few of the strong scenes in this show I am afflicted with knots in the stomach that I am convinced were not cauBed by something I ate,”

. +, Patrick and Catherine Ann had the measles.

MYRON McCORMICK— Seabee always at home.

Up some steep stairs, also happily peopled with those longlegged nurses, is the dressing room of Myron McCormick, the king Seabee, and one of the few members of the cast’ who has been with the show from the beginning. “I been in this dressing room longern’ I have in my apartment,” he says. “I've had three apartments while I've had this one dressing room, I feel more

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milkman, Joel Cooper.

Borden's driver Joel Cooper said this isn’t the biggest customer by far. “Just an average family of five,” he said. “But it’s a lot of milk, just the same.” Even with all this milk, two of the youngsters were ordered into the house just before

i the photographer arrived to take the above of milk T"know they are getting all their basic picture. : requirements.”

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at home here than I do at home.” Back down in the wings, a black cavern full of ropes and pulleys and whisperings, Martha Wright, in ragged dungarees, a tee shirt, and heavy GI shoes, squats on her heels and intently watches a bit of action going on out on the stage. ® ” » IT’S BLOODY Mary (Juanita Hall), the incredibly gross, garish old island native who makes souvenir grass skirts and forces them on the Seabees for ~$100 apiece. Juanita Hall fis just back with the show after a year’s absence, and she's singing the great “Bali Ha'i.,” “Look at her eyes,” Miss Wright whispers. “Aren’t they tremendous and full of light? Look at the way her face catches the light.” & » - OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN 11 wrote the book and lyrics and coproduced the hit, Jt was based on James Michener's Pulitizer Prize book, “Tales of the South Paeific.” Michener, it seems, had a Navy job that took him throughout the Pacific islands and what he saw znd lived and learned, he put into tales, some amusing, ' some deeply romantic. -~ Hammerstein, the guy wh likes to pay income taxes because he’s so proud of Ameri-. .ca's schools for his kids, is proud of the terrific change of pace of “South Pacific”—the jumps from tender love to ribald Seabee humor, to tragedy and high drama, to unbelievable Bloody Mary, “The change of pace is terrific. The audience is in the death grip. They're caught, they're helpless. They can't breathe. We never let go.”

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