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Inside Indianapolis

By Ed Sovola oo

AN OUTFIT in New York sent out the in-

- formation that 1952 was the 100th anniversary

of the “hot dog.” That's a lot of baloney. An expert weiner, frankfurter aad sausage man in Indianapolis has the preof in his’ office that weiners, were on public display in Nuremberg, Germany, in 1658. Erwin K. Wetzel, vice president and treasurer of Stark & Wetzel, doesn’t know the exact month or day. He discounts the news that Frankfurt, Germany,

butchers developed the “hot dog” in 1852. To prove his words, Mr.

Wetzel opened a book, printed in German, and. pointed to a woodcut illustration of a Nuremberg square. Throngs of people were looking at a couple of miles-of weiners hanging on a contraption resembling a hitching rack. Might have been, There weren't any horses in the picure.

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“wb ub THE FACT that he punctured the myth didn’t bother Mr. Wetzel. Anyone interested in weiners is a friend of Mr. Wetzel's. Everything he has and is he owes to the weiner. It's all right with him if people think the hat dog is 100 years old. “Just so they don’t forget to buy weiners,” laughed Mr. Wetzel, He was a master sausage maker when he came to Indianapolis from Germany in 1926. His first look at how weiners were made over here nearly floored him, “I almost fel over when I saw them use cereal to bind the meat,” said Mr. Wetzel. “In the old country we used only veal, young beef and pork.” He was crushed. He couldn't get used to the idea of .calling a weiner a “hot dog.” It didn’t make sense. Neither did he understand how he, Erwin K. Wetzel, with a master's degree in sausage-mak-ing from the Sausage Maker's Trade School in Riegenwalde, should be given a laborer's job in a packing plant.

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TWO YEARS he was pushed around. He learned to speak English. He dreamed of making his own sausage. He picked up the tricks of the trade, American tricks. - He quit and went to another meat packer in town. There he was a sausage man, not a laborer.

Hot Dog “Centennial” Isn’t Showing Its Age

The three years he spent in Germany learning the sausage business (without pay), working from dawn to dusk, began to pay off, And those were hard years, A trainee was not allowed to smoke, go to dances or stay out after 10 p. m. A young man had to love his baloney. Within nine months the previous employer wanted him balk, this time as manager of the sausage department. He went back. In seven years the company’s sausage volume tripled. Erwin was doing well. - One day a young man in the plant by the name of George Stark hit Erwin with the idea of making sausages on their own, Erwin was in favor of the idea. There was one hitch in the deal. Erwin didn't have any money to put in a grinder, George Stark didn't either, George's father saved the day by letting go of $2500, > & » BIG DEAL. The Stark & Wetzel Co. was formed—Erwin Wetzel made the sausages, Mrs. Wetzel kept the books and George sold the product. For a long time the Wetzels and the Starks ate a lot of sausage. Now we get to the dull part of the story ... three big, modern plants, Erwin winning bales of blue ribbons with his livestock at fairs, George on a reducing diet at Methodist Hospital. 1 asked if he siill eats weiners and how he liked them best. As far as Erwin Wetzel is concerned, the only way he will eat, and still does, a frankfurter is to put it in a bun, smear it with a good, strong mustard, have sauerkraut and plenty of beer on hand. Well, in his hand. We harked back to the subject of cereal in sausage. It hurts Erwin Wetzel not to be able to say all the sausage he makes is free of cereal. “In order to compete with other firms and fight growing costs, I slowly had to change my ways,” sighed Mr. Wetzel. “Only 20 per cent of the sausage we make contains some cereal for binder. Eighty per cent of our production is pure meat.” od Db “JUST TAKE the cereal out of the boxes and you won't have any complaints from me,” I said. Went right over Erwin Wetzel's head. My mouth is watering right now for a hot dog. It really doesn't matter whether the hot dog is 100 or 294 years old. It has a unique place in our way of life. Probably always will have, Hot Dog, today you'll be Mr. Hot Dog. Regardless of who is right, you're old enough to be called Mister. 3

It Happened Last Night Just Be Yourselt

By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, Sept. 8-1 always feel better about the world and my little place in it after I've talked to Bernard Baruch. My ego enjoys it. Earl Wilson, country boy from Rockford, O., talks to Bernard Baruch, the great adviser to Presidents—it seems too much. I confess I don’t do it often, for I don't know him well. But: this time it was necessary, I had some information. It had to be - checked. So I grabbed the phone—but the number I had for him was old, and wrong. And there's no private number harder to get than his — so I thought. I phoned his Madison Ave, office. He wasn't in.

give me his private number. But she mustn't, without his approval. Suppose she asked him to call me? Wonderful, > > N AND IN 20 minutes he did, in a voice pleasant, energetic and business-like. “Wilson, I see you've béen traveling. Now what can I do for you?” “Well, I've got some information from somebody and I want to check it.” “All right. Who'd you get the information from?” “I'm afraid I can't tell you that.” “Then forget it. I never , . .” “Wait, wait,” I said, probably too rapidly. #1 think you'd like to know about this.” “This excellent source,” I said, “told me that when you talked to Gen. Eisenhower, you told him to disregard his advisers who want him to do things foreign to his nature, and just be himself.”

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AND I TOLD him something else he'd supposedly told Ike . . . which he denied . . . so I won't even repeat it out of respect to him. “But I did tell him,” Mr, Baruch of the Cen-

tral Park Bench Baruchs, said, “ ‘Always be yourself.’ “I told him, ‘Don't be anybody else. Just be yourself.’

“I told him that”—here his voice rose in enthusiasm for the idea—‘'because I tell everybody that. I'd tell YOU that. Be yourself. Don't be anybody else.” “I just wanted to check it,” I said, “but I bad an old number . + +”

Out of This World By William H. Stoneman

STUTTGART, Germany—The world’s leading rocketeers, now foregathering in Stuttgart for the third International Congress on Astronautics, are not yet ready to write their wills and climb into their space suits. According to the best expert information available here it will be at least a generation before the first human being can venture into outer space, there to risk frying, freezing, being turned into a eunuch by cosmic rays, or getting lost in the outer stretches of nowhere,

An anonymous rocket ace from Britain's guided missile research center, thinks that it will be “between 10 and 15 years” before the first automatic gadget can be shot into tne area beyond the atmosphere—200 miles from the earth's surface—at the required velocity—18,000 MPH— and converted into an artificial sateliite of the earth, It appears to be generally conceded by the 200 imaginative gentlemen from 13 different countries who are meeting here that such a satellite must be created before man can proceed to the next step.

“Pause That Refreshes”

THE SPACE SHIPS which may and probably will eventually proceed to the moon, 240,000 miles, Venus, 26 million miles, and Mars, 35 million miles, may have to pause to be refueled by such satellites, whirling around the earth under the power of centrifugal force at an altitude of 200 miles, 500 miles or 1000 miles. The mathematicians figure that by means of this “pause that refreshes” an outbound rocket could step up its speed from the 18,000 MPH, needed to reach the satellite fuel pump, to the 25,000 MPH which it needs to escape from the earth into the outer void. : The day when human beings can even go aloft to a satellite, roaring around the earth at 18,000 MPH 200 miles above the surface, will be delayed until the automatons have tried out the business thoroughly. It will be an even more distant day, the space experts agree, before anybody will actually start out for the trip on the moon, reckoned at four days, to Venus, 145 days, and to Mars, 245 days. At the present moment it is impossible for anybody to explain how a rocket can be made to achieve the “circular velocity” of 18,000 MPH that it needs to-establish itself as an artificial satellite of the earth. The fuels available aren't §ood enough. a

Baruch Tells Em All

“Call me any time,” he said. “My, number is oP There was another pleasantry or two. Then he said: “Wilson se. Wilson: “Wilson was an idol of mine. Wilson and my father- were two of ‘my idols who never had feet of clay.”

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I DECIDED to write this—not because I had finally reminded somebody of Woodrow Wilson— after a lot of years of trying, but because of his advice. If it’s good enough for Eisenhower, it might be good enough for me, and maybe even for you. It’s simple. “Be yourself.” Sd

THE MIDNIGHT EARL . .. Comedian Joe E. Lewis (“No. 1 on the Lit Parade”) had one of his best openings ever at the Copa. His pianist,

“His secretary felt he'd = Austin Mack, he said, “has tie personality of an"

untipped waiter.” Getting philosophical, he said: “There's an old saying, ‘The richest man in the world is the man who has the most money.” Barbara Hutton may wed in ’'53. . . . Marianne ($2,000,000 Settlement) Reynolds was at 21 with Al Goetz—drinking beer. . . . Jose Ferrer puzzles everybody. He returns in October to direct Van Heflin in “The Shrike” and may reconcile with wife Phyllis Hill. And he sent stripper Sherry Britton a necklace from Paris. Milton Berle, out with fiancee Ruth Cosgrove, said, “She’s my humidorable.” And she opened her purse—in which she carries his cigars , . . Mickey Jelke's around the East Side spots again . « » Leo Durocher’'s cqmment about his 1953 contract: “I fooled them for another year.” “ b&b THE PIZZY DIGEST ... Taffy Tuttle says those transcontinental trains leave with a jerk... also with some people that aren't movie stars. ob Db EARL PEARLS . .. Myron Cohen tells of the college wolf who goes to dances and always wants “to sip this one out.” “Nh WISH I'D SAID THAT: “Women used to dress to kill. Now they just dress to torment”’—Emil Coleman. “en TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: A man phoned a mental institution (Henny Youngman, the comedian was telling me in Lindy's) and asked. “Did anybody escape today?” .., “No” ,.. “Then who ran away with my wife?” ror “ Bb JACK GOLDSTEIN notes that since that vice probe, many New York big shots no longer lead a “model” life , . . That's Earl, brother.

Space Flighis Are Long Way Off

Single rockets probably won't be able to make more than 20,000 MPH even when ‘perfect” fuels are invented, and thus will be unable ro “escape” from the earth. The most optimistic estimate for the foresee-

able future ventured by British experts is that it may be possible to fire a three-stage rocket weighing between 25 and 100 tons which will finally land a 100 pound ‘satellite” above the atmosphere. This is the thing which may happen between 10 and 15 years from now. The pessimistic estimates also grow partly out of .practical experience with the development of rockets since the end of World War II. It has begn extrémely difficult to better the performance of the German V-2; any increase in range has threatened accuracy and the weight of the payload or warhead. It is a lot easier to talk a rocket across the Atlantic than it is to send one there.

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q—When is the right time to gather bittersweet s0 berries won't shrivel? Mine always do. I thought perhaps I gathered them too early. No name, please. A—Gather them ‘after frost.

chance drying them too fast? Q-~We sprayed our roses last week with an oil spray recommended for roses and now the leaves are turning yellow and some have black spots. What is wrong? Mrs. W. H. Behrmann, 909 N. Graham Ave. A—Did you by any chance. use a sprayer that had previously been used for weed killer? Some weed killers are so hard to clean from sprayers it is wise to keep one spray gun for théir -use only. If you used the material carefully accord-~

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Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column in The Sunday Times

Ing to package directions it is unlikely it caused you trouble. Of course, it might be that your roses have a simple case of blackspot which developed so gradually you didn’t specially notice it and that the single spray you used did not control it.

~The Indianapolis

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 1952

A Shattere

HAPPIER DAYS—Billy Rose was unconcerned when burglars walked off with a sparkling assortment of gems from his town house. He posed nonchalantly with his arm around Eleanor for photographers.

WEDDING NOTES—Yowza, yowza, it's Mr. and Mrs. Rose stealing a kiss following their New York wedding in 1939. That's the best man in the Ineasroond with the fiddle—the late Ben Bernie,

the old maestro himself.

REVIVAL IN GERMANY . . . No. 1

New City Rises

By CHARLES R. and ROSETTE HARGROVE

BONN, West Germany, Sept. 8—The density of the traffic along the “autobahn” leading into Bonn is the first thing that strikes you on a return visit to West Ger-

many. Enormous trucks piled high with goods and shining new German-owned cars whiz past you. Your hotel, luxuriously re-

decorated, is full. So is the enormous Jestatran whose clients are mainly German.

You see stores bursting with goods, delicatessens festooned with every kind of sausage, counters groaning under piles of rich lobster salad, sauerkraut and other delicacies prized by the Germans. Cakes are blanketed with whipped tream; there are ice cream parlors everywhere. Everyone looks purposeful, even content; the people give the impression that any minute now they will burst into a stupendous Wagnerian chorus in praise of the new Germany.

It is almost impossible to believe that seven years ago this country was .a mass of ruins, There was no food, no transport of any kind, no electric light, no fuel, no medical supplies. : But out of this chaos Germany. is emerging once more. In most cities today you are awakened at 7 a. m. by the noise of

bulldozers, cranes and electric hammers erecting new buildings. The Germans have preferred to build rather than spend time and money clearing rubble and tidying up bomb

sites as the British have-done. The truth is that the people are realistic-—-and much more interested in the new and imposing bridges that once more span the mighty Rhine, trains that run on time all over West-

ern Germany, and that on Sundays they can indulge in the Rhinelander’'s favorite outing-— a trip on the river.

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The divorce trial of Billy Rose and his beauteous wife, the former swimming star Eleanor Holm, is expected to provide some of the spjciest reading in a lang time. “The trial is scheduled to start Wednesday. Jay Breen, United Press Broadway reporter, tells the story of the broken romance in two dispatches, the first of which follows.

By JAY BREEN

United Press Staff Correspondent

NEW YORK, Sept. 8— Broadway had to thumb its gaudy scrapbooks all the way back to the “Roaring

Twenties” today .to match®the love rift bantam showman Billy Rose and his glamorous, exswimming star wife Eleanor Holm were ready to present the New York Supreme Court Wednesday.

Best friends of the now bitterly estranged couple insisted that there still was a chance of settlement out of court. But their official spokesman, Attorneys Lewis Nizon for Eleanor and Arthur Garfield Hays for Billy, said all efforts to reach such a settlement had ended

long ago. » » ” IF THE legal representatives were right, the public

spotlight due to be turned on the garden of roses promised to turn up some astonishing thorns.

Statements from both sides had established for some months that the “Romance of the Roses” had been fading for some time before the breakup hit the headlines.

There were some monumental conflicts that nothing less than a courtroom investigation could clear up.

For .instance, there was the fact that, in 1946, Rose had published a book, “Wine, Women and Song,” in which he raved that, after seeing the gorgeous Eleanor ih pin curls for 10 years, “he was ‘more stuck on her than ever.” » " » ON HER BIRTHDAY, his Broadway poet's heart spilled over in one of his syndicated columns. Eleanor, he said, was “as feminine as a piece of black lingerie.” His slangy sonnet continued to establish Rose, himself, as “an old sharpshooter who knows how rare a specimen this little girl is.” Two months ago, the composer of many a sugary ballad changed his tune to that of the most disillusioned swain. He filed a suit for outright divorce from Eleanor, countering her action for a separation. He charged that she had smirched their 13-year old marriage by infidelities with five different men and had also participated in orgies while visit. ing friends on the west coast.

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ming star was near the peak of her career.

The transgressions were allegedly stipulated in sensational detail and accompanying dates charged they occurred during the years Rose was publicly trumpeting his pride in his wife. Flipping back through the pages of their love story, there was abundant proof that Billy and Eleanor had been the most devoted lovers while their romance lasted.

The midget producer plucked his beautiful amazon wife from the waters of the spangled aquacade which first established him as a money-maker, as well as a show-man of the extravaganza school, Earlier Rose epics, such as “Jumbo,” had been spectacular presentations but just as stupendously costly to their backers. ’ ” ” y FROM THE day of his marriage in 1939, everything Rose touched turned to gold. His shows were smash hits and his Diamond Horseshosa nightclub

became a standard attraction for tourists in New York. It poured money in his bank accounts and he seemed to delight in lavishing it on Mrs. Rose and the smart town house » and 30-room country home they inhabited. .

Once robbers slipped into that town house and got away with a sparkling assortment of gems, To show his unconcern, Rosé posed with his’ arm around Eleanor. and nonchalantly said there were ‘quite a few hunks of glitter the bandits didn't get” and more where what they did get came from. uo u » THE FIRST rip in the Rose garland must have occurred soon afterward.

But the public which Billy had dazzled for a quarter-century wasn't to learn anything was wrong with his perfect love affair until a Sunday afternoon in July, 1951. (Next: The battle of the Roses comes out in the open.)

Out Of Berlin’s Rubble

One of the remarkable stories of the post-war world is the, economic recovery of Western Germany—a nation rising from the rubble. For an on-the-spot account, two top notch reporters teamed up: Charles R. Hargrove to ferret out the economic facts, Rosette Hargrove to dig out the story of how the people live.

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ruin, Western Germany is determined to resume her importance in Western Europe. Everywhere you go you are ‘conscious of an undercurrent of driving force and an indomita--ble will to survive. » . y ~ IT IS ALSO a country of alarming contrasts. There is the new “aristocracy,” made up of industrialists, tradesmen, and

merchants (the people who voted the Nazis into power and who own the luxurious automobiles.) There is the proletariat (including the white collar class) ruined by the war, by bombs and also by monetary reform. The dream of a working-class man is to own a bicycle with a small motor. His wife. yearns for a shiny stove. Washing machines, electric refrigerators and vacuum cleaners are as much beyond their reach now as the Volkswagon-—the automobile Hitler promised everyone. For the “have nots,” the besetting preoccupation is how to make ends meet. Most middleclass and professional people no longer can buy butter or eat meat twice a day as they once did. They drink ersatz coffee, because the real stuff costs between $5 and $6 a pound.” A simple meal in a mediumpriced restaurant costs more than $2. You can get a meal in a third-class eatery for 73 cents if you like heavy stews with plenty of potatoes. The rich who frequent luxury places think nothing of spending ‘$6 to $8 for lunch or dinner—with

rd ” LJ IN THE UNIVERSITY town of Bad Godesberg, on the outskirts of Bonn, the new Ameri-

a great deal of comment among the Germans.

Nine months ago the American High Commission to Germany moved its headquarters here from Frankfurt. Along with the French, British and sermans, the Americans had to build living quarters.

Top ranking U. 8. officials declare the decorations and furnishings of the 485-unit American project “are in good taste but unostentatious.” Germans ~~ and other Europeans — feel the slogan “never had it so good” ras applied to Americans in government employ in Germany still holds.

Families in the $14,500,000 project moved into apartments completely furnished “from egg-beater to baby grand piano.” American women shop at the project's stores, where

everything is cheaper than in German shops.

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Although a swimming pool, restaurant, theater and other recreational facilities are avail. able to German employees at there is little evidence so far that the. American community has made

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about a closer and more understanding German relationship.” The only. place where you see Germans in large numbers is in the canteen, The German servant girl is getting one break, however, American officials once ranked up to as many as five servants —free, Now an American woman has to pay the standard wage, about $40 a month,

although many German girls will qwork for less because of the many percolators in foreign households.

NEXT: The miracle of the deutschemark.

"HAMMERS CLANG—Bulldozers and cranes are part of the

feverish activity in traffic-jammed West Berlin as new can housing project is causing rise in scores of bomb-struck areas. :

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