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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1962-01-04, Page 5C 10 Current fighting in the Congo between United Nations and Katango soldiers evokes the image of other battles in other years. In the turbulent 16 years since the U.N,'s beginning, men from many nations have joined to preserve the peace ,-- often at the cost of their own blood. Below are three views of the U.N. in action: Korea, in which more than 50,000 Americans died; the Middle East, where U.N. guns backed up_ a truce; the Congo, where militant native and European factionist have upset the uneasy pease of emerging Africa, U.N0 US. troops blase away as U.N. forces In I.951 halt Communist aggression in L:eirea. koOpS from India man an Outpost to enforce ,cease•flre Wee* ,Arab' *id *intend ,ht the ,Gaze •htttio 19574 *reilish MOChine gun crew talceS tty Its position, lit :the ;embattled Congo, I When Grandpa Gave The Says a Shock Summer was the time to go out to Aunt. Mary's. It wasn't only that the maple grove at the side of the big farmhonee was an Ideal place for games and tree elirahe ing, Or that strawberries were ripe and all of us helped turn the freezer for lee cream made with thick cream, produced on the farm and strawberries fresh from Uncle Theo's big garden. It was also because there were three lively boy cousins who were fun to play with even if they did like to tease. And there was Cletiedpn too, Uncle Theo's father, a gen- tleman, whose white hair and long beard gave him a look of great dignity, but who had a keen sense of fun, We had been waiting for a nice alunday and when one came ,we were delighted to hear Papa say, "What about going out to Mary's today, Mamma?" Aunt Mary was perhaps Mam- ma's- favorite sister, and she an- swered quickly, "Oh, yes! It's such a nice clay, she may even be expecting us. And anyway, she's sure to have plenty on hand." While Mamma and. Cousin An- na made preparations for the trip I followed Papa down into the store, "I hear they've got something new out at Aunt Mary's," he said, busily filling a couple of large striped paper bags with licorice sticks and jaw- breakers the boys liked, choco- late drops especially for Aunt Mary, Italian creams, marshmal- low bananas, and cocoanut toast biscuits. "Not a pony?" I asked eagerly. "Well, not exactly. It's about as good as a pony, maybe, and doesn't eat as much," said. Papa laughing, "But wait and see. The boys will want to show you." I was so curious that the seven- mile trip, which always seemed long, was longer than ever this time, But even before we got to the farm I knew what the sur- prise was. For Cousin Harry had seen us far down the road and was coming to meet us — not running, as he usually did. He was riding a shiny new bicycle. And we were escorted up the driveway in style, boys and dogs rushing to greet us. I was the first one out of the surrey. "Can I ride?" I asked eagerly. "This is a boys' bike," Barry said quickly. "See that cross bar? Girls can't ride that kind of a bike. Skirts get in the way." Papa had put it conservatively when he said it was something I had been talking about, With all my heart I yearned to get on a bicycle, and I had expressed my wishes freely. My best friend, Anna Thompson, had had sever- el rides on her brother's new bi- pycle. If Anna could manage that bar, I knew I could too, But it didn't seem I was going to have that longed-for chance today. After each boy had dem- onstrated his skill, the bicycle was put away in the buggy shed, writes Alta Halverson Seymour in the Christian Science Monitor. Aunt Mary called for help in the strawberry patch if we were to have ice cream, which seemed a signal fox all thildren to scat- tee for games. But I wandered back to the buggy shed for an- other look at that beautiful, de- sirable, shiny new bike. In a Moment or two -Grandpa AIMED AT SPACE — A fechnielan thelkee 6illuatinents. .an -a .nevi bottery-pow.eiecl 4 /plasma" e llen ire prier lo tpti.c6 .chamber ,tests: The engine, tlesignecl for :inter-., ploiletaty spaceship and satel- lite use, is ;sold to be capable Of ruhilin,g fat years through solar cell. redicirging. ;gets lift thrust iron', !the high,vgadity ejection 14 ,01asi*Iti is) through the nozzle in the • >certtE r, its b'u,.lder says .It Is the Only eletti'leatipateengitle-abli fa operate WOW' as if Will When it flies 14 Väte, - -entearece,e, Plenty. Of cavities And More, .Corn.his The '04 nation'.s teeth are in bad way, and .spttios worso, Americans have ffA horrenciot4 OW of some 709 fnlliipn 0v4.* ties, which werltS out to tour and a bait cavities per person. --among the people who have teeth, 'And .2.$ million Other Americans .are. .completely tooth!. .less.. These statistics were released this month by the drug .1400 try's 'Health, information. 'Foun- dation, which is worried about the trend in teeth. The tountip tion finds that Americene galas only lip service to the slogan; "See your dentist twice a year". Although 88 per cent of the peo- ple interviewed said it was .0« ,gold idea, only about 40 ,1111 follow through.. To correct. these condition, Oeorge Bugbee, president of the foundation, recommends more fluoridation of City water suppl- ies, and a national drive to put teeth into his campaign for teeth. might have INSURANCE PROBLEM? — William Vargo, 30, trouble buying life insurance if hi were a civilian As Air Force staff sergeant his jole is to parachute from , a plane, land in the ocean, then swim. to recover space .copsuies which have dropped from, the sky, He is one of three such "poradiversid in the Air Force, TANK SAVER The big steel boom on this 55-ton armored ve- hicle could be o tank's best friend. It is designed to lift the heaviest crippled tank with ease. bone the "privet:4, collector" end the '"painting-napning" theories. French pollee in Nice recently arrested Giovanni Pilisi„ 50, an elegant i.talian given to splashy living, and charged him with masterminding the first two robs berles in the present Alviera series: One at the Villefranche villa of gallery director Armand Drouant (sixteen modern •paint- ings valued at $40,000), the other at the -museum in Menton (seven canvases, including aVlaminck, a Picasso, and a MCxligliaol), Pilisi, alias "Plerrot 1e rokl,, Was. fingered when his gang tried to "surface" part of their loot at AA art gallery in Genoa, where It was instantly recognized by the prospective buyer. • Police .drew two significant conclusions: (1) By trying to wit on .the open market paintings that are so thoroughly catalogued, the crooks showed that they 'knew little about art and (2) the Pilisi gang had made no effort to extort ransoms for either the Drouant pictures, which were Insured, or the Menton ones, . -Which were not. • These two thefts, the French Surete reasons set off a chain reaction in the underworld; Other gangs followed Piliens lead In more spectacular forays on the Con:melee d'Or Hotel collec- tion in St, Paul de Vence, the Pavilion Vendome in Aix-en- Provence,. and the Annonciede Museum in St. Tropes, where 57 painting were loaded into a van and carted away one black night last month. • According to the Surete the thieves who had. such an easy time • .getting . their loot probably had no idea how diffi- cult it would be to get riel of it. If true, this would he worst new'' of .411. Unable to sell the stolen art, and fearful of being caught along the raneorn route. the Riviera crooks would • pres- umably take the next logical step of destroying the evidence —much of which, like Cezanne's "Card Players," is literally price- less. - This dismal thought lias cer- tainly occurred to the shocked directors of England's supposed- ly National Gal- lery. As one senior police officer in London put it last week, the Goya thief "might be a crank, someone playing a joke, someone who doesn't like the Duke of 'Wellington . But by now it is possible that the Goya is worthless." -From. NEWSWEEK in the U,S., who would pay thou, sands" for a haul worth infin- itely more at today's inflated art prices, Most art experts believed, though, that the underworld has simply hit on the new dodge of "paint-napping"—holding paint- ings for a stiff ransom to be paid either by insurance companies or by the collectors themselves. Pittsburgh's G. David Thompson, in fact, has offered $100;000 for the return of his pictures, and no questions asked, A 1 tn o u ryah Lloyd's and other leading art insurers flatly refuse to discuss the question, it is well known that insurance firms would pre- fer to pay a ransom to the thief rather than make good the full amount of 'the loss—and often have done so. Recent developments in France tend to cast doubt on at all surprised," said Sir Ken- neth, "if the painting isn't al- ready out of the country on its way to one of those very, very private collectors in the U.S."' (Or in Japan, Sweden, the So- viet Union, Brazil, Germany, or Switzerland, to be less provie- cial.) The rash of recent art rob- beries has led others to the "very private collector" theory. Was it possible that the $6 mil- lion worth of paintings stolen from French Riviera museums and villas this year, and the $400,000 worth of modern mas- ters looted from the Pittsburgh home of. collector G. David Thompson last July 28 were now salted away in secret cellars for the delectation of demented art lovers? "After all," said BBC art critic David Sylvester, "there are plenty of eccentrics, not only Chain Reaction In Art Thefts The guard was on his way downstairs to brew a nice pot, of tea, Grossing the main vestibule in London's National gallery, he. Passed, at precisely eight utes past 10 p.m., a red-tapestr,v- draped screen between the two central pillars of the hallo-the place of honor reserved for" the gallery's recently acquired Goya portrait of the Duke of Welling- ton, The pillars were still there, and so was the screen. The Duke was gone, Of all the incredible aspects to the theft last month of this famous painting, perhaps the most astonishing was that it went unreported for eleven hours more. The guard and his four fellow watchmen, whose nightly patrols take them past every painting in the gallery once every twenty minutes (the Goya had been in place at 9;53 p.m.), assumed that the 20- by 20-inch painting had been re- moved by a gallery official to be photographed. It was not un- til• the next morning that the alarm went out to Scotland. Yard, Interpol, the FBI, and police and customs offices throughout the world, reporting the most spec. tacular art robbery since an Italian worlcman lifted the Mona „Lisa from the Louvre-50 years before to the day, How had it hapened? The Goya, bought at auction two months ago by' American collec- tor Charles B. Wrightsrnan, who relinquished it for the price he had paid ($392,000) when Parlia- ment protested its loss to the U.S,, was note piece of canvas that. could easily have been roll- ed up; it was painted on a wood- en panel whose condition was so delicate that National Gallery director Sir Philip Hendy ap- pealed to the thief to protect it from "moisture and strong light." The best theory so far was advanced by Sir Kenneth Clark, former director of the gallery and prominent art critic, who said: "I am sure the painting was snatched on the dot of 10 p.m. when the alarm system (a complex infra-red, `magic eye') goes off for five minutes to al- low security guards to change shifts." Clark thinks the thief then hid in one of the museum's unused cellars until Morning, and slipped out with the paint- ing in a satchel. "I wouldn't be Irle came ambling out, "Pretty nice wheel, isn't it?" he said, "" I aind of like a whack at it Myself " "You would!" I mistimed, It bad never occurred to ine that a venerable gentleman like amide pe 'Frio would have such a wish. but his eyes were sparkling. "Sure would. Wouldn't you? And come to think of it „I don't see why we shouldn't. Do you suppose one of the boys ever ask- d me to have a ride? Never even thought of it, any more than they thought of helping you ride — the young rascals," be added affec- tionately. .For the three boys were the delight of his life. Something was always brew ing when Grandpa Inc wrinkled up his forehead the way he was doing now. and I almost held my breath as I waited. Soon he gave a little chuckle, "I think we'll surprise those young squirts, you and I," he said, and winked at me. "I heard Harry say some- -thing about those skirts of yours getting in the way, but doesn't look to me as if they're long enough to make much trouble. Here, hold the bike, and you- get on this box and climb on the seat, Then you work those ped- als, and I'll hold you up." In another moment I „was on the bicycle, earnestly-working the pedals and wavering uncertainly up and down the little path back of the buggy, shed, while Grandpa Irle did his best to keep me steady. As I gained confidence, he let me ride a little way by myself; then a little farther. "You're doing fine," he encour- aged me. "Now let me show you." In another moment he had me off the bicycle, and was on it him- self, "Look here!" he said, and took his hands right off the handlebars. "Can't do that for long at a time yet, Used to do it without any trouble. Do it again with a little practice," "You knew how to ride all the time!" I exclaimed. "Sure I did. And I've been riding the thing around a little at night just to get the feel of it again. Now you hop on, and we'll show those fellers a thing or two. We'll go right clown the driveway," Mamma and Cousin Anna, were in the strawberry patch as I wob- bled proudly by, and I heard Mamma call anxiously, "Alta, be careful!" Then I was in sight of the front lawn and my cousins, and though I did my best to sit straight and balance carefully and work the pedals evenly, it was more than I could manage. In spite of Grandpa Irle's low- toned directions and enceurage- ment, I leaned a little too far to one side, and down we went, the bicycle and I, in a heap. It was an inglorious moment, with Mama rushing to see if I was all right, and the boys, rush- ing to see if any harm had been done to the bicycle Fortunately, we were both all right, with noth- ing harmed but my pride. It was Grandpa Irle who saved the situation. He righted the Isle cycle, mounted it and rode brisk- ly off down the driveway, whist- ling, his thick white hair ruffled, his beard flying in the breeze. , In the excited astonishment, everybody forgot about me. "Grandpa! Grandpa!" .sheuted the boys, running after him ."We never ,knew you could do this. Why didn't you do ,it before? Why didn't y,ou tell us?" He turned and wheeled back and then jumped nimbly off. If0h, I used to be quite a rider," he said carelessly. "Used to ride one of those wheels with the great. big one in front and the small one behind. No trick at all to tide a bicycle like this." And he added with A grin, "Been waiting :for you y.ciung rascals to ask me to ride, ()tight to let as tinny people as poasible get en- joyment out of :it:" He glanced at me standing there being dusted off by Mam- ma, and so did the boye. •Cousin .Ray, the eldest, cleared his throat. "You were doing pretty well, Al- ta, Maybe it I'd 'hold -the bike 'and let you try , a few- more times_ "t "Good idea:" said Grandpa Irle approvingly, as if Rey had thought of it ell aby *She'll learn all '.right, easy -enough, if she :has a thence." "What about the •steawberriet?" -called Aunt Mary fret ;the porch. "And who wants to turn the Ireezerl You.. Bay?" "Ray's got another job," shout- ed Grandpa We, "I'll -turn the freezer if I can lick the dasher when the Ice cream's done"' He turned and winked at hie, and as `he .ambled .oft I was almost sure I heard :him say under his breath, "Ghee in a- While you've got to thOW those young i.gcls a thing or Iwo," , Q. What thiriiiit kfjlOdssitni on 4, an . .airplane? A. No tipping of airplene Pere sonnel permitted., k *lien yeti debark,• t h h, a eiriceri "thank Yoif to the SteivateleaS ti Very flied gesture on yeier jaarn and thetes idoa4neectiAg,