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The Brussels Post, 1957-08-07, Page 5in the Cotafolds, 361w me Clianetta argued AbOUt 11111 111* fleecy or otherwise of exorcism& Sir Conrad ,exclaimed to Nile wife' "I've never interfered wigs your choice of domestic sere vents-, Innogen But really, This is too much"' Lady Cable rose to the occa- sion "Mesa ghosts Doris saes;" she said, "seem to 'be harmless, not to say delightful, creatures. Certainly not mischievous, 'like poltergeists. I 'think we should regard them as good 'spirits est the Hall and think no more, about them. You may go now, Doris.. Anyone for more tear Crestfallen, Doris went .ont, . Slowly, she took Lady Cable's list from her overall pocket and read her duties for Sundaes evening: Wash up tea things, polish the silver, pollee eandlee sticks in dining-room . Brent "Tit-Bits." lailiood Bath in iladelphia ,Hail-necked Jack Munroe slip ped gracefully through the ropes in the Philadelphia armory, Well, 27, 1004, end bowed to the crowd, His massive legs looked Ktrong enough to support a build- ing, and his enormous chest bulged at the seams of his loose. ly-knit sweater. Quickly' he walked over to Tom Sharkey's corn e r, went mechanically through the motions of being a good sport and then hurried over to the rosin box and ground the yellowish _powder into the sole: of his shoe:. Munroe was visibly nervous. That was obvious from the way he fidgeted with his trunks and stalked around the corner, He wee too keyed up even to sit down on his stool. But the hefty slugger who was out of Chester Pennsylvania, had real cause for uneasiness. A shot at the heavy- weight championship of the world hung in the balance. If he. could beat Sharkey, Jim Jeffries would be forced to give him a crack at the title. And many p}xe.ople thought Munroe could Pick Jeffries again, just as he licked him two years before in Butte, Montana, when Jeff was _barnstorming and offering a thousand dollars to any man who could last Sour rounds with the little girl had done some- thing that signeelly pleased her. She had Matted to May the piano for the first time just af- ter Doris had played a enrol It was a sort of bond. :For 'the rest of the t'Ve11111E " Doris played her trumpet more gustily than ever before: not caring if she got a wrong note here and there Meanwhile, the family were holding a conference in front of "the log fire in the library. John told everyone about his en- counter With Doris in the music room. And Professor Prichard was told all about Doris's pol- tergeist. ',So you see." said Lady Cable, "we're quite used to i'w poor girl seeing things." "But we're nut used to us hearing things. Imogene" Sir Conrad reminded her. Aunt Stephanie, who was con- sidered quite a blue-stocking in her youth, started to discuss ghosts generally with the Pro- fessor. "Look here," interrupted John. "Let's get down to brass tacks. No one in this house, so far as we know, has ever seen a ghost." lax LIVIN' DOLL — The life-size end table and lamp at for right point up the Bunyanesque scale of this huge chair. little Anne Thuerner, 2, is lost in 'the embrace of the 200-pound creation, a Swedish import on display recently in a furniture store, She Knew They'Were Kindred Spkits 4 1 4 1 I 1 4 1 4 4 Doris warmed to her descrip- tions, mother and son realized with dismay that their maid, us- ually so prim and self-effacing because het opinion on"anything was never consulted. now saw herself Re the pivot of exciting events "'We've got a tenet of the hie , tory of the Hall, haven't we'?" John said, when Doris had left the room, and began to look along the shelves. He found it: but it contained no reference to anyone who might reasonably leave tinned into Derilee ghost. As his mother Me- unlikely to dismiss Doris. he derided to try his third solution: exorcising Carrying a prayer-book, from which he selected to read a cel- led and some verses from one of the sterner Psalms, and a bowl of water which he sprinkl- ed liberally, especially around the piano, he walked solemnly about the music room, followed by his sister who clashed a tambourine she had 'been given as a child and watched by Doris, who declared that the little did not appear. "Well, that's that." said John at tea-time. They were sitting again in the library. The silver teapot glowed in the firelight, and Lady Cable had just raised it to pour seconds, when the door burst open and there stood Doris wide-eyed and dishevelled, her grubby head handkerchief slight- ly askew. "Goad gracious, Doris!" cried Lady Cable. "You look as though you've seen a ghost." She stop- ped, thinking, why on earth did I say that? "I have seen one, madam," said Doris happily. "It's ins the billiard room." "Good Heavens!" exclaimed John. "Am I to chase Isee all round the house witis my prayer- book?" "It's not a her sir," corrected Doris. "It's a little boy in long white socks — and he's ever so handsome!" All the family began to talk at once. Aunt Stephanie could be heard telling the Professor about an experience she had had as a girl in a very old cottage "It's certainly the kind of house where there might be a ghost," interpolated the Pro- fessor mildly. "Elizabethan isn't it, Sir Conrad?" "Elizabethan with unfortun- ate Victorian . accretions," re- plied his host "As I was saying," John per- sisted, "nobody knows of a ghost here, So it's a question either of dismissing Doris and her ghost will go with her, or there's a story connected with the music room and we ought to try and 'find out about it. Or perhaps the vicar could exorcize the room." 'I think we couldn't do better than ask Doris what she's seen," said Lady Cable, taking a prac- tical line. The next morning, Sunday, Doris was summoned to the pre- sence of Lady Cable and her son In :the library. Her description of ringlets with a low-cut rustl- ing dress might be Victorian, they thought, or earlier. As they questioned her and' RED HAT? — Monsignor Jo- seph Kiwanuka, 57-year-cilci Bishop of Masaka, Uganda, may be elevated to cardincet, thus becoming the first Negro elected to the Roman Catholic heirarchy. Born to a poor farmer's family, the Africart prelate attended mission school. He now speaks English, Frenels, Italian and Latin and 'hag traveled extensively in the U. AVON — Under her ruffled skirt, Spanish singing star Margarita Sierra is a wqlk- Ins; radio station. She has a lisonse to operate the wireless t,r4 ' she uses in her act in a Chicago hotel. The set's micro- none, hidden in her bodice, picks up her voice and broads costs It to a large receiving set that feeds her songs inho loud- epeakers. That way, she isn't Immobilized by a floor mike t'elsen she performs. him. Mentes. took his offer and riot only stayed the four rounds, but he had the better of jeftriee —reportees sold that he did and so did the scattering of inittere who saw the light. Munroe was undefeated err its short but spectacular career. Out of nine fights he scored sev- en knockouts, won a single de- cirion and was held to a 20, round draw by ring-wise flank Griffin. But the smart money in Philadelphia was now riding on Tom Sharkey's 'broad beam, the betting closed with Munroe a '2-1 underdog and even at that Snerkey backers had to dig bard to find somebody to play with, Even champion Jeffries, who was sitting in the third row along with Charley White and Gus Ruhlin, figured Sharkey •a sure winner. When asked how he saw the fight by the Police Gaz- ette reporter, Jeffries bit a chunk out of his huge cigar and drawl- ed: "That Sailor is gonna' bust him open at the belly," Munroe had expert advisors working in his corner. Kid Mc- Coy, the trickiest pole-cat ever to crack a jaw; Dal Hawkins, the cleverest of boxers and a lead- ing threat for the lightweight championship of the world, and Dr. Joe Creamer. who could close a gaping wound as easily and quickly as he could take a swig out of a bottle. But it was McCoy who did all the talking. The Kid's cold grey eyes glared across at the placid Sharkey. Oh how he despised that thick- headed sailor. And how well he remembered being knocked senseless , by one of Sharkey's looping rights in 1899. McCoy whispered instructions into Munroe's ear. "Keep on top of him, Jack. Don't let him draw back his right If you see that he does, step into him and nail him first." Munroe nodded, He didn't speak. At exactly 10 o'clock the fight- ers were called to mid-ring by the referee. The instructions were hastily barked out and the bell rang. In that very first round disaster almost wiped Munroe out. He walked into a vicious .Sharkey right swing and hit the floor like a dead-weight. If you were close •enough to the ringside you would have heard an excited Kid McCoy yelling frantically: "I told him to be sure to watch that right hand," Munroe, his eyes glazed and his jaw hanging open like a dis- engaged gear, rolled over on his back. The referee yelled "eight" and the big miner was trying to balance his weight on one knee. At nine he was staggering around on his feet, falling against the ropes and looking blankly into Sharkey's ferocious sneer. Tom blasted away, first to the head and then to' the body. But, re- markably, Munroe was able to withstand the pressure and sur- vive the round. The crowd gave him a . standing ovation, but it Is doubtful if he even heard it. After a complete watering- down and a sharp tongue lash- ing by the sadistic Kid McCoy, Munroe went out and fought the .greatest fight of his career. Suddenly he seemed. to comp alive. He tortured Sharkey with perfect combinations and slash- ed his face with jolting jabs. At the end Sharkey's face was a mass of gore and only his sup- erb condition and stamina kept him from falling unconscious to the floor. Jack Munroe had earned his right to fight .Jeffries for the .champioxiship of the, world. USAF Toes tit-ae litiark With Its Secret 'Boinare Artist's sketch, above, inter- prets the "Bomarc" IM-9t) guided :missile, now in the process 'for the U.S. Air Force_ Booing-built pilotless inter- ,eeptor is_ very much under 'wraps, but experts estimate :its top speed to be in the 2,000- mile - per - hour range. Bomarc could be fitted with different warheads, and could Intercept enemy aircraftmane, miles from their .proposed targets, Left, a USAF Martin ,B-57 Canberra jet bomber is used as a device for testing the 'Bomarc .nose piece. "Where else would the poor girl go?" It was during dinner that they heard the strains of carol sing- ing ,and a band corning from the direction of the drive which ended in an impos'ing sweep in ,the hollow of the B-shaped house, "I don't care much for that brass band," said John's sister, Gianetta, "They're not a bit musical. 'They just like making a noise." "I think you want a good rousing band for carols," said John as he fished in his .pocket for some shillings to give them, He went out of the front door and gave 'the money 'to the near- est carol singer. In the light of the porch lantern he spotted Doris carrying a 'trumpet. "No wonder' the band's so un- musical," he remarked to the others on his return. After one Last carol they could hear footsteps begin to move away on the gravel. .But they still heard music . . piano mu- sic. It was an old tune: the Cov- entry carol. Aunt Stephanie looked at their guest. Professor Prichard. The Professor looked at his host, Sir Conrad, Sir Conrad stared at the port in his ,glass. "But there's no one in the music :room,"' said Gianetta. "Pin the only one who plays the piano 'now." They all got up and trooped along the passage :to 'the music room. :and flung 'open the door, It 'was fully lighted, hut a glance around Olmsted there was 'no in- truder, • Bat there wag' someone out- side. A face was pressed against the gems of one :of the tall win- dows — Doriee, For one Icing, wide-eyed mo- ment Dotiststared. at the family ,grouped around. the door. Then .ehe vanished into the darkness. ,eke she can down ehe Artve to icatdb. 'up the others, Doris was rather frightened, Surely Lady Cable would •dismiss her for her, strange behaviour: star- ing into the' ighted music room with. no one in it. And what the people :in the band •say 'to sher, tagging behind? She rejoined the group and, as no one questioned .her, „she 'be- gan 'to 'feel reassured, After all, -her /fiend appeered only 'to 'her, -she 'thought. Lady Cable Wouldn't worry all that Shout 'her staring 'into the room. "Lady Cable didn't worry about 'things overmuch as gong as the -Clean- was well done. And to-might • a WILL 1057 ,BE WORSE? — This ,epic tohoto a a farmer and hit sons trudging through a dust' storm iti 'Cimarron -Couhte .0klahoh'iti, was made bit 1936. NOW agrictilfure and weatherofficials 'fear the, picture for 1957 .in the Graf rains lhay 'he even ,wleteses A Complete Story by Primrose lelinney Doris let herself into- the back passage of the Hall as the grandfather clock struck eight. She put a small carrier bag on a hook and took down from where she had left it the night before a dirty old head hand- kerchief which she always put on before she started cleaning. She took out of her overall* pocket a crumpled piece of paper on which Lady Cable had written down all the things she must do during the day. She always followed her list; other- wise she got confused. Dust the enusie room. ;She liked dusting the music room, for there she had recently found a friends ,st pretty little girl with fair ringlets and a long, rustling dress, The girl never spoke, But Doris often watched her enter the robin and walk across to the piano where she would stand and finger the notes mithout actually striking them. Doris collected 'a feather sclust- er and began to run it carefully along the strings of the harp. Her thinness and her wanness made her appear much alder than her twenty-four years. She loved musical instruments; for a 'long time it had 'been .her em- bition 'to play the trumpet in the village brass band, and now she had achieved it, When .she was younger., a pol- tergeist' manifested Itself in 'her presence and the extraordinary breakages which occurred when she was around were ascribed to her. Some were Undoubtedly due to her own -clitaneiness, but it was not until a learned 'visitor to the Hall diagnosed 'a 'polter- geist that 'the blame for the rest of hem was removed from her. She . had learned. 'one thing from 'her experiences: caution. Fear of possible•eilame 'stopped her from telling anyone about the girl in the music 'room, John Cable, 'meanwhile, stroll- ed along the ground. floor cor- ridor that morning sin early De- cember to get 'his .gun from the music room Which Was :no 'long- er devoted solely 'to music. He was hi. his last ,year at 'Cam- bridge and .shottId 'have been studying, but 'he 'loved the damp, leafy walk under 'the sweet. dhestrtut 'trees to 'the -field Where he helped to hag :some 'rabbits. Whefn he .entered the iroorn he ,said: 'Good morning, Doris, Wonderfte. ".weather tor. Decem- her, isn't it?" "Yee, Sir. Mustret grumble, must 'wer 'Her :glance wan- tiered while elie :stoke, and John ascribed it to her lack ,of ability to concentrate, In late ehe little girl 'had dust ,entered tho room :and 'begun 'her customary walk towards the piano, As 3dhn. -weiet to vide Up his gun et ,seemed to Dotes that he :would witIk :right through the sehild.t"Donit go that Twain I You'll :hurt heel" rite "cried. "'What .on searth tore you talk- ing eibottler Doric eves thensottehly alarm- Ad :Meet. de She said Ally more Fiha etereildhleetray 'the =secret of the little lriend who 'had so of- ten 'come :gee :her, With an Inarticulate corer eke angled out 'of the :roost, "'You rettely eniteh get rid. of 'dotty DeWitt, 'Marna," 1Toiitt told his enether dieter. l!Slic does pounda' worth 'of 'damage in breakages„ apart front anything 'else." "But ,then been here se long, dear" replied Lady Cable. COKE FATHER, 1.1110 SON — Clifford •Mirart •and eon, Gellert, 2s ruefully 'compare their 'cast bound legs, both acquired on 'the. tame day. The father slipped On ice ist !his construction lab. kVfien taturnexd from the hoepetoi, ihe vat greeted with the reeves that 'his son had fallen 010 of his ,chair arid fractured tin leg. halioat.