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11, 1952

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Inside Indianapolis” ” By Ed Sovola

WITH ONLY five Aleuts in the United States, it was imperative to chat with one who visited our local boundaries, charming Aleut, Alexandra Gromoff. We didn’t talk much about why she came to Indianapolis. Well, would you talk about a movie, “The World in His Arms.” \ starring Gregory Peck and Ann Blyth, which she is plugging?

In respect to the premiere showing, from, which all the proceeds will go forthe -Sullivan Memorial PAL Clubs Camp, it's worth applause. Incidentally, Miss Gromoff was a technical adviser for the picture, She also saw the finished product and says it's an excellent piece of work. So be it. : ssh My main concern was to = Miss Gromofl get some firsthand information on blubbér-eating, kyaks and sealskin coats, Miss Gromoff shocked the parka hood off me. “My first taste of whale meat was in a New York restaurant last week. The only kyak I ever saw was in a Brooklyn museum and if an Aleut wants a sealskin coat, she orders one from St. Louis,” she answered. ¢ ¢ SHE SAID customs today on St. Paul Island, one of the Pribilof Islands in the Bering Sea, are similar to our own. Practically a chain-smoker, she pointed out it was one of the marks of civilization. Other marks were apparent in the way she wore clothes and high-heeled shoes. Somehow we let our thoughts stray to the two stars of “The World in His Arms.” Ann Blyth doesn’t excite her. Gregory Peck doesn't excite me. I think Ann Blyth is terrific, She sighed when she spoke the name, Gregory. Miss Gromoff will finish her studies at New York University next year. After she is graduated, she plans to teach in the Pribilof Islands. She will be the only teacher able to teach in English and the Aleutian language. Her one worry is that no man has shown an Interest in following her from the university to the Pribilof’s. While attending classes she has no trouble. It was cafe to say, “If I were free .,.” That's the way it goes,

It Hap By Earl

PORTLAND, Ore, Aug. 11 —“You mustn't miss the most famous bar in all the northwest,” author Stewart Holbrook said. I try to miss no bars which are famous—or Infamous—for they're usually good copy. And this was a famous “logger’s bar.” I soon bellied up to Erickson's bar on Skid Row. “This here bar at one time was 684 feet long,” cackled a knobby-knuckled old “pensioner.” “Guess it’s only about 100 feet long now,” conceded Albert Hall, the night manager, thumbing some snuff. Behind the bar I also saw all the “eatin’ tobaccos.” I thought to myself, what a page from the past this place was. Earlier in the day, visiting some leading Portlanders, we'd talked of “Town and Country,” “The New Yorker,” Jacques Fath, Ceil Chapman, private schools, etc. This bar was remote from that—yet just a few blocks away. “Where’s Jumbo Reilly?” I asked the night manager. . “Who?” He was busy serving 10-cent beers. “And Halfpint Halverson?” “I been here since 1921.. Don’t know neither one.” Then I realized I was talking of the loggers of years before yesterday. I got out my copy of Holbrook’s “Far Corner”’—and pointed to the - tale of Halfpint Halverson. WD de IN THOSE LUSTY DAYS, Frickson's had five entrances. Halfpint Halverson got a full pint in him one night. He had to be “run out” by Jumbo Reilly, the bouncer. Deciding to go where his patrohage would be appreciated, he walked up the street and turned In—to one of Erickson’s other doors. Jumbo Reilly flung him out again. He sought another saloon, and Jumbo heaved him out again. A fourth, a fifth time, hunting a new drinking spot, he staggered into Erickson’s and got propelled out. The last time he glared at Jumbo and demanded: ‘Vas you a bouncer in every bar in dis town?” That's the way it was in the colorful old days. Today there’s a small forest almost in the middle of Portland, and even a logging operation—but the loggers don't hit Portland as they once did. “Who's your bouncer now?” I asked. “We don’t have any,” the night boss said. “We close up at midnight and avoid those brawls.” Now in this beautiful Mount Hood and Co-

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Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW “YORK, Aug. 11—As a slightly seedy former sporting-type writer, you should pardon the expression, it is with considerable shame that I confess absolute ignorance of the recent Olympics, and couldn't spell you off a single name except Bob Mathias—and don’t know whether that’s got one or two t's in it. When I was knee-high to a short shot- putter I could tell you the Jim Thorpe story and I was hot with the Paavo Nurmis and “later on the Jesse Owneses and Eleanor Holms. ‘It seemed important for our people in short pants to cross those wild waters to strive for country ’tis of thee, home, mother and amateur athletics. Now I cannot seem to care. Boys in short pants are just boys in short pants, and if I owned a hammer I wouldn't throw it.. I probably would hit my finger with it in fruitless pursuit of a nailhead.

THIS bothers me, because I still bleed when the Yankees kick one and read about the fights and follow the football. It seems to me that an ex-sports hand is derelict in his duty when his country goes to peaceful war every four years and he doesn’t even bother to ask who win the potato race or the three-legged javelin throw. But nobody else I know has expressed any interest in all this sweat and tears either, although the papers have covered it manfully and the magazines are loaded with pictures of it. I am about come to the conclusion that most folks don’t care ‘about grown people running marathons and flinging javelins and jumping over hurdles very much any more. As a youngster in the racket I was always a touch suspicious about people who had the time and ‘concentration to indulge in track and field sports, because they always seemed to me to be a lot of heavy effort to accomplish nothing much. o> & » WHAT I mean is, you mostly just wind up

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“out of breath.” Who wants to put a shot? TIT am™

for leaving it alone. Who frees his soul by heaving a hammer? Who wants to run nine miles, when there is a taxi on every corner or you can even walk? We have law called gravity. All the pole-vaulters in the world, including the preacher, will never replace Isaac Newton's apple, Also, lean-jawed devotees make you nervous. They keep talking about clipping a tenth of a second off the benzedrine mile, or something, and they worry about it. They usually die of heart attacks at a very young age, too, I've noticed. There is a theory lurking in my thecry file that we never really ever cared much about the Olympic games for what actually went on in them. I think we were suffering from a great big inferiority complex in those days, with special emphasis on Europe. Just the fact we packed. our young all the way across that ocean to compete with the furriners we never hoped to see our ownselves was what made it big. It was

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Go to Brooklyn For Your Kyaks

Tip to coal users: Empty milk cartons are excellent for starting fires quickly in a furance, stove, fireplace. Satisfied users say it beats kindling all to blazes. File this in the coal bip for future reference, please. Ne <« ALL SORTS of advice and information has been coming in since your obedient servant turned pumpkin-grower. E. IL. Akers, 209 E, St. Joseph St., has the simplest suggestion. “All you have to

~"do. is plant the seed and forget it. When it starts

growing, point the vine toward Nappanee and your worries about hauling the winner are over.” Attached to the note was a report by Leonard Haseman of the University of Missouri in “Science)’ The gentleman reported the amazing growth of a stray pumpkin seed which was found in a row of garden beets. The plant received no added fertilizer and no cultivation. The figures Mr. Haseman quotes are hard to believe. He says in 173 growing days, the plant produced a total overall vine growth of 1986 feet and averaged five inches of growth a day. Furthermore (mine eyes are filling up), this monster produced 20 pumpkins weighing a total of 300 pounds, enough to produce 500 pies. ¢ & MR. AKERS and friends, I know not what others produce. All I know is that Harlen Fulmer, assistant county agent in charge of horticulture, looked at my vine and three pumpkins the other day and shook with pity. said muck farmers up north don't give a second glance to pumpkins the size I had and hoped to enter in the Muck Crop Show in Nappanee, Oct. 28-31. And one is the size of a basketball. Contest entries, he said are never under washtub size. Last yeap he saw pumpkins so large a man couldn’t put his arms around the middle. Mr. Fulmer took soil samples which he will test. You can imagine the sadness that prevailed around Fire Station 15. Pvts. Charles Weaver and James Kafader wept openly when they heard chances of having a winner were slight. Capt. Delbert Emhardt and his men—1I helped, too—have weeded, dug, watered, pampered that plot that Mr. Fulmer says won't yield a lot. He says we need a miracle and after the soil is analyzed, we're going to try for one.

This Saloon Saw Some Really Rough Guys

lumbia River area they export other things besides lumber. In the recent past they have exported Spade Cooley, Gloria Krieger and Mary Jane Tarola to Hollywood, Martha Wright to “Sou Pacific” and Johnnie Ray to the weeping wor

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THE MIDNIGHT EARL IN N. Y.... Army Ordnance will unveil its 280 mm, atomic cannon at Aberdeen proving grounds next month. , . . Cy Howard will produce the “That’s My Boy” TV series; and wants Joel Grey for the Jerry Lewis role. . . . Audrey Totter’s setting a great example tor Hollywood actresses; she leaves Sunday to entertain troops in Korea. Restaurants and cafes are getting phony “Ali Khan” and “Farouk” reservations from practical jokers, . . . Joe E. Lewis, the horse-playin’ cafe favorite, is sending pals sport shirts with pictures of mutual tickets. Prison-bound Frank Costello gave his waiter at Lindy’s a $2 tip... Leila Martin is one of the beauties in “Wish You Were Here.”

Nancy Valentine, the Maharanee of CoochBehar, : bought an ermine sari, or native gown. y on . « A girl singer was nabbed on a narcotics charge the day she was to sign her first big record contract. . . . Samia Gamal, the wiggling Egyptian, was known to her Hollywood fans as “Jelly Belly.” ., . If the Folies Bergere is brought to this country, it’ll probably be shown in a B'way movie house. They're being looked over. Warner's will give a star build-up to Susan Whitney, 12, who scores in “Our Lady of Fatima.” ... Celeste Holm has been offered an hour-long TV show. Movie hard guy Lawrence Tierney was at the Embers with Sandra Scott. . . . Mitchell Parrish won out over 300 lyricists, and will have his words fitted to “Blue Tango.” . . . The Fred Hammers (she's Andrea’ Luckenbach) are in Splitsville. :

Miss Holm

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WISH I'D SAID THAT: “There are three classes of women—the intellectual, the. beautiful and the majority.”—Quote. That's Earl, brother.

- . Glamor’s Fading From Olympics

100-yard dash we had defeated the untrustworthy strangers who sneered at us from afar. oo < oe WAR AND THE airplane wrecked the Olympics as a great spectable of breath-taking national interest. Once you have shot a German or an Italian or a Jap you are not really interested in beating him at squat-tag. Once the youth of your land has breakfasted in Rome, lunched in Paris, dined in Lisbon and breakfasted in New York, in that order, a lot of the mystery has disappeared from water-crossings. Not long ago I went to Europe for a week end, on one of the TWA tourist flights, a budget operation which gets you there in a hurry at some sacrifice to frills, for a short fee. There were people on the plane I flew that would never, in a normal life: expectancy, have the time or money to get to Europe on even a fast boat. There were people coming over here who couldn't have contemplated it under the old terms—including one charming old Greek lady who had just pressed a fast call on her restaurant-owning son in Ohio. All I'm saying is that there is no mystery to international living any ‘more, and that's why I think the Olympic stars are sweating largely for their own amusement. The glamor’s gone, done to death by Mars and the brothers Wright.

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q—We have a tree with big leaves called a cigar tree. When would be the best time to move it? It is 3 to 4 feet tall. Mrs. C. M. Dailey, 457 Arbor Ave. A—I've never heard “cigar tree” as a name for a catalpa but it must be. If so, it’s a tough

Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column in The Sunday Times

cept in the hottest, driest weather. For catalpas

will survive even after they’ve been pruned back:

most cruelly, The best time to move most trees is when they are dormant. That means a long stretch of time between late October and early March. But because ground may be frozen or muddy later in the season you'll find November is a good time to do it. Q—Lower leaves on my African violet ‘wilt. Should I remove them or let them dry up? Mrs. John Hentzy, Cicero. A—Remove them. Check whether you are overwatering your plants. That often causes droopy leaves. Readers who are having this and other- African violet troubles may send a selfaddressed stamped envelope to Dishing the Dirt and receive the TIMES free leaflet on African

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The Indianapolis Times

MONDAY, AUGUST 11, 1952

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PENTAGON SPREAD—

Army Wages War On New Foe, In Battle Of Bulging Waistlines

By ALBERT M. COLEGROVE

WASHINGTON,

Aug. 11—Admitting

it has too

many deskbound fatties in the nation's capital, the Army blushingly disclosed today that the big push is on to hoist those fallen military chests back up above the belt.

In its counter offensive to halt that sack-of-potatoes appearance, the Army is marching Washington soldiers to the weighing scales once a week and “giving a stern, fishy eye” to overstuffed sergeants who can't touch their toes during a compulsory weekly exercise period. At one installation, thepe's even a ‘diet table,” where bar-rel-shaped orderlies and ballooning clerks pick glumly at leafy salads and boiled eggs in a grim effort to recapture thelr boyish bounce.

3 ” » THE ATTACK on “Pentagon Spread” was started about six weeks ago, said a spokesman at headquarters of the Military District of Washington, which includes all posts in this area. “Right now, it is in the first, or harassing, phase,” he explained. “Part of the program Is weighing everybody once a week and giving a stern, fishy eye to the fat boys.” The Army has a continuing physical fitness plan, he sald, the main idea being nobody's immune to Korean shipping orders and the military doesn’t want its soldiers puffing into combat with extra ballast. But the Washington program is something special. The “diet table” is a feature of the 7021st Area Service Unit

at Ft. McNair in southwest Washington. It was conceived by M/Sgt. Frank Deprinde, the T021st's meas ‘ supervisor, whose 300 daily diners include the orderlies for some 15 generals and the enlisted men who work at the National War College and the Armed Forces Industrial College. Attendance at the “diet table” is voluntary—‘“so far,” said the military district spokesman.

» ” ” WITH ADVISORY help from the Ft. McNair surgeon, M/Sgt. Deprince provides 17 bulging clients with what's described as “a very attractive low-calorie menu.” He leans to proteins instead of starches, For breakfast, there's fruit juice, boiled or poached eggs (not fried) and butterless toast. Lunches and dinners run to lean meat and salads—without dressing. At other mess halls in the Washington area, the stress is on self-control and wide hints to broad patrons. “They're appealing to soldierly pride,” it was explained, “but if that doesn't work— well, the ax may fall.” So far, the commissioned ranks are on their words as officers and geritlemen to take

stiff workouts periodically and, if necessary, to make regular pllgrimages to the squash courts in the Pentagon Officers

United Press Telephoto.

WHAT A 'MESS'—The "diet table" at Ft. McNair, Washington, is the Army's newest "torture" device for fat boys. One soldier eats regular Gl fare to demonstrate the horrors of reducing.

Ride the Wild Horses . . ‘Harness Impulses for Better Life’

When we put bits into horses’ mouths. ond make them obey us, we control the rest of their bodies also.—James 3:3. (Twentieth Century version.)

By J. WALLACE HAMILTON THE wild horses we have to deal with are our instincts—the untamed im-

pulses of human nature.

The Apostle James had never heard of psychologists or psychiatrists but he knew about the conflicts in the soul. “What is the cause of the fighting and quarreling that goes on among you? Is it not

This is the first of six excerpts from notable sermons about the “Wild Horses” within us all, preached by Mr. Hamilton, one of America’s most exciting pastors. He is the founder of Community Drive-In Church, St. Petersburg, Fla., a clergyman who never attended university or theological school.

to be found in the passions which struggle for the mastery of your bodies?” It has never been said better. Wild horses there inside you. That's your problem and the whole human problem in a nutshell: What to do with the wild horses of human instinct? There are only three major answers: a o " THE FIRST ANSWER Is that of self-assertion. Let the wild horses run. Give free rein to your natural instincts. Nature itself endowed us with them; they are all natural — therefore self-justifying. Whatever.is natural is beautiful, and whatever is beautiful must be right. 5 It is amusing to hear this view presented as #the new morality.” It isn’t new and it isn’t morality. It is the oldest idolatry on earth. Dip down anywhere in ancient life and you will fipd

. that men often worshiped an-

imals — bulls, snakes, sacred cows. In some lands, they still

"do.

More often, they worshiped the animals within themselves. They bowed down before the passions of their own natures. Ancient man defied his passions. Bacchus was god of his appetite. Venus and Aphrodite were the embodiment of

his love passion. In Mars, Wo-

No. 1—

Mr. Hamilton

den and Jupiter, he incarnated his stormy impulse to conquer and kill. Today man has outgrown the images of Bacchus but he is still controlled by his appetite. He has destroyed the temples of Venus but he is still dominated by his passions, He has dismissed Mars as an idol but the war gods still call him into battle and the wild horses of carnal desire still drive roughshod over earth.

So the “new morality” is nothing but a very old idolatry.

» n s THE SECOND answer {8 the extreme opposite of self-asser-tion. It is the answer of the way of self-negation. This answer holds that our primitive desires are so fierce that we must find a way to reduce them. The horses are wild, so we

—must-tame them, take.the. fire...

and fight out. of ‘them, make them lie down and be still. If the way of self-assertion would eliminate the riders, the way of self-negation would eliminate the horses. That is what Buddhism is, and Hinduism too. They are great religions dedicated to the elimination of desjre. Buddha saw desire as the source of all evil and suffering and conflict. He said, “You must free your soul of desire. Cut out the roots of it. Depude your heart of every want, and in utterly pasgionless existence vou will find peace of mind, contentment, and after much. practice come at last to Nirvana, a state of nothingness.”

~~ It 1s & good trick if you can

do it: “Get rid of your headache by cutting off your head.” Reduce the conflicts of personality by destroying the powers that make the person. To... SO WE COME to the third answer: The way of Christ—not selfassertion, nor self-negation, but self-fulfillment: Jesus is come not to destroy our powers but to bring them to fulfillment. Jesus is not at war with our human nature. He does not say that our instincts are born of evil. He understood that every

+ weed is a potential flower. Great

sinners and great saints contain much the same stuff. The

_same instincts that made a

Napoleon could have made a Paul. What to do with the wild horses? Harness them, Put them to work. Ride them, rejoicing in their strength. That's His answer,

Jesus was attracted to the irreligious. Because they were so lnaded with earthy vitamins they made good prospects for Christian discipleship. Would you have chosen Matthew? He was a cheat, a gambler, a tax gatherer for Rome. “Come,” He said to Matthew, “Follow me.” He chose Matthew. » ” n PETER WAS no shrinking violet. The big fisherman could take care of himself along the waterfront. James and John were nicknamed “sons of thunder.” Does Jesus take the fight out of men? No. He redeems and redirects it. You say you have a temper.

You would like to be rid of that temper so you could be a Chris--

tian. God wants men of temper. He chose such men. Saul of Tarsus was a man of temper,

Christ on the Damascus road, he was still a fighter but now for the truth and the Kingdom of God. There are many ways of describing conversion, I put it like this: Conversion is that process through which the redeeming power of God . .. harnesses the wild horses of your nature to His majestic purposes and makes them the servants of the new life in Christ. Suppose we consider, in the chapters to come, some of the untamed impulses and stormy emotions which, by the power of God, can be converted to constructive, spiritual use. NEXT—Th ild Horse of Snobbishness. },

a~born-fighter:—After--he--met...

Athletic Club. The situation is not devoid of humor. A slim young private got even

Well-Fed Troops—

for life when he heard his commanding officer tell a sergeant he looked like a‘*mobile pyramidal tent.

Gal Plans Tasty Meals For Gl ‘Chowhounds’

By CHESTER POTTER WASHINGTON, Aug. 11 — She won't be 28 until Aug. 27, but she has the responsibility of seeing that GI Joes of the Army and Air Force get the right food, the kind they like and enough of it. 8he’s Mrs. Helen Cacheris, a civilian employee of the Quartermaster General's Office here. Mrs. Cacheris is chief of the menu planning branch of the Food Service Division. A serious-minded young woman is this brown-eyed, brownhaired dietitian, To her, the job of seeing the troops get 4000 calories daily at a cost of about $1.11 per day Is “fascinating.” She plans military menus six and one-half months in advance. After she plans them, Army and Air Force officers go over the menus, approve or disapprove them and send them out to the “station level”—the cantonments, camps, air fields and forts. » ” ” AT STATION LEVEL, commanding officers and the menu boards have the right to substitute items on the basis of local supply, “acceptability” of it by the men—meaning whether experience shows they like ft—and local prices of seasonable foods. But the Quartermaster General has found the . menus which Mrs. Cacheris has planned, go over very well with

ly Southern group of troops prefers hominy grits or rice to mashed potatoes, a switch is made.

Mrs. Cacheris plans only for troops in the U. 8. and Alaska.

When Mrs. Cacheris plans her menus, she has to keep an eye on supply, on cost, on the seasons and a dozen other factors. She plans =o the cost, which has to be estimated when planning menus so far in advance, will be a couple of cents per man under the daily ration allowance.

Those couple of cents are called a “cushion” and are there to take up any increase in prices meanwhile. If prices should drop—which they haven't —the “cushion” will be greater. But that “cushion” must be used up in feeding the troops. Mrs. Cacheris advocates

milk and more ice cream. o o ” MRS. CACHERIS makes frequent trips interviewing mess sergeants, cooks and bakers to find out what the men want to eat. That's how she finds out what food is “acceptable.” If the men turn up their noses and turn down their mess kits

at Brussels sprouts—and they:

do—that fact is noted by Mrs. Cacheris. “They never turn down steak,” smiled Mrs. Cacheris when asked what is the favorite food. “And that goes for ice cream, milk, mashed potatoes, french fries, apple pie or roast ‘beef. “Another tavorite 1s Bluetigss

the-“eushion’-be-used-for-more-

ry or blackberry pie. But we can only serve it seven times a year," : How come? “Well, the supply of berries is so limited, if we served it more often there wouldn't be enough for the civilian population.” GI Joe can figure, because of Mrs, Cacheris’ planning, he is going to have grilled steak, sirloin or T-bone three times a

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United Press Telephoto.

FOOD EXPERT—Helen Cacheris has a large "family" to feed—all the Army and Air Force men in the U. S. and Alaska. She plans their menus in her Washington headquarters.

month. Roast beef will be on the mess table twice a month and so will pot roast and swiss steak. Baked ham five times a month and also pork loin roasts in the winter months. Stews, veal ‘cutlets, ground meat wieners, and chicken or turkey, along with fish, which isn't very “acceptable,” fill out the main courses. Fowl is served from four to seven times a month, depending on the season, “We plan for lamb about once in three months,” Mrs, Cacheris said. “The boys wouldn't eat it more often. ” » LJ “TURNIPS ARE unacceptable too, but we can’t eliminate them entirely. The turnip growers have to be kept happy so we serve turnips once a year. Broccoli, spinach, Brussels

sprouts and asparagus are other vegetables we have found the

-~.men.don’t usually care for.”

You can get-a pretty ‘good idea how the cost of living has shot up in the last dozen years by comparing today’s $1.11 with the previous ration allowances. For instance, in 1940 it was 40 cents; in 1947, 80 cents, followed by another sharp hike to $1.03 in 1948.

Naturally, Mrs. Cacheris knows how to cook. But she is quite open to suggestions from the mess sergeants, the company cooks and the bakers with whom she talks when she goes into the field, “They frequently submit recipes and we try them out, she said. “If ‘we find they are good we include them in our Fetipe J book.” 9