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NEW YORK, July 18—One thing this “Bumpkin on Broadway” can’t get used to is the big city custom of sending your kids off to camp for the summer, Yep, Slugger’s gone to camp away up in the Adirondack Mountains—and Mommy and Daddy are suffering. Poor Grammy, If was the first time away from home for our 9-year-old. Grammy started orying the night before he left. “The little guy’ll get homesick,” she said. “I
don’t know what I'll do without him.”
The morning he was leaving us—for two months—we took him to join the group going by bus. As soon as he saw some chums, he forgot us. soon yelling about bagebal. tennis and Indians, >
THE BUS was about to leave, an he coming out to say goodby?” Mommy sald. “He looks pretty busy,” Daddy said. “Guess we better get on the bus and say goodby to him.” All the other parents did the same. One parent whose kids had been to camp said, “No use even going to camp fo see them. They'll be so busy
~.=playing they won’t have time to talk to you”
“It gives you kind of a tug, doesn’t it?” the B/ W. said, swallowing hard, as the bus pulled away, with Slug waving to us through the window. £-Going home, I thought how different it was from the old days on the farm. > 4
WE LIVED IN the country and the idea was to get out of it and go to the city once in a while, the city being Ft. Wayne, Ind., or Lima, O. “Camping” meant pitching a tent back in the woods—or on a nearby *‘crick.” Anyway, Sluggie did get homesick—because he phoned Grammy twice in one day—collect— while Mommy and Daddy were in Chicago at the Republican Convention. = + We thought it was mighty precocious of him to know about collect calls. But Grammy put her foot down when he wanted our number in Chicago so he could phone us there. (Also collect).
Americana By Robert C. Ruark
NEW YORK, July 18—The last time I was slek nigh unto death I blew a sizable chunk of hospitalization insurance by staying home to die fa my own bed. This way I figured to die happy, inptead of miserable. Actually, I got well at _I think I might have kicked off from gheer discouragement in a hos- : pital, ! J The average hospital I have gacumbered has always seemed to be more jail than hotel of hospitality, a place of gloom gnd useless discipline, where they wake you in the middle of the night for laughs and attempt to ‘poison you with food unfit for goat consumption, These are views I have been afraid to utter until now, when I got a brave medical doctor to back me up. Writing for the Woman's Home Companion, Dr. Benjamin F. Miller of Boston's Peter Bent Hospital is rougher on the asylums of cure than I ever inténded to be. He even quotes another doctor as referring to the average hospital as & “blend between a penitentiary and a thirdelass hotel.”
> & ~. REST and nutrition are necessary to the regovery of patients, but I never spent any time in any hospital where they didn’t wrestle you out of the hay.at dawn’s crack to take your temperature, even if you were suffering a broken arm, And I never had a meal that wouldn't have affronted the early Oliver Twist, This seems to Pe Dr. Miller's beef, too, and he says its all unRecessary. I have never had the courage to enter a hospital diet kitchen, even for research, but the staff runs roughly as follows: One chef is in charge of burning the meat. Another is in charge of congealing the gravy, with a small fan, An ambidextrous chef pours water in the coffee with one hand, and dumps tincture of hemlock in: it with the other. A fourth chef pours grease on the eggs and then blows on them té be sure they're cold when the patient gets them. Another curls the ends of the toast, and still another mixes applesauce with spipach and/or carrots. * + © THE TIME schedule for feeding the patient is to serve him breakfast yesterday, lunch in the morning, and dinner in the afternoon, This allows him to starve, Dr. Miller says, for about 15 hours. ik need to yell. Iron discipline maintains at all es. : . I am not drawing the long bow when I tell
"you that a newspaper friend of mine named Mac,
out in Michigan, suffered three inner cleansings fn one morhing as a pre-operative precaution. Mac w the hospital for a sore foot. The ore drastie preparations were for a man with slightly similar name who was to undergo sesurgery. Poor old Mac protested feebly, but kept coming at him until he was too weak ta fight back. : . 4
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Slugger and Camp ‘' Get Along Fine
“When are you coming to see me, Grammy?” he wanted to know. “Nobody can visit you for two weeks,” Grammy said. 3 “You can get special permission,” he coaxed. So Mommy won't be going back to the Democratic Convention with Daddy. She and Grammy will be going to visit Sluggie instead. They're just a little bit glad he is homesick. All parents will understand. RE «> > THE MIDNIGHT EARL ..:. Sen, Kefauver and that other antimachine Democrat, Rudolph Halley, may have been plotting something against ; ; “the bosses” when they huddled two days at Grossinger's
#. singer who's been doing special * gervice chores, will be sent to Korea. Divorced Bertrand Russell's rumored marrying publicist Ju‘lie Medlock, who's half his age, but she says, “both Bertie and ; I have given up matrimony.” Miss Furness Betty Furness turned down a part in “Taxi,” the film. She preferred a vacation. . A. Ea HEY, BILLY ROSE. Eleanor Holm's attorneys, Louis Nizer and Walter 8. Beck, scored again. They ‘“cocounseled” with Irving Erdheim in working out Marianne O'Brien's settlement negotiations with tobacco heir Dick Reynolds. . . . Maggi McNellis returns to the air to sell cigarets. J N: Y. C. Police Department deputy inspectors. (and others higher) will be shaken up. . . . Arthur Godfrey saw Celeste Holm in “The King and I” and signed her to sub for him Aug. 20. . . . Mrs. Jack Robbins (wife of “Mr. Music") is recuperating after a serious illness. Price Stabilizer Ellis Arnall’s expected to quit soon after the convention. (He'd like to be Veep). . . . Maurice Chevalier's a likely Palace headliner for October. , . . Elaine Stritch has movies interested in her since her L. A: hit in “Call Me Madam.” . ,. . That's Earl, brother.
Must Hospitals Be That Way?
DURING the war in Bethesda Naval Hospital I spent three days with a fighter group suffering night blindness. I kept telling them all I had was a busted arm, but . . .
Lord knows the cost is
of hospitalization
heavy enough to warrant some civil rights for the
inmates—and inmate is the word—but the qld hangover persists that once you've passed the credit test at the admissions desk, you give up all rights and franchises as a human being.
Sisters of mercy in starched frocks can be more abusive than disgruntled cops. When they get in a hassel with the doctor they have been known to vent their ill temper on the patient.
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BUT a cross nurse with sore feet isn't as unpleasant as the patronizing one who, like mother, knows best, and who refers to you as ‘our patient” and uses “we” when she means you gotta take the nasty old medicine or subject yourself to some fresh indignity. Speak for yourself, Jane, and knock off this “we” stuff. I'm doing the suffering here, not you.
The good doctor says that all this iron, inflexible discipline and lousy chow and early rising is considerable stuff and nonsense, and there's no reason hospitals can't be at least as comfortable and considerate as the average county jail. He says we need more women on the hospital boards, to make them homier and less houses of torture. I'm with him. Let us have the martini with the evening meal, served at a decent hour, and the right to squawk when the room service is tardy. .
Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith
Q.—There are brown spots on our elephant ear plants. Please tell us what to do for them, We also have leaves being stripped by some insect on calendulas, coleus, window box plants and others, Please tell us what to buy to spray these plants
_with. Mrs. E. W. 8. and neighbors.
A.—(Note to Mrs, E. W, 8.—If you had sent your name and address I could have answered this query much sooner. But there is of necessity a long lapse of time between arrival of questions and their answer here.) This is a perfect set-up for use of one of the all-purpose sprays or dusts for your plants. For ydu have both a disease and a leaf-eating insect to control. There are any number of these all-purpose dusts and sprays on the market. So go to a dependable dealer and find out what he carries, Of course, you do get better control for any special condition if you can diagnose it and then treat it specially. But if we did that, we'd have to have shelves full of chemicals. Rotenone dust will control most in sects quite well, Then for the leaf spot you might try a fungicide such as one of the ferbam preparations. But watch, too, that you are not sprinkling the leaves at night and that there is air circulation around the plant, ' :
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; By LELAND STOWE THE FARMER FIGHTS FOR HIS LAND THE 12-YEAR-OLD Transylvanian boy was not narhed Paul Revere. But his mission, as he crept into the village church at Arcus that August morning, was very
similar. The Rumanian peasants of the region's collective farm were waiting for a signal, as other farmers once waited in Lexington and Concord. They had brought in an exceptionally bountiful 1951 harvest, after two years of poor crops. At last they would have a real surplus. Then the Red government's crop collectors, backed by the militia’s guns, took almost everything. The boy remembered his father’s. despair. He reached for the bell-rope, and pulled long and hard. = tJ . WITH THAT the Arcus peasants rushed from their homes. They smashed into the village hall. They tore up the records of the collective farm, the documents which listed them as members,
The Communist policeman (not a native) vainly waved his revolver. Then, suddenly, he killed the boy with a single shot. Within five minutes. the policeman was beaten and kicked to death by the enraged farmers. . Later that day truckloads of militiamen arrived from, Stalin, formerly Brasov. They arrested several dozen peasants. They have never been seen since. That ended the August, 1951, revolt at Arcus. A few weeks earlier Bulgaria’s Reds sent “harvest brigades” of city dwellers to the village of Bovatova. They damaged much machinery. Some were spies and invaded the peasant’s homes, rifling everywhere for possible hoards of grain.’ Because they dared not leave their work, the peasants sent their wives to protest at the militia’s’ headquarters.” The Communist chief of militia quailed before the cries and clenched fists of the farm
He shouted a command. When the shooting stopped they carried away the bodies of twenty women and children.
That finished what the Reds called ‘the uprising at Bovatova.” ” » 5 IN THE POLISH village of Lutzra (also during July, 1951) a Communist tractor driver had definite instructions. He started plowing down the borders between the villagers’ privately owned garden plots, their chief source of food for winter. Once these lines are leveled it means that the peasant’s last piece of land .is gon« forever. The wife of one farmer saw the plow assault her family's boundary markings. She ran, wildly shouting protests at the tractor driver. Then she threw herself on the ground, crying. “You will have to kill me first.”
The driver cursed her roundly. She refused to budge.
These villagers were devil-
ishly stubborn. They needed .
an example. He threw in his clutch, and drove the tractor over her leg. It had to be amputated. A regional Communist newspaper published this version of what happened:. A peasant’s wife in the village of Lutzra was 80 overjoyed by their land being collectivized that she ran, with her arms full of flowers, to give them to the tractor driver. But just as she reached him she tripped, fell in front of the machine, and was accidentally run over!
» " » WOULD A PEASANT woman risk her life for a mere patch of ground? Thousands do. For any peasant, land is life. The East European farmer's war for freedom from communization has been raging since 1949. It increases yearly in intensity. It is war without an armistice and without an end. It promises to remain that for so long as the Kremlin tries to snatch the earth from farm-
proletarians. The Communists began with the 1945-46 land reforms which destroyed the landed aristocracy.
The titled nobility and the church, espeeially in Hungary and Poland had monopolized vast feudal estates for generations. Hundreds of thousands of landless peasants groaned for land of
their own. The majority of the great feudal landlords blindly refused to compromise in time. They invited the cruel fate which caught up with them at last.
‘They also handed the Stalinists
their most powerful weapon, the
peasants’ support — through redistribution of the big landed monopolies. ” » »
BUT THIS WAS merely an-
born people whose independence other deliberate Kremlin-
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own and love. ; The Kremlin's goal is to reduce captive Europe's peasants to the status of state-chained
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HUFF AND PUFF MAN—
Scientist Is Bubble Gum ‘Expert
By MARGARET ELLIOTT
NEW YORK, July 18—Paul Ottey is a scientist with sinewy + jaws, strong lungs, and what appear to be good, sound teeth. Mr, Ottey is a man in need of such equipment, for every day since 1949 he has chewed six to 10 pieces of bubble gum and blown altogether about 110,000 king-sized bubbles.
While Mr. Ottey enjoys bubble gum, he bjJows these bubbles for a living. He is the quality control supervisor at the Frank H. Fleer Co. in Philadelphia. That means Mr. Ottey (a chemist) spends his time trying to figure out ways to make bigger and better bubbles for Fleer's. And, while he has a number: of scientific instruments on hand, he insists that nothing ¢éan match the human being when it comes to blowing
“the very largest and finest bubbles. “We dre satisfied with the kind of bubbles we are getting now,” he said, “but then, who isn’t looking for something better?” “We have come a long way since 1928 when bubble gum was invented,” he went on, “I might add that I was one of the first addicts. Took to it right away.” 3 Mr. Ottey explained that he is 35 now and that.the pastime has stuck (er, pardon) to him through the years.
” o » “BUBBLES ARE much larger today and it takes less time to be able to blow a bubble,” he said. “Now you can blow bubbles by chewing three to four minutes.” The professor of puff said that 6 inches might he a gnod. sized bubble in the via aays ut that 10 inches, was now regarded as admirable and that the world championship mark was 141 inches. Mr. Ottey disclosed that he
planned deception. The plots doled out were small in most cases, that their new owners could not possibly make ends meet. ; :
EXPANDING—Mr. Ottey applies calipers to a growing bubble.
was a 14-inch man himself. He and two other chemists at Fleer’'s can—and do—frequently perform that feat. “I guess you might say my theme. song is ‘I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles,”” said Mr. Ottey dryly. “We are the envy of everyone at the office,” he added. “They think we never do any work, But of course, we are working.”
IN CONVENTION ASSEMBLED: 1940
Mr. Ottey was interviewed at 40 W. 49th St, and was accompanied by two Fleer's press agents—Jack Findlay and Bob Kaller. All three men chewed gum with.an enthusiasm and energy terrible to behold. The conversatipn was punctuated by the frequent explosions of bubbles of commendable size. ~ » ” “I DRIVE to work,” said Mr. Ottey, “I don’t chew first thing
FRIDAY, JULY 18, 1952 ?
But even after .the peasant has lost his land, his stubbornly independent habits and his spirit must still be broken. In these respects the Russian peasant seems largely unbroken, after more than 30 years. Thus the Reds’ relentless battle to chain and subdue Eastern European peasants has only begun. ” » ” A RUMANIAN peasant, writing to a relative in Cleveland, 0., reports: “We had to give up our wheat to the state collection silo. We were paid 560 lei for 220 pounds. What we needed for ourselves we had to buy back at 7000 lel per 220 pounds. We were left without a shred of grain from a whole year’s work. History has never known
a more thoroughly organized
system of robbery. ... The worthiest and hardest working people are branded as kulaks (rich peasants), They must pay huge taxes of all
in the morning. Too early for that, But at night, going home, I do. Sometimes I forget myself and blow bubbles when I stop for lights. Boy, you ought to see the other traffic stare. It's something.” Mr. Ottey =#id he recéntly attended a convention of his fellow chemists and physicists,
“We finished our dinner and I began chewing, as I usually do,” he recounted. “Before I remembered, I had blown a bubble. A big one. It was a cause of great merriment, and I had to pass around several pieces. They all wanted to try it.” Mr. Ottey blew a modest, sixinch bubble and continued: “If you ever have a little party at home, break out some bubble
;gum, You can’t be a stuffed
shirt and chew bubble gum. Once I gave a piece to a very
—preacher. He didn't — :
chew it in my presence, but he came back for more later.” The bubble-gum scientist said his wife is almost as good a blower as himself and that his sons, Paul, 9, and Louis, 2, are showing some real promise. » » td
“OH, WE are the center of at-
traction for the neighborhood,” he said indulgently. “The kids love to come to our house.”
Bubblewise, theindustry’s foremost problem {is not so much size as color.
“We want to get a uniform color,” said Mr. Ottey. He described the desired color as “Dubble Bubble pink.”
An occupational hazard, admitted Mr. Ottey, is what happens when the bubble bursts all over the blower's kisser. This happened often to Mr. Ottey. He demonstrated for the photographer. However, Mr, Ottey coolly borrowed the. reporter's mirror and patted the bubble spots with
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sorts, including contributions of working days taken right when they ought to be working their own land. They
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must now be destroyed alto-
gether. o NM » SO LONG AS its land-owning peasants survive and resist, captive Europe may hope to become liberated Europe. De-. spite the Red rulers’ organized terror, that hope remains alive today, and with justification 8tiH, largely because the peasants remain unconquered. For how long? The answer
does not lie with them. It les :-
in Washington, in every democratic capital, in the headquarters of the United Nations. A boy was killed for ringihg a church bell'in a Transylvanian village. Did he ring it only for the-farmers-of
ing of a bell could also be heard around the world. (Copyright, 1952, by Leland Stowe) NEXT: Fifteen million workers in shackles. :
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