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Inside Indianapolis By Ed Sovola

“THE Provost of Coventry referred yesterday to your visit to the Cathedral in July last year , Coventry . . . England . .. The Very Rev. R. T. Howard, Provost of Coventry , . , brave man . + « What a pleasure to be remembered and how thoughful of the Provost to send a booklet describing the new Coventry Cathedral. It was a beautiful Sunday when I met Provost Howard, attended a service in the underground Chapel of Unity in the old cathedral and later walked among the ruins. That evening I wrote: “There is something about the man that makes you believe without reservation that we will triumph over the present menace to the peace of the world. Provost Howard doesn’t exude fire and brimstone. He is mild of voice, gentle of manner. No setback makes him despair.”

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IT WILL BE 12 years Nov. 14th since the Coventry Cathedral was destroyed in one of the biggest and most sustained air raids on England. Smoke from the ruins was still rising when the Provost began writing an eye-witness account of the historic raid. At a time when the enemy was unleashing his full power a brave servant of God was writing: “All night long the city burnt, and her Cathedral burnt with her—emblem of the eternal truth that when men suffer, God suffers with them. Yet the tower still stood, with its spire soaring to the sky—emblem of God's over-ruling majesty and love, which will help us to survive the suffering and build a city and a world founded on eternal love.” Today Provost Howard is witness to a dream coming true, a new cathedral. It will be built adjacent to the walls and the spire of the old cathedral which will be retained as a memorial shrine and as a vestibule to the new cathedral. The exterior and interior of the new cathedral will be modern. Basil Spence, who submitted the

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By Earl Wilson

All the Wilsons have become Hedy Lamarr fans lately—Pop, and the B. W. and son, Slugger. Beauties are supposed to be dumb—but flying up from Houston and New Orleans to New York with Hedy recently, we found her to be a mighty sharp-witted woman. For example, in Houston, we asked her why she's never married one of those rich Texas bad boys. , “I don’t know,” said Hedy. “I guess I just don't know the wrong people.” Down there in the land of wealth, Hedy naturally got a lot of flowers from the gentlemen , . . many, many bouquets, dd “I WONDER WHY someone doésn’t send me a bouquet of oil wells,” Hedy told me. She observed the only oil anybody offered her was some sun tan oil. Before taking off for New York, I sat around with Hedy in her room one night. She was barefooted and in a dressing gown. I saw with my own eyes that Hedy has pretty legs. I offer this because Hedy’'s detractors have reported in the past that her gams aren’t as pretty as her other areas. We talked about Hedy’s loves and husbands . and other actresses. “Take So-and-s0,” I sald, naming one who's averworking. . “What's she trying to prove?” asked Hedy. “I'm just trying to prove to my children that I am a mother.” 8he admitted this hadn't been easy. “I must quit marrying men who feel inferior to me,” Hedy decided. ‘Somewhere there must be a man who could he my husband ahd not feel inferior to me. I need a superior inferior man.” * SS HEDY DEMONSTRATED an absolute lack of temperament during this trip. Although she was a big star of the Houston Horse Show festivities, she didn't want to participate in the hig dinner show because, she said, plainly, and frankly, there was nothing much she could do.

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Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, June 20—I should like you to consider the game of tennis today, as one of the penalties we pay for being overcivilized. Tennis is a game in which red-faced people bat halls back and forth at each other over a net, then drop dead from exhaustion. I believe tennis is basically gillier than golf, since the ball never actually arrives anywhere, not even in a hole, but in perfect concept keeps bhobbing back and forth forever. Tennis, as a sport, is erroneously supposed to be a rich man's plaything and extremely social, This calls for all sorts of silly words and ceremonies. The top cliche, “anyone for tennis?” has become a satirical utterance denoting fatuous foolishness, : There ig no more vindictive sport than tennis, and no game I know has more unsporting people in it, but tradition demands politeness, and there are formal ceremonies, such as leaping over the net to congratulate the loser, which is completely idiotic, One of the peaks of my early sportswriting penance came on a hot afternoon’ in Chevy Chase, D. C., when some player leaped over the net to shake the hand of the other player and caught his foot on the top, breaking his leg. I swear the audience applauded and made little polite cries of “well played.” ¢ o> 4 THE SPURIOUS sportsmanship of tennis calls for your opponent to mumble “Beautiful shot” when you have just lucked a drive that flicks dust off the baseline. If you are playing doubles, you spend most of your time panting, “Niece shot, partner,” or “Gosh, I'm =o sorry” when you keep hitting them into the net or missing the easy ones, Tennis players hate

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women ‘tennis players. In a woman's hand, the tennis bat hecomes a dagger, and each stroke is a knife thrust into the vulnerability of the other woman, ‘ The most hammy histrionics in sport belong to tennis. Tennis players are forever smiting their brows to denote despair, falling full length on the court to hammer the earth, gazing appealIngly at the heavens to evince a discontent with providence, and hurling racquets and themselves about in all directions. Bn Good amateur tennis players are called tennis bums, even by themselves. They are called bums

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‘winning design, planned the new to harmonize with the old buildings of St. Michael's and the modern buildings in the city. . * > IT IS DIFFICULT to imagine, after studying the drawings in the booklet, how the new cathedral will harmonize with the pure Gothic design of the old. Provost Howard mentions “Of course .to some it may not at first look like a cathedral, any more than St. Paul's, when it was first built, looked like a cathedral to the Londoner of that day. But it soon will. By the outstanding beauty and nobility of its design it will unmistakably declare the presence and supremacy of God in the midst of our new city.” The nave, when filled to capacity, will seat 2000 persons. It will be 270 feet long, 80 feet wide, as long and as broad as the old cathedral but 20 feet higher. —1y Pink-grey sandstone will be used for the exterior, Walls will be formed of a series of massive “cliffs” of stone three feet thick and set at an angle to the line of the building. Windows will be set between the “cliffs” from the ground to the roof in an unbroken series of many tiers. The interior will receive maximum natural light and as the sun moves from the east to south to west, exterior and interior shadows will be constantly changing. Captain N. T. Thurston, M, C., secretary to the reconstruction committee, hopes that ‘on some future visit, possibly in four or five years time, you will be able to see this great work nearing completion.” Being remémbered in this way by new friends across the Atlantic makes a man feel warm and mellow all over. The world can use more of this type of friendship. And the letter draws your attention to good intentions never fulfilled, letters that never were written. But The Very Rev. R. T. Howard is no ordinary mortal. I felt that a year ago. Today I'm convinced. 5

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Hedy Lamarr Wants ASuperior Man

Jack Benny, the master of ceremonies, forgot to introduce her. Some people feared that Hedy might explode at being overlooked after coming all the way from Hollywood. But if she was piqued, she concealed it well. Fact is, se dancéd with Jack afterward. “The awful thing about it,” Jack told her, “was that you were sitting right across the table from me and I forgot you.” “Oh, you were probably just nervous because it was your first personal appearance,” Hedy said. Having interviewed her myself many times, I sat back and let Tom Griffin try it in New Orleans when we stopped there. Wooo ab “HOW MANY MARRIAGES is it you've had?” he asked her. “Four, isn’t it?” “Yes, four. Some women have affairs but unfortunately I marry my men,” Hedy answered. “It's funny a woman can have 25 affairs and nobody says anything, but if she has four husbands, she’s terrible. I guess I'm just a homebody.” Was she still interested in men? “Certainly, Men are all right. aren’t.”? What kind of a husband did she want? She quoted Zsa Zsa Gabor, who was asked what she'd like to have for Christmas and answered: “I'd like George Sanders th& way I wish he were.” . That's Hedy. She'd like a husband like she'd like a husband. Hedy played checkers with Slugger—it was the first time she'd played the game:—-and chatted about children with the B. W. on the flight up to New York. She was offered a drink but refused it. “I only drink beer and a little wine,” Hedy said. “Wine?” I said. “You mean champagne?” “Oh, no,” answered Hedy. “I am a very simple girl. Champagne I only bathe in.” > db TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: Jackie Miles asks, If ‘his wife is as good a cook as she claims, how come she cooks everything with chlorophyll? + « «+ That's Earl, brother,

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Anyone for Tennis? Not This Fellow

dollar, the expense account, and other people's club tabs. This is because they are supposed to he pure amateurs and immune from the sordid temptation of money, "oh THE COSTUMES of tennis are not so ridiculous any more, since shorts have become popular for women and men alike, but the old days of the white flannel pants-and-blazer made each tenniser resemble a second lead in a bad English drawing-room comedy. The girls have even made sensible short pants into a caricature. A dame named Gussie Moran hecame famed through putting lace frills on her drawers. Tennis players are red-faced, through heat and overexertion. They are subject to pneumonia because they are always hot, tired, thirsty, wringing wet, and frustrated. They are highly superstitious. IT remember one who could ‘not play unless he had an old moth-bitten sweater at his side, and when somebody swiped it for a gag there was loud anguish. Tennis players believe themselves to be superior to all other athletes, including polo players, They also see themselves as superior to all other people. Their conversation is a mixture of elegant profanity, girlish slang, and early Noel Coward dialog. But there is one consoling thing about tennis players. If they play fit long enough they become exhausted and don't play any more,

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q. What about multifiora roses? Howell, Speedway. A. Muitifiora roses are popular living fences. This in spite of the arguments pro and con that rage violently about them. Conservation departments approve highly.of multifioras on the farm. They're useful, too, on suburban places. But they spread out-too far (around 8 feet in width) to use in an average city yard. Their virtues are these: White single roses in early June. Thorny thick growth that keeps practically everything from getting through or over the hedge they make. Back-lash on their tremendous popularity has faid they grow too weedily, that they catch windblown paper, etc. But as far as I've observed ‘they are entirely desirable if you have a sizeable yard or a suburban acreage; or certainly for a farm. More emphasis on conservation and wild life preservation (big argument for multifioras) and less on how we can take everything from the #004 earth could do a lot for our country,

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SUNDAY, JUNE 22, 1952

THE WHIP—Danny Dene Pierce and Jimmy Keesling (left to right), Middletown, Ind., hold tightly to the spinning

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Good Taste In A Herron Exhibition

DYNAMIC—John Brock of Anderson contributed this dy-

namic "Mountain Lion" to the sculpture entries in the annual display, which includes also work in many other media.

By HENRY BUTLER THIS YEAR'S show of student art work at Herron Art School contains some

fascinating material. That's in spite of the fact the show is somewhat less impressive in quantity and variety than ‘last year's. There's good ‘work in all media, There's the usual Herron prevalence of good taste and minimum of sentimental obviousness, In oils, there's a good deal of imitativeness. The influence of aro Antreasian of the Herron faculty is particularly apparent, One or two canvases seemed almost indistinguishable from Mr. Antreasian's own

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Portrait,” rare talent. Wayne Terry of Greencastle has two impressive oils in the show: “Beecher St.” a sium scene, and "Girl With a Scarf,” the latter of which contains some El Greco influence, particularly in the treatment of the scarf.

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a ‘Risen Lazarus” oil that verges on being comical, despite some arresting qualities of design. In sculpture there's some beautiful work by Ethel Wheeler Richter; who won this year's Louise Vonnegut Peirce Award. for summer travel and study. A remarkably dynamic piece

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