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Inside Indianapolis By Ed Sovola j

MYSTERY MELODY: Harold R. Taylor, veep of Union Federal Savings & Loan Association, and wife Helen are haunted by a portion of a song . .. “Just like a gypsy I've lived my whole life through, watching and waiting for somebody like you... And now that I've found you, I live my whole life through , , .» They sing a mean duet . . . yelling for more” does no good, that's all there is . . . maddening.

. > do» y DID YOU HEAR about the local business executive who remarked as he left the Lake Louise region in Canada: “I'll be glad to get out of here, the mountains block the scenery.”?

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ROSCOE FRASER, Purdue University extenslon specialist in vegetables, left me holding a pumpkin while he skips off to Europe. Informed me he'll be back Oct. 9. With the note Roscoe included a query from W. S. Weaver, vocational agricultural instructor in Delphi . , . “I am wondering if I could use an ultraviolet ray light at night to keep my pumpkins growing.” Roscoe thinks it's worth a try, ... sounds like an answer a man would give when he's packing for Europe + . + at the rate my pumpkins are growing now, even with ultra-violet light, I'll enter them in the Muck Crop Show in Nappanee next year,

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TOM HASBROOK, president of the Indiana University Club, urges all loyal alumni to come out to the annual stag picnic, Saturday, Sept. 6, at the farm of Charley McCormick. Besides food and drink, the attractions include Athletic Director Pooch Harrell, Football Coach Bernie Crimmins and staff, President Herman B Wells and other officers of the university. Sotinds like fun. Can the old hands at getting out advise a youngster in the marital ranks how to ask for a Satur-

It Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson

HOLLYWOOD, Aug. 26—“Love your neighbor,” it says in the Good Book—and that's why I love to come to Hollywood—all the glamourpusses are your neighbors, Some, are ladies, and some ain't. Livvy is a lady. Olivia De Hav-7"77 CR flland, that is.; : Livvy and her. blue-eyed son and his blue-eyed cat are my neighbors at the rambling, Beverly Hills Hotel. But I had tof ride many miles, past many acres; of other glamor-: pusses, to get to: 20th Century Fox, to see Livvy! the Lady. i Livvy the Lady sat under a large: black hat — the kind worn by widows — “learning English”; when I stepped! softly into her TE ni Olivia DeHavilland already knew English,” I mentioned timidly to the lady. She had on several yards of beautiful curls that were doubtless her own, because she's a lady. She looked—there I go again, losing my head—beautiful. “I wanted to get English down,” she said, explaining she meant English—and not American, “I wanted to get it thoroughly.” “Take the word ‘there,’ for example”’—She stabbed at her lips with a lipstick pencil.

“The English don’t say there. They say *theyah.’ “Or the word ‘before’ The English say b'faw.’

“The English say ‘family’ but we say ‘famlee’ Americans say ‘morning’ and the English say ‘mawning’ I want to learn the whole thing so my speech will have an English flavor to it.” BH db IT WASN'T NECESSARY for me to ask why the heck she wanted to have an English flavor, for I knew she was practicing up for her new picture, “My Cousin Rachel,” her first Hollywood chore in four years. And that's the kind of perfectionist she is. So when she says to her son, Ben, 3, “I can't play with you now, because I've got to learn English,” that's what's going on. Livvy the Lady—since her breakup with writer Marcus Aurelius Goodrich—has been making a new sort of life for herself. You can be sure that it'll be dignified, for she does, well, almost everything, dignifiedly. She even kisses dignifiedly. I watched her kissing young actor Richard Burton during the picture shooting. "Twas a nice 18-karat, perfect stone of a kiss. But not one that would drive a fellow wild. Of course she was supposed to be a foster-mother or something. Still, she has as much sex appeal in her face and lips as Marilyn Monroe and Jane

the Division's comman bell, 1305 N. Delaware St.; Pvt. Richard L.

BACK HOME AGAIN—Hoosiers serving with the Darmstadt, Germany, Sehr around their state flag,

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» day off to go to a stag? This is serious. “Come and join in lies together ,, .” “ . ST 4 Db AT THE Harrison Apartments, 1320 N. Dela« ware St., occupants on the first floor have no door mats. Folks on the second floor have 100 pet cent protection. On the third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors, there are only a few. Opportunity for a door mat salesman to clean up. PN aw GET THAT BABY HOME: In the fizzling '30s, “Walking My Baby Back Home” was a popular tune and pastime as well as a necessity, The revival of the ditty lacks something in this day of roaring tail pipes . .. mostly “baby.” $ Te BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON: Something new in bird-watching will be introduced locally Labor Day. Mrs, Evadne Hayword Hibben, 2933 N. Meridian St., spearheads a hardy group who will study night bird migrations. They will man one of 200 volunteer stations throughout the United States, Their findings—direction of flight, volume of migration—will be sent to Louisiana State University. The night bird watchers, who have two telescopes, include Mrs. Hibben, William Barnes, Howard Wright, Phil Kahl, Henry Compton West. “ OS DH EMBARRASSING MOMENT: What do you do when you drop a load of groceries in a strange woman’s market cart and she proceeds to engage in a tug-of-war? Blush, yes. But isn't there anything else? oo oe oe ANYONE FOR WATERMELON?: Help is needed to count the seeds in a big, juicy, cold watermelon. Can I get a few grade school kids to come to the office, 214 W, Maryland St., tomorrow about 3 p.m. to eat and count? It's being done in the interest of watermelon.

Olivia Is Dignified, Even While Kissing

Russell and Lana Turner have identified areas. . w “- ob ; > BUT LIVVY is a lady. It was all so polite.- Director Henry Koster mentioned to her during the scene that she might be stepping before the camera too quickly. “Oh, I'm frightfully sorry,” she said. “No, it was my fault,” he answered, quickly. And when the scene was finished, he said, Cut. Print it. Very good.” And Livvy the Lady who speaks Italian in the picture, said: “And my Italian?” “Yes,” replied the tutor. “Oh, splendid!” said Liv ’Y. 2 Miss De Havilland told mie that her son, 3, already has three or four girls on the string ‘here, one being Portland Mason, 3, another being Ezio Pinza’s daughter of about the same age. “He brought three or four little girls home the other day to see me and the cat,” she added with motherly pride. When his mother doesn’t tell him she's busy learning English she could conceivably be telling him she's busy learning Italian, for she told her teacher: “I want to do this so well that the Italians will say “My word, she’s Italian.” Livvy the Lady, you see, is a perfectionist besides being a perfect lady. I resent it a little. I like her, but when. she’s such a lady, I have to be such a gentleman and can't ask her any ungentlemanly questions. Things like that could ruin a reporter's racket. So oN TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: Herb Shriner says back in his Indiana home town people didn’t show much affection: “Only after there's eight or nine

kids in the family will a man and wife hold hands in public.”

in other well-

oh o> 9 WISH I'D SAID THAT: “There are some friends you can always depend on—they're always around when they need you.”—Jack Carter.

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q—When should blooms be picked for seed next year from zinnias? I have such lovely ones and would like to save seed but did not know in what stage to take the flower off. Rushville.

A—Let the flower head mature on the plant. When it has turned entirely brown and seems dry, cut it off. You can easily shell out the seed. A warning though. Seed from a lovely bright red zinnia (for example) in a mixed planting won't come true. That of course makes it interesting. For I have known gardeners to do a really remarkable job of plant improvement by careful

Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column in The Sunday Times

selection and reselection of seed from superior plants—not necessarily zinnias. Another warning on seed saving in general. Many of the really superior flower and vegetable varieties nowadays are grown from seed produced in nursery rows by hand pollination of carefully inbred parent lines. If you try saving and planting seed of any of these true hybrids (that word is used very loosely, however) you're in for disappointment.

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The Indianapolis Times

TUESDAY, AUGUST 26, 1952

BUILDER OF MUSCLES—

Thrills And Spills At Water Show

ACTION FOR TOMORROW NIGHT—Getting in shape for their part in The Times Junior Olympics and Water Show at Broad Ripple pool are Explorer Scouts from Post 14. Canoe tilting will be among the many action-packed events, The show

will start at 7 o'clock.

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READY TO RACE These six young fellows will battle it out. They are (left fo right) Jim Hawkins, Ray Aana, Jack Buckner, Phil Smith, Jerry Martz Jr. and Jack Lowe. Contractor Jerry Martz Sr. is director of the boys' group.

NO PADDLES—Without paddles, Jim Hawkins and Jerry Martz will race. canoes by bouncing them in the water. The cance events promise thrills and the water show will go to help teach youngsters to swim at

are plenty of seats left,

Breaks, NawI'mT

By No. 35876

(Serving 2-5 years for 2d degree burglary.)

O, I'M a CONVICT. What's it to you? have to give me any: breaks.

You don't 1 don’t need ‘em.

What's a little time anyway to a tough, smart guy like me. Responsibilities? Naw, you don't tack them things

to me. I'm a slicker with ideas of my own, For instance, take that guy over there by the teller's cage. .He ain't got no right to that wad of dough he’s tuckin’ in his pocket. Just let me ease the safety off this rod 80's it's ready to go when I am. Yeah, that's it. This thing is heavy. Them Army boys carry some potent weapons in these 453. There he goes. Wonder where he's got his car? Gad, is thais sun hot. Big crowd on that corner, too, 1 better wait until the "chump opens the door on this car before I take ’'im. Bein’ busy with the keys and lock and all

he “won't be looking when I throw down on ’im. Wonder what made these parole people think I'd ever need any breaks, Huh. This

rod feels nice. Sure wish I'd a couple of beers since I got off the bus. And that driver,

That jerk must'a know'd the joint jes turned me loose. Him and his looks. I shoulda

bashed his face in, Maybe he wouldna been so gauky then. n n n SURE THROWED a nice con job on that parole board, too. These jokers thought Silver Tongue Sam had ’em, the way I conned '’em. A break? Naw,

«they ain't givin’ me any breaks.

Tony. Yeah, That's my pal. He made a nice cell buddy, too Smart, that's him. He's right in there. Had the pistol and all jes like he said. Nice. Yeah, Right nice of him to let me throw a few slugs in that tree trunk out there in the country a while ago so’s I could tell what kind of weapon I got. Boy. This thing is workin’ fine. Jwo shots. Both of ‘em in deep. "This thing is ready. It ain't like primin’ that 32 that misfired six years ago. Blast that thing. I'da made it away clean if that slug'd plugged the officer instead of jammin’ up the barrel the way it did. Moma. Wonder how she'll ake it—me comin’ to the housg

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This is the second of a series of short stories written by convicts in the Indiana Reformatory in Pendleton. The stories have been named winners in a contest held by The Reflector, newspaper at the prison, Names of the authors have not been used. They will be identified only by number.

with a load of dough. Won't she be surprised. My pal, Tony. There's a right guy for ya. Picked out

the score and everything. I better watch it because that joker's a fast walker. There he goes in that lot there. Queer like, this dude. All that dough he’s carryin’. Ain't even looked around, Them chumps are sure agoin’ in for a rise when this joker shows up at the company without the payroll. That guard at the bank, nosy old coot., It could be that jerk might remember my face in a lineup If anything goes wrong and I

get snatched. Worry. That's what's® the matter with me. Yeah, too much worry, Guess, I jes musta bulld too much time, Ain't nothin' to worry about. Those suckers ain't slick

enough to catch a smart guy

like. me. This sun's hot. Easy now. Easy. The chump's turnin’ into the parkin’ lot. n EJ "n BIG DUMB cluck. How dumb can they get? Carryin’

30 gees and doesn't even look around to see if anybody's about to take ’im . . , Beiter speed it up a bit, He's reachin’ for his keys. Must be nearin’ his car. Yeah, there that's what he was reachin’ for-—his keys, he’s got 'em in.his hand. There goes the sucker turnin’ to that robin egg blue job there, Neat. That's. what it is. A low slung baby, too. With these 30.gees I can get a dozen of ’em

though, This sun's hot enough -

to drive a bare, skinned native to the showers.

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I'm just ten feet

away + +» eight . . . seven « 81% ,.. close enough . .. I'll ease the gat out . . , he's turnin’ ,,. He's got a .38 in his hand . , . this sun's making me weave , , . I'm stumblin’ , that ignorant jerk is, shootin’ . My gun. My gun, It went off when I stumbled. He thinks I'm trying to kill ‘im... , I'm hit, In the stomach ‘ » it's tearing my guts. What's happening? It wasn't supposed to happen like this. That sting again.” Two of ‘em right in the belly. I missed

now it's nine...

him both times ,,. That ground,

it’s getting nearer. Gotta get up. I can’t see nothin’. The pain. The pain. God, I didn't know there- was so much pain.... My insides . . . they're spillin’, The sun, what's happening to it? It's getting dark. - I can't see. I'm getting dizzy . . . that sun —it's getting closer -, , . Gotta get up. I1..,1...cant... I... cant... Can't make it; Ym... ++ «+My eyes. Voices. I'm on a table. My. eyes, they woa't

Times photos by Raymond Bright.

LIFESAVING—Included in the program will be a lifesaving demonstration, Here Jerry Marte and Jack Lowe show how an overturned canoe is used In a rescue.

open. Them voices. They're talkin' about me. Can't seem to hear 'em. What's that they're sayin’? I'll listen, Maybe I can best this rap. What's that, What's that. That old coot at the bank spotted me. I don't believe it, " n n THE SUN. No, It couldn't have bleamed off the automatic. No. No. I know it didn’t.

Tony. Me and Tony was too smart for em. We picked this fine steel. Now they sez it was a trainin’ job and reflects sun, What's that? What's that? 1 fired five shots. No. No. Four. That wag all, Two at the tree and two at him. No. No. I didn’t kill an armoured . car guard this morning at.ten. I was at Tony’s waitin’ for him instead of reporting to the parole offcer like he said. That was smart, he said. Puli the

job first, then report. That Way if you're snatched they won't

think you'd do something like that the first day out. No. No. That ain't the gun. Tony used another one, « « ¢ Ok; nurse,

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I'm sorry. I didn't know I was screamin’.

Sobs. No, I ain't cryin’. The

goods, No, you ain't got the goods, Tony's my pal. He wouldn't do that to me. Stay away from ex-convicts the

board sald and you'll make it, I'll make it all right. Those kind of guys are my pals. Life. The electric chair. That guard...he spotted me. The gleam...that sun and Tony ...my pal. He wouldn't frame me like that,

Go straight they sez or ‘you'll be doin’ a long stretch at the big house. Not me. Not me. I'm too smart for that. It,s getting dark again. No, nurse, not the needle again. I'm not goin’ out. I'm just . .., resting. I'm too...Tony - my pal- go straight, they say, or you'll...I'm too smart. ..sleep .«.I'm getting sleep... that needle. Breaks? Naw, I" don’t need 'em, I'm too smart for 'em, but ...but...sleep...it was only $300 for a loan and not 30 gees of a company’s pay@il.

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