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The Brussels Post, 1960-07-07, Page 4READY FOR ABOMINABVI SNOWMAN — Three explorers Check equipment In Chivago as they et ready for a Herndloyon expedition which they hope will uncover the fabled Abominable Snowman. Left to right are Michael S. Gal, Auckland, New Zealand physiologists, Sir Edmund Hillary, New Zealander who was. the first to conquer Mt. Everest, and Marlin Perkins", 41,, rector of Chieogo's Lincoln Park Zoo. Hillary will lead the expedition later this year. itADEATION CHECK — Sgt. Chester Miltenberger checks fOr radio citiOn at McGuire Air POrce Setae, N.J., after a fire destroyed al hucleor Bom'arc feeithinq off d panic or The base and o widespread rodieteioreeoeird. A charge of TNT in the teigdere Ing device was eteetteteed to have exploded, but a complex Sysd fern of safety deesieed, kept the worheddr frcini gole.4 offs ONSTRATION IN TOKYO About 30,000 dernanstratere parade Trt Afriteitdditi leasity tin 'Tokyo, Japan, demdnding the resignation' of tireitillett Kiodii anti f7i tcifieetkiikei preslolatif dro'Ntiih6woe's, trip to that country, etetetteelleett lattetsesse et 4400k String Wool Ksty To Akurdor Dan* Sickles, lawyer, and ?hilile T4rtori Key, Cehenehie Pietrtet Attorney, were on Op- Oelhfl 'aides in a Washington POUR, Siekles, won substential. magas for hie client, When the case was over KeY shook hands with Illi end said. gal- tautly; "I have to congratulate you on two counts---licking me and 'hav-. Prig a 'very pretty wife' Sickles was so delighted that, on 'impulse, he invited Key bome to dine, Those few casual weeds at their first meeting sparked off a sensational murder trial that thronged the streets with huge crowds awaiting the ver- dict. Sickles had. been a secretary at the U.S. Bithasey in London when James Buchanan was Am- bassadoe. Now Buchanan was President, Sickles a Congress- man esteemed in. Washington ,society, At twenty-eight he had married Teresa Bagioli, the sev- enteenirar-old daughter of an Italian music teacher: a dark- eyed, dark-haired, olive-skinned beauty who attracted admiration as mistress of a lawyer-diplo- mat's elegant home. Philip Key, son of the com- poser of The Star-Spangled. tanner," was over six-feet tall with handsome, rugged features, end an easy, debonair manner that made him popular with wo- men.. When he was introduced to Teresa something flashed be- tween them. Almost tongue-tied, he murmured a hasty compli- ment. Throughout the dinner lie watched him and listened to his talk with an inner excite- ment, He was so different from her polished, more tome' hut- band The next, day, when Sickles was busy at Court, Key called on Teresa. "I felt I must look in and thank you," he explain- ed, taking her hand, "You want- ed me to, didn't you .. Teresa?" Whether she did or not, she was by no means displeased. Nor was her husband when she told him casually of the visit. There were advantages in being friendly with the District At- torney. Key's next move was to invite .hem both to visit his bachelor home on an afternoon when he knew Sickles would have to be at court, "As yen cannot go," he told Daniels "I will drop in or a few minutes." - She did—and soon was in :Philip's arms, silenced by. his impetuous kisses and passionate avowals, "We must be careful," she warned "we mustn't start peo- ple talking." But they did, for Key neglect- ed his work to see her as often as he could. A friend who taxed Sickles about the gossip was waved aside with: "It is for my sake—to help me in my practice —that she sees him, Nothing more." Maybe he wasn't so sure when he returned home sometimes to End her missing and realized that they were gradually drift- leg apart. Always she lead. ready excuses, and he was too immer- sed in his work to worry unduly, Then one day when President Buchanan was dining with them, a servant brought him a letter Which had been delivered by hand. It was unsigned. He blanched when he react: "Mrs. Sickles meets Key every day at a house is. Fifteenth Streets it la kept by a Negro caretaker, 'Yotir Wife, always knows. when Key is there bee genet the agreed si,gnal ie a pleee of black Wing suspended from the second-storey -front window,"" He slipped it into, his pocket: end earned on as if nothing on- -toward had occurred, evading his wife's gaze but glancing searchingly at her When she Wee ocel,IPleci with the President.. The newt day he got his clerk to find out who, rented the house. 'Key, he discovered, bad rent- ed it as a love nest for the illicit meetings. When her hueband was away from home Sickles" wife woeld leave a handker- chief fluttering from a balcony. Key would see it from, his club opposite, then stroll past her house holding his own handker- chief. She then followed him to the house in Fifteenth Street. At other times the black string told her that he was there awaiting her. What could be simpler or safer? When the deception provoked someone to send him a poison- pee letter, Sickles' tolerance was at an end, He confronted Teresa with her treachery. "Suppose," he said with acid irony, "you were walking ,down Fifteenth Street, and saw a piece,of black string hanging from a second storey window , _7" She paled, gasped, then tried to deny the implication and ex- plain it away, But realizing she was cornered, she burst out; "We have been betrayed. It is true. We are lovers!" At first Sioleles wanted to blame Key, the seducer, rather than her, But when he saw her concern was more for her lover than for him he snatched the wedding ring from, her finger in a rage. "Go!" he cried. "tilt out of my "sight! Doil'e ever 'let me see you again!" She fled to her room and stayed there to see if he would relent. He might well have done so, had he not seen from a win- dow the figure of Philip Key approach th house, making sign- ificant play with his handker- ehlef. It was too much for the digni- fied, affronted diplomat. He seized some pistols he kept in the house, stuffed them into his pockets and hurried out, „ When they met on the pave- ment Key greeted him with out- etretched hand and a cordial "Hello, there!" Sickles' response was to take a pistorfrom his pocket, and fire point-blank. But he missed — . and Key grappled with him as he brought Out another pistol, managed to Ere it . and Key dropped to the ground. Sickles finished him off with. a third shot aimed at his head, and stood by, impassive, as his victim, lay in a pool of blood. The body was borne into an adjacent building, while Sickles walked to the nearest police sta- tion and said: "I am Daniel Sickles. T have come to confess to killing the District Attorney' Washington was staggered by the shooting, The city talked of nothing else. There was a stream of visitors to Sickles in his cell, offering sympathy. The trial, in 1859, lasted three weeks. Special precautions were taken as it was feared that if he vee r e convicted sympathizers might storm the court and try to free him. He pleaded "temporary aber- ration of mind" and the attorney for the defence appealed to the jury to uphold the sanctity of the American home, which in this case had been violated by Key. Cheering greeted the verdict; "Not guilty." Friends rushed to congratulate Sickles, His return home was a triumphal progress through wa s: crowds, An attempt was even made to*. take. the horses from his carriage and drag it. He had to appear at an upstairs window like royalty and address' the throng besieg- ing his house, Despite a partial reconcilia- tion, life was never the same for Teresa. The tragedy haunt- ed her. Within a few years she died — it was said, of a broken heart. In the Civil War, Sickles served as a majorgeneral in the Union army and lost a leg at Gettysburg. Later he was ap- pointed U.S. Ambassador to Spain, and in Madrid fell in love with another southern beauty, Carmine, and married her. He would never speak of Teresa; but it is significant that his second love was a dark, La- tin charmer. He died a quarter of a cen- tury later, an old man nearing ninety with one tragic memory enly death could erase. — By Trevor Allen in "Tit-Bits," Some Scientific Detective Work During seven dreary Septem- ber days in 1949 the rain swept across the naval base in Kodiak, Alaska, rattling on the alumin- um roofs, churning the waters, drenching body and soul, Then it stopped — and the course of history was abruptly changed. Recently, when Dr, Peter King of the ;Naval Research' Labora- tory received the Distinguished. Civilian Service Award, the world learned of the momentous secret which the rain carried: The news that Russia. had ex- ploded its first atomic bomb and that the United States no longer held a nuclear monopoly, To King and his NRL steel in Wa- shington goes the credit for this beautiful bit of scientific intelli- gence work. The story began with a simple idea which King and his col- leagues began pondering in 1948. As the trim, 6-foot chem- ist tells it now; "We figured that rain would wash down the par- ticles, the radioisotopes 'released by nuclear fission. We checked the method against our own . atomic. tests. We found we could determine whether a recent atomic test had been held, about when it happened, arid a good deal about the, bomb's chemis- try." Two stations (the other was set up in Washington, D C.) were ready for action when, late in August 1949, King heard the Air Force had some idea that Rus- sia had exploded an A-bomb. "We immediately notified Kodie alt to save the . rain Water," Xing explained, "We checked the first sample and we knew we had the confirmation." The kinds Of radioactive ele- extents elect their reletive etnoutits were cleat evidence of the Via.- bt eornilab18, n*dh itic1118' 6 went eeeealelcinttohatthit was surprisingly advanced in concept. -.The rate of decay of the particles shOeved, hoer Ideg they had been radiedetive ana indicated that Aug. 19 *as the date Of the expleeiort. the "pares tidies had drifted lie the atineee tittered Until the wet weather` Alaskd brought there. down. "Tenafly," King notkid wryly. "*e had settee eget A Complete Story by URSULA BLOOM I always was in love with Angela, but our ages were wrong, When she was nineteen she was the loveliest girl that I had ever seen. I was over thirty —too old for a girl so young, All the same, when Angela mar- ried Freddy Groves I went to the wedding with a lump in mys throat, "Thirteen bridesmaids and all of them in green," said one of the old women who always cluster around lyclt gates at weddings. "That's bad! That'll bring 'em a power of trouble." But Angela looked a dream. She was in love with Freddy, who was good-looking and rich, but extravagant, Pedple said that he drank heavily, and. I believed he did. Of course, I was prejudiced. For all that, I hoped the marriage would work out well. I might be madly jealous, but because I still loved Angela I wanted her to be happy, But thirteen bridesmaids, all in green! It was strange that I felt un- easy about the bridesmaids be- cause I'm not a superstitious man. It worried me, Four years later, waiting in the same church, I was thinking about it all. I did not see Angela for quite a time after her wedding, be- cause I was abroad. But we ex- changed letters as we had al- ways done, She told me that life was gay, Freddy was wond- erful and it was lovely to be rich. Later she wrote less about these things. When I came home after three years to a London job, I met her, and was shocked at the change in her. "Oh, I'm. all right," she said, but she wasn't, The change in him. was even more Obvious. If I had ever doubted the tales of his heavy drinking, I did so no longer. Angela, told me nothing, and I rather objected to the sneering way in which he referred to me as "the old love," It meant that my visits were short and infre- quent. I knew she was in trouble and I'wanted to help, for I still loved her, But what could I do? Rumours circulated. Freddy's extravagance was catching up with him, He Was well-known on the courses—not as a suecess- ful punter. He was more often ful gettor. He was snore often loser than winnee, and was drifting rapidly towards the rocks, How difficult it is to help someone iii suck circumstances, even if you love her dearly, I wrote to Angela and tried to win her confidence. It did not work, Sine wrote a rather stilted letter back, saying nothing about Freddy save that he had had bad fortune and ,they were re- trenching. She need net have told use that. The big cat had gone, and snow Freddy was going arourid, in a shoddy little thing which he swore about, for he leved high-powered cars. They Mensal out of the big country house, arid took a Cheaper fiat in Len. don. But if Angela wad suffer- lug, she told me nothing. We Met one clay completely by accident, She Was corning out of a big store and I ran fete her at the swing doors, "(food to SeeOvti, cane an bevel some coif.** I Shiggeateds She Was obvietisie pletielA .and 66016.1 bide the 4tat. **1 *OA to s ioniat of itti deserted restaurant and sat down there, She looked tired, her face showed its first faint line which was something of dz shk, for she was still in her early twenties. I noticed she had. bruises on her arm when she slipped her coat off and I fiiiineed my own. conclusions. But Angela has always been a very reserved girl, so what could girl, so what could I have said or done? She thawed slightly. 'Freddy, she admitted, drank too much, He always had, and she didn't suppose it would hurt him real- ly, though doctors were difficult about it, He had had such bad luck, poor boy. He always bet on lucky numbers and they never turned out to be lucky. "Have you a lucky number?" I asked her. "Yes," she said, "I have. It isn't the same as Freddy's, of course," and hurriedly stubbed out her cigarette with violent jabs. I wanted to say then: "Darl- ing, I love you, I want to help you, and you can trust me." But I didn't say it—I dared not —becauSe I knew how tricky Angela could be. I loved her too much for that. We sat on talk- ing for quite a time, then sud- denly she saw the clods went rather white, and sprang up. "I must go. Freddy'll be furi- ous," she said, and. I knew she was scared. What 'does one do? I have looked back and wondered if I ought to have done something right then, but all I did was to delay her for just a moment to say: "Angela, darling, if I can ever help . ,?" She cut me short and almost ran out of the store. Then I heard about the sports car. Quite suddenly, it seemed, Freddy had picked up a high. powered sports car from. some- where. Its registration number. was 13, "If that isn't bad luck, what Ls?" said my friend. I thought of the thirteen bridesmaids in green, and re- membered that they certainly had been bad luck. "What, iii' deed?" I rejoined. dismally. Freddy went evetyvvhere in this car, and he went there fast. wonder he didn't kill himself in the first week lie had. it I had a friend in the sense block of flats who told, me that Angela was worried,. "Why she 4000 lettee him gets me beat," he said, But Angela was not that sort of giele-she cherishes strong religious SerttpleS and nothing would make her leave a man she had promisee to love until "death us do part," I knew that Now I was waiting hi the little church, with these thoughts of the past running through my mind , I remembered Freddy starting oft late for the races in that car and never coming back, Be was drunk at the time, the coroner had said. had tried to get to the in- quest to be beside Angela, but she had sent me an urgent mes- sage asking me to keep away, Tire newspapers made the most of it, for Freddy had made a name for himself as one of those gay, happy-go-lucky young men who, for all their faults, vices and mistakes, manage to be at- tractive. He had gone through his for- tune. For the last part of his life he and Angela had been as close to the rocks as possible without actuallet foundering, Angela gave her evidence quiet- ly, her face expressionless. This I learned from the papers. But she had not asked nee to keep away from the funeral and so I had come, hoping to take her home later, shield her from photographers and help her in any way I could, The one enemy was that Freddy had been killed outright, The car was a heap of twisted metal—the only thing that had stayed whole was that ridicu- lous number plate. The sun emerged to filter through the trees just as Angela came into the church, She had suffered deeply, but now she looked as if, after months of un- rest, she had found a kind of peace. She was more beautiful than she'd ever been. How depressing funeral ser- vices are, Just before it ended I slipped out into the church- yard. and waited for her by the gate. Half the world seemed to be there—all the curious people who love nothing better than other people's troubles. The ear came up tor her, and I saw her move to it alone. I joined her. "I'm here, Angela. I'm com- ing with you." "I—I want to go home," she said, pitifully. Like a very little girl who had fallen down and hurt herself, I gave the driver the address, and he turned out of the proces- sion and headed for the flat, She held my hand. I said: "It's over now, darling. You'll forget it." "If only I could," and then, "it's nice to be with an older man. If—if it had only been you at the start . . why did all this have to happen?" I put my arm around her and she wept on my shoulder, "I tried to get him to sell that awful car," she told me. "I did try to have him but it wasn't any good. I knew that oar would kill him!" "Thirteen," I said, "the un- lucky number plate?" Suddenly she :changed, "Not No! That isn't it, That's the dreadful part. Thirteen is my lucky numher—it always has been," she said—From "Tit- Bits." LEGAL PRECEDURE An attorney in Mobile, Alta., felt he had the weight df prece- dence on his side When he won a postponement on a case be- cause he didn't want to have it heard. on Friday the 13th, A' frog Ghoros. in the north., the shrill eatilut of .the Spring. Peepers at .dusk is. one of the sure signs of spring, hut in Florida they Should be called. Winter Peepers for they hginf sloctrueatienies aliwbaeya;ly.,0 1440:r tier forth in full -ohorus by .Ohristguii. time, it is .the breeding male that does the calling by forcing air from his 'mouth into the vocal sac tinder his throat,. "This Sall. swells out into a glistenjog whites bubble and then cellepses ee.the air is forced back into tIns, tb7haqt:. f.41.gr:ttiliwo winters we live ed. in the hammock were verse Wato:es there was standing atesithelow place jueott k. of the house, and the peeparq called from all around the .edge. of it, We would sit at the sup-. per table at dusk and listen a. the full chorus built up front the first scattered (sails. In this way tt ,we learned a amazing fact, A chrous of $pring‘ Peepers is not a lot of frogs alti sounding forth at the same time, but a number of trios wthioh are developed in a very character- istic fashion. One frog starts things off bp' sounding the note of A a numb her of times. If he is not Answer- ed, he pauses and gives a little trill, Usually, this stimulates an,- ether frog to respond with it, i O sharp, and the two call bac and !forth .A, G sharp; A, . • sharp,: A, G stharp. Unless a thin joins in, they stop their duet( and one of them repeats the in. viting trill, Now the last mem- ber of the tnio chimes in with a B, and so they continue: A, a sharp, B: A, G sharp, B; A, G sharP B, A full chorus is made up of many of these tiny independent trios, each frog apparently ignor- ing all others save the two with, which it is singing. Sometimes si • number of the trios will be syn. athrenized so that the chorus -Kea a very noticeable rhythm, When, something, such as a passing car,. disturbs the singers, the chorus is . stilled for a time. But the frogs seem eager to resume. The first few tentative A's are an- swered' almost immediately and. usually the trill is' omitted, The build-up of the individual trios is easiest to 'follow when the frogs first begin to Call in ` the evening,. but, once you learn. to recognize them, you can hear them even in a full chorus. Thee, it becomes, not just a confused noise, but a marvelous example ..(V animal cooperation, -se From. "World. Outside My Door," by Olive Brown Gain, ADOLF EICHMANN—This photo of Adolf Eichmann, the alleged mastermind responsible for the extermination of 6,000,.. 000 Jews in Nazi Germany, was taken somewhere in Israel by an Israeli government photogt• telpher. Eiohmann is awaiting trial for the mass murders. For Once Thirteen Was Lucky