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Sunday, November 2, 1980
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1 FiiTKnitsFiini Section (J The Indianapolis Star SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1980 Landers Beale Fashions Weddings H Jif i is i ;ti.if ill !pi8Si TWO INDIANAPOLIS MEN-ONLY Men only! All-male bastions slowly, finally admitting women By JUDY WATSON United Press International T'he winds of change are A rustling through the oak-paneled drawing rooms of the men's social clubs of America. Women, admitted to the board rooms and libraries of some of the nation's largest businesses and law firms, still find the doors to prestigious social clubs closed to them because of their sex. There are, however, moves afoot to force a change. The issue has been raised mostly in large cities on the East and West coasts where there are larger numbers of female executives. 'We have more women in executive positions who are consistently disadvantaged by these policies," said Lynn Schafran, vice-chairperson of the New York City Commission on the Status of Women. Already in the Midwest, Indianapolis exists as an island of change. Two of that city's most prominent clubs the Columbia and the Indianapolis Athletic clubs opened their doors to women last year. Each now has from 15 to 20 women members. TVTen's club members, consid- 1 ering theirs a last bastion of male exclusivity, have so far resisted the idea of women occupying their favorite overstuffed chairs. Few other concessions to women have been tallied. At the New York headquarters of the famed Explorers Club, the board of directors voted Oct. 21 to recommend the admission of women members to its 13 chapters including those in the Boston, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Seattle, Philadelphia, Washington, DC, Denver, Florida and Michigan areas, as well as one in England. It headlined its own announcement of the decision: "Explorers Club Discovers Women." Women have responded by refusing to attend business meetings ThevVe freelancing amateurs now Ex-madam mourns passing re LJL : .r? j r un.ncn ninunni alhl onuoncALnvcia niODLbur inc. niiuivn I i-nui.iL Last Respectable House la Notorious Red-Light District Was Leveled For Urban Renewal (Star Illustration By John Bigelow) CLUBS NOW ADMIT WOMEN t at those clubs, pressuring public officials to quit them and working to yank tax exemptions for clubs which discriminate. In New York, headquarters for some of the world's largest corporations, the pressure for policy changes is building. Twelve of the best-known clubs, however, still cling to their old ways. Gov. Hugh Carey has ordered state employees to shun clubs that discriminate when they set up 1 business luncheons and meetings. He issued a warning that they will not be reimbursed for any expenses incurred at those clubs. HThe New York City Council is A mulling a bill to force men's clubs to open their membership to women and minorities if at least 20 percent of their members have their dues paid by a business or . take them as tax deductions. City Council President Carol Bellamy describes membership in such clubs as "an employment 'perk' denied to women and minority employees." An audit performed by the University Club in the city snowed that 40 percent of its members' dues were paid by their employers. "This bill doesn't say that you can't have private social clubs and keep out anyone you please," says Ms. Bellamy. "What it does say is that there's a point beyond which you can't do this and enjoy the benefits of a tax subsidy. Many of these private clubs are actually public meeting places providing contacts crucial for professional success." Barbara Rochman of the National Organization for Women told a council hearing on the bill that exclusionary policies had proved "degrading" for female executives. She recalled an incident in which Jacqueline Wexler, former president of Hunter College, was asked by a doorman to leave the See ADMITTDiG Page 9 Animal at Eastside veterinary By CAROL ELROD X7hen your patients' names are " Baron or Muffin or Buffy, they can't tell you where it hurts. And you often find out the hard way who has a nasty temper, who thinks dog or cat food is for the birds and who likes to use the floor for a latrine. I found out lots of things like that when I signed on for a day as kennel helperobserver at the Eastwood Animal Clinic and its nextdoor kennel. One of the most important things I learned right off was that professional veterinarians' helpers know more about how to handle sick animals or someone else's well animals, for that matter than J do, my past experience with pet boa constrictors, rabbits, guinea pigs, gerbils, turtles, dogs and cats notwithstanding. Therefore, I did more observing than helping. Thirst thing in the morning, I A met Marie Mills, who's in charge of what I call, for want of a better term, the "holding kennel." She keeps under observation the animals that look sick and "holds" those that require an X-ray or a btood test. Pets are cared for there until whatever needs to be done is done and until fond masters come to take their doggy or kitty home. Mrs. Mills also gets the examining rooms ready for the vets every morning, develops X-rays, prepares slides of fecal samples, cleans cages and helps the doctors with reluctant patients. She told me that she finds cats and dogs more challenging than the cows and pigs she worked with when she assisted her veterinarian brother-in-law in Wisconsin. The reason? "Large animals don't bite." Here I was, a volunteer who never really thought about the fact that such a job could be hazardous to my health. When I reminded myself that some humans who feel dyspeptic can be pretty snappish too and that visiting a doctor's office can be upsetting even to the most well-adjusted, I decided to be understanding and to learn quickly how to dodge teeth and claws. Tn the holding kennel were a A Siamese cat which was to be declawed, a white Maltese with red hairbows (she might have an infection and might need an X-ray), a white and orange cat with some kind of growth in his abdomen and a tabby cat from the kennel, who, employees said, "didn't act right." Mrs. Mills was to observe her and see if she could figure out what might be wrong and report to the doctor. My outsider's opinion was that something indeed was amiss. The cat was listless and looked exceedingly bored. While I followed Mrs. Mills around as she outfitted examining rooms with cotton swabs and syringes, the receptionist wanted to know "how's your stomach?" I told her not too good. "Oh, really?" she said, with a slight smile. I had prepared myself (through a lot of worrying and a couple of technicolor nightmares) for watching surgery, which I knew was part of the scene at any veterinarian's. I aa aiti I kingdom rules "WTO V 1 " f4t V1. ' 4 Si CAROL ELROD COMFORTS POODLE BROUGHT TO THE VETERINARIAN'S FOR A SHOT Clinic's Soft-Hearted Crew Knows All About Caring For Sick Or Injured Animals was to test those mental preparations almost immediately. When the first vet. Dr. Morey '"Doyle, came on duty, he "took down" (tranquilized) the Siamese part way. The cat, unhappy because he hadn't been allowed to eat, had been yowling in his cage all morning, but became quiet and began nodding as the drug took effect. At that point, the vet administered more tranquilizer. Animals are "taken down" in two stages so as not to upset their digestions. "Down" the second time meant limp as the proverbial rag. When Mrs. Mills brought the animal from his cage, I was shocked to see that his blue eyes were staring and his tongue hanging out. "They all look that way when they're out. He's all right," I was told. With Mrs. Mills holding a tourniquet around one front leg, Dr. Doyle of her profession By WAYNE SLATER , peoria, IU. (AP) They were wrong about Alyce Broshe, alias Karen Connally, the last of the Peoria madams. She did not get shot or stabbed and die in the streets somewhere. She hasn't grown old and obese and died quietly one morning in bed. Somehow, she has survived. And surely the Alyce Broshe of today would have startled her old cronies in that storied red-light district called the Merry-Go-Round. "I was the best at what I did," says Miss Broshe, who at 45 doesn't any more. Times have changed. The city this summer leveled the last of the old houses in the Merry-Go-Round to make room for urban renewal. The old madams are all dead and gone. The hookers have taken to freelancing in the street. "There is no professionalism in it anymore. They're amateurs, really. It's no longer a job or a business or a profession," she says. "It's a crime." Oi knee. Peoria s riverfront district was legendary. It was a lusty, brawling, wide-open place with gambling, dancing, raw liquor and willing women. It was an island of vice in the land the settlers built, and everybody in the Midwest knew it. swung into action with what looked like a canine toenail cutter, only sharper. Just a little blood appeared. Then the leg was wrapped in an elastic stocking-type gizmo and snugly taped. On to the other front foot. Within a. few minutes, the cat was back in his cage to sleep off the tranquilizer a process which, I was informed, might take all day. Mrs. Mills would watch him to make sure that the feet didn't bleed too much and to keep his eyes lubricated. Since a tranquilized animal doesn't blink, there are no natural tears to wash its eyeballs, she said. Every little while all day long, she'd put in both eyes an ointment or "artificial tears." T found out that downstairs was Aa fully equipped operating room for the heavy-duty surgery with overhead lights, oxygen tanks and a table just like in a people hospital. Through the 1920s and Prohibition times, and well beyond, the red-light district of Peoria was a storied neighborhood. But times have changed. And so has the world's most infamous profession. The packet boats and the paddle-wheelers regularly tied up here for the night. Gamblers from St. Louis and Chicago made fortunes here. And on the Illinois River, whitened by the light of the moon, there glimmered the reflections of the big pillared brothels, where women at the windows tapped silver dollars on the glass, beckoning. In 1913, the Illinois Senate decided to put a stop to it. The Senate's Committee on Vice held hearings in Peoria to investigate what one lawmaker called "the sporting women" and to determine "what makes a good girl go to the bad." After long hearings, the com-. mittee made a number of recommendations aimed at ending prostitution. Nonetheless, by the late 1920s, Peoria's red-light district was flour-ishing. And at the helm was Diamond Lil, a huge woman with flared nostrils. "She was a Negro and had diamonds in her teeth. If you'd seen See EX-MADAM Page I roost clinic if i -4 WTffrftl-Mnil"rflltfir'inl (Star rhott by William A. 0l) Since I thought a cat declawing was heavy-duty enough for a first-timer to watch, I made no move to check out the basement facility. However, when Jean Alsup, in charge of day-to-day details in both the clinic and the kennel, clocked in and found me still upstairs, she immediately wanted to know, grinning broadly, "What are you doing up here when all the bloody stuff is going on downstairs?" A little weak in the knees, I meekly followed her down. "If you get woozy, you just walk out the same door you came in, OK?" Ms. Alsup asked. I nodded. On the operating table, with its small body covered except for the abdomen, was a 4'2-pound poodle which was being spayed. Dr. Robin Roesch. a veterinarian who used to work in a clinic in Cincinnati but who now helps out with surgeries on Tuesdays and Thursdays at Eastwood, was in command. Che already had the tiny uterus and ovaries outside the incision, and I was amazed to find out that what she was doing wasn't particularly messy, not nearly so much as prior teasing had led me to believe. As Dr. Roesch painstakingly removed the last of the organs and began sewing up the tiny dog, I began to feel a little dizzy, but the expertise involved in what she was doing was so interesting that I forgot my discomfort. "You're going to have a sore tummy when you wake up," Dr. Roesch told the poodle, which was totally under and feeling nothing at all, much less hearing her words. While she stitched, we talked about this and that her career and mine mostly and decided that it was perfectly normal for a woman to be a surgeon. "After all, women have been sewing for years," Dr. Roesch joked. The surgery complete, she carried the tiny patient to a "recovery room" cage, rubbing its body softly. See VETERINARY Page 3 till Index To FSuTOilFSFS Federation Forum . . 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