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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1962-05-31, Page 6ROYAL NUPTIALS.— Don Juan Carlos of Spain and Princess. Sophie of Greece were married in Athens, Greece mo• .r:/-4,-/terarafaalaSed HRONICLE 1NGERFARM gwendolin,e, P. Claztke . LOOK,ALiKES',... Two ladies in the British spotlight show p. iStrIking risen-blatitt to tiook of Rita TUshieigtiditi, new --Ore Oat', pokes against:6 ttsie nisar Lohdpn with tetiout incpressloii Pethoiss r1Oliti who leciii• Oiltde Crdiflitide Fkftiel„ hie LOntlaii MISSING PERSONS BUREAU 4 10' tMASHEt. HOUSE—Firemen' look at the ruin's • tiouse.lei Pittsburgh,. that was sliced in 'half and Set afire *hen §litiek by a Michigan Air G uard F 84 Lei: Thd pilot safely bailed out after the plane developed 'ehj,itti toetilti4 ih foe 'OA OafiCy landing. TWo worriers in the house were injured, a*, Table Tennis As E,cperts Platy it Piaa'ing table tennis against Dick Miles is like hitting against Warren $.pahn. Others, May de- liVer the ball .taster, but few are SO accurate, deceptive, and ex- perieneed, Bending low Over the table, 5afoot-4, . 128-pound Miles blows on his raeket, then " serves easily, On attack, he stays Close to the table, maneuvering his Opponent to one aide, setting him up for the big slam or a chop shot that bounces crazily back toward Miles, On defense, the veteran, always poised, dances back as far as 10 feet from the table, tirelessly return- ing white blurs hit at him at speeds of up to 110 miles an hour, then darts in boldly to pin- point a slicing shot that spins off the table and wins an ex- hausting six-minute rally. "Those people who push the ball back and forth across tables in their basements don't have any idea what table tennis really is," said Miles, 36, recently after winning an unprecedented tenth U,S, singles championship in New York, Americans don't understand this is a grueling, nerve-racking game, Table ten- nis may be fun for the amateurs, but for me it's a fight with hor- rible instruments," The only man in America who makes his living solely from playing table tennis, Mires, a slim, slick New Yorker, adjusts to the horrors. "The money isn't great (his best year: $15,000, mostly from exhibiticns and en- dorsements), but the life is," said the dark-haired bachelor, "I'm a non-worker." Miles travels 40,000 miles a year on USO tours of military bases, vacations in the Bahamas, drives a white Caravelle, and buys his suits and sneakers in Hong Kong, In the nationals recently, Miles was at his best. Normally a defensive player, he outdid himself offensively — winning eighteen of twenty games. "Dick played perfect table tennis," said Marty Reisman, two-time U,S. champion who lost to Miles in the semifinals. "He had great control, excellent temperament, and superb defense." Of the 15 million people who play table tennis in the U,S., only a paddleful play seriously —or correctly. In Europe and Asia, millions understand and appreciate the game. When they held the world championships in Red China last year, the Chinese built a stadium to hold 15,000 people, then filled it every day of the tournament. "They take their table tennis very serious- ly," Miles said. Miles himself takes the game less seriously today than he did when he finished third in the 1959 world singles champion- ships, the best ever by an Ameri- can. "Don't get me wrong, I still like it." he said "I enjoy the competition—before it starts- and after it's over." — from NEWS- WEEK MADE-OVER TALE In this year's version of an oft-told tale, according to Ben- net Cerf, it's Brigitte Bardot who stepped out of a shower in her Paris Ritz suite and found a window washer gazing ra.otur- ously at her from his perch out- side the bathroom, Miss Bardot was reportedly too stunned even to reach for her traditional towel; she just stared and stared, Finally, the window washer broke the impasse by hollering, In colloquial French, "Whatsa- matter, lady? Ain't you never seen a window washer before?" ISSUE 22 - 1962 already. Sonic are arranging to finance scholarships of various kinds — for science, music,. medicine, literature and so on. Others are making a point of having local histories written and published — which I think is a grand idea, Too much his- tory ras already been lost, and so many lovely old buildings have been demolished to make way for modern industry and super-highways. We should at least have pictures and records to show these places at one time did actually exist. The next night our doctor came in for a social visit and stayed until nearly one o'clock, arguing with Partner about poli- tics and world affairs, He was born in Central Europe and had ma n y unpleasant experiences during World War II, including going home one time after an absence of eighteen months to find his father had been taken away' and killed by the Com- munists. As regards Canadian politicis he contends that none of the political parties in Canada have a man to head the party who can really qualify as a true leader. Then we got on to social- ized medicine to which he is, naturally opposed, not only for the sake of the doctors but for the patients themselves. But he does think that medical benefits a n d hospitalization generally could do with an overhauling. That some patients are in hospi- tal who shouldn't be there, tak- ing up beds that are urgently needed by more serious cases still on the waiting list. With that I agree because I know of several such instances. It is often less trouble .for the family to have thoSe with chronic com- plaints in hospital than to look after them at home, And I can't see that socialized medicine is likely to help that situation at all, Well, in lighter vein, 'you often hear the expression — "What you give you get in return." It generally refers to some form of retribution as the result Of a mean or-unkind act, But you know it can be just the opposite. For instance Saturday I was do- ing some last minute shopping, which. I generally try to avoid. At the grocery store there was the usual line-up at the cash registers, At my desk 'I was second in line. Presently I turn-, ed around and there was a lady with just three items in her hands. Well, you know how ir- ritating it is to buy just a few things and then have to wait while customers ahead cash in with a whole cart-load of gro- cerries, So I said to this lady — "You go ahead of me-- you have so little." At first she pro- tested but 'in the end she accept- ed my offer. Then after she had cashed in she turned to me and offered me her stamps, Then it was my turn to protest but She said — "No, you take them, r have no use for them." (I pre- sume she was not a regular ow- tomer at that store.) So yott see what / mean — I gained a few stamps. by being just a little bit considerate of another per- son. And I rather fancy we both felt 'glad things happened the way they did. It's the sort of thing that gives one a nice coin fortable feeling. How to tell when' they're that: tied: *lien, the took* at the dresses 1n, the window and IlOtki at the 'Ake on the *Mk., Honeymoon, ;Mixed With: Murder The beautiful, rayen.hatred Madame Oiraudin had married again, With he new husband went a social uplift, for he.was Mr. Vere Goold, of a noble Irish family. After the wedding they honey- mooned in Monte Carlo — and lost heavily at the tables. They were forced to borrow from a rich Danish widow, Mrs. Levin, whom they had met at the ca- sino, When the Danish woman de- cided to leave Monte Carlo, she sent a note to the Goolds, re- questing the return of the money. Mrs. Goold was proud of her new position, and did not want to lose face with the interna- tional set. She worked out a plan, The widow always carried a good deal of money and decked herself with diamonds, She would come to the apartment to collect the loan before leaving the Riviera. Mrs, Goold decided that the Danish woman would not leave alive. The temptingly rich Mrs. Levin, carrying a parasol, left her expensive'Hotel Bristol suite to collect the debt they could not PS repay. And Estelle, the young Gi- raudin 'niece they had invited to live with them, had gone to visit friends. Mrs, Goold received the Dan- ish widow smilingly, and rapid- ly appraised the diamonds she wore. Her husband found it hard to smile. He had been into the town to buy, among other ;things, a hammer, a carving. knife .and a pair of saws. "Come drink this brandy,' darling,' she had urged, handing him a tumbler. "It will give you the courage." Trembling, he had drained it, and felt better. Now she was saying: "Cheri, please go and get what you have to give Madame Levin!" He 'went into the next room, and re-emerged with the ham- ' men Mrs. Levin was chatting casually with his wife. He dared not hesitate a second, As he struck at the woman ,she gave a stifled scream. His wife sprang forward to make sure she could not reach the win- dow. The frantic, deadly blows sil- enced Mrs. Levin, She slumped in a heap, staining• the floor with her blood. Mrs. Goold poured more bran- dy for them both, Then they got busy, with not a moment to lose before Estelle's return, When Estelle got back, her aunt had,a plausible story ready to explain the stains on the car- pet, Her poor uncle had sudden- ly been taken ill with a serious haemorrhage.' They must leave her and go at once to Marseilles to consult a specialist. Their tru ready. d3.nk. was packed and locked, Mrs. Goold had a story, too, for the concierge, who might have seen Mrs. Levin arrive. "What do you think? This friend came here asking for money. At such a time! I was terribly upset, and she left in a fit of temper by ,the side' door." The guilty pair caught a train that same evening — August 6th, 1907. They deposited the trunk in the luggage room at Marseilles and told the clerk that they would be taking it on to Lyons the following day. They put up at the Hotel du Louvre. Mrs. Levin had told the,man- ager ,of her hotel that, she was leaving, but she had not taken her luggage. That was the Goolds' first mistake, writes. Trevor Allen in "Tit-Bits", And why should the pair want to take a heavy trunk with them, merely to consult a specialist at. Marseilles? . They did not know that the. Danish woman had told a friend Goolds. tidsshe was calling on the She had told a Mme, Castel- lazzi„ who made a point of calling at the Hotel Bristol that evening, and when Mrs, Levin had not re- turned by midnight, went to the police' and demanded that they make inquiries, A startled Estelle received the Officers in her nightgown and explained Why her uncle and aunt had gone to Marseilles. The policemen nodded and be- gan looking over the apartment * casually et first, then more thoroughly after noticing the hastily cleaned-tip bloodstains on the carpet Pushed out of sight in drawers, a `cupboard and Odd corners, they found the stained hammer, knife and saws wrapped iii newspapers and blood-soaked, eloths. They, •also' foundparasol` *hich Mine. Castellazii instantly' identified as' MrS. LeViri's, arid' the Danish atVeniian'S note saying she would cot, The luggage Clerk' iii,Marteilles naked blood oozing, from one faulty corner` of the large inn& WHAT'S rdLia, LINE?—Seeing 'Mrs Morian Davis of Manis- tee, when she's not in her work clothes you'd never know she's a truck driver. She's five- feet-three, and a grandmother, but still wheels a multi-ton truck precisely under the scoop of a digging crane, She has done the work since 1949 when she started helping her husband who was in a subcon- tracting business, stayed with a big road building company. Her pet idea: when she retires to take her grandchildren on a tour of the roads grandma helped build, They include the Ohio turnpike, Grand Rapids- to-Detroit freeway and the De- troit-to-Chicago freeway. As soon as he could, he went along to the Hotel du Louvre to report the matter. "Oh," said Mr. Goold affably, "that trunk has poultry in it," and tipped him for his trouble. 'But the clerk decided to tell the police. They told him the trunk was not to be removed,' The clerk then went back to the hotel to inform Mr, Goold of the decision, and found him and his wife ready to resume their journey. Goold did not ap- pear to be greatly concerned about the trunk. Whatever was decided about it, he said airily, he and his wife intended catch- ing their train. They took a cab to the station — and there they found police officers guarding the trunk. Goold was 'still, seemingly unper- turbed, but his wife turned pale. In the trunk police had found the dismembered limbs' of the. Goolds' victim, Mrs. Goold was wearing some of the 'widow's jewellery. Arrested, Goold said that the Danish woman had quarrelled with a jealous lover while visit- ing their apartment, and had been stabbed; He and his wife, fearing that they would be accused of mur- der, had panicked and disposed of the body. But, when he heard that his "wife had told quite a different story, he confessed, He, said that he alone was guilty of the mur- der, . The trial, however, left no doubt that the woman was the instigator of the crime. She was condemned to beguillotinecl, He was given a life sentence, A reprieve enabled Mrs. Goold to join her husband in the penal colony, and there they died -7 she of fever, he committing sui- cide soon afterwards. You Can. Help Nab. Hit-And-Run Drivers By Patrol .Sgt, Don Saunders as told to OM, TgNNANT As the MAW in charge of the bit-and-run squad of Metropoli- tan Toronto Police, I have the kind of job where you never know what's going to happen next. Just the sane, I can corifi- dentiy make one prediction; dur- ing the next 30 days, at least 200 motorists within our jurisdiction will become hit-and-run drivers, It doesn't make any difference whether an accident is big or small; whether only a fender was creased or a pedestrian killed; whether the -fleeing driver is to blame for it or not; whether he hit or got hit; or whether he stepped on the gas a moment after the crash or got out and lingered a while at the scene — any driver who leaves without identifying himself or offering assistance to the injured is com- mitting an offense under the Canadian Criminal' Code, and the police must try to catch him, If you're surprised to hear of any city averaging 200 or more hit-and-run cases a month yotere probably going by what you see in the newspapers and hear on the air. Quite naturally, only the really spectacular cases ever get much publicity. Car for car, Tor- onto is: probably no worse than most Canadian cities and towns, and better than' some, in its rate of hit-and-run eases, Conserva- tive estimates for ail! Canada ran to 13,000 cases last year with one out of every seven hit-and-run accidents involving bodily injury. When it has reached those pro- portions, hit-and-run is obvious- ly a crime that no police force; however efficient, can hope to control without considerable help from citizens at large. Most people when they stop to, think about it, realize that, hit- and-run—more than armed rob- bery or murder—is 'a crime .in which we are all potential vic- tims and may become actual vic- tims at almost any time, by the sheerest chance. It's easy to visualize your own parked car being smashed by a hit-and-run driver. It isn't hard to imagine somebody in your family as a hit-and-run victim left lying on the street, perhaps dying for want of diedical attention or in danger of getting struck a second time. We don't have to spell out such possibilities when we ques- tion bystanders and ask for their help. But we often wish that more people at the scene had known before the accident what they could do to increase our chances of catching the 'wanted driyer and presenting a full case in court. "Whodunit" writers al w a y s make a big point of the fact that the tiniest and most supposedly trivial scrap of information or evidence can be enormously im- portant in police work. But it's true, and both police and public would benefit if everybody real- ized how true it can be in hit- and-run cases. ' The fact that the driver was a young-looking man, for instance, can be. enormously ,useful to us as we piece together, the details of a case. Suppose we are given . that fact and then, from another witness, we get a license number. We may find that the registered owner is A- middle-aged man, We'll knock at the owner's door, and when a middle-aged man answers,' We may ask, "Is your son home, please?" Nobody 'of course has told us the man has a son, much less a son who was driving the suspect car at the time of the accident. But if we've guessed wrong, nobody is hurt. On the other hand, if our hunch is right, the son will figure.' we know a lot more than we really do, He may agree at once to come to the station and make a state- ment. Naturally, the first thing we hope to get from witnesses at a hit-and-run scene is a description of the hit-and-run car—the li- cense number, the make, the model, the color. But if you're ever at Well an accident, you'll notice that the police .are also anxious to know whether the par had any distinguishing markings ,(such as a broken. Mildew) or equipment or ornaments (such a (oxtail on the radio antenna). We want to know Whether any. body got even •a glimp-e of the driver, whether be was alone, in what mannei he was driving,. whether he switched off his lights (somebody,' farther along thestreet might remember seeing A car go by with its lights,_ olio) and even the direction the, driver was headed, Some witnesses would he a lot More help to us iE tlrey would! write down what they see' — especially license numbers, which are harder to remember than you! think, If mere ever a. witness and you don't have• a pencil. or paper whet) you' see' the, Vicense, concentrate on the first three digits and scratch all the num- bers you. see, into, the' dirt at the roadside, or write theirs with your finger in the dust on: the side of a car or building and guard them until you do get a pencil, One very prominent citia zen was dismayed, one night a couple of years ago, to find the police knocking on his door with- in an hour after he had commit- ted a hit-and-run. It was no feat of magic on our part: an alert witness had accurately recorded the man's. license number as he was fleeing from the scene. (An- other motorist, however, gave us the best license identification we ever expect to get in a hit-and- run, case: his license plate fell off right at the scene!) On the other hand a woman once swore that a certain. hit- and-run car had a license begin- Ming 153-4. Two of our men spent hours copying down the names. and' addresses of car owners whose licenses began with these numbers—taken in any order, in case the woman had' the order confused, Since we knew the make of the car, our men were able to eliminate• a lot of names, but even at that, they came back with about. 20'0 names and ad- dresses, We had to check out every one. It was an enormous job, but this case was a fatality,. and we were determined to solve it. We checked every name — and got nowhere. Later, the driver turned himself in. His li- eel:lee:didn't contain even one of • •the numbers the woman gave us. • •,;Evert'so, we would rather have false leads like that than no leads at all, Except for hit-andrtin drivers and 'their companions, people seldom give us false in- formation on purpose, and it's a matter of professional thorough- ness with us to check out every tip, Metro Toronto police aren't unique in this way, No matter where you live, you can be sure. that any information you give your police force about a hit-and- run accident will be followed up exhaustiVely: Just as seemingly trivial recol- lections of witnesses can be im- portant, so can tiny scraps of physical evidence. It's incredible what scientists can deduce in the lab .frOrn• bits of glaSs, paint, metal and mud—the commonest pieces of physical' evidence in hit-and-run cases. It therefore behooves you, as a witness or bystander, to leave such evidence undisturbed. (Continued Next Week) SAU.Y'S SALVES "Do you think a light burning In the window would heln?" It pays to have a bird feeding station, This past week besides the usual run of sparrows, rob- ins, and starlings we have seen an oriole, a downy woodpecker, flickers, brown thrashers and dozens of red-winged blackbirds — and a budgie bird! At first I thought the latter was a blue bird. Then I remembered a neighbour had put her budgies out for an airing and somehow or other the cage door came open and away went the budgies. Our neighbour hopefully set the cage on a table but so far the budgies have shown no incline- ' tion to forego their new found freedom, Who can blame them . . . but how long can they sur- vive, find their own feed and escape' prowling cats who look upon birds as legitimate prey? Fortunately our Ditto does not bother much about hunting birds but she will. crouch motionless for ever so long out in the field watching for mice. Well, I expect green thumb experts haVe been busy in the garden just lately. We are not experts but we have been' busy. In fact Partner was up at Bob's for two days putting in shrubs for them as he and Joy decided to do a little landscape garden- ing at the front of their house. While Partner was away the grass and dandelions at home really took a jump and I also had a new shrub for him to plant when he got home: It is a viburn- um. I saw one in a friend's garden; she told me it had beau- tiful white blossom heads and a perfume that spread all over the district. That was enough for me — I love flowers that smell sweet as well as look nice. One way and another it was a busy week. One day I was at a Press Club. luncheon to hear Vida Peane tell• about the plans, that are being made by the Cen- tennial' Committee for celebrat- ing Canada's Centennial in 1987. Apparently it is something to which every organization should be giving some thought — in fact many have made tentative plans