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Inside Indianapolis By Ed Sovola

SIGHT-SEEING tours of Indianapolis for many years have been a subject for discussion and debate among travel agents, Somewhere along the line where the trees end and the forest begins, the venture never materialized. Proposed plans usually ended with two words, “Too risky.” Today sight-seeing tours are a reality. Two men gambled on out-of-town visitors who came here for conventions. Melvin T. Ross and Dorr Babcock, Ross & Babcock Travel Bureau, Inc, Claypool Hotel Lobby. frankly admit they were leary when they began to create a demand to see “Places and things you'll enjoy in this Hoosier Capital.” But they believed Indianapolis had much to offer. They also knew a stranger would find getting to the places of interest no easy task. It had to be a packaged deal. Transportation and informed guides were simple to procure. They believed if they could interest enough trade in viewing the 28 outstanding buildings, institutions and landmarks in the city, our civic fame would spread. FOR EXAMPLE, instead of a conventioneer going back home and saying he saw the Monument and Union Station and his hotel, he could say he saw the Indiana World War Memorial Plaza, Scottish Rite Cathedral, Medical Center, Indianapolis Motor Speedway, Governor's Mansion, to mention only five of the 28. In 21; hours, without strain or stress, the customer saw the highlights of the city, Of course, the big question was: Would it sell? Without much fanfare, the two men went to work on conventions. It would nevér do to lay an egg with sound effects. Ross and Babcock are cackling. They have hatched an egg that promises to grow up to be something to behold in the cash register. When the Knights of St. John invaded the city, swords, epaulets, plumes and all, 591 went sight-seeing. When breeders of Durocs (pigs) blew into town recently, 68 signed for the tour. Sixty-five persons attending the Parents-Teach-ers National Convention found time to take the tour. “I discovered a new appreciation of Indianapolis by talking to the enthusiastic visitor at the end of the tour,” Mel Ross said. “We're just too close to the subject to appreciate it fully.” “We tHink it's a feather in our hats to be able to send our customers all over the world as well as Indianapolis,” added Mr. Babcock. I'll add, more power to you gentlemen. Contrary to some opinions, Indianapolis isn't on the bottom of the heap.

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It Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson»

NEW YORK, Aug. 16—A man stepped up to Ezio Pinza’s table when he was lunching the other day and asked him: “Did you ever record ‘The Song of the Flea’? Pardon my ignorance for not knowing.” “You need not be ashamed,” replied Pinza. “I don't remember myself.” That's how busy—and confused—Pinza is since he’s gone from being a Great Lover on the musical stage to movies and television—leaving the Metropolitan Opera four years behind him. And now he is looking for a straight play with no singing.’ “Why do you want to do that? Everybody'll hate you for not singing,” I said. “The way I look at eet; eet -eez a new field for me,” the

Mr. Pinza

enormous, graying, sixtyish master of all talents said drinking a sip of vermouth and helping him-

self to some prosciuto at the 400 Restaurant.

“Some garlic in the salad?” a captain was

asking. “No garleeck,” he said. “I don’t like it. My father said it was the best medicine. But when I was a boy I worked, threshing the grain. I slept at night on the straw. Once we ate bread and garleeck and I was very bad sick.” : “Don’t they eat a lot of garlic in Italy?” we asked. “Not so much in the north. More in the south of Eetaly.” ; Another man asked for his autograph. The # man had heard him sing “South Pacific” a dozen times. “YOU WOULD think,” Pinza said, when the man had gone, “ ‘South Pacific’ is the only thing

I ever did in my life, Everybody that comes to

me mentions it. They don’t mention ‘Boris Godunoff,’ ‘Don Giovanni’ or ‘Marriage of Figaro.’ ”

“Will you do any opera again?” I asked. He

had now come to the chef’s salad mixed with oil

and vinegar. He was eating generously of the

bread.

“I wouldn't do opera unless I do it at the

Metropolitan or in San Francisco,” he answered, “I would prefer to do a play with no singing.”

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, Aug. 16—My vast wealth—diamonds, oil, wool and cattle, almost incalculable influence

Farkas of the Marine Corps, who is bucking the Supreme Court in Washington call a citrus medica limonum of the family rutaceae a lousy lemon, even when applied to an automoblie.

The story is simple. Cpl. Farkas has a car. He painted? the word ‘lemon” on it and

drew a few more fruits to emphasize his point. He was arrested and convicted in Washington’s Municipal Court when (OF the judge held the lemons violated a District of Columbia ordinance against displays

which tend to ridicule the maker of an auto-

mobile,

The corporal is a true Marine. He said the car him $600 in re-

ig a lemon. The car has. cost pairs since he bought it 80 days ago, and, by golly, he is taking this matter to the Supreme Court. I'm with the corporal all the way.

IN THE FIRST PLACE, it would seem the car is his’ property, no longer the property of the manufacturer, since it was bought secondfist. And, as his lawyer points out, the judge's ruling violates the right of a free man to free gpeech. I might also point out, if the car were owned by Pitcher Bob Lemon of Cleveland, he could write his name all over it until his arm drops off. If it were the property of Miss Lenore Lemmon, the individualist, she could draw lemons on it until the cows return. So if people named Lemon or Lemmon might legally inscribe their names or family crest on a vehicle, who is to say the corporal has not named his conveyance for a pitcher or a lady? Maybe he has an aunt named Lemon. I bet the judge didn't even ask him. Sho YOU COULD CARRY this to infinity. Maybe he likes lemonade. Maybe he is planning to enter the lemon business. Maybe he just thinks the word Jemon” and the pictures are pure decoration, as we used to write witty sayings on jalopies when I was in college. No judge may actively peer into a man’s: mind and tell him arbitrarily he is holding the car's manufacturer up to contempt. It is high-handed, for a start, “and makes fun of the whole citrus industry, and I advise the lemon growers to start counter proceedings immediately. Enough of pure legal fact and gem-hard logic. What 1 really wanted to say was that not enough

customers have been kicking about enough things

..taurant in the 50s where he'd been promised a

They've Succeeded In Selling Sights

KOREAN safety note: Airman 2C Phillip S. Strauss, son of Mr. and Mrs. Morris Strauss, 5039 Primrose Ave, wrote home from Korea: “Things back in the States don't sound very safe with all the traffic accidents. Also, I've been reading about the flying saucers over Naptown. “Seriously, I feel safer. If I were you, I'd worry about your own safety instead of ours over here.” o» oe oe

NELSON CHASTAIN, 2538 Madison Ave, thought the $11.75 he was socked for failing to come to a complete stop at a preferential street was pretty stiff. “I was behind a guy stopping. I just followed me,” Nelson grpaned. Ah,

who pulled out after him and a cop nailed that fine print of the

law, o> <>

THEN take the case of Tony Bayt, brother of Judge Phillip Bayt who wields a big gavel in Municipal Court 3. For doing 42 miles in a 30-mile zone, Tony was slapped with a $12 fine. Oh, brother, It was brother Phil who slapped on that fine. “« <3 BUMPED into Russ Miller, assistant line superintendent for the Power & Light and asked him, “What do you know?” I do that quite often. “A 50-foot cedar pole weighs 1550 pounds and a creosoted pine pole weighs 2068 pounds,” answered Russ, Exactly what I wanted to know. Now what? FLO GARVIN js back at The Keys and her piano sounds tres bon in the Montmarte Room . Maitre d'Keys (not quite right but it's French) Bernece Gray is all a-twitter about the 10 gowns she selected for Flo , .. With Earl Van Riper in the main salon and Flo on the upper level . . , Viola, pianooooo team ees par excellence, VINCE CONCANNON, president of the Indianapolis Association of Indiana Dry Cleaners Association, says the 800 employees of cleaning firms will have to worry about ketchup and mustard spots they pick up at their picnic in German Park today when they go back to work tomorrow. If they can see. No cleaning service will be available at the picnic. What a spot for a spot to be in, of oe oe VISITOR'S COMMENT: “The pattern of your one-way streets here is fine,” said Al Walther, Evansville resident with the State Democratic Committee. “Somebody did a good job. Traffic moves better than in years past.”

Master of the Song

- Wants Straight Play §

Now, though, he was waiting somewhat anxiously to see his new movie in which he Svasly Chaliapin. The picture is “Tonight We ing.” “Once we sang together Pinza remembered. “I had a hig watch that was stolen and I

in Philadelphia,”

told him about it. He took off a watch from his

chain and said, ‘Keep this as a present from me.’ “I did for a long time, but it was lost.” “Was it a valuable watch?” “It was an Ingersoll,” laughed Pinza.

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HE REMEMBERS Chaliapin as a rather bawdy fellow who liked to entertain at masculine parties where four-letter words could be uttered. without fear of gaspsy Once, he gave a party at a res-

private dining room. , . One couple sitting in the private dining. room was a violation of the agreement, according to Chaliapin. . He complained until the couple was asked to leave. Pinza—as Chaliapin—has no Jove affair or romance in the new film. He doesn’t mind. His previous movies have had him the lover of Janet

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"FAITHFUL POOCH—Boots meets Don Shoemaker on time.

ATCH—Tommy gets The Times from Mrs. Nichols.

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FETCH IT—He runs to his

master.

These Dogs Are ‘Times Carriers’

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES is “putting on the dog”

the dogs on their routes a lot of help in delivering The Times. Tommy, a 68-year-old English shepherd belonging to Mr. and Mrs. George Finney, RR 2, Greencastle, has been answering the call of Mrs. Nichols’ horn for over a year. “And since I started carrying the paper he has missed me only three times,” Mrs. Nichols said. “I just blow the horn

when I get near the Finney's house, and he runs out to meet

: o o o THE SHOEMAKER boys whistle when they come to the home of Chester D. Notter on Knightsville Rd. and two dogs race to see which will carry the paper to their master. “Tommy has been carryin’ the paper in since way before Mrs. Njchpls took the. route ah Maier said. “In fact he's good for just about everything except caring for stock. “1 can be takin’ a sack of corn to the hogs and give an ear to Tommy, and he'll take it right in and give it to the hogs.

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nowadays—and a smart lot of dogs they are. Mrs. Roseanna Nichols, Plainfield motor route carrier, and brothers Don and Lee Shoemaker, Brazil, have found

But he ain't worth a darn for rounding up the cows.” Mrs, Finney never has difficulty finding Tommy's food pan when it's time to feed him. “I come to the door with a plate of scraps in my hand, and he tears out in the yard to get his pan,” she laughed.

” » o CARRYING the paper is only one of the tricks Mr. Notter's dogs do. - They help him around his small farm and both are trained to bring his house slippers to him. Boots, a 3'3-year-old rat terrier, likes to stand on his hind legs and walk around in his

master's shop. The other dog, Joe—a large shepherd, has been trained to carry a bucket when Mr. Notter goes to feed the chickens. He also rounds up the chickens in the barn-

yard.

“Joe goes out to .bring the chickens in and tries to drive them,” Mr. Notter sald. ‘But if they don’t come fast enough or try to get away from him, them up mouth and carries them in.”

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HANDY DOG—Joe brings feed bucket to Chester Notter

Leigh and Lana Turner. “I don’t think those lover roles were very

believable,” he said, coming now to the espreszo -caffee in demi-tasse.

Weather Bureau Doesn’t Trust Bunions

v'know—and my (I once fixed a parking ticket) are foursquare behind Cpl. Frank

for the rignt to

“Because of the age?” I asked, stepping delicately.

“I don’t think the age mattered,” he said. “What if there is an age difference? My wife is young like that. What about Stokowski and Gloria Vanderbilt? What about Al Jolson? “It seems strange, but it is not strange,” he

went on, philosophizing a little. “I think young women like old men.

“I don’t know why,” he added, and then another thought came to him.

“No, it is not true that young women like old men,” he said. “They like young old men.”

. G& & TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: “The trouble with some movie stars’ making a comeback,” says Herb Shriner, “is that a lot of 'em ain't been any place.” , + » That's Earl, brother.

Bob Thinks Marine's ‘Lemon’ Needs Aid

recently, which is why we have been beaten

over the head so consistently in recent years by

the people who have ungraciously accepted our money for things they so kindly have permitted us to buy—after due process of standing in line, of course.

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NOT ENOUGH GUYS like Cpl. Farkas have had the guts to rear.back and holler the product smells on ice, and let us have a little more servyice, politeness and quality, please. It is nn matter the corporal hought the heap of his own® will. Now he’s got it he doesn't have to like it. Let him yell, and paint his lemons. There is nothing more aggravating than a car that keeps coming unstuck. I left hits and pieces of mine all along the trail from Washington to Miami a vear ago, and when I got there I barely had the same chassis I started in. If it had been a horse I would have shot it, and, as it was, I left it there to starve, Some used-car.dealers—not, of course, the reputable—would slap a coat of paint and stuff a

By DAVE WATSON O, THROBBING bunions, the moon is full, don’t plant the spuds. Gibberish? Could be, but it might be a weather report too. It isn't quite the thing you would hear if you called Weather Bureau headquarters here. If you did that you would get scientific conclusions drawn from readings of thermometers, barometers, anemometers and dozens of other technical gadgets.

But that {isn't enough for everyone. Some of the old rule of thumb forecasting proverbs are used by many—with tongue in cheek — to backstop the weather man. For unknown ages man has pitted his forecasting skill against the vagaries of the ele-

ments, trying to keep a couple

of jumps ahead of weather

changes. .

He has kept one eye on the skies as he tended his flocks of sheep, scanned shifting weather vanes before putting his ships to sea, and ldoked for signs of rain for his parched crops. n » n WALLACE BERTRAND, Weather Bureau chief here, said most of the proverbial guides

apparently spring up in farming areas and sea coasts, where weather dominates the life of sailor and: farmer. Strangely, the meteorologist

said, a few are comparatively sound weather indicators, though the great majority are useless. The same’ finding has been disclosed by many weather experts. One of the most popular methods found by Mr. Bertrand in his service throughout the

country, is the old ‘aching. bunion” rain forecaster. Its, devotees include those

with broken bones which :start to ache and throb a few hours before rain is to fall. The weatherman grinned a little sheepishly as he added: “You know, I broke a couple of fingers not tno long ago, and

they really hurt when it gets damp and cold.” zo s o HERE IN Indiana Mr.

Groundhog has become quite a personage as forecasts of spring are made. He is supposed to pop out of his hibernation hole each Feb. 2 for an observation. ' If he shadow, back into the hole he and six more weeks of winter are to come,

gees his

goes,

If there is no sun, there is no shadow, and ‘Mr. stays up, bringing with him an early spring. This year the sun was out for 22 minutes, Groundhog went back into his hnle, but the weather refused ‘to co-operate. Temperatures immediately went ahove average. Still persistent today is the proverh which declares potatoes should be planted in the dark

in meteorology, though it is far

Groundhog

of the moon, because the spuds grow under the earth where

there is no light. Temperature guesses are

something else again.. There is a proverb for that, too, and it states:

“Fast runs the ant as the mercury rises.” Which means all you need is a stop watch, a few ants, time to test their speed, and you can tell what the temperature is. According to a college professor an ohserver equipped with a speed chart for ants at various temperatures can tell within one degree what the mercury reading is at the time of observation. This is based on the conclusion the hotter it gets the faster an ant will move.

o n n THE OLD sailor's device is one which has some foundation

from infallible. It urges that:

“Red at night, sailor's delight; red in the morning, sailor take warning.” Though not always accurate, the sky conditions at the times mentioned stem from wind and cloud movements in air pressure areas which can mean rain or calm. There are enough rule of thumb weather guides to fill a bonk, but the Weather Bureau isn't planning any sudden change in its forecasting techniques, “We'll go by the instruments,” Mr. Bertrand said.

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little rawdust into a Stanley Steamer and tell vou it was a 1953 Cadillac. And, at best, vou take chances with a piece” of secondhand goods. This you know, and are prepared for. If vour worst fears are realized, you don’t have to hollar whoopje and go dancing in the streets. You can kick and scream. 1 hope the corporal wins his case, and I think the judge in Washington is an old sourpuss. Sour like, in lemon.

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q—1 took the advice nf neighbors on how to plant some glads. And so far out of 200 bulbs I only have ahout a dozen blooming. The rest either dry up or don't seem to have any flowers at all coming out. Bridgeport. A—Don’t blame your poor neighbors. Blame the .gladiolus thrips. It's so small neither you nor the neighbors would be likely to notice it. But they do indeed “dry up” glads. For they suck the plant juices right out of the leaves and flowers. Yours sound too far gone to do much about. But other readers who may be noticing first signs of drying leaves or flowers had better get busy right away. (This, of course, assumes that you've been giving glads plenty of water: during these dry weeks.) DDT spray will help salvage what's left of a thrips infested glad planting. Then next fall or winter dust vour bulbs with 3 to 57% DDT dust while they're in storage and you'll get rid of ‘most of the pests. When bulbs have a- really heavy infestation it's often ‘necessary to spray or dust as well during the summer. But DDT dust during storage .is the most effective treatment.»

A HAPPY—"] want to learn something so | can be a mail man when | grow up,’ said Andrew Moore, 926 S. Kenwood Ave. He's in 3A at School 6,

‘HARD WORK~—Tommy Dugan, 1524 . N. Ewing St., will bein the 5th grade at * School 54. "| don't like to go back," he, | said. "It's much too hard work."

| LIKE IT—Jimmy Cko, 438 E. Washington St., has a different answer. "| like to go to school," he said. Jimmy is a - 2d grader at School 22,

DOUBTFUL—"1'l miss all the. fun I've been having this summer," said Chester Kinney, 1926 Bloyd Ave. Chester will be in the 7th grade at School 38. A a, 1 : - : i : . i. ot 3 en : Sh i y Clie Ey J . * : 2 : : 5 3 E . w 4