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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.
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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-
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wrinkle -. resistant` linen - like
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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.
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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.
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-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,
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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
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