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ream. wt. eke,.
Antonio, Te.see, bou.4,* ahead of
a Federal warrant for the inter-
st,,te tranpnrtation of stolen
property,
Tile FRI omit olcitecl up her
trail, in Norfolk, Va.
".4t the time of her sudden de-
parture in November 1954," said
the official F=BI report, war-
rant was filed by the -doctor who
was her employer charging her
with the larceny of $2,000
_connection with cash she had
not deposited to the .doctor'o:
bank account,"
Last month the ESI arrested
Mrs. Burton and daughter in
Tulsa — where Mrs, Burton was:
back in her old stand, working
in a doctor's office. The recep-
tionist recognized. her frotn
newspaper picture. Both moth-
er and, daughter were held in
bonds. totaling $40,000. — From
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100 OTHER EXANC.E.ES
!WORRY LIKE •THIS?
"Dear Anne IiireteI want you
to tell 1-11e whether other engage :4.
girls, get frightened as the;:;
Wedding clay draws res:rr? I am
to be married on Thanksgiviete.
pay, and although f can put:
toy finger on any single thing to.
worry about, I do.
"My fiance is 28, I'm 21. We
attend the same church, • we
shire a love of music and book,,
and sports; and he is the most
thoughtful person I've ever
keown. I can't find a single bad
tnait in him; he makes a good
living and is very saving of his
eioney, although generous to me.
?end I know he would never let
me down.
"Yet I have hours of wonder-
leg whether I should marry him. t Live a well-rounded life, be-
Wee to two organizations, am a
eoliPege graduate and have al-
ways had plenty of confidence.
in myself. This feeling is utterly
foreign to my nature..
"My fiance only Went through
nigh school, and is shy around
'hose he thinks are more intelii-
Yet when I compare his
•7.vonts (who live just for each
her and are so happy) with
,.me professional people I know,
would choose their marriage
modeL•I want to be a good
Newest Crochet
The collapse of halt a Clasen
TV quiz shows and nine comics
thee year drew 'attention to the
indisputable durability of one
survivor, the 67.‘year.old quiz-
master and comedian, Julius
(Geotieho) Marx, Last week, on
the verge of his seventh straight
see eon in television, a medium
that has steadily paid him off in
accolades without any evident,
straining on his part, the Great
Insulter ettoraceeristicany swat-
ted TV over the head. The only
Map: brother, still regularly vis-
ible to the US, public, relaxing
behind his trademark mustache,
hadn't a TV care in the world,
just two weeks 'before the au-
Ltuinfem,, opening of • "You Bet Your
"I have nothing to do. with
,the producing or editing of the
show," he said, brandishing an
8-inch cigar. "I arrive • at the
studio at 8, walk out at 9:30,
and spend the rest of .the week
golfing, swimming, reading (his-
tory, philosophy, biography) and
supervising my 11-year-old
daughter, Melinda.
"I don't watch TV in between
TV appearances. Intellectually,
it's a joke. But, unfortunately, it
reflects the taste of the U,S. pub-
lic. How many copies of the At.
lantic Monthly are sold each
month? How many Confiden-
tials? People want what doesn't
tax them. Every time something
comes along that should' stay on,
it gets kicked off because of
low ratings"
He felt no urge to offer big•
ger sums on his program, in the •
wife, have a family, and keep
my man content. Hut 1 see some
of my married friends to quar-
relsome With each other that it
eeares me.
"Once we stopped seeing each
other because I Alt unsure of
myself. I was really sick over
it, felt I had thrown away the
most beautiful gift I have ever
had. I asked. him to come back
P Bet now that my wedding
date is set I feel shaky. My par-
ents laugh, and tell me not to.
worry. Am I normal, Anne
Hirst? STILL, WORRYING"
Most of the married people
you know would probably
• confess (in a confidential
* mood) that they were at-
tacked by the same unnamed
* fears that worry you, Most
e thoughtful girls wonder whe-
* ther marriage is right for
4' them; they see couples who
* get on each other's nerves and
e make their life a series of un-
e pleasant scenes. And they be-
* gin to wonder whether these
* who appear happy are ruiner
so. It makes a girl tremble.
• From all you tell me (and
• I wish I could have printed
* your letter in full) you and
e your fiance seem to have no
* need to concern yourselves.
You will help him to overcome
4` his shyness; he will stand like
* a shield between you and any
* trouble that may come. Yoh
e share the same ideals of mar-
* riage; you enjoi, the same
* things, laugh at the same
* stories. lie will respect your
* higher education and you will
* never allow him to feel infer-
* ior. I picture you both prac- •
.dcing tolerance in any differ-
• ence, being patient if misun-
derstandings arise, and living
*'serenely together with abso-
* lute faith in one another.
Your thoughts are natural,
* yes, But you are intelligent
e and you love deeply, two pro-
* tections against any real un-
" happiness. Keep in mind your
* parents' satisfying marriage,
* the sweet companionship that
* your fiance's mother and fa-
* ther find in theirs. There is a
100eto-1. chance. that yours will
o be like that.
. • %),
DATE HER AGAIN?
"Dear Anne Hirst: Last spring
I stopped seeing a girl I liked a
lot, I asked her to go steady and
she refused, so I just didn't go
back.
"A girl friend of hers tells me
she'd like to date me again. But
after the rotten way she treated
me, do you think I should? I
know I was possessive, and
maybe jealous, but shall I take
her hack after all this? JIM"
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viQ
was
poOlsbedal'n? she a patrician. She livedlady,
with a girl she introduced as
her niece, a fetching and bright
young blonde, At one time or
another she had five new cars,
including a pink Lincoln. She
had two avocations: She work-
ed, though she really didn't
need 1Q, and, she raised cocker
epardele. ((She Peened 50 cock.
ers, including. Rise and Shine,
the 1954 "Best in Show" dog at
the nation's snazziest dog show,
the Westminster Kennel Club's.)
SheGlay,called herself Mrs. Janet it.
Mrs, Gray was office manager
for a group .of doctors who
operate a nrivete clinic. One
day, one of the doctors decided
that he was short in his office
checking account,
When investigators went look-
for Mrs. Gray, she had fled. She
had left town, said witnesses,
leading a spectacular four-
vehicle caravan in the pink Lin-
coln,, and with her went most
of her furnishings (in two fur-
niture vans), all the cockers,
and her niece driving another
car.
It wasn't hard to trace this
caravan as Mrs. Gray moved
across the South, but she be-
gan to drop off her more con-
spicuous items — like the vans
— as she went and finally, in
Oklahoma, she vanished.
By then, investigators learned
she had taken $100,000 from the
doctors, and the FBI was called
in. If Mrs. 'Gray had seemed
to have an extravagant life in
Atlanta, the true story of her
life, as the FBI disclosed it, was
extravagant beyond the imag-
ination of most mortals.
She was born in Tientsin,
China, in 1906, the daughter of
British parents, and her real
name was Margaret McGlashan.
By '1935, she was in the Pana-
ma Canal Zone, working for a
Chinese rug company. There she
met and married a man named
Jasper W. Burton, and had a
daughter by him. This daugh-
ter — Sheila Joy Burton — was
her "niece."
Mrs. McGlashan-Burton-Gray-
(she accumulated 22 known
aliases) first came to the atten-
tion of authorities as one of the
world's great swindlers in
Honolulu in 1939. She had been
transferred there by her com-
pany and she achieved a - tri-
umph that most crime experts
„said was impossible: She suc-
ceeded in defrauding a Chinese
rug merchant.
Mrs. Burton had taken the
precaution of leaving Honolulu
exactly eleven days before the
Indictment was handed down.
The FBI record from then on
speaks for itself:
Mr's. Burton was arrested by
Los Angeles police in July 1939
for the Honolulu rap, but extra-
dition was denied.
In February 1950, a warrant
was issued for her arrest in Loe
Angeles on six counts of theft,
but she had disappeared.
Vancouver police charged her'
with the theft of $5,000 in May
of 1950, but by the time the
charge was made she had again
moved on.
In 1953, she Moved out of San
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ROYALTY LINE
tain . . . behind every Service
button there is a story:Knowing
this makes Warrior's Day at the
• C,N.E. all the more meaningful.
Thank goodness the heavy rain
kept off for the duration of the
parade although the bands were
dispersed a little ahead of time
to prevent damage to their in-
struments from the drizzle.
After we left the grandstand
our problems began, Raining
fast — and our bus didn't leave
until 10:30! Partner was wear-
ing a light windbreaker, I a
plastic raincoat. My raincoat
kept the rain out and the per-
spiration in so I was almost as
wet inside as out. _We took shel-
ter in one or two of the build-
ings. So did hundreds of others.
We tried to get a taxi. So did
scores of others. We waited ages
to get into a phone booth to call
Art. No answer! Obviously.. they
were at the Ex. and hadn't got
home yet. We put in time at the
Motor Show hoping to find a
seat. There were none vacant.
We thought then how much the
C.N.E. might be improved by
the addition of more seats
everywhere—many, many more
seats.
At long last we got Art on
the phone. Then we wended our
weary way over to the Dufferin
street cars, my shoes squelching
as I walked. We elbowed our
way on to a street-car and at
the end of our trip Art was
waiting with his car. At Dees
place we got more or less dried
out, enjoyed a hot chicken din-
ner, and then the whole family
brought us home. We enjoyed
the Parade; we think Warrior's
Day is something one should go
to at least once Ma lifetime, but
more than anything we appre-
ciated having someone to fall
back on, someone to bring us
home' — and at the end of the
day a warm, dry, comfortable
home to come back to. That was•
one day at the C NE and
there may be another. A fine
one, we hope!
AT LONG LAST The king has
answered. Arleene Francis, 15,
wrote King Hussein of Jordan
last March after meeting. Jor-
dan's U.S. ambassador in
Washington. The king said his
reply Was delayed because of
"a slightly disorganized state
of affairs in my office." Hus-
sein said he was touched by
Arleene's sincerity and outlook
on world affairs. The king ad-
vised her that if she wrote
again she should "write 'Per-
sonal' on the envelope." "It's
just wonderful," said Arleene.
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ISSUE 38 — 1957
* I don't agree at all that this
* girl was unfair, She wanted to
* go out with other boys too,
* and was frank enough to say
• so. Your pride got a jolt, and
* you left.
* Most girls like to date sev-
° oral boys at once, for how
* else can they learn about boys
* in general and discriminate
" among them? You would have
* been smart to agree, accepted
* competition and taken your
" chance with her other friends.
° Instead you behaved like a
° spoiled child, you would have
* all or nothing.
* If you really like the girl
* you will jump at the chance
* to be friends again—and this
" time be a little humble. That
* will show you are more ma-
* tare now, and can appreciate
* a girl honest enough to tell
* you the truth
*
When you don't know where
to turn, turn to Anne Hirst,
Her wide experience and in-
nate sympathy for• troubled
readers will help you. through
almost any trouble. Write her
at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St.,
New Toronto, Orit.
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tEl7111 NEW ROYALTY telt At 1'00 thittitiON"biALEit ithe
fantastic manner' of some quiz
shows: "We were never inter-
ested in the big money. People
began giving away more than
we did the first week we were
on the air, But we are strictly
holiest. No one wins unless he
earns it. We had two Congres-
sional Medal of Honor holders
on who didn't win a thing. We
were sorry about that but the
only time we gave something
away 'for nothing was once when
we had a mother of seventeen
children. All eighteen of them
together couldn't answer any-
thing right, We didn't give her
any money but we finally did
give her a washing machine.
'We don't have to have brains
on our show. The stupider the
better, just as long as they can
talk. Anyway, the encyclopedic
mind gets pretty dull."
The scramble for guest talent
and big names—which threatens
to become the foremost problem
for television producers this fall.
—made Grouch° not the lease,
bit apprehensive. "We don't go
for celebrities," he said imper-
turbably "Our show is a parade
of Americana. There is a vest
reservoir of people in the t.r.ri%
who want to make spectacles
Out of themselves, so I'll never
run out of talent. Jack Benny
wanted to exchange guest spots
with me, but / told him can
get more laughs- from 4 street,
ear eonductOr than I can froth
you',"
The loyalty of his TV Audi-
enee drew rio speech from him.
"They keep tuning nee M
ably because like an old suit at
underwear I'm hard io site tee
he reasened. "All I have to do
is sit there on a stool. I'm the
highest paid stool-pigeon in the
Newsweek.
J 5T iiittiViditaitt NOW—Famed as the "Sea devil" during: Wartil
War Gertriany't Count Felix vote loCkner is- taking: thirige:
easier his declining years, Shown With his Wife in front of
their trailer ilea? Stuttgart, the Veteran Of Many ci sea 'baffle,
elOW 77 years olri. was titiefidifig' tiatietial toe/16111a talkie
TRAGIC 0001NOTt Though
little Rat l:ill jacobs, SW, doesn't
know it, the elephant foot in
Which he's standing was chief
in in a gruesome
tragedy. With 4,, "Bosco," for,
men star performer with the
Keene Circus,. trampled his two
trainers to death. The feat le
tlittikty in Berlin, Germany,
Wouldn't you you know it , Ex-
hibition time and teaming rain
the second day. The teouble is
we needed that rain so badly
but why couldn't it have come
two days earlier, then, everyone
would have been happy. Or
would they?
Partner and I went to the
C.N.E. on Friday — the first
time we had ever gone on "War-
rior's Day". It was raining a lit-
tle when we boarded the bus
but the "Probs" called for
"clearing by noon" so we took
a chance. We got a splendid
seat on the grandstand after
we had had lunch and taken a
quick look at the new Queen
Elizabeth Building. Kate Ait-
ken's dream has finally come
true. For years Mrs. A. tried to
talk C.NE. officials into making
plans for the construction of
such a badly needed. building.
And for an equal number of
years her pleas and arguments
were turned down. Now that the
new Women's Division is an ac-
complished fact I wonder if any
of the credit will go to Mrs. A.
who was the first to point the
way.
The Military Parade began
marching past the reviewing
stand soon after two o'clock and
continued for almost two hours.
Other years we have read about
it, heard about it and seen
snatches of it on T,V., but that
was very different from seeing
the actual performance, There
were bands, bands, and still
more bands. Each band follow-
ed by of ciers and men of vari-
ous regiments, mostly veterans
of past wars, even as far back as
the Boer War. Many of them
stiff in the joints, some with
a limp but all of them valiantly
trying to keep step to the mar-
tial music. Watching from a cen-
tral spot on the Parade ground
were about 25 wheel-chair vet-
erans from Sunnybrook Hospi-
tal, each under the care of a
military nurse, while Red Cross
nurses kept the men supplied
with what appeared to be' a
packaged lunch. As might be ex-
pected the men were obviously
entering into the spirit of the
occasion, living up to the old
army slogan that "old soldiers
never die,"
On the grandstand there were
many more old soldiers, some.
with their children and grand-
children. Some were younger,
veterans of World War II. and
the' Korean. War. There were
also war widows. One old age
pensoner sitting next to me said
she came to the C.N.E: every
year on Warrior's Day although
her husband, a first war veteran,
had been dead 26 years. She
now lives alone in an apartment
block for Senior Citizens at
Rexdale and is very well satis-
fied with the care and accom-
modation she receives,. Behind
us a little girl was excitedly
picking out Grandpa from
among the wheel-chair visitors.
In front of us, and a little to the
left, sat a thin-faced man, lean-
ing on his stick arid wearing
Service button in his lapel. He
Spoke very little but his eyes
follewed every ra6Verhent of the
parade, Who knows what were
his 'Memories. Certainly his at-
tention was more than casual.
'Was he One of those who retttrn.".
ed from Vitriet Ridge? Was he
gassed, shot down or wounded
the field of battle? Or were
his memories chiefly coneerried
with hig httaciidil Who didn't
eftie back? Without asking theta,
Wei he WaY of knowing, But Of
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