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It Happened Last Night |

By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, July 19—Did you I:now I'm quite close to Gen. Eisenhower? Yes, extremely close—not more than three or four feet away in most pictures that have come through of his famous visit to Sen, Taft. A couple of bodyguards were between us, it's true. They wera trying to grind me underfoot, and get me the blazes out of there. About all of me you could see was my eye. But I'm “close” to Ike. I've known Ike for ... oh... several minutes ++. and I think I should tell how he once gave me a good story. When I managed to get a word with him the other day at the Blackstone in Chicago, I said: “Something happened in this very hotel two years ago involving us.” > . “I remember it,” he said, flattering hell out of me. :

—, On Oct: 23,1950; I happeped to be in Chicago,

when Ike was arriving en route to Indianapolis. * 2 9 “WHEN THE GENERAL got here, there was

a call from the White House ‘waiting for him,” “squawke from ex-wife Jackie . . . Bing Crosby

somebody whispered to me. That was news. "Twas rumored President Truman was considering asking Ike to head the Atlantic armies—maybe this was the big call. So it was a precious secret. Ike was holding a press conference. I went. But I didn't ask about the phone call. No use to tip off the other reporters. . As he headed for the elevator afterward, I jumped alongside and asked: “Did you just have a talk with President Truman?” Ike swung around sharply, stared, then took me by the arm, and drew me aside. “Look,” he said, “I never lie to the press.” Reporters know that most men, starting that way, do lie. > > “BUT IF YOU DIDN'T ask me that question,” he said, “It would be a great relief to me.” . I withdrew the question—after all, I had my answer. Ike then added, “I'll tell you this—I didn’t call him.” . Thanking him, I went off and wrote an exclusive story about the phone call and the invitation to head the Atlantic armies. The President announced the appointment weeks later—Dec. 19, 1950. “I always wondered,” the General said, the other day, “How the devil you found out about that call.” Naturally I couldn’t tell him—I'd forgotten— but you can see from this how close we are—I hadn't seen him since—so don't be surprised if I wind up in the Cabinet.

Americana

NEW YORK, July 19—It has been called “the great game of politics” in past, and so I suppose it still is, but it seems to me we are tending to look less favorably on the sportive aspects of it, with a view to demanding less cute tricks and more worth for our money. We deal today. in the lives of Americans and in the lives of the world when we stage the machinery of election, but this you would not believe to watch it, After the monkeyshines of the Republican’ shindig, and the muttered promise of the Democrats to row among themselves, you would think that American politics today is more a game of beggar-your-nearest-neighbor than serious determination of tomorrow's life. Delegate-stealing and delegate-bribing, or accusations of it, may fit awfully well into the horse-and-buggy bickering of-grandpa's time. The . all-out, give-'em-hell, party-first-and-people-later tricks of a grimy old trade must have been awfully amusing once upon a time. It probably still is amusing if you are electing aldermen or sheriffs, and if your prime consideration is the appointment to a second-class post office. oS & ; ALL THE hooting and hollering, more befitting a troupe of drunken conventioneers off to

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q—1I have an amaryllis which has flowered and gone to seed. If I plant these seeds how long will it take for them to bloom? Where and when is the proper time and place to plant? Mrs. Robert Patrick, 1044 N. Warman Ave. A—Amaryllis seeds produce blodbming plants in 2 to 4 years. One amaryllis specialist suggests that February sown seeds germinate in three to four weeks and develop bulblets ready to set out in June. If you don’t have a sunny cool place to

raise the small plants, better wait until April te.

start your seeds. Sow them as you would any seed indoors. Keep the seed-box- warm and don’t cover seed too deep. After you set the bulblets outdoors you'll need to treat them just as you do your big bulbs. Remember, they rot easily, so watch: drainage. And they need plenty of plant

~ UNION STATION—A long time between trains makes for plenty of time for conversation. And

By Gene Feingold

Ike Still Wonders About That Story

THE MIDNIGHT EARL ... Abbott & Costello have been offered $1 million by Universal-Inter-national to settle their lawsuit out of court ,. . Gov. Adlai Stevenson's ex-wife phoned him from N. Y. Friends say she admires him still and reads him poetry. ¢ ; The Hank Greenbergs named their daughter Alva after her grandmother, Mrs. Bernard F. Gimbel . , , Eleanor Roosevelt flies to the Demdcratic convention with her son John Tuesday to speak, but

"Twas like opening night at “Top Banana” with Cary Grant, also Jane Wyman and children, in to cheer Phil Silvers, ~~ » y

Miss Wyman

Frank Costello's Imprisonment verdict vecalls =

his earlier remark about an 18-month term: “I - can do that easy” . . . Peggy Maley's new husband, Rickey Rafeld, is already having alimony

signed his Sunday night radio deal with GE, under which he'll probably also do two or three TV shows. $e @ ARE THE JOE (Mission to Moscow) Davieses separation-bound? Gossip is that his rich wife, Marjorie Post Hutton Davies, plans to spend much time in Texas ... NBC's Pat Weaver and Frank White are cooking up a co-ordination of some of the TV and radio operations, But they'll spare all the Big Names. Washington crack from Eddie Gallaher, the disc jockey: “Folks down here thought the GOP was going to nominate Abe Lincoln and Betty Furness” . .. Uncle Miltie Berle and Aunt Ruthie Cosgrove, home from Europe, went right to Lindy’'s. A Berle’s Pearl: “From now on Taft will only be the name of a hotel.” Incidentally, some folks frankly fear that Berle's TV rating must suffer this year from Bishop Sheen's ‘competition,

SBN TODAY'S. BEST LAUGH—"Many girls . . . of single lot . . . who live alone . . . would rather knot.”—Lois F. Pasley. : Johnny Ray's managers blame all that Milwaukee trouble on a publicity-seeking house dick . + . Pilots claim the flying ban over Lewisohn Stadium louses up their LaGuardia Field landings . .. Sugar Ray'll have a Paris cafe: “Chez Sugare.” TAFFY TUTTLE, the showgal, is furious about our Olympics team. “Imagine,” she fumes, “sending a bunch of amateurs” . , That's Earl, brother.

Political ‘Game’

raise a ruckus and pinch the girls, might once have been regarded as good, earthy carnival, and part of the American’ way. ‘Tain’t funny any more. It’s just dull, and sort of sad, like an old Legionnaire with delusions of 1918. Nor does the business of the handful of bosses, with the reins on the delegates, driving the show seem very appealing any more. It has boiled down to where a handful of men have controlled the vote, and the vote may very well be contrary to what the voters want. It may be exciting to barter delegates back and forth like cows, for value received, but the laughter ouit front is hollow, ®* & IN MY short span national elections have changed greatly. Once upon a time the expense of running the country was nearly nil, in today’s terms. I can recall Franklin Roosevelt being severely criticized for a 10-billion-dollar budget. Elections were run almost purely on the spoils basis. Didn't make a great deal of difference who got in, so long as they kicked out the incumbents and administered the patronage to the loyal constituents and party friends. It bred the curious kind of party loyalty that has marked Harry Truman's devotion to the late vice king, Tom Pendergast, and to some of his other, more recently tawdry cronies. But the man who gets the job today, and the men he takes along to help him, are something more than the old-style politicians. whose main task is keeping the home folks happy and dishing out the ripe jobs for the hard workers and their families. The boy who comes aboard today wears the weight of the world—Iliterally—on his bowed neck. > & HIS IS THE responsibility of the atom, of global and domestic bankruptcy, of evasion of a war that could simmer us all down to lava dust. His is the supervision of the spending of our mammoth taxes, taxes so huge that even the phony. prosperity of the day is not enough to keep the ends met. His is the control of the inflation which has nearly wrecked us. Yet, they use the hoary methods of competing for this job as if it were some gewgaw, some beauty contest or hog judging at a county fair. The eventual aim may be higher, once the winner is in office, but the able and dignified Mr, Taft's cohorts acted more like horse thieves than statesmen, and the process of the Republican Convention seemed rather like a barroom brawl. The nomination of Gen. Eisenhower, out of popular indignation at old-style, rough-and-tum-ble political procedure, will tell me that the people, if not the politicos, are; for a redrafting of our electoral process. are not throwing ‘box lunches for the third ward any more; we are architecting international well-being. Whatever it is, it sure ain't sport. . co : a fl

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TIMES PHOTOS BY LLOYD B. WALTON

SUNDAY, JULY 20, 1952

EXERCISING—Ed Hofmeister teaches Ann to use dumbells for arm exercises.

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HEADS UP — Ann practices walking.

Feet On The ‘Ground, Head In Clouds

By CHARLES MILLER

SCOTTY SUTHERLAND pulled his cap a little lower over his eyes as a silvery

airliner roared over head. “I sure don't have to worry about bringing one of these things in with a single beacon like I did one night when I used to run the old light.”

Then Alexander E. Sutherland, now head maintenance man at Weir Cook Municipal Airport, started recounting one of his hundreds of stories about airport life, “It was a soupy night,” Scotty sald. “And this fella didn’t like to have the light used when he landed. I kept it off for him. He came in for his landing and I listened to located his plane. “I figured that this time he'd come in wrong and switched on the light. It was just in time—he saw he was going to hit a fence and slammed on his brakes. We had to back the plane away from that fence. “He had four cups of coffee afterward and still asks about me.”

» ” ” THE PILOT, John A. Collings, lived to become executive vice president of Trans-World Alrlines. In his 21 years there, Scotty has watched the airport grow from one building and short runways to a .sprawling layout with” thousands of feet of hangar and office space. He worked on the night side at the field from the day he started until he became maintenance supervisor in 1947. The know-how and lore Scotty has picked up has served him and pilots well. ~~ ° Once, back in the days when Army pilots were flying the mail, two planes collided in mid-air over Plainfield. Search

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and rescue parties hastily were organized, but Scotty stayed by his light. “They asked me where they could find the one plane that

crashed. I thought a minute, figuring how lo had been gone and then gave em my answer. You know, they

found it only 60 feet from where | I'd said it would be, | - But now Scotty's contribu- | tion to Weir Cook is .supervis- | ing the upkeep of the grounds. He's proud of the lush ‘green grass that covers the field and approaches to the main build- | ing. He's also proud of the way |the buildings are kept clean.

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“It's a real job trying to keep 800 acres of ground and buildI work six days a week, sometimes seven, keeping up the place. “When I do get off on Fridays, I spend my spare time looking

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THE TALL, husky Scotsman was bitten by the aviation bug when he started working at Stout Field in 1927. He got to know all the big

names in aviation at that time and some unknowns who later became famous. They all got

~ to know the friendly guy who

helped service their planes, They relied on his judgment, too. ” “They used to call me long distance to find out what the weather would be, If I sald it was going to be bad, they stayed where they were or flew around Indianapolis.” When he moved over to what was then Municipal Airport he took over the operation of the beacon, In his spare time he helped service the planes and help the pilots. He estimates he knows at least 200 pilots by name. “Met Lindberg after he flew the Atlantic,” Scotty sald. “He was a real nice fellow. Had a cup of coffee with him a couple of times.” The days barnstorming take first place in Scotty's stories. “Back in those days, a fourseater plane would come in to pick up passengers, “It'd start down the runway but not get off. Then one passenger would get out. Usually the heaviest. ' “Then the plane would try again. Out would step another passenger. Sometimes the plane took off with only one passenger aboard. “Now they've got these planes that carry 80 passen= gers, It's still fun around here, but it’s not like the old days.” “That grass looks good, doesn't it?” Hg i He's proud of his job.at the doesn't know