HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1954-03-25, Page 3Windsor Castle Has Twenty -Three
Ghosts
Britain with her wealth of
ancient castles and centuries-old
country houses, has the reputa-
tion of being the most ghost-
infested country in the world.
Many are the books which have
been written concerning this
legion of earth -bound spirits;
many will be written yet. Mon-
astic buildings may crumble
with age, or a medieval ances-
tral mansion become a ram -
biers' hostel, but the phantoms
which haunt them linger still.
Bombs have not dislodged
them, nor the fire which gutted
many a historic home during
the years of war. If some new
structure rises from the ruins
of the old, it seldom deters a
spirit from continuing its ten-
ancy.
You may or may not believe
in ghosts, but sd far science has
never fully explained: them,
The majority of folk, espe-
cially at this time of year, pre-
fer to sit in an armchair by the
fire and read about ghosts that
Other people claim to have seen.
What must be the first at-
tempt at taking a census of Bri-
tish ghosts was organised by a
London daily newspaper a few
years ago. From several hundred
earefully documented stories a
rough cross-section of Britain's
ghost population was compiled.
This census showed that "ghost
density" was more or less even
throughout the country, but that
the country of Sussex was seem-
ingly the most ghost -ridden.
Among the interesting evi-
dence gathered was that 'about
20 per cent of all ghosts are
seen in daylight. and 30 per cent
by moonlight, five per cent ap-
pear (by earthly standards) to
be over 40 years of age, five per
cent are children, and two per
cent dogs`. The census further
showed that half of Britain's
ghost's disappear through walls
or into the ground, while the
other half just vanish in mid-
air.
Where do ghosts walk? As
one might expect, nearly all the
Royal residences in Britain are
credited with housing ghostly
tenants. Windsor Castle, as be-
fits its exalted status, heads the
]fst with the imposing total of
23 well -authenticated appari-
tions.
The phantom form of
George III still wanders restless-
ly throughout . its tapestried
apartments, muttering ceaseless-
ly the while. One member of
the household who encountered
the frightening spectre in the
library never entered the room
again.
Those who have seen the
phantom declare there is no
mistaking its resemblance to the
portraits of the monarch that
hang within the castle.
In the library. at Windsor the
ghost of Queen Elizabeth I has
been seen on many occasions,
Her visitations have been
vouched for by several Royal
residents at different times. The
late Empress Frederick of Ger-
many has left on record in her
"Memoir" experiences she had
while staying at the castle.
Not only did she record hav-
ing seen the phantom of the
Virgin Queen, but numerous
well-known Elizabethan cour-
tiers as well. The ghost of
Charles I has been reported as
having been seen on scores of
occasions during the past 200
years.
Much has been written of the
grim ghosts of Glamis Castle,
former home of the Queen
Mother, at Angus. There is the
famous White Lady, reputed to
be the spirit of a .former Lady
Glamis who was burned at the
stake in the 16th century on a
charge: of witchcraft. She flits
about the main avenue, and on
one occasion was seen by four
members of the household at
once.
The Blue Room at Glamis
would surely be a testing ground
for any who profess they do
not believe in the supernatural,
for in this room is seen the
bearded spectre.
Here is one account, vouched
for as absolutely authentic by
the late Lord Halifax in his pri-
vate "Ghost Book." The wife of
an archbishop, who was a fre-
quent guest at Glamis, was one
night staying at another Scot-
tish house. During the night she
had a terrifying and very vivid
dream.
In this dream elle entered the
Blue Room and saw, sitting by
the fire, a giant of a man with
a long white beard. His race
was that of a dead man.
That in itself is not a very
remarkable happenhfg, but it
is only half the story. That self-
same night a daughter of Lord
Castleton was occupying the
Blue Room. Suddenly she
awoke, and there, exactly as the
dreamer had dreamed, sat the
bearded spectre.
A former Bishop of Brechin,
the Right Rev. E. P. Forbes, was
a frtquent visitor to Glamis. He
had every reason to be a be-
liever in . ghosts, for es saw
many of the Glamis phantoms.
On one occasion he arrived at
the castle to find that the room
he usually occupied had been
earmarked for another guest,
and he was offered a room in
the older portion of the vast
building.
During the night' he was
awakened by the sound of dis-
mal wailing, coming from the
direction of the window. Great-
ly puzzled, he drew aside the
curtain — and found himself
face to face with a ghastly ap-
parition that was less than three
feet distant. Quickly he re-
placed the curtain, but to his
horror the phantom passed
clean through it into the room
and vanished through the wall
at the head of his . bed.
For over seventy years the
ghost of a nun in a russet gown
and lace -edge cap has been ap-
pearing from the monk's room
of the rectory at Southfleet,
Kent. In a statement to the
Press, the rector said that many
years ago a- bishop had tried to
lay the ghost, but she is still as
active as ever.
A "classic" among ghost
stories involving clergymen le
the amazing expea4ence that be-
fell the Rev. Dr. Jessop, and
which was published la the
"Athenaeum" of 1897. Return-
ing one evening from his duties
among his parishioners to . his
home at Mannington Hall, Nor-
folk, he found a stranger seated
beside the fire.
Then suddenly Jessop realised
that the figure was no human
being, but a spirit form bearing
a strong resemblance to Velas-
quez' 'Dead Knight," a port-
rait with which he was famil-
iar.
Far from retreating in ter-
ror, Dr. Jessop engaged the
phantom in conversation, and
found it to be a well-informed
ghost indeed. Suddenly the fig-
ure vanished, and has been no
more seen. This seems to be the
only instance on record of any
phantom that has been engaged
by a mortal in this kind of con-
versation.
Then there is the ghost of Ag-
nes de Rushbrooke, who was
thrown into the moat and
drowned by her irate husband.
Since that day her moaning
Old Porp Learns New Trick — When Flippy, star porpoise per-
former of the Marine Studios had a spell of poor health recently,
It was up to Trainer Adolf Frohn to devise a cure. He taught
Flippy to swim onto a specially made stretcher•hoist when it was
lowered into his tank and to lie quietly while being lifted out to
receive his penicillin shot, as seen above, Flippy even became
resigned to the sting of the hypodermic needle which had to
pierce the half-inch layer of blubber that Iles under his skin.
The sling and the medication worked and Flippy is back in shape
again.
Big Wheel — Seppl W!nterhaiter, an Austrian tourist in Rome, is
leaving the let propulsion age to others. He's content with his
grandfather's bike on which he traveled over 1000 miles from his
home in Innsbruck to Italy. In the background is the 2000 -year-
old Coliseum.
spirit being has haunted Rush-
brooke Hall, near Bury St. Ed-
munds,
Another famous phantom is
"The Brown Lady," said to be
the ghost of Dorothy, sister of
Sir Robert Walpole, who may
be seen rushing through that
magnificent mansion. Raynham
Hall. Legend has it that her ap-
pearance heralds the death of
some member of the family.
But Britain's ghosts walk not
only amid the mansions of the
great and ecclesiastical build-
ings. Old and historic theatres
seem to fascinate them also. The
Drury Lane phantom is perhaps
the best-known of all theatre
apparitions. He has haunted
London's most famous playhouse
for generations, and many are
the personalities of the stage
who have seen his ghostly form:
No one has the faintest idea as
to his identity, or what connec-
tion he may have had with the
stage.
He is essentially a day -time
ghost, for all the recorded ac-
counts of his appearance are
between 9. a.m. and 6 p.m. He
may materialise during a ma-
tinee performance or make his
appearance whilst the cleaners
are still at work. But no matter
who sees him, descriptions al-
ways tally.
He is of medium height,
dressed in a long grey riding -
cloak fashionable in the early
1700s, and wears a powdered
wig and a three -cornered hat
of the same period. A sword
swings at his side, and he wears
high riding -boots.
There is a belief at "The
Lane" that the appearance of
their own pet phantom before
or during a production spells a
successful run, for the figure
never manifests itself when a
failure is in the Dining.
In 1936 this earthbound phan-
tom stage fan was seen by 250
members of the cast of "The
Dancing Years." Here is one
phantom, anyway, whose ap-
pearance is always welcome!
Britons W i 1'ye
Never Even
Seen The Sea
You would hardly believe in
this age of swift transport and
communications, that there are
people living in Britain to -day
who have never seen the sea,
never ridden in a bus, never
visited a movie.
• But it's a fact! There are peo-
ple in Britain living in a world
of a hundred or more years ago.
And they seem to be quite hap-
py, thank your
It was revealed during recent
police investigations into the
farmer John Harries and his
wife, Phoebe, that in some 01 the
remote Welsh valleys live quiet,
pleasant folk whose customs and
way of life have not changed in
most ways for well over a cen-
tury.
Typical of these are a village
trio of elderly sisters, who have
never even visited then' nearest
country town and show no desire
to travel away from their lovely
Carmarthenshire valley.
None of them has ever seen e
talking film; they would be scar-
ed if asked to travel in a train.
Talk, as I have done, to some
of the coracle men who dwell
and work in Welsh villages,
which haven't changed much for
•countless years. These men,
looking like enormous tortoises,
still carry light boats on their
backs — boats of tarred calico
and hazlewoocl — as they go down
to the river for a day's fishing.
Their boats are of the same de-
sign as the coracles used when
the Romans stalked those misty
valleys.
Stunning Salmon!
Even the cosh -like lumps of
wood carried by the fishers are
no different from those carried
eenturies ago. Their use? For
stunning salmon:
There are other parts of Brite
sin where you can walk straight
into the past, Until recent years
there lived in a Shropshire ham-
let a little old lady who had never
ventured out of it in all her
eighty years. She had never
wanted to.
On her eighty-first birthday,
two younger members 01 her
family succeeded in persuading
her that there were some things
in the great outside world worth
seeing.
So, with some trepidation, she
consented to travel in a train
(she'd never been in one before)
to the seaside. And On a sunny
spring day they led her gently
down on to the beach at Bourne-
mouth where for the first time in
her life she saw the sea.
She gazed and gazed at it,
incredulously. Then, turning to
her grandson, she said: "It is a
lovely sight. But come on, my
boy, it's time we were starting
back 10r home again."
In another se a s i de town
passersby used to cast amused
glances at a small, middle-aged
woman who always went out
shopping dressed in clothes which
were already dated when Queen
Victoria came to the throne.
Her bonnet, her black lace dress
which touched the ground, and
her wasp waist were reminiscent
of seventeenth -century fashions.
This woman lived alone in a
house which belonged to her
family for 250 years. She never
spoke to neighbours and it was
known that she always had her
evening meal by the light of
flickering candles. Then one day
she was missing: And nobody
ever saw her after that, It was
generally assumed she had walk-
ed over a cliff into the sea, but
her body was never found. •
Even to -day there are hundreds
of men and women in Britain
who have never left their homes
for years. Their days and nights
sec spent alone in rooms whlola
are sometimes dust -buried Mu-
seums of the past.
At the height of the 1914-18
war, the spinster lady of the
manor in the Yorkshire village
of Sinnington shut the gates of
her mansion, pert a dusteloth over
her 1914 car and retired indoors.
After that hardly any of the
villagers ever saw her. The yew
trees grew to a great height
around the mansion. The win-
dows became choked with the
cobwebs of years. While the
nations warred or lived in restless
peace, she lived alone. Until 194$,
when she died and was buried
in the local graveyard.
Why she chose thus to live in
the past was never revealed, but
some villagers said her self-im-
posed solitude followed the sud-
den death of a man she had hoped
to marry.
A Northumberland man delib-
erately retired to a two -roomed
wooden hut in Bothal Wood be-
cause he "wanted to get away
from the modern world." For
fifteen years he eaw nobody,
never read a newspaper or lis-
tened to the radio.
"The old chap put the clock
back 200 years," remarked a po-
lice official after the recluse had
been found dead in his hut,
An Essex man named Mason
was jilted by a girl when he was
twenty. So he went to live alone
with his thoughts for fifty years.
The inventions of modern sci-
ence, the telephone, the gramo-
phone, the radio, left him indif-
ferent,
"He turned his back on the
modern world, dismissing it with
a contemptuous gesture," said a
man who once knew him. Before
he died, still alone, he nearly lost
the faculty of speech.
"LITTLE WILLIE"
Willie, merry es could be,
Put blasting caps In Granny's tea,
Then he quoth, In manner bright,
"Granny's gone 10 pieces—quite."
2 Million Homesick Chinese
Dream Of Day Of Vengeance
By FRED SPARKS
NEA Staff Correspondent
TAIPEI, Formosa — (NEA) —
Almost everyone you meet here
wants to go home. They have
_their minds focused on China, 90
sea miles away.
There are two million homesick
Chinese on Formosa, soldiers,
friends and followers of Genera-
lissimo Chiang Kai-shek.
Now, muscled by American aid,
the homesick hordes think, eat,
dream plan of the day they'll
evict Red Dictator Mao and his
Russian bankers and take up their
old life in Manchurian rice pad-
dies and Shanghai skyscrapers.
The music of Formosa is the
blues. A trip in and around Tai-
pei—the capital city where the
American mission's shiny station
wagons honk at ox-carts—shows
the fattest garrison in the Free
Orient plastered on top of a
sleepy, semi -tropical farmland.
* * *
Cement pillboxes circle Taipei,
for the Communists might still
try to snake -hip past the Seventh
Fleet (guarding this island) to
invade Formosa before Formosa
can invade Red China, Chinese
sentries, wearing white gloves
and varnished helmets, are on
constant alert.
The Nationalist troopers are in
magnificent physical shape—even
though they sing the blues—and
there's not a pot belly on the
600,000 of them.
The high command demands
endless exercise, with every man
a pole vaulter and pusher -upper.
Inter -unit competition keeps Tai-
pei stadium packed daily.
Four years ago, when Russian -
supplied -Chinese whipped Ameri-
can -supplied -Chinese, these two
million homesick fled across the
Straits of Formosa in history's
biggest Dunkirk.
* * *
The U.S. turned its back on
them and for a year, short of am-
mo, they stood alone, watching
for the Communist invasion junks
Else England watched from Dover
after France folded.
When the Korean War began,
the U.S. was again in the market
for Asiatic Allies, even defeated
ones, and the marriage of conven-
ience was renewed.
The big maproom at GHQ is
nervous with officers sipping
green tea and worrying about the
outcome of a raid against a Com-
munist mainland post. These hit-
and-run raids are regular feature
es to kill Communists, destroy in-
stallations and let the captive peo-
ple know their outside, homesick
friends are tapping on the prison
door — someday they'll break it
open.
A U.S. sergeant with a string
cf hashmarks on his sleeve like
a step -ladder tells me:
"I'm helping train these jokers
and I'll cltie you: They're good,
I don't know why they got slob.
bored before but I'd go anyplace
with them, even Shanghai."
The Japanese sat on Formosa
for 50 years and the particular
Chinese general I'm visiting
jungles with a brass band smash-
ing Oriental marches,
makes his offices in a barracks
that used- to house an Imperial
Nipponese Regiment. In his book-
case is a "History of West Point."
He says:
"We can greatly increase the
size of our army as we get the
supplies. There are plenty of
young Formosans and they make
good soldiers."
The countryside, a thing of
beauty with California style palm
trees and racks of American pigs
(sent her e . to increase the
swine population) is dotted with
posters urging farm boys, bare-
foot huskies, to join the reserves.
I'm told the average age of the
Chinese Army here is 28, which
socks the theory that this is a
"wheel -chair" army. The crack
First Cavalry Division, which
took Manila averaged 81 years
at the time of triumph.
There's a big to-do at the air-
strip as they greet Chinese sol-
diers evacuated from Burma's
These Burmese veterans will be
integrated and a blueprint is
ready to absorb Chinese POW's
who choose freedom at Panmun-
jom.
The allied diplomat I talked to
has been in the Orient long
enough to be labeled "Old China
Hand." He serves sweet-and-sour
pork and fried rice instead of
ham steak and french fries, and
says:
"Let's not kid ourselves. Gen-
eral Chiang's army, rid of the
weak -knees and grafters, is sur-
prisingly good today. They can
either fight or rot here — and
they want to go home."
* * *
Then he adds: "But they can
never do it alone, although the
mainlanders are certainly sympa-
thetic. At most they could dump
150,000 on the mainland beaches.
The Chinese Reds would send a
million and finis.
"But they're .a great invest-
ment for the U.S. if we want to
concentrate on air and sea pow-
er and let Asians fight Asians on
their own soil.
"How will they get home? They
know how: That's why they're
waiting and praying for the
Third World War."
New Manpower for Chinese Nationalist forces comes from the
ranks of Formosan farm boys like this one who answered call
Cali To Arms is sounded by recruiting posters like these which
dot countryside, urging Formosa youths to join up.