Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 July 1952 — Page 13

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Inside Indianapolis

A Delicate Matter . , , Street repairs must wait for removal of a cinder in the eye.

It Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson

CHICAGO, July 16—Always proud of my reputation of being a well-dressed journalist, I will add something special to my wardrobe for the Democratic Convention: Tennis shoes. For this chic new fashion burst out here at the Republican clambake, Reporters who'd been walking for hours, and found their feet numb, came out in the sneakers. Unfortunately there was no relief for sedentary reporters who got numb in other areas. *Twasn't a new idea. Howard Hughes has worn sneakers for years to El Morocco, Mocambo and other spots, with such glamour pusses as Linda Darnell and Lana Turner, “I don’t like Howard for his shoes,” the girls often explain. WE A, CE 1 WILL BE CAREFUL at the next convention to bring my own teeth. A fellow came into the NBC. makeup department, about to go on TV, and asked for some spare choppers, explaining he'd just lost his—he didn't say where. “We're good, but not God,” said makeup man 8yd Simons. I will remember this past convention for the invention of the word “Deweycrat” by Morrie Ryskind, the Hollywoodian who was for Taft. He pronounced “Deweycrat” with a sneer in it. LB THE COCA-COLA PEOPLE were clever, also. They said the nominations were arranged in a “coke-filled room.” . Speaking of pronunciations, one friend of mine gaid the Republicans learned to make Lincoln a seven-syllable word. They liked to draw out the name of their great hero so much that they pronounced every letter lovingly. ’ > THE BITTERNESS occasionally took funny turns. Of one prominent fellow here, it was said, “He let failure go to his head.” Two Taftites were watching a helicopter floating around “The Loop.” It had a sign saying, “We Like Ike.” “Maybe it'll crash,” said one of the Taftites hopefully. John Wayne, Charles Coburn and Leo McCarey, among the Hollywoodjans here, had little humorous to say. THey were rather desperately fighting for Sen. Taft and were seen around his

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, July 16—The outdoor cooking geason is on again, I fear, and it will be regarded as illegal to eat anything not soused in olive oil rnd subjected to torture by charcoal grill, I came out a long time ago against he-cooks, but the craze must be getting worse. It is bound to be getting worse, because I find myself out on my own front stoop the other day dousing me and the meat in enough oil to grease a channel swimmer and making passes in the air with turning forks and muttering weird incantations into the flickering flames. I had amassed enough equipment to open a restaurant, at frightful cost, and succeeded chiefly in burning the meat and gingeing my eyebrows —which, heaven knows, were never very luxuriant in the

first place. A man must be made to become a cook, and an outdoor chef at that, for it is so much more

trouble than going to an air-conditioned restaurant and allowing the pros to feed you. A man cannot cook without mess. The few times 1 have tackled the chore of feeding myself, the kitchen has appeared to have suffered a direct hit from a large bomb, and all sorts of horrid things are stuck to the walls and ceiling. ow oo & 1 NOTE MY outdoor efforts are no less filled with frustration and scattered fragments of fish, flesh and fowl. The steak is always well seared, + though, because between catching fire and falling onto the ground, a protective crust appears that magnificently seals in the juices. It seals them 80 well nobody ¢an get at them. I can burn an ear of corn more successfully than a flash fire in the field, and when I toss a salad, man, that salad knows it has been tossed. The track record for salad tossing ig held by me, since fragments of tomatoes and lettuce have been found 20 feet from the mixing howl. As a lighter of charcoal fires I have improved greatly on the tactic of a friend, who always squirts lighter fluid on the briquets and wonders piteously why they don't leap into. flame. I encourage my blaze with a flit gun filled with _, kerosene, which lends an interesting flavor jo the

By Gene Feingold

Sneakers the Rage For Sore GOP Feet

headquarters looking glum. Now they expect to back Darryl Zanuck. Personally, I hope the Republicans make a good strong campaign. That's what the two-party system-is-for;-After-all,- the elephant never forgets —the trouble is, this one is just trying to find something pleasant to remember. LT THE MIDNIGHT EARL IN N. Y. . . . Mike Todd Jr. passed his Army physical—won’t be long now. . . . ~ Author Norman Mailer is in : a L.I. hospital recovering from } an emergency appendectomy. : . . . A wave of phony sweeps fi tickets has rolled in from Mex« ico, . . , Jose Ferrer and Gene Tierney are around London together, . . . Marilyn Ross sings 4 pretty in the Latin Quarter 1 show. The steel companies expect to get a $5.50-a-ton boost when the strike ends. . . . There's little love lost between Dodger stars Jackie Robipson and Roy Campanella. . . , Tennis star Nancy Chaffee (Mrs. Ralph Kiner) was asked if it’s true she’s expecting a child “Listen,” she said, “I'm going to play in the National Finals next month—so what do you think?” > > @ EARL’'S PEARLS . . . Eddie Condon tells of a friend of his who plays gin rummy the hard way. He uses real gin. !

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Sd SH WISH I'D SAID THAT—Jan Murray of a jury that brought in its verdict: Eight for guilty, three for acquittal and one for Sen. Kefauver. Yul Brynner thought he had mumps—was glad to discover it was an allergy to a new makeup cream . . Claire Kallen of TV's “Big Pay-off” weds musician Frank De Rienzo in October . , + Writer Sally Benson’s in Doctors Hospital, oe oo oo

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TODAY'S BEST LAUGH—Frank Cerutti met a guy who can’t drink worth a darn. One drink and he’s the life of the party—two drinks and he's the party without life. Pinky Lee describes the Lever Bros. glasswalled building as a place where there's a room in every window. . .. That's Earl, brother,

An Outdoor Grill, A Man, And Chaos

steak whilst occasionally summoning the fire department to put papa out. oe oe oo WE NARROWLY averted a lawsuit the other evening when a fancy new electric spit for turning fowl suddenly went mad and stepped up its revolutions. It hurled the fowl, a rather large bird, like a catapult at a lady guest, spoiling her makeup, her gown, and completely ruining her esteem for her host. Harsh words and threats of financial balm for mental anguish followed. It has occured to me, also, that we have been wasting money hiring rain-makers to seed clouds and such when the simplest process is to pay me a slight fee for an outdoor cooking party.” All I have to do is reach for the apron and the asbestos mittens and the heavens open, Wet people eating wet food are an unpretty sight, and are apt to become surly, LE ONE NOTICES as times go on the cooking host is apt to get a mite stiffer than is his wont, because fighting that blaze at close range induces thirst and additional impact from the quenching fluid, 1 used to wonder why all he-cooks keep a bottle of gin handy by the stove, and now I know, We have not vet achieved the silly state of flaunting rugged male aprons with epigrams and cute admonitions printed on thém, but I caught myself looking covetously at a chef's hat the other day, and the end is obviously in sight. In passing, I might say he-cooks are the greatest living bores—for behold, I have just proved it.

Dishing the Dirt

By Marguerite Smith Q—What causes nasturtiums to wither and die? I had one plant that did this. I watered them each evening when we had no rain.—No name. A-—Do no more of the evening sprinkling even if weather turns dry. Sending any plant into damp evening 'hours with leaves already wet simply sets up perfect conditions for wilts and rots and leaf spots to go to work. The way to water any bed of plants so you don't encourage pests is to let water flow Trem the hose onto the ground, gently, until ground is soaked. When plants wilts get started it's a good idea to culti“vate soil in the bed to let air have a chance to dry the bed out. Also, pull and destroy any plant that is so completely diseased for it may Infect others.

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ary judge. Here he presents a certificate to Gloria Baudenistal, 7, who won first place in the girls-under-8-years-old class. Last night's event was at Broad Ripple pool.

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Times photos by William A. Oates Jr. FINISH LINE OFFICIALS — Tight finishes called for close judging in many of the events. Gochairmen of the program were Gene Moll and Jim Clark, Two thousand people gy out to watch. Next week's meet is at Douglas pool.

GETTING AWARD—Mayor Clark was on hand as an honor. BACK DIVE—City champion Jean Woodring showed them how. After her exhibition, Jean

served as a judge,

GETTING READY TO SPLASH—Cousins stick together and give sach other a hand. Here Sharon Feeney, 11, of 821 E. 40th St., helps cousin Marilyn Feeney, 10, on with a tight hat.

COLD BUT CHEERING—These two young swimmers sat out this event to cheer on a teammate. Cuddled under the blanket are Terry Fuller, 12, and his sister, Pamela, of 1809 N. Norfolk St.

RIDE TO THE RAFT—Swimmers were taken to the starting raft in a cance, Some were too anxious so they dived in and swam out to the starting line.

GOOD FORM-—Sue Morton, 12, of 903 W, 54th St., took third-place diving honors. More than 200 swimmers, representing 14 teams, and 25 divers took part.

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OFFICIAL CLERKS—Hardest work was record keeping. Here (left to right) are Mrs. Paul Jordan, Ma. Frank Parrish and Mrs, Robert A. Blackburn.

KEEN INTEREST—Everyone wanted to know the official fimes. Clark (third from right) gets crowded as he checks 8 timing sheet, Fu