The Brussels Post, 1960-07-14, Page 4ANXIOUS AUDISNCII Wearing expreesions of anxiety and concern, o group of Parisian,
Meter" to radio announcements •f the ollopee of the Summit talks, At his farewell
news conference, Premier Khrvshehev, almost Incoherent with rage at repeated booing by the
audience, said among other things that Nether American spy flights over Russia would lead
Inevitably -ko, war.
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A multipurpose vehicle as the one sketched here would
be necessary on the moon for setting up quarters
end other antitipated constriretlon tasks.
Engineers think temperature, radiation and vacuum on
the moon's surface could be accUrartely reprocluded in a
chamber like this fee test purposes.
Men On The
.froon-And How
They'll Live
though It may he years before
human beings tet foot on the
Mode, methods of living and
working On the lifeless aatel
lite of the earth are already
being studied, , these drawing
illustrtite soMe of the ideal
proposed by the Atro Corps
Of Erigliteerse in a decade they
'ay be &anal photographs:
Prefebtleated housing units would be buried below the surface of the moon for
heat insulation and protection dr6ainsi radiation and meteorites,. Left to right are
the air loch, and' power care ore, steeping quarters tied cooking
tired,
Taxicab Slaying Caused Sensation.
London. was in the grip of the
!flying-bomb terror. It Way.
letre. legit desperate bid to avert
defeat as his empire crumbled,
under the Allied onslaught.
Put even while thousands were.
• dying as a. rest.* of War, 11114
enurder oe one man made head-
Ilee hews.
The discovery of the body oe.
an unidentified man in a ditch at
Knowle Green, Staines), Middle-
sex, on a Saturday in October,
1944, was. to lead to one of the
meet sensational trials. in British
criminal history.
The inert, who, had, been ,,riot
through tee back, was eventual-
ly identified as George Heath, a
taxi driver who worked, regets
in London's West End. Hie earn-
'legs averaged £.120 a week --
Amertean forcea had tons of
money — but Heath never had.
much cash because he gambled
most of it away,
The case became known as the
"Cleft Chin Murder" because
Heath had a cleft chin,
The evening he met lee death,
Beath was hailed outside a res-
taurant in London's Shaftesbury
Avenue by a men who appeared
to he an American officer, Stand-
ing close to him was a 5I uri
blonde. The man called "Hey,
taxtl"
Heath swung his cab, into the
kerb and the couple climbed in.
What happened afterwards was
told when the couple stood in the
dock at Old Bailey, in January,
1945, on trial for the murder
of George Heath, known as 'the
men with the cleft ch.M."
In the dock was a 'Swedleile
born Amer ican paratrooper,
twenty-t wo-year-old K sri GUS -
UV Helten. He was a deserter
lei= the American Army . and
t sire on the run in Lorilen'e
undetworld he had beee• nesing
.as an American officer.
The girl next to hire tette an
eighteen-year-old strip te e a
dancer.
At sixteen she was married to
a British paratrooper, but they
separated and he was later kill-
cci in Arnhem, This was the first
'time an American serving sol-
dier had been tried by a British.
court and the case aroused tre-
mendous interest in the States
Both prisoners pleaded "Net
guilty" and gave evidenee on.
their own behalf.
The girl said she h.ad met.
Hulten for the first time four
days before the murder, but af-
ter the jury had returned their
verdict Mr. Justice Charles said.
that both of them had been an.
gaged "in murderous or nearly
xnurderOus. assaults on other peo-
Pied'
Ort dee occasion Hulten, with
a revolver, held up another oar,
but finder an American officer
in it, he gave up his attempt to
atop it.
The peesecution had. said that
George Heath was told to, drive
to a certaie address. During the
journey Helten stopped the taxi,
got out and shot the driver In.
the back.
While Heath was dying, Htel-
ten pushed him over In the next
seat, took the wheel and drove
!the taxi to a spot near to where,
later, the body was found,
The girl said that Hulten told.
her to go through the dead. man's
[pockets. All they found was a
Wallet containing four £1 notes
and a fountain pen. According to
ititulten, she helped him carry
--leath's body and dump it in.
the ditch. They then drove the
fish to a piece of waste .ground,
threw the wallet away and Weeh-
ed all fingerprints Off the ,044.
Hulten described the ,shooting
of George Heath ay; an accident,
Ira said that he didn't ..know than
the revolver,. which wee eteeten„
was leaded
While she was in pislecto his.
girl eompanion epee Karl :Helton,
this letter: "Dear Reeky, I arrive
ed back to. Hplloway about 1'
p.m. on Monday night. My peoe
pie were in court and I west
talking to thele. after Meet was
ever. They were very worried.
Mum was breaking her heart
over me.
: elf I get sent 'to prison' —.eoh,
rioted -- it will her, So you
see, Ricky, why you must tell
the truth. If I lost my mother I
would go mad. You must tell
the truth, Ricky. Don't you think
have suffered enough being in
Holloway on remand only?
"You promised me in court
you would tell the whole truth.
Do not go back on your word,
Hie:icy. What the pollee have
against me is going through the
man's pockets. Had yeti not or-
dered one to do so I would never
have done it, But as my ow-n. life
was in danger, I did so,
"I could not believe you hate
done it, Ricky. You know the
condition I was in, For hours af-
terwards I was dazed, and still
you threatened me, even whert
you knew I was too seared to go
to the police.
"And there is another thing.
You must tell the police, as you
promised, about the body. I did
riot help you carry him to the
ditch. You know that. 'Ricky, for
God's sake tell the truth, You
and God are the only two who
know of my innocence. Half of
this case is fresh to me.
-The gun, for instance, I didn't
keen- it was stolen, I did not
know your real name, your age,
eour real rank, You were posing
as an officer, I didn't know you
were married and had a child,
I didn't know you had deserted
the Army,
"Why did you do it, Ricky, and
why have you got me into this?
You are making me pay for a
nightmare that I cannot believe
has really happened,
'd beg of you to tell the truth,
Ricky. If you have any respect,
ary honour or pride tett, you will
speak the truth, Ricky,”
When she heard the jury re-
turn a verdict of "Guilty," but
suggested a recommendation to
reerey on her behatf, she began
to scream. While the judge put
on the black cap and sentenced.
her to death, she screamed loud-
er.
Her shouts could still be heard
as she was dragged down to the
eells,
Both prisoners' appeals were
dismissed. But after the'girl had
spent about forty hours in the
death cell she was reprieved. She
served nine years.in jail.
The American Government
sought to obtain a reprieve for
Karl Hulten, but this was refus-
ed and he was hanged in Penton-
Ville on his twenty-third birth-
day.
When she heard. the news, hie
mother, who lived in Cambridge,
Mass., said: "I don't think It was
fair, If they used the girl's
youth as an excuse, why couldn't
youth excuse him?
"My boy was a saint compared
with. those who condemned him.
He was condemned to die for the
satisfaction of bloodthirsty-mind.-
ed England.
"Let them remember it when
elle real hour of justice strikes,
I am still proud of my son."
Keeping Store
In the Back Yard
There was something about
spring that made the younger
set in our little village think of
setting up store. Perhaps it was
because as the snow slowly
melted, treasures of various
kinds were uncovered — dis-
carded cooking utensils, broken
toys, empty bottles.
Amateur store keepers had
only to search behind sheds and
barns and in fence corners to
find plenty of stock.
Not all of our projects were
looked upon with favor by our
elders, but in 'this one we were
encouraged, for it was clean-up
time in Deer Forest, and the.
more things we collected and
took off the premises, the better.
Papa seemed to understand
our urge for storekeeping and
gave us odds and ends to aid
in our enterprise — empty card-
board boxes, cups with handles
missing, a rusty nutmeg grater,
a cracked butter mold.
Bottles were carefully washed
and filled with colored liquid
made by soaking cardboard
boxes, Brown represented vine-
gar and vanilla, red was sup-
posed to be the red kerosene
used by particular housekeepers
to fill their best lamps. Broken
toys were glued together as well
as possible. Battered pans, steel
knives and forks with damaged,
handles, all were washed and
scoured.
Counters were not hard to
provide, Goods came from
Papa's store in sturdy wooden
boxes and we could choose any
we wanted from the pile out-
side waiting to beconverted to
kindling. We set up shop in the
wide-open door of the old wagon
shed.
Usually four or five of. us,
cousins and close friends, work-
ed together on our project,
spending every minute we could
after school, We wanted to have
everything ready by Saturday
when other friends would come
to inspect our efforts and per-
haps a few grown-ups would
drop by.
But one spring, to our surprise
and somewhat to our consterna-
tion, a rival group set up com-
petition under the leadership of
Harry Solem whose father had
recently taken over the other
general store in the village.
Older than our little group, he
rather looked down on us. But
for some reason this back-yard
storekeeping appealed to him,
and. as he had ready access to
his fathers candy counter it was
easy for him to recruit helpers.
It seemed that wherever we.
went hunting stock, Harry and
Iris assistants had been there be-
fore us. He even Went to the
village dump a little way out of
town — something strictly for-
bidden to us, "There's enough
junk right here without drag-
ging It back from the dump," our
Mothers said emphatically.
"I don't see how we can have
a store at all," I said dolefully
one evening at supper. "We can't
get hardly any stock,"
"Well," said Papa, "you kids
always seem to find quite a bit of
that — such as it is, What's the
trouble?"
"Harry Solem's having a Store,
tee, and he's got a lot of big kids
helping him collect staff. They
nearly always get there first or
chase us away. And his father's
giving him peppermints to sell,"
"Ittritere!" said Papa thought-
fully, "I don't like to see Soleni
& Son getting ahead of Halverson
Daughter," My hopes perked
up a little, especially when lie
added', "Maybe we can fureish
some lee on drops and Chid a few
things."
But then lie seemed to forget
all about it, for the next thing
he said was, "Sy' the *ay, .Main-
ina, did I tell you Aiitdn Larson
is thinking of starting. a Meet
market in that bid bending; of
his rieet• cloorl".
"We botild detteittly nee
Meat Merkel here,"
said, looking so interested I
knew there was no use to say
any more about our back-yard
store,
"Hard to tell when he'll get at
really setting up shop. Hasn't
spoken about it to anyone but
me, but he's cleaning out the old
building."
"Guess it needed it," said
Mamma. "Hasn't been touched
since old John Nielsen kept
bachelor quarters there years
ago,"
A great hope dawned in my
heart. If Anton was cleaning out
that old place, there should be
a lovely lot of junk. I planned
to stop there the very next
morning on my way to school,
before Harry found out about it,
writes Alta Halverson Seymour
in the Christian Science Monitor,
Anton was bard at work when
I stopped in the doorway. I
knew he was not one who cared
to have children "bothering
around" as he expressed it, but
I screwed up my courage to
ask, "Could we — if you're
throwing some things away,
could we have them for playing
store?"
I needn't have hesitated, An-
ton was plainly relieved, "Sure,
take all da yunk if you vent it,"
he said. "Or I yust have to cart it
to da dump,"
"Oh we'll take it," I said.
eagerly. "Don't give it to anyone
else, will you?"
' Anton actually chuckled. "I
don't t'ink anyvon else vent it
very bad."
There was a pile ready that
afternoon, and if it looked like
"yunk" to Anton, it looked like
treasure to -us — old books,
,,esses
queer pictures in old-fashioned
frames, some of them broken, a
gently old. clock with rusty
works, other battered gear, On
top of the pile was a rusty iron
teakettle, "Don't you want that?"
I asked,
"No von likes dose heavy
Veep; any more," Anton said.
"Da vimmen all vant copper
vons now or nickel,"
We carried it all to our yard
and went blissfully to work,
cleaning, polishing, arranging.
One of the boys made an impres-
#lve VsomeWhat crooked sign:
4.'%11And °Peeling fuser VOIeesT
EMperRIUM
'$ater.PAY 9t04 a,rn,
LEMON DRo pS: for Sale
CRUX'
•.Saturday ..found us on hand
early and a few curioos. euetene.
.0114 soon came. Lemon deeps Wel
,fast, • "Oely a penny's worth to
customer," I Warned •
.101" said a derisive voice.
• '°Is that .50?" Harry Wein had,
come to Inspect the rival .estab-
lielueent, and lie reached right
Into the lemon-drop container
and grabbed a handful, "So this
ise the stook yott were bragging
Omit?" he jeered, "We wouldn't
have junk like this, You just
ought to see ours!"
"Why don't you go back to it
then, if it's se grand?" I demand-
ed fiercely,
We were upset by this high-
handed procedure but didn't
quite know what to do, for
Harry was bigger than any of
us, Then, to our relief we saw
'two totally unexpected custom-
ers coming — Miss Crabtree, the
school principal, and our pri-
mary. teacher, Miss Ellen. "It
might just be the beginning —"
Miss Crabtree was saying,
"What a nice store!" she said.
as she game up. She • turned to
Harry, her voice sharpening,
"What are you doing here? I
'thought yeu had a store of your
own,"
Harry mumbled something
about just leaving, and started. to
go.. But an exclamation from.
Miss Crabtree stopped him,
"Look, Ellen, at these old books
and pictures! And the teakettle!
isn't this a tine start, for our MU,
AW-Mi?"
"Museum?" I asked encertairte
ly, I had no idea what that wee
but couldn't help sending a tree
elephant glance Harry whoto
jaw was fairly dropping i..n Mr-
prise
"Xesi Miss Ellen and I think
it would be fine to collect aenyte
things the early settlers used and,
display them in a school mu.
seem, Tee setteel board think
so, too, Would you Illte to sefi
these to us?"
"We'll give thesis; to the
school," I said, very proud lee
make the first donation, "won't
we, kids?"
"Maybe Harry has something'
he'd like to give, too," said Miss
Ellen, a little edge in her voice.
Site didn't like to have her
pupils teased by older boys, But
Harry was already rennieg out
of the yard.
He made a face at us over hie
shoulder as he turned the cor-
ner, but we didn't mind, Weren't
we having a share in the neve
school museum? Our back-yard,
storekeeping may have had art
unpromising start but it was
more than making up for It now,
This was a flourishing season foe
the Deer Forest Emporium.
GONE — BUT NOT
FORGOTTEN
Reporting the disappearance of
her husband to police authoritiee
at Pistoria, Italy, a woman ene
plained that the last she had
seen of him was forty-two years
ago.
She hastily added ", , . I war*
him back because I've run out
of money,"
10 IN ARMS ttiedged by repealed booing, Nikila khruehcheee
lses Iris dettie :di/tithe-ad in deiivenng an abusive tirade- dor,
Mg hit* fare:Welt news eoefeterteee in Parii,
WESTERN LEADERS AT FINAL MEETING — Western officials gather around the conference table
for a final ceremonial meeting in the woke of the aborted Summit Conference. Shown in
the Elysee Palace are clockwise from far left: President Eisenhower, unidentified; Col, Vernon
Walters, Mr, Eisenhower's interpreter; French Premier Michel Debra/ Interpreter Andronik'ov4
French President de Gaulle; French Foreign Minister Maurice Couye de Muryille; British
Prime Minister Macmillan; and Sir Gladwyn Jebb, British Ambassador to France,