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Inside Indianapolis By Ed Sovola

A ROSE growing out of a pile of ashes. . Earl Hammond, superintendent of the Good News Mission, 226 8. Illinois St., smiled. Obviously he liked the comparison.

Chances are you've never walked into a Skidrow house of salvation to pass the time of day. No doubt you have wondered what a mission's aim was, why it opens its doors in the middle of a spiritual desert. To men such as Earl Hammond, who learned and practiced mission work on Chicago's Madison 8t., “doing it the hard way” is the only logical course to help the man who can’t help himself. “We belong down here,” he said. “Past experience has taught us that the fallen can be reached easier on Skidrow.”

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MR. HAMMOND explained that a mission worker’s first aim is to get a man off the street and back to his family. Somewhere along the line, they hope the “lost sheep” will rejoin the flock. He cited cases of rehabilitation which inspire & worker to continue spreading the gospel of salvation. The soft-spoken superintendent stiffened when he was asked if you sometimes didn’t lose patience with moochers who promise anything to get a meal or a night's lodging or a few hours of comfort in the mission house on a bad night. “You must never lose faith in man. If one fails you, if 100 fail you, we go on. If one man heeds our words and lives again, our work is not lost,” said Mr. Hammond. A few weeks ago in Indianapolis he saw a man who was down and out five years ago on Madison, Chicago's street of derelicts. Mr. Hammond’s eyes sparkled as he described the man's appearance now—"All clean, confident, working every day and back with his family.”

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MR. HAMMOND was sent here last June by the Christian Industrial League in Chicago. His Job is to increase the facilities and charitable potential of the Good News Mission. He now is able to feed a few men nightly. after gospel services. Mr. Hammond would like to have more clothing to distribute. Soon the mis-

It Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson

EL PASO, Aug. 28—“Oh, take me out to that happy land ’Way down South by the Rio Grande Where the only tears ever seen on faces Are shed for the dopes in other places.” Yep, pardner, it’s true. Folk don't brag much in this sunbaked Southwest—but they wouldn't swap their country for both Hollywood and New York, with a Marilyn Monroe calendar thrown in. They love this land of exquisitely beautiful girls . , , and cattle . . . and copper . . . and cactus , . . and guided missiles . . , and rockets « «+ and tequilla . .. and Mexican servants . . . and handsome Army and Air Force officers eternal sunshine. “When anybody leaves here,” El Pasoan Chris P. Fox of the Chamber of Commerce told mie, *it’s just for one reason—to want to improve the other place.” The Beautiful Wife and I were surprised about the no-bragging hereabouts. The Texans here just state facts—and hope the listener won't be too

. Jealous.

We found Conrad Hilton's youngest son, Eric, learning the business at the Hilton here—and a story goes with it. Papa Hilton, here recently, was asked by a reporter how many hotels he has. “About 20,” he said. “Daddy, it's 12,” spoke up son Eric.

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HILTON SENIOR explained that with deals about completed, it would be about 20. The only thing I was disappointed in was the Rio Grande. It had water in it. Everybody’d been telling me it'd dried up. Why, there was an eighth of an inch or maybe even two-eighths of water in it. The B. W. said they can no longer call the illegal immigrants who come across from Mexico through the river “wetbacks.” “There's not enough water in

the river to 'get your back wet” she says. “They should call them ‘wetfeet’.”

El Paso gave the world Gilbert RoJand. Guy Kibbee, Debbie Reynolds and Jan Clayton— and today Ft. Bliss’ ; Antiaircraft and Guided Missiles Branch is giving our country the men who'll make us so strong nobody’ll dare attack us. Still, there's a flavor of the cattle country

to the city.

Miss Reynolds

‘Americana By Robert C. Ruark

NEW YORK, Aug. 28—People outside New York might find it difficult to understand a grimy sordid story we have played here with grim determination lately, and I would like to break it down to its basics and express a mild wonder-

ment by the way. i ' J,

We have a nasty little rich

boy named Mickey Jelke, due to inherit three million bucks from his papa’s oleomargarine money, who has passed his time by playing pimp, according to the terms of his indictment. Whether this will be proven true or false is of not much moment. He's a junior jerk on any estimation. A lot of shoddy types have been mixed up in the story— seedy press-agents, so-called “playboys” who are stupid enough to walk to Washington, D. C., and to land in jail on vagrancy charges, bit-part actors who turn out to have done time, “models” and borderline types who constitute an odd life called “cafe society.”

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LORD BLESS US, we have played this thing for 10 days, almost as if it had meaning, while real scandals abound and go nearly unnoticed, despite the fact there’ve only been three or four newsbreaks in the long dreary story. And such an unimportant story. High level prostitien—by high level I mean expensive—has been going on since they made boys different from girls and rich folk different from poor folk. The people of New York have not been shocked by the lurid revelations. What shocks them is that so much attention has been paid to it. “Why?” is the question. If you want to look at real prostitution, the slum corners are full of it. We make a“ fuss in this town about sex as if it were something they just thought up. Prostitution is mentioned prominently in the Bible. They haven't been able to cure it or quell it since the Good Book was written. But we leap on it as if it were a new-thing, without actually trying to cure it. We just get an illicit thrill from reading and talking about it without really condemning it, and I think that's roughly as nasty as approv-

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‘If One Man Heeds, Work. is Not Lost

sion ‘will have sleeping quarters, showers, delousing and cleaning equipment. “What do you do when a man takes advantage of your generosity and takes off?” “Try to help the next man who comes along,” answered Mr. Hammond. > > oO THE THING that bothered me was how he and the mission ever hoped to get comfortably in the black. Another touchy question. The 63-year-old layman preacher was silent for a disturbing length of time. Finally, he said, “At one time I was pretty well off by worldly standards. Today I have food, raiment, shelter. I live at the mission. That is all I need. And didn’t He say He would supply what we needed? Not what we wanted, what we needed?” An old woman with a basket appeared in the doorway holding two pairs of shoe faces. Mr. Hammond opened a snap purse and bought the laces. “Do you need laces?” “Not now, but I may need them. Someone will need them.” A mighty peaceful, contented man, Earl Hammond. © oo oe “I LIKE IKE” cigarets are outselling “Stevenson for President” smokes, eight cartons to five at Strauss’, according to Tobacconist Walter (Dutch) Dolmetsch. . .. Across the street, Manuel (Doggie) Leve, manager of the Saratoga Bar, says he's selling seven cartons of Ike cigarets to five bearing Stevenson's name. ~. . . Continuing along Illinois . . . “Tires 1; off” . . . half a block north . . . Fox Theater preparing to open for the fall season, when things will be more than half off . .. a truck with “Suicide” painted on the right rear side and “So long” and an arrow below it. ATTORNEY Robert S. Smith, 3337 N. Pennsylvania St.. couldn't convince a friend he invited to dinner that he was planning to serve homegrown vegetables . . . corn on the cob, tomatoes. green beans, peppers. The friend. an apartment dweller in the neighborhood. wouldn't believe anyong can operate a ‘“farm’” in the vicinity. Still thinks itis a gag. Psst—Smith has a farm in the back of his place.

They Really Don't Brag Much in Texas

Famous cattleman Joe M. Evans wrote a book called “The Cow.” An Eastern woman, he says, once asked a cowboy how many cups of coffee he drank a day. “About 20,” he said. : “Doesn’t that keep you awake?” she csked nim. . “It helps,” he answered. I guess the cowboys are the only ones who do any braggin’. And some of them aren't from Texas but from over in New Mexico. There was one cowboy, according to Joe Evans, who took exception to the claims that Pike's Peak is so high. He sort of favored his dwn mountain, Cloudcroft.

“So Cloudcroft's pretty high, is it?” a fellow asked him. “High. Say, it's 800 miles to Pike's Peak—and it's down-hill all the way,” said the cowpoke. That's the only braggin’ I heard about here in the land of bashful Texans.

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THE MIDNIGHT EARL IN N. Y.... Leo Durocher’ll be rehired as Giants boss. Horace Stoneham told him he understands his bad breaks . . Milton Berle’s again terribly fond of exshowgirl Junior Standish, whom he almost married once. Mob control of crooners—you know which ones—will be probed by Uncle Samson . . . Nude poses of a well-known gal figure in the Billy Rose-Eleanor Holm case are around. Not pornographic. Just naked . . . Jan Murray may take over on Dumont TV for Larry Storch, who took over for Jackie Gleason . .. Nanci Darken is a dancer in the new revue, “A Night in Havana.” Nature Girl Marilyn Monroe had trouble buying shoes couple years back. 'Cause she wore no stockings while trying ’em on. Ditto dresses, ‘cause she wore no undies. Now salespeople say the shoes and dresses feel honored to touch Her Nudeness. (She favors Ceil Chapman.) Marilyn Maxwell's got Bill Williams, the disc Jockey, in a spin. (Pun) . Vice preébers are checking hatcheck gals’ licenses. To make sure they're all legit . , .

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TODAY’S BEST LAUGH: “Prices are so high, the. only thing you can get at the market today is disgusted”’—Robert Q. Lewis. Pat O’Brien kept exclaiming, “Jiminy Crickets,” in “Strike a Match” in La Jolla, Cal. That being his pal, Toots Shor’s favorite expletive . . . American Airlines has sump'n wonderful. Lights above rest rooms that flash “Vacant” and “Occu‘pied.” saving passengers that embarrassing walk up the aisle, only to find somebody's in there. Saudi Arabian Prince Mohammed's wooing Tulia the Latin Quarter dancer . . . This columnist sometimes feels ‘like a financial writer—he interprets figures , . . That's Earl, brother.

Slaps at Sordid Call Girl Racket

friends that it has been the main tepic of conversation and the big play in all the papers for an upcoming fortnight. I don’t blame us papers for playing it, because us people want to read it. But I am saying that if “cafe society” and “models” and a few “names” weren't mixed up in it, it wouldn't make a stick of type in the truss-ads. What is loosely termed “cafe society” has always given me an exaggerated pain in a place I won't mention. I've been looking at these people male and female, for years, with their cheap feuds and fancied glamor and their phony fist-fights and tawdry exhibitions in the chic places where they go to be seen by each cther. In the current mess that attracts so much attention in this sophisticated town, a good idea would be to belt 'em with a vagrancy charge, like you do the rail bums in Hamlet, N. C., and forget ’em. They ain't worth the space.

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q—Could you tell us what is attacking our glads and what do you recommend for treatment? I am enclosing leaf tips but this same discoloration is present also at ground level and was noted even before blooms appeared. Camby. A-—Glads are susceptible to a variety of diseases and in most cases control is prevention rather than cure. The leaves you sent and the fact that it is “present at ground level” suggests bacterial scab. Disinfecting corms before plant-

Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column in The Sunday Times

ing is the specific control for this difficulty. When you dig, discard badly diseased corms. If this seems drastic it is the system recommended by one local fan. He raises expensive stock. But he told me he felt it was less costly in the long run to discard spotted or pitted corms at digging time than to run the risk of infecting healthy glads. In general you can .control many glad diseases by digging carefully so corms are not injured. Dry at high temperatures (around 80 degrees) for 10 to 14 days after digging. Clean corms before storage. Dusting with DDT before storage also gives almost complete control for thrips. Then in spring before planting disinfect corms with mercury disinfectants or Lysol. Plant only in well drained spots and never in the same soil year after year.

The Indianapolis Times

THURSDAY, AUGUST 28, 1952 PAGE 21

Times Junior Olympic Finals—

Thrills And Spills At Broad Ripple

Times photos by Dean Timmerman

RANGERS IN ACTION—A team of Rangers from the 3Ist (Dixie) Division were big hits on the program at Broad Ripple pool last night. The men built rafts using their rifles and tents and pushed them to midstream. There, they put on their clothes and, with 60 pounds of equipment, swam back to the starting point.

A FIGHTING FINISH—It was a rough night for the officials and finishes were in split-second order. Last night's finals were the climax to six weekly meets at city park pools, Cochairmen of the program were Gene Moll, chairman of the AAU's Junior Olympic Committee, and Jim Clark, Indianapolis Athletic Club swim coach. There were 28 swimming events on the program and 30 water show i events. Sept. 6 and 7 The Times will sponsor the Midwestern Junior Olympic Open meet and swim mers from four states are expected. It will be at Broad Ripple pool.

ENGINEERS CRASH AHEAD TO WIN—Despite a combined Navy-Marine effort, the 106th Combat Engineer team managed to win the assault boat racé. The Leathernecks and sailors had held the soldiers boxed until the last 10 yards, but the Gls slipped in. The Marines and sailors drew a tie for close second.

CANOE-TILTING UPSET—Explorer Scouts from Post 14 thrilled the crowd with canoe feats. Here a jousting event ends with a splash. The Scouts, headed by contractor Jerry Martz, demonstrated racing, righting and gunwailing canoes.

THE CITY CHAMPS—Here's the hard-fighting Ellenberger Club which won five out of six city pool meets. Barbara Babcock, their coach, received the trophy from Gov. Schricker and Mayor Clark. The East Side swimmers won five out of six events during the season.

GLOWN DIVERS—The Midwest Mugwumps, a crew of clown divers, provided laughs for all. There was fancy diving, too. City park pool cleaned up the diving events.

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AND THE BAND PLAYED ON-—Music was provided by the 35th Army Band from Ft. Harrison under the direction of Sgt. Lonzola Clenon.

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