HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1961-12-07, Page 7Chane From Pets
To Crdl•1'1e4."0-fitters
The night shift bad just start-
ed. Men were hurrying in and
out of the dark cavern of the
process sheds, up and down the
staging of tall cooling towers.
But the dog, who knew the
factory and all its staff well,
seemed uneasy. Something dark
moved on a high platform, level
with the top of a huge still fu11
of boiling chemicals,
Without waiting for a word
of command, the dog was off,
slithering up the wet stairways.
"Stay!" yelled the handler,
doubting his dog for the first
time ever.
A dark figure stepped off the
narrow ledge to a still narrower
metal rim that ran round the
glass still, clinging as best he
Could. The dog followed, cau-
tiously now,
Every roan on the ground
looked up, held his breath. Why
had the guard dog taken a sud-
den dislike to Old George?
The man moved an arm and
the dog inched nearer, caught
the loose cuff in his mouth and
held on to it. .
After a nightmare minute or
two when it seemed that man
and dog must plunge to certain
death from their slimy perch,
both whre brought down to
safety,
It was only when a torch was
shone on the man's face that
the rescuers realized it was not
Old George, but a notorious local
lead -thief who had got into the
works, after having heard that
Old George would not be at
work that night.
Such incidents are becoming
increasingly common as, all over
Britain, guard dogs are patrol-
ling more factories, warehouses,
and military depots every clay.
Each in the care of a trained
and •experienced handler, the
dogs are helping watchmen and
security officers faced with the
tough and dangerous job of pro,
lecting property against thieves
and hooligans,
Mr, Peter Olohan, of Widnes,
Lancashire, is an experienced
dog:handler, a seasoned securi-
ty officer and a man of ideas.
He sees a big future for the four -
footed detective, He knows that
dogs are powerful deterrents to
criminals.
- Once it is made known that
guard dogs patrol the premises,
petty crimes of al] kinds drop
sharply,
The dogs used for this type
of work are mostly pedigree
Alastians and a few Dobermann
Pinschers.
But breeding isn't everything.
It is only one dog in many that
proves suitable for training in
guard duties.
Duchess, a bitch Alsatian own-
ed by Mr. Olohan, is in every
way a lovable pet,
But at night it becomes e
vigilant hunter, relentlessly
searching out wrongdoers with-
in the territory it has been
given to guard. Only one man
can control it — its handler.
The training of a guard dog
does not involve brutality or.
starvation to spur it to extra
ferocity.
A -properly trained guard dog
is a highly disciplined animal,
acting only on the word of com-
mand of its regular handler.
It costs about $6 a week to
feed one of these clogs.
Once trained, the average dog
requires three or four, weeks to
become used to a new site. Once
it knows its way around and is
familiar with any regular em-
ployees who may be on night
shift, it can be let. loose safely.
It can gain access quickly to
places beyond the reach of most
men. With its unrivalled sense
of smell it can scent out the
sweat of fear given off by a
guilty man. This smell, which
comes from adrenalin entering
the bloodstream, can be detected
only by an --animal nose,
HIGHROAD TO ADVENTURE — Taking a "roudabout" way to the swimming pool, these De-
troit boys pass over a group of'men working an the city's expressway expansion program.
The boys are cm a spiral ramp which leads to a pedestrian overpass on one of the major
highways,
A well-trained guard dog —
like Mr. Olohan's Duchess —
has been known to catch a thief
who, under cover of darkness,
mingled with a crowd of regular
employees disguised as one of
them.
Ill-behaved children often
make nuisances of themselves at.
road works and building sites.
At weekends a group may come
to loot and plunder building
materials or to throw a brick
into a piece of machinery.
Costly plant at the mercy of
mischievous children can be
ruined overnight and properly
trained dogs can be relied upon
to chase off these youngsters,
and will always stop just short
of touching them. 1
Some of the tougher kids seem
to enjoy being chased by the
more savage -looking dogs. To
them it's just another dangerous
game, like playing "last across"
on a busy road.
Mr. Olohan, in introducing his
new service of dog patrols to
Merseyside, believes that it will
release many security men to
serve in other capacities beyond
the scope of canine intelligence.
Wherever vandalism is rife,
the guard dog can help. Mr.
Olohan is offering , his services
to British Railways both for the
patrol of trains and the railway
track where so much damage is
now being done.
Dogs and their handlers may
become as familiar to train
travellers as ticket inspectors
and wheeltappers. Notices an-
nouncing that dogs are patrolling
might deter those who amuse
themselves by slashing uphols-
tery, wrecking carriages, jam-
ming switches and hurling rocks
at train crews.
It takes four or five months to
train one of these dogs and the
only reward for a lesson well
learnt is a pat on the head.
In fact the guard dog is
taught never to touch food
without the handler's permission.
as a precaution against poison-
ing.
But however well , trained,
clogs remain dogs. And their
enthusiasm can be misplaced
sometimes, Passing a lonely rail-
way siding on the way to a
warehouse, a new handler found
his dog interested in one of the
empty freight cars.
There had been rumours that
a thief was hiding his loot in
these cars until he could collect
is safely.
The handler felt this was his
big chance.
He let the dog loose and him-
self clambered up the sheer sides
of the car and peered over the
top.
Yes, he was right! In one
corner crouched a man. No, he
was wrong! There was a girl
there, too, They jumped up
white faced and scared — just
a young couple who thought they
had found privacy!
WHERE'S HE RUSSIAN? High stepping Russian dancer exe-
cutes one of the precision routines which delighted the 10,0.01
who came to see and hear the Red Army Dancers and Choi
while they were in Winnipeg, Manitoba, The group made
Triumph offer triumph as it toured Canada.
Foiled By a Sudden Twist Of Fate
A Complete Story by
DESMOND TARRANT
Octavius Gregory Jones was
essentially mild and gentle. But
he had- one overwhelming. ambi-
tion, Yet, -like everyone else, he
wanted. to survive. So for many
years he had lived a life of com-
promise,
He kept his real self locked
deep inside •him while outwardly
he seemed as normal and as res-
pectable as his •neighbours, But
he never relinquished his secret
ambition — to run away with
his own wife and be himself.
He had three children, a
mother-in-law, and a partially -
mortgaged, semi-detached house
filled with efficacious; boons and
blessings — a refrigerator, tele-
vision set, vacuum cleaner and
many other conveniences of
modern bliss,
With one thing and another,
he seemed well -anchored.
But as the days passed and
Octavius punctually went to his
bank, raising his hat here, step-
ping aside there, and being
everywhere courteous and con-
siderate, he schemed.
Between calculating the for-
tunes of others, he checked re-
peatedly his own financial state.
His aim was a small villa in
southern Italy. But always the
answer was the same — not
enough money.
Octavius realized that if he did
not do something soon he was a
doomed man,' Short of dressing
up the children as monkeys and
apprenticing his mother-in-law
to an organ grinder, he could
think of nothing.
So one day he completed a
rough sketch of the bank's vaults.
But this scheme he eventually
declined as being in the worst
possible taste — after" all, they
had paid him regularly.
Besides, he needed only a few
more thousands — whereas a
bank robbery might involve him
in much more. He resisted the
temptation.
Then suddenly he thought of
the answer. Why not •go to
Switzerland, buy a thousand
watches and sell them at three -
hundred per cent profit here in
London? In the abstract the
beauty and sheer simplicity of
the idea overwhelmed him. Why
had he failed to think of it be-
fore?
Month by month he cautiously
drew extra money from his sav-
ings until he had enough to buy
the watches.
Then he impressed his- wife
considerably when he told her
he was attending a three-day
conference in Paris.
fflext, he 'phoned his bank to
say, in an appropritely husky
voice, that he would be off for
a day or two with 'flu . .
Seated luxuriously in his 'plane
at twenty -thousand feet, Octa-
vius sighed blissfully.
t.His traveller's cheques secure,
he foresaw nothing but success.
To -day his nerves were iron,
These had on occasion given a
little trouble. Was he strong
enough? Did he have feet of
clay?
Several times his wife had
caught him before the mirror
thrusting out his chin in chaste
defiance,
"What has come over you
these days, dear? You never
used to be so vain — you're not
flirting. with' some little minx at
the bank, are you?"
"No, no — of course not!" he
had smirked, proud and self -
deprecatingly. He was merely
developing a strong jaw -line
Mussolini, that's who he was , , .
But he kept his secret, How
much better to present her with
the finished article — freedom
in the sun! •
Octavius chose the watches
carefully, All Were impressive
and, he ensured, all were guaran-
teed. He bought them a few at a
time in many shops in both
Geneva and Zurich,
• Octavius packed themcarefully
in 'the linings of his suitcase,
zipping the silk over them and
casually replacing his personal
belongings.
He was relying not on con-
cealment but on his years of
well-trained docility — safety
first, he felt sure, was written
all aver him in large letters.
On his third and last evening
away, Octavius carried his case
oa board the shining airliner
along with the other comfortable -
looking passengers for the short
flight to London.
The formalities at Geneva
were purely routine. As they
swung away into the night sky.
Oetavius experienced an un-
deniable and increasing tense-
ness.
He studied his fellow passen-
gers. Soon he would be a
genuine part of this sleek and
pleasant world of heavy over-
coatsscented furs, the sheerest
stockings and the right shades
of lipstick.
Transferring his attention
from. the women to the man be-
side him, he glowed with pride,
Here, surely, was a veritable
Titan, with an astrakhan -collared
black overcoatcasually tossed
on to the luggage rack and the'
firmest of jutting blue -jowled
chins.
Soon, after dropping steadily
into the pool of London's lights,
the airliner touched down,
As he watched the lights of
the terminal looming up, Octa-
vius had not bargained for such
a terrible constriction in his
stomach.
Outwardly, he was confident
and appeared to be an ordinary
businessman as he Walked from
the giant aircraft.
Within a few moments he was
standing still alongside his blue -
jowled hero, before the Customs
officials..
Cards were held up; assur-
ances were given, here and there
were unlockings and openings
of cases.
Octavius nonchalantly unlock-
ed his case, too. A Customs offi-
cer approached and stopped first
in front of blue -jowl, holding up
the Customs declaration warning.
"Good -evening, Mr, Zapparelli
— had a good trip?"
Blue -jowl just scowled,
"All right, Mr. Zapparelli, we
want to have a little look this
Lime — open up, please,"
Blue -jowl looked surprised.
Thein suddenly, he picked up
Octavlus's case, which was ad-
jacent to his own, placed it on
its side, released its locks, and
opened it• Octavius was caught
right off guard. The thought
flashed that he dare not claim
the case now that attention had
been drawn to it.
While he hesitated, the offi-
cer's fingers quickly and skil-
fully rustled through its con-
tents, Within moments Octavius,
petrified, saw all his beautiful
watches, his precious savings,
drawn forth and poured in their
abundance on to the bench.
Gasps, of horror arose - from
all sides. Blue -jowl stared aghast,
He turned wide, unbelieving
eyes on Octavius. Then he blus-
tered:
"I say — this case isn't mine!
I've picked up another by mis-
take!"
A roar of jolly laughter rose
from the. Customs officials who
had gathered round.
"Come now, Mr, Zapparelli —
after all these years! You've
beeh getting over -confident!"
Blue -jowl was led away, curs-
ing.
An officer laughingly put a
cross on the case before Octa-
vius.
"We've been after him for a
long time, sir."
Octavius managed a feeble
smile. Then, somehow, he walked
out with blue -jowl's case.
He signalled a taxi at the ter-
minal's entrance and within
minutes had transferred to the
suburban -line train that would
take him home.
During the agonizing forty -
minute journey Octavius sat
with the case poised above him
in the rack like the sword of
Damocles,
Why had blue -jowl switched
it? There .. could be only one
answer — it must have some-
thing very valuable in it. With
the last shreds of restraint
snapping, Octavius, carried the
case up his garden path, brush-
ed aside his amazed, wife and
shot up to their bedroom.
Feverishly prising off the
locks, he opened the case and
ransacked its contents, Out came
violet pyjamas, many - hued
shirts, silk underwear, soft socks,
hard brushes, and bright black
shoes. But nothing else.
Octavius sank at last like a
torpedoed liner. In frustrated
fury, overcome by the thought
of all the lost years of. thrift,
he hurled the case across the
room. It struck a bed post which
ripped open the case's side.
Staring wildly, Octavius saw
five -pound notes protruding and
fluttering. He jumped on the case
again and ripped it completely
apart. Then, with- quick strides,
he locked the door.
Once more serene, Octavius
been to count, When he haul
finished, he knew that, at ion*
last, be had more than enough;"
Fancy not thinking of falai!
sides! The Customs man woul
have been onto that in a flash,
Now he sits in the sun on the
veranda of a villa in southern,
Italy enjoying, with his family,
the benefits of his many years of
hard labour.
Never again has he surprised
his wife with such unprecedented
behaviour, And always he has,
with some small change, a kind
word and a smile for the organ
grinders! — From "Tit -Bits".
Costs Real Money
On This .Railway
Montmartre, t h e colourful,
world-renowned artistic quarter
of Paris, famous for its painters
and for the magnificent Sarre
Coeur, the mosque -like church
which dominates this village in
the heart of Paris has another
claim to fame,
For it possesses the shortest—
but most profitable — railway
system in the world.
The little funicular relic, ay
which runs between the Place
Saint -Pierre and the Sarre
Coeur is well known to thou-
sands of visitors to Paris, What
is not so well known is that it
is twice as profitable as the
Paris bus system, and three
times more profitable than the
• Metro,
Although the funicular han-
dles only 1,594,150 passengers a
year — compared with the Me-
tro's 3,500,000 a day — its annual
receipts are about $75,000.
For it is cunningly placed. By
the time tourists have puffed
and creaked half -way up the
hill of Montmartre to visit the
Sacra Coeur, they are more than
ready to make the last stage of
the climb by funicular.
The journey from the Place
Saint -Pierre to the Sacr4 Coeur
is about 124 yards, takes seven-
ty-five seconds and costs abuut
six cents. This works out at
about '75 cents a mile, but most
people prefer to travel by funi-
cular rather than climb the 144
steps of the rue Foyatier, which
has a one -in -three gradient.
The funicular is a twin -track
system with a car on each line,
Each car has a capacity of fifty
passengers. As one goes up, the
other comes down,
At the height of the tourist
season the cars make around 200
return trips a day, leaving every
five minutes between 6:45 a.m.
and midnight.
The funicular railway war
first built in 1901 and run hy-
draulically, But with the craze
for speed, this system, was found
too slow. The line was electri-
fied in 1935 and the speed of
the cars was stepped up to a
brisk three and a half miles
an howl
SALLY'S SALLIES
"Imagine me meeting THE
Mr. Shakespeare! Have 3•ou
written any plays, lately?"
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area around the globe would encircle every major country, Shaded aria en Nowsmap inµ
eludes all points which could be reached from only the ono launching point, near the C..
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