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Coral Gables Riviera-Times
Wednesday, November 26, 1947, page 4 (of 8)
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Coral Gables Riviera Times
Published Monday through Friday afternoons by the Riviera Publishing Company, 300 Avenue Aragon, Coral Gables 34, Fla. Established as a weekly news-paper January, 1926; combined with the Dade County & Coconut Grove Times, 1928. Published daily except Saturday and Sunday. | MEMBER OF THE NATIONAL EDITORIAL ASSO-CIATION and Florida Press Association. Albert E. Harum, Editor and Publisher; Kenneth C. Goveman, Business Manager; James B. Moore, Managing Editor; Helen Reynolds, Society Editor; Edward W. Wright, Circulation Manager. | Theis & Simpson, New York-Chicago-Atlanta-Detroit | National Advertising Representative | MEMBERS, AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATIONS FULL LEASED WIRE, UNITED PRESS ASSOCIATIONS | NATIONAL EDITORIAL 1947 [?] ASSOCIATION Active Member | RIVIERA - 26 | SUBSCRIPTION RATES - Six months, $6.00; one year, payable in United States, $10.00; local, $12.00; any place, out-of-state, $12.00; fully prepaid by car-rier, 25 cents per week. Entered as Second Class Matter May 11, 1928, at the Post Office at Miami, Fla., under the Act of March 3, 1897. | 300 Aragon Ave., Coral Gables 34, Florida. Phone 4-1634. Classified Dept., 48-2641. | The Coral Gables Riviera-Times is liable for errors in advertising only to the extent of the space in which the advertisement appears.
Ready Weapon
"Our immediate approach to the problems of high prices," President Truman said in his message at the opening of the special session of Congress "should consist of three types of measures: One, to relieve monetary pressures; Two, to channel scarce goods into the most essential uses and Three, to deal directly with specific high prices." Some of the measures the President recommended are now being debated by Congress, but there is one on which there can be no disagreement. He put it this way: "Another effective weapon against inflation is increased savings by the public. Every dollar that is saved instead of spent is a dollar fighting against inflation. In order to encourage additional savings, the government should intensify its vigorous efforts to sell Savings Bonds." That statement needs no explanation or debate; it only needs putting into action in every state, city and county. Fortunately, the United States Savings Bonds Division of the Treasury Department has the nucleus of an organization-less than one-fifth what it had during the Victory Loan-to advertise and promote the sale of more Savings Bonds. It has a small force in this state to guide and service the volunteers who sell the bonds. The few thousands of dollars spent to stem the rising tide of inflation have been effectively used in 1946-47, as the record shows. Since the Victory Loan at the end of 1945 more than $13.5 billion in cash has been put into Savings Bonds by Americans, more than $155,411,290 of it by citizens of Florida. That is all to the good, but it is not enough. To expand its program the Savings Bonds Division needs more volunteer help, and that means more help in this community. It requests for more bond sales, more volunteer is helping to keep prices down by taking surplus cash out of the way of the temptation to spend it unnecessarily and helping to build up reserves of purchasing power for the future, when each dollar should buy more and when its spending will help keep business, trade and employment from sagging. What we all want is a more stable economy; not boom times followed by depression but good times at all times. Personal thrift, each American saving all he can while he can, is direct action toward attaining personal and national security.
ON AND OFF BROADWAY
By JACK GAVER United Press Drama Editor NEW YORK (UP)- "The Winslow Boy" is another British success that seems destined for considerably less popularity here. The new play, by Terence Rattigan, is a serious one in contrast to his previous endeavors, which have all been on the smart, brittle side. One of Britain's newer playwrights, he has never caught on here and his only local success has been "O Mistress Mine," solely because the Lunts starred in it. "The Winslow Boy" is based on a famous British court case of the years immediately before World War I. It tells how a 13-year-old cadet at a naval royal academy is expelled for allegedly stealing a small sum of money. His retired banker father, moderate-ly well off, spends the next two years, much of his money and what's left of his health trying to prove the boy's innocence. Every member of the family is affected adversely by the fight before it is won. Rattigan has written well enough in the first half of the play, but from there on he resorts to some obvious practices that remove much of its quality. Fortunately there is some good acting by an all-British cast, headed by Alan Webb, Valerie White and Fred Allenby. The Theater Guild, H. M. Tennent, Ltd., and John C. Wilson combined as Atlantis Productions to present the play. Britain's Glen Byam Shaw directed as he did in London. - The Guild alone is concerned in the production of "The First Tomorrow," a drama by Jan de Hartog, Dutch playwright. This is one of the most muddled, futile productions I have seen in a long time, although it is superficially coated in the dialog with that pseudo-importance that sometimes blinds knowing theatrical people. Through a venerable scientist, his assistant and a girl dying of tuberculosis, the author apparently is trying to explain that the secret of life is the soul of man and that those who die will return to bigger and better things. The playwright muddles the waters with mystical allusions to the impending World War II, a search for a cancer cure, a bit of hypnosis and considerable scientific jabber. John Archer, Tyler Carpenter, Ruth Ford and Sam Jaffe do the best they can with the charade. Paul Crabtree's direction apparently did it no harm.
OUR TOWN | I Hope It Works
By Jim Moore - I don't know what kind of a trick Ted Semple has up his sleeve for this Biscayne Key suit, but I sure hope that it works. Every time I think about the Matheson and the Deering estate trying to take that key away from Coral Gables I get really burned up. When their property over there was practically worthless for years, they were perfectly content to let it remain in this city, where special tax concessions were made to them. Now, with a causeway linking the key to the mainland and the future development of their half of the key assured, they start legal proceedings to oust it from Coral Gables. Not being a lawyer, I don't feel qualified to discuss the legal aspects of the case, but from a moral standpoint, I think the action brought by those interests is pretty doggone crummy. Maybe I'm too much prejudiced, but why anybody would want to lose the advantages of being a part of Coral Gables is hard for me to understand. The thing that troubles me the most, though, is the fact that this community stands to lose a valuable piece of ocean front land that someday will be jutted with hotels and large homes that will make Miami Beach look like the other side of the tracks. But they've already plunged the knife into Coral Gables' back and now it remains for Ted Semple to pull it out again. Ted says he hopes he'll upset their apple-cart and I'm praying fervently that he does -and them with it.
HOLLYWOOD FILM SHOP
By PATRICIA CLARY United Press Staff Correspondent HOLLYWOOD (UP)-Director Joseph H. Lewis believes the movie industry's answer to the financial burden of the British tax may be new and younger blood. He said movies with younger players could be made in half the time and at half the cost because directors didn't have to ease down so their wrinkles wouldn't show. Lewis has some of this new and younger blood in his new technicolor picture at Columbia, "The Return of October," which co-stars Glenn Ford and 18-year-old Terry Moore. "With younger players," Lewis explained, "you can shoot a big top budget picture like a western, no retakes, just shooting, steady shooting." Technicolor pictures ordinarily take anywhere from six months-like Ford's "Man From Colorado"-to eight months-like Rita Hayworth's "Down to Earth." Two Month Schedule "Return of October" is working on a two-month schedule. "I think we can do it because we don't have to ease down in the afternoon so our stars can look good," Lewis said. He called Miss Moore over for an illustration. "What are you doing tonight, Terry?" he asked. "Oh, Mr. Lewis, I can't work!" she protested. "I don't want you to work," he said. "I mean, what are you really doing?" Miss Moore sighed with relief. "I'm going out with Bert; there's a dance at his fraternity." Miss Moore's boy friend, Bert West, is a UCLA student. "You mean you're going to a dance when you're making a picture?" Ford asked in amazement. "Sure, why not?" Miss Moore laughed. "That's what I mean by 'young'," Lewis said. "If I had a leading woman in this picture your age, I'd be slowing everything down from 2 p. m. on, or the lines in her face would show. "Terry doesn't have any lines to show."
In Our Mail
Editor, Riviera-Times: I deem it not only a duty-but, a pleasure to write a word of commendation of the little man who delivers the Riviera-Times to our vicinity. He's a cheerful little fellow this Louis Riggins who comes whistling or singing and gives us service with a smile, and, I mean service literally for the paper is never thrown in among the shrubbery, but on the porch, and, should it be raining, he whistles, calling me to the door and delivers it in person thereby giving me a nice dry paper. He's a happy little fellow because he does his work well, and, an act of goodness is an act of happiness. I think he is headed for a bright future-Charles Kingsley in his writings tells us that the men he had seen succeed best in life have always been cheerful and hopeful men, who went about their business with a smile on their faces and took the changes and chances of this mortal life like heroes facing rough and smooth alike as it came. I believe our Louis is headed for such a man-and he has my blessings. You have my congratulations and best wishes for your paper, which I look forward to reading every evening. Sincerely MRS. CHARLES F. FALKENBURG 1227 Pizarro Street
It Says Here
There'll be no wild turkey on the table of the Dr. Colquitt Pearson tomorrow but the doctor can sport a new raccoon cap if he so desires. It seems that Dr. Pearson and his son David went out to try to bag a turkey on Dr. Art Weiland's ranch in the Everglades. The medico sent his son into a likely hammock to spot some roosting birds for him and when David gesticulated wildly at something perched in a tree, Dr. Pearson fired. Down tumbled a fat coon and away flew five fine turkeys. . . . Incidentally Dr. Weiland informs us that most hunters in the 'Glades this season will merely be campers. It seems that there are only a few old birds around and no evidence of young ones. It's happy birthday today to Victor Muzii who'll be receiving well wishers at his well-known eatery "The Drum" on Coral Way . . . Bill Brewer opened his own insurance office in Miami this week. He's been named general agent for the Continental Casualty and Assurance Co. Congratulations and best wishes, Bill. . . . Wesley Roberts recently completed a new home at 547 Avenue Majorca that has marble floors. Fellow members of the Lions Club are threatening to call and bring their roller skates. Finance Director Ed Poorman has asked for a supply of the Riviera-Times' Progress Supplements. He says they're a good way to answer a lot of questions about the Gables he gets through the mail. . . . We asked a newcommer to town what he thought of the Miami-Dade consolidation debate that he attended on Monday evening. "After listening to the speeches," he said, "I came to the conclusion that it's a very important matter and that both sides are right." . . . He needs some educating. . . . Bill Gray is singing the praises of a Miami policeman that helped him in a time of stress. Bill was in Miami when he heard the news that Billy had broken his leg and that it was a bad fracture. He jumped in the car and headed for the Gables through heavy traffic. Stopping for a light he spied a cop in a squad car and told him his plight. "Follow me," said the officer and sirened a path for Bill right out to the Coral Gables Clinic.
Ain't What She Used To Be | But It Took an Old Dray Mare to Prove It
By BETTY TOMES Riviera-Times Staff Writer While cantering (and I use the word loosely) through the woods one day, on something that looked like a hobby horse, I came upon a sign posted on a tree which read, "No Horse back-riding in park." I'd never heard of back-riding a horse, but at the time it seemed like it might be a good idea. Heaven knows I'd never done much good in a forward position, or any other position I'd often find myself. When I decided to take up the art, I decided, too, that first I must make a favorable impression upon the horse, so I got dressed up in my best bib and breeches, and set off to be formally introduced to the old nag. I'm afraid she wasn't-impressed I mean-with me or the carrots, lump sugar and apples I'd taken along as a kind of peace offering. I sure got off on the wrong foot. (Got on on the wrong side, too). After instructor got me properly seated in saddle, an English one, which I always managed to be ahead of or in back of, he then placed my feet in the stirrups, the reins in my hand, and the Old Dray Mare was off. It wasn't long before I was too. I picked me up and dusted me off, had a long, unprintable conversation with Old Mare, and was off to a fresh start. This time I did a little better, we circled the corral without a mishap. Then Old Mare got frisky, and shifted into high. I lost my stirrups, my reins, to say nothing of my poise, and decided I must have made a pretty picture in my bouncing bowier. (And they called Teddy-Roosevelt a "Rough Rider" Hm . . .) "Whoa!" meant nothing to Old Mare, she was a "souped up" job if I ever seen one. I tried using terms of endearment, I also used a few that weren't so endearing, but all to no avail. I was destined to wait for sheer exhaustion to set in. It caught up with me first, but Old Mare ran me a close second. The next two weeks were spent nursing cuts, bruises, lacerations, abrasions and slight fractures. When I'd fully recovered I returned to take another shot at that "wild equine," only to learn that Old Mare had been sent to the horse meat factory. It was gratifying indeed to know that I'd done a better job on her than she'd done on me. I'm not too sure, but I think we had her for dinner the other night.
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2312 Ponce de Leon Blvd. Phone 4-2586
Arthur H. Weiland Host To Newlyweds At Party Once Cancelled By Hurricane
By Julia D. Harum Dr. and Mrs. Arthur H. Weiland were hosts to close to a hundred friends last evening at an after-the-storms-were-over cocktail party at their Avenue Malaga home. Honored guests for the evening were Graham Miller and his lovely blonde July bride, the former Martha Thomas. The party in tribute to the young Miami attorney and his wife, longtime friend of Johanna and Arthur Weiland, originally was scheduled for September 17th-but that date and a howling hurricane blew in simultaneously. "I was really disappointed when the storm cancelled the original party," admitted Mrs. Edwin C. Thomas, mother of Mrs. Miller. "Doctor Thomas and I were celebrating our 26th wedding anniversary on that date." "Since my husband and I have been married, we've celebrated four anniversaries with gales blowing outside," the Miami woman said with a smile. "If the 26 years hadn't been particularly serene ones, I'd be inclined to take that as an augur of a stormy marriage!" The hurricane blustered the party away from one anniversary-right to another one. Mrs. Lyle Roberts sported an out-sized orchid on the shoulder of her black-and-gold cocktail dress-the gift of her husband on their ninth anniversary! "The card Lyle sent with it was as precious as the orchid," Janie declared. "It was a black-border-ed note of condolence!" Mrs. Ben Meavers apologized prettily to friends for the absence of her husband. "A few years ago I was a war 'widow," and now I'm a hunting widow-he's out in the 'Glades after turkey and quail," she reported. Mrs. Henry Briggs, dainty as Dresden in broad-brimmed hat and bright print, engaged us in an argument as to whether the cauliflower sauce contained garlic or mustard paste. (It turned out to be horseradish!) Mrs. Hoehl, who will rejoin husband John in Gainesville for Thanksgiving tomorrow confessed she'd become so acclimated to Coral Gables in a week that she returned to the Gables anticipating more of the same. "I arrived wearing Winter woolens-a long-sleeved woolen dress, a coat-and carrying a couple of sweaters just in case!" she said. Mrs. Arthur C. Moller took Johanna's experience as a bright omen. "Don't tell anyone," she confided, "'But I hope it gets very cold for a very short time this season." The reason? The Mollers have just installed a new gas floor heater-and they want to see how it works! Inman Padgett was recounting to a group of friends how he and Viola almost entertained the governor of North Dakota recently. "We'd never met the gentleman-but we were the only people they could find in South Florida who had ever been to North Dakota," he explained. Francis M. Miller introduced himself to strangers during the evening as "the old block that Graham's a chip off." The senior Millers will be hosts to their son and daughter-in-law at Thanksgiving Eve dinner tonight. Tomorrow the young couple will fly to Nassau for the honeymoon they didn't have time for after their marriage in Georgia. Graham and Martha told friends laughingly of a narrow escape from a domestic quarrel when they had to decide whether they'd heed a piano for "Gray" or an air-conditioning unit coveted by Martha, in their tiny apartment. "We compromised," announced Mrs. Miller. "We settled on a grand and a pint-sized conditioning unit!"
BETWEEN US | If He Wanders, Let Beau Go, Nancy Advises
By NANCY MOTTRAM "Dear Nancy: I met a boy through my best friend and the boy she was dating at the time. After a few dates, he asked me to go steady and I agreed. I learned to think a lot of him, and everything seemed to be going well. I didn't see him for two or three nights, as he made an excuse to have errands to do. I thought nothing about it, 'til one day out of a clear sky, my best friend told me that she and this boy had gone out together, and that they were interested in each other. He never offered a word of explanation to me after that. And he's changed towards me so, that he's trying to break up my friendship with this girl. I was angry at her, at first, but that's all over, and I'd like to have them both as friends. What can I do?" As long as he let your pal be the go-between, and break the bad news to you, use her to tell him that you aren't bitter about anything. Have a heart-to-heart talk with her, and let her know that you're all over any anger you ever felt. Let her understand that you no longer have any interest in the boy, outside of wanting him as a friend. Make it clear that her friendship means a lot to you, and you don't want to lose it. He doesn't deserve any special consideration, but it's wise to be pleasant and casual. Ask her to tell him that you bear him no grudge, and you'd like nothing better than to be pals with both of them. It may be hard to do, at first, but it's the gracious way out of a difficult situation.
[Mrs. Farmer Recuperating]
Mrs. R. L. Farmer, 825 Avenue Milan, is recuperating at Victoria Hospital from a recent operation.
Gablesgrams
By HELEN REYNOLDS, SOCIETY EDITOR Mrs. William Andrew Haggard, Mrs. Curtis Haggard and Mrs. James Barco Bishop have issued cards for a cof-fee from 12 to 1 p. m. December 3rd at the home of the senior Mrs. Haggard, 1801 S. W. 12th Street. * * * Miss Lulu Cadle of the "Mirasol," 706 Coral Way, will have as her holiday guests her sister, Mrs. J. S. Pope and Miss Omiata Beazley, both of Orlando. Mrs. C. W. Riesenberg will entertain the group at Thanksgiving dinner at the Wofford Hotel, Miami Beach. Miss Gertrude Shaffner is also planning a small tea for the visitors during their stay. * * * The Frank M. O'Brien Jr. estate on Old Cutler Road was brimming with activities Sunday afternoon when the actives and pledges of Delta Zeta held open house for the actives and pledges of Kappa Sigma fraternity at the University of Miami. Mrs. O'Brien is an alumna patroness of the Delta Zeta chapter. Swimming in the pool, football down by the lake, badminton and softball on the lawn, college and fraternity songs ringing out of the music room and refreshments in the rumpus room and barbecue grill were just some of the things. All Delta Zetas assisted at the open house. Since 14 girls in the chapter this year are permanent Coral Gables residents, as are many alumnae, a real home town college atmosphere pervaded the party. * * * Hereafter when you ring Mrs. Nelson Tower's front door bell it will be a musical cadence of many bells that will reward your pull of the old leather strap, for Mrs. Tower has gone collector of antiques and is beginning with old brass bells. It all happened when Mr. and Mrs. Tower took a trip to Atlantic City to attend a convention (for Mr. Tower) and then on to visit relatives in Cleveland, O., and New York City. In Cleveland, Mrs. Tower visited her mother but it was at the home of her sister, that she learn-ed about collecting. The sister's home is authentically furnished in Early American and the Gables woman de-clared, "It was there I learned all about long handled cook-ing pots that hang on the wall of the kitchen; the many ruffled curtains at the windows; the Garfield draped lace on the back of the piano. So I, too, began to long to collect." Mrs. Tower bought her bells, including three in a triangle brass hearse bell, in Atlantic City. Enroute North, Mr. and Mrs. Tower visited their 15-year-old daughter, Barbara, a student at St. Genevieve's school, Asheville, N. C. Mary recently was elected president of the student body at her school and is vice president of her class. The Towers were away six weeks. They reside at 1131 Avenue Obispo. * * * Flying down to San Juan to spend Thanksgiving are Mrs. Archer Victor Jackson and her sister Mrs. Robert E. Backus. In the Puerto Rican city they will be the guests of Mrs. Jackson's son and daughter-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Norman Feaster. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson have recently moved to their new apartment at 912 East Ponce de Leon Boulevard. Mrs. Jackson was the former Mrs. Mary Feaster.
Jaycee Wives Form Auxiliary-Get Immediate Job Assignment From Hubbies
Thirty-two wives of Coral Gables Junior Chamber of Commerce members organized an auxiliary this week-and 20 minutes later their Jaycee husbands put them to work. The budding woman's organization was named active partner in sponsorship of the ambitious 3-day horse show being mapped by the Jaycees for the end of January. Mrs. Ben Turner was elected president pro-tem of the Jaycee wives at the initial meeting. Other interim leaders named to serve with her until election of permanent officers in January were Mrs. John Galbraith, secretary, and Mrs. Dave Hendricks, treasurer. Next meeting of the woman's group will be called at the Country Club of Coral Gables Dec. 18.
To Address AAUW
"Russia and Turkey at the Dardanelles" is the topic chosen by Mrs. T. W. Hagan for a talk before the International Relations group of the American Association of University Women, Monday.
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