The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-03-03
Squaring
the Circle
With
THE HOOSIER EDITOR

IN the hrst spring" day, with the
~ temperature around As again, an
old gentleman with a wing collar
and a cane walked along Delaware
st and seemed to enjoy himself
fifteen persons stood around watch
ing three men dig a hole at Wash
ington and Illinois-sts to fix a steam
pipe young couple came out
Of store on Westinghouse talking
so earnestly about their purchases
that they ran into a man six
small boys p-ared baseball in the
park at 30th-st and Fall Creek blvd
block up three smaller boys
had kites in the air two bows
had kites in the air at the War
Memorial plaza.
A SMALL white dog trotted
4 sheepishly up Capitol-av
looking pretty panty waist" in a
green sweater three people were
sauntering along the bank of Fall
Creek near Guilford-av.
Smoke came from shanties across
Fall Greek from the nice Fall Creek
blvd homes near Coliseum av and in
plain view of them. A Negro
leaned against a building in the
sun in the 100 block of S. Illinois-st
and idly polished some brass
trimming. A feminine voice
called The Indianapolis Times and
asked the operator to connect her
with the man who had met her last
night and made a date with her:
when she couldn't identify him, she
asked the operator if she thought
she should keep the date several
more people wrote to O. lady, who
was pictured in The Times as giving
medicine to her grandchild, for a
recipe for sulphur and molasses.
The other day a large man
wheezed away from the General
Motors exhibit at the State Fair
ground in Model T.
A MAN and woman were riding
- in a car that was so inexpertly
driven that it bumped into another
at a street corner.
The woman in the car was thrown
out by the impact. The man drove
on without her and without inves-
tigating property damage.
Another woman was driving the
other car. She set out in pursuit
and ran the hit-and-run man to the
curb. She got out and upbraided
him:
you know that accident was your
tault don't you? And besides, I don't
think much of you for losing that
lady back there in the street"
The lost lady got home somehow.
police say.
I WENT to see Charles Chaplin
- at the Palace, and renewed an
old acquaintance I liked him. but
then I always do. When T left the
theater I walked all over the down.
down part of the city, hoping to
ind some one on the streets that.
by an incredible stretch of the
imagination, would look or act or
seem like Chaplin.
I didn't find any one Every one
IN the station he represents seemed
to be Scared from a hard winter
and bitter with horrible despair
Then I remembered there are no
winter scenes in the Chaplin pic
ture. He didn't have to put up
with the cold.
Every one seemed to be bitten by
the depression. And then I re-
membered that every one, in the
Chaplin picture, but the waif he
squirrel around when neither was
IN Jail. seemed to be either afflu-
ent or about to be.
And 1 couldn't help but think
that if there had been a Chaplin
esque character in town he would
by now be in the hands of police
He would have been in the theater
penthouse police raided several
days ago and found to be the secret,
perilous and favorite hangout of
the more enterprising of the street
gamins.
They're in Jail, you know.
JUST a moment ago I saw d man
" sitting in what appeared to be
utter despair at desk in a down.
town hotel lobby. His elbows were
on the desk top, and his head was
resting on one hand. The other
hand gripped his gray hair.
Across from him was a Younger
man. He had extended his hands
and was firmly gripping the arms
OF the detected one. He said:
ooh, come now. We've still got
10 per cent"
I don't know how it came out.