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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1959-06-04, Page 6• ' 'PP 4 1, • 64'1. tWteip,F. %.,M."'<eetfte4A,0:.:tt"' 1 ease ` OUT OF THIS WORLD — Other-worldly look of the struc- tures, above, fit the bleak site on which they're located. On Unimak Island, far out in the Aleutian chain, t he group of buildings are part of the westernmost link of the transcontinental DEW—Distant Early Warning— network, Churchlike dclme, houses radar unit. "Dishes," s left, and curved reflectors, right, are portions of radar detection and beam-casting communications equipment, DIVING GAR — This parked car in Central City, Colo., suddenly did a duck-dive during centennial celebration of discovery of gold in the area. Car's weight broke through earth crust into a 10-foot-deep, abandoned'• mine 'shaft. a MIXUP.. One got this nirey tieSt iii' Mitttieopolis: Car, 'right centers, •vas abate a .t . i e tieelatta company itueke aefteas fried to pata, Stuck eue,leti atUdt, tObi. background; became stuck ,before this; soggy aataati began, A third gas aorapatie, taatke itilletedAije CIHVee. he#- fo mud, stayed` our of atoUblea, !Il=leealsee 3==r.=haelaereariesseesase,ee-se eeree-ea Nor. Garden Was. A $111,rder Graveyard edam, the. world's most wicked. women have deceived their victims with an air of in- necenee or an irresistible beauty. But one of the most evil women ever known letalted just what she was a sub-human dealer hi death. Amelia Dyer had so ugly a face and body that, when she was Young, other children ran away and taunted her ,from a distance, This, indeed, may have been the reason for her evil life in later years. The insults probably tilled her with hate and made her exact a terrible price in revenge, She was a dwarf, just Over four feet in height. She had '`a. large, hooked nose and jutting chin, But her voice was soft and melodious, and she could capti- vate people with her wheedling speech. Her dark eyes, which so often glittered malevolently, could, when she wished, exert an alrieost hypnotic power. Amelia lived with her humble parents in a cottage on the out- skirts of Reading. Kindly people, seeing how other childr leered at her, did their utmost to help her. Among them was the vicar of the local church, who was delighted to discover the piety of this ugly duckling. "I find my happiness in higher things," she said to him when he found her in the church one morning. "I have been here all night, praying and thanking God for the good people who befriend me." Amelia was then fourteen. Her statement was sheer hypocrisy, but her semblance of piety had a quick result. A simple country- man called Dyer was inveigled into marrying her, his advisers bointing out that a good wife was etter than a pretty one. Amelia gave birth to a daugh- ter a year later. After that, the unfortunate Mr. Dyer vanished and was never heard of again. Amelia now had a pleasant cot- tage, with a big garden, near the Thames. What more natural than that this God-fearing young mat- ron, whose own daughter was so beautifully cared for, should of- fer help to women less fortu- nately placed? And so, in the placid years of the mid-Victorian age, Mrs. Dyer set up as a professional foster- mother. "I can offer the sweet baby a comfortable home and a mother's care," she told inquirers. Some of thee applicants were, regrettably, in too much of a hurry to ask many questions. They were prepared to dump their babies on this strange-look- ing woman, whether her claims were justified or not. Other unfortunate young wo- men, crazy with worry at having an illegitimate baby on their lands, handed them over to Mrs. Dyer's care on the strongest re- commendation of the members of the local church, The latter, it must be said, had not the slight- est suspicion that anything was wrong. It is true that a local builder, demolishing a boat-house on the river's edge beyond Amelia's cottage, claimed that he had once seen the foster-mother stealing bricks. But it seemed such an absurd kind of theft that no one took any notice. . . . The years went by. Amelia Dyer became well-known locally as a woman always ready to care for unwanted babies. She charg- ed as little as $15 and as much as $150. Few, if any, of the par- ro, MODERNS --- Shown' re- Cently, this crisp; White aheatik for summer wear is made of 0 wrinkle -. resistant` linen - like 'rayon. Yellow bell picks' up de- . Celia of the yellow flOwers, eats ever returned to see how their children were getting On. When some did return, aars, Dyer gleefully informed them that she had been fortunate enough to, get their ehildren adopted. "I can't tell you the details," she said to one young servant girl who asked about her baby son, "It has to be secret, because her ladyship is going to pretend the baby is hers. "Your little boy will one day be a duke. He may marry royal- ty. But if the truth were ever to be revealed, . With such nonsense her simple dupes went away mollified. Then, on a hot summer's day in 1896, an angler fishing below Caversham weir felt a tug on his line. Winding in his catch against the force of the current, lie saw that it was a, half-submerged brdwn-paper parcel. Inside was the body of a baby. "Another one," he said to him- self. "It's disgraceful that the po- lice don't so anything," Every angler and boatman on that stretch of the Thames knew that finding the bodies of chil- dren was a common occurrence, But such was the slight regard for young human life in those days that no one had bothered to report the finds. This time, however, the angler took the parcel to the police sta- tion. There, a keen-eyed sergeant saw the blurred, faint lettering of an address on the wrapping paper, It was that of Amelia Dyer. The police visited her cottage, recalling as they waited at the door, the stream of babies that had gone there. But the place was now, as always, silent and childless. Amelia invited them in with- out any sign of fear. She quoted appropriate texts about inno- cence and a clear conscience, But she was hesitant when asked to give the names of the people who had adopted children under her care. The upshot was that she was arrested. Mrs. Dyer's daughter was also running a baby farm not far away. She was no mur- deress, and she soon confessed that she suspected her mother's fearful trade. "I know that some of the ba- bies died," she sobbed. "I've seen Ma going down to the river af- ter dark. She used to take the bodies in a carpet bag with a brick in it. She had to, because. there wasn't enough money for the burial costs." Under questioning, she admit- ted that she was aware that the babies did not always die na- turally. "Once," she said, "Ma brought a baby to my house and said she was on her way to hand it over to some gipsies. I went out to the garden, and when I came back, Ma was/pushing a parcel Under her chair so that her skirts hid it, There was no sign of the baby. I was frightened and didn't say anything. But next clay I asked how the baby was. "'Fine,' Ma answered. 'He's a nice little lad.'" By then, the baby's body was miles down the river. The police dug up Mrs. 'Dyer's garden. It was like a graveyard, crammed with the tiny bodies of young babies. Mrs. Dyer, confronted with the evidence in Reading jail, refused to answer. But in mumbling, "My daughter knows nothing about it," she inferred that she realized her own guilt was obviously be- yond question. Taxed with the need to show some remorse and indicate how many murders she had commit- ted, she opened her Bible and began reading it aloud. She maintained this attitude at her trial, She was condemned to death. In the cell, awaiting the scaffold, she prayed so loudly that other prisoners complained of the din She was warned that, if she did not keep quiet, her supplies of gin would be withdrawn. That had the desired effect, for Amel't Dyer was an alcoholic. When the chief warder entered her cell and announced that be- cause of, three other hangings that day •she would be' given ae- other twenty-four hours of life. she grinned in triumph and said that it was divine justice,. But, the following morning, she became her true self. Almost helpless from gin-swigging, she snarled in fury as the warders approached. Then, in a voice raucous and ;ugly, she bawled her challenging toast as she drained half a bottle of neat spirits,. "Here's to everyone," she yelled, "off to hell to join ole Charlie Peace below.' With her own curse of on detnnatien ringing in her bars, the cltvarf Was dragged to; the scaffold: "I can't make up my mind whether to ga to a peltilist or a mind-reader," said Smith to his friend, "My cleat chap, a palmist? of. adotitae; You IchoW yOutve got a paliteY Obey the' traffic signs' — they are Plaeed theft' for Y UIt SAFETY We All Have Our Bad Moments! While organ music pulsed sub- limely through a West of Eng- land village church, Rosemary, the pretty, fair-haired, twenty- two-year-old bride, arrayed in unblemished white, glanced ner- vously at the wedding ring in her bridegroom's hand. She saw, to her horror, that his hand was perspiring and shaking. Thee, with a barely audible gasp, she slid gently to the floor — uncons- cious. The priest, helped by the white-faced groom and best man, carried her into the vestry and sprinkled some water over her forehead. When she came to she shivered violently and cried, "I can't go through with it! It's so final. , „ Then, gazing at her twenty- eight-year-old bridegroom, a vil- lage grocer's son, she stammered, "Just fancy spending all my life with you!" She giggled hysteri- cally, shot out of the vestry door and ran' screaming down the church path, out through the lych gate, and into the village high street, with the groom and other members of her wedding party in •hot pursuit. She raced everyone to her home,, gained the sanctuary of her room, slammed the door and locked herself in.- The marriage was never rearranged. All of us; at some period in our lives, have to face embaxras- sing and sometimes painfull, dis- appointments. ' A Welsh. farmer's daughter three times refused offers of marriage in order to 'Continue looking after her widowed aunt. "Don't worry, dear," the, aunt assured her, "you'll get your re- ward when I'm gone." For eleven, years the faithful Dilys toiled, mopped, dusted and cooked for her aunt, receiving in return just half a day free,Aach month and ten shillings a weak. The aunt, an overbearing, auto- cratic woman, •was very fond of ' a special brand .of tea, One afternoon.Dilys found, hete dis- may, that she had forgetter: 'to order a new packet. So, as it was, early closing .day, she borrowed— a few teaspoonfuls of another brand from a neighbour. the old lady reacted instantly, with peevish disdain. "This tea's poison," , she snapped. "It's not my favourite brand. What have you given me" Dilys then, con- fessed. "Very careless of you," said the aunt irritably. Be sure that it never happens again." The woman brooded over the incident for many months after- wards. Three' years later she died, ands Dilys, her loyal com- panion and housekeeper, had every reason to expect a suitable financial recompense for her sac- rifices. Imegine her shock when the family solicitor read the will and announced that a total of $50,000 had been left to various chari- ties,. Dilys, in acknowledgment of her services, Would receive a beggarly $750' and a set of ea- ve apostle spoons to remind her,, as the testament, declared, "of her unlamented aunt's fa- vourite tea, and to stir her me- rnory over a regrettable iti- cideet." Some embarrassments have an tWist, as if Fate were a supernaturel joker, delighting in mocking the follies of humeri be- ings. Not long age a Texas bank Teenager prepared a pamphlet on "What" to do When Held up by -Bandits," ire included. some won- deffelly sound advice, but never dreamed that soon he was to have a chance to test its value: A. bandit presented himself at the cotiriter.While the Manager: Was.deputizing for the cashier; The hOld-ine man poked a gtih through the bars and, With; hi$ 'free hand, brandislie'ct a card Which said, "Hand Over' the IVIoney, OrsIal Kill Yeti," ea Now was the eNpett'S chance ,practise ,What he had preaCh", . But-he stood frozen to the *at; frightened Arid reeottiteleat As hidden, he teok all .the'inerieY HEALTH QUEEN—Barbara Lyon • reigns 'over a food-laden table as Miss Health at convention of the 'National Restaurant Associ- 'gtion. from his drawer — about .$1500. and lamely handed over the cash. Another way in which acute embarrassment can ,be caused is by would-be rescuers only 'half- completing their self-appointed tasks. This'happened 'recently in a Portuguese village-a where a couple, Rita Nogueria and Man, uel Cavalheiro, started fighting. Friends interviewed and grasps ' ed Cavalheire's. arms.. As soon as' the girl saw. that heraoppon- ent was pinioned, she,' simply tore into him e with added fury... In self defence Manuel buried his teeth deep in her .nose, and' Rita retired ine great pain and conies • slain Thus, w,ith the ,best intentions, the ''peacemakers" had Made matters infinitely worse. Eye-Opener The reasons for the prelimi- nary sight-seeing trip to Aus- tralia arranged by a. Chicago:: newspaper for Stanley Yankus, are more apparent every day. The aim wasn't to glorify Mr. Yankus as an individual. Instead it was to give him, and many of the rest of us, a chance to know more about Australia. A few days ago Mr. Yankus talked to Roger Nott, minister of agriculture for a big sector of farm land around Sydney, He learned that Australia, too, has had its farm acreage restrictions. A number of ye8rs ago actual acreage. allotments were assign- ed to wheat farms there, during a period of surpluses. The con, trots were TerrieVed when the surpluses disappeared. But Mr, Nott conceded that they might hove to be imposed again if a surplus wheat situation were to return. Mr. Yankus, who 'returned to his home Sunday, says he'll have to "have more time 'to think about What '' saW. before he makes up his Ned whether Aus, tralia is the place for hire, At least he has' sonic better iteow- ledge of the actual tarts ,Of Atte- ttelian life brie thing you have to 'say about ; Wheat controls aheree they were snore realistic than those in this country; Here mil- lions of dollars are paid in .geva eitment, atabeidiea ao large ."cot- pairate'farmers," In Australia: Wheat:, gtoweta were paid a, Market priee .,for the first ..3,000 • • lattahele they: Ptodileadi and lower! price' for all above, that, This; cbtild ,be,orie aeti, gen that thelAiiitralian Stlfpitta Problem dieePPetited in 't feW Yeare, Mtlakegeit Miele) Chronicle`. " 'Keep it simple' is iny motto when I have a party for' small children," the mother of three said. "Let them play outdoors, if possible, give them something easy to play — and don't organ- ize them too much." They always like and expect ice cream and cake — and to make up for the plain ice cream, she said, she always tries to have a cake that will interest the children and that they can admire for the few minutes be- fore it is cut. Here are several cakes she hae served at these children's parties. Carrousel Cake Frost a 2-layer cake with white or pink icing. Dip animal crackers in melted, unsweetened chocolate and allow to harden. Stand animals upright around the top of the cake, and insert in the icing behind each animal a stick of 'peppermint candy, For extra decorations, repeat the row of animals around the bottom of cake. k * Merry-GO-Round Cake For this, you'll need to get some miniature colored plastic animal candleholders.' With can- dles in them, place at regular intervals around the top of the frosted cake. Behind each can- dleholder place a striped soda _straw, and have the straws con- verge at the center. On top, fasten -with a short length of Scotch tape a big brightly col- ored satin 'bow. Cowboy Cake A brown 'frosting is best for this cake. Put a toy cowboy up- righa in the centre of the cake and build this fence around him at the edge of 'the cake: Split long colored gum drops and stick a toothpick in the end of each half. Insert them' criss-cross fa- shion around the cake. * -The children in your family who are becoming interested in cooking may enjoy the cookies described below which they can easily make for themselves. Pea- nut butter,- chocolate chips, and graham crackers, are the ingredi- ents, writes Eleanor Rickey Johnson in the' Christian Science Monitor. PEANUT BUTTER GRAHAM CRACKER COOKIES 3 tablespoons semi-sweet chocolate chips graham crackers 3 tablespoons crunchy peanut butter Spread each cracker with' about tablespoon peantit but- ter. Top each with about. 12 chips, Heat in 325° F. oven 2-3 Minutes, or until Chips are soft- ened. Spread quickly over creek- ers, Cool. Note: Do not make more than 6 cookies at a time. Other quick cookies that chil- dren in -the mood for cooking can make call for crushed corn chips and serni-sweet chocolate. These crunchier ere dropped -and then chilled. CORN CHIP-CHOCOLATE CRUNCHIES 1 6-ounce package of semi- sweet chocolate 1122 cups lightly crushed corn chips (measured after crushing) Melt chocolate over hot water in top of double boiler. Add crushed corn chips. Drop by spoonfuls on waxed paper. Chill. Makes 24 cookies, Mother may be called on to help a little with crumb maca- roons — depending, of course, on the age of the learning-to-cook- child. This is a recipe for a party — it makes 40 cookies, -* CRUMB MACAROONS 1 cup fine bread crumbs 1 cup sugar I4 teaspoon salt 1 cup chopped nuts 1 teaspoon, vanilla 2 eggs,, beaten Combine crumbs, sugar, salt, and nuts. Beat eggs and add vanilla. Add egg mixture to crumb mixture and mix well. Drop by teaspoonfuls on a well- greased baking sheet. Bake at 350° F. for 15 minutes, or until lightly browned. Remove from baking sheet to cooling rack at once. * With their cookies, your chil- dren may want to try making their, own drinks, Milk shakes flavored with fruit juices are favorites. To make these, com- bine in a covered jar for shaking (or beat with a Dover beater) 1 cup cold milk, ea to 1 tablespoon sugar, 1 tablespoon fruit juice, and a dash of salt. Choose for .Among Tibetans: I liked, the Tibetans enore inously. They are clnite differ- ent from the Chinese, with, whom, despite the close quarters in which they live, they have hardly anything in common. Against the haelcgrOund of bustling throng of small Chinese traders, all uniformly clad in dark blue so that no individual stands put, your eye cannot help being caught by these hand- some, gentle giants, caravan', men or nomads who have come in from the interior to sell their wool and buy tea with the pro- coeds, They move slowly through the crowd, dwarfing their massive, muscular frames lounging along with an easy athletic gait, In appearance they are not in the least like the Chinese. With their deeply tan- ned complexions, almond eyes, prominent cheekbones, and noses which are often aquiline, they ..might almost be Ameri- can Indians. The Tibetan women, tall, well-proportioned, and graceful, are in general not less impres- sive than the men. They have the same prominent cheekbones, the same almond eyes. . As 'for Tibetan children, they can only be described as adorable, espe- cially when they are very small. They wear, even in the coldest weather, either nothing at all or alternately a miniature sheep- skin sliuba which, bulging un- naturally round the miniature bipeds, makes them look like overgrown little chickens. — From "Tibetan Marches," by Andre Migot. these milk shakes grape, orange, raspberry, blackberry, pineapple, or cherry. Add ice cream to these, if 'you desire. Let the children try this banana milk shake; it serves 4. BANANA MILK SHAKE 4 ripe bananas 3 cups cold mirk 1 pint vanilla ice cream teaspoons vanilla Peel bananas, place in bowl and mash until smooth. Add the other ingredients; beat with rotary beater or shake until well mixed. Serve immediately. Or let them try this peanut butter milk shake. This serves 1. PEANUT BUTTER MILK SHAKE 1 tailespoon peanut butter s/s 3/2 eupavanilla ice cream Mix peanut butter with 3/4 cup. milk until'smooth; gradually add remaining milk, stirring to keep smooth. Pour into large jar with. lid; add ice cream; shake until ice cream is almost melted. ISSUE 23 — 1959 k A ICE TALKS 0.1 v. 4 It -eictze Andttews. •