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The Brussels Post, 1960-08-18, Page 4uatgatt UP, UP, UP — and DOWN — Sequence camera records seat ejection system developed by Re- public for the F-1 05D fighter-bomber. Lower left, ejection is begun by on exploding cart- ridge. Rocket then Ignites, lifting pilot and seat 200 feet high to guarantee safe ejection even during take-off. Finally, the pilot drifts down via parachute while the empty seat hurtles on. Blast-off type ejector seat has been in use for a while but rocket booster is a new idea. A Birthday Visit To Auntie's Farm The Lady Waited To Be Killed Dark, handsome, with bushy Victorian side - whiskers and outwardly courtly matinee, Dr. Eugene Chantrelle came from France to Edinburgh in his early thirties to teach languages in the city's leading schools. Elizabeth Cullen Dyer, a girl of fifteen, was one of his pupils — modest, dark- haired, daintily pretty, She was by no means the first schoogirl to get a crush on her tutor, nor he the first teacher to fall for the innocent charms of a pupil. With his romantic French temperament he wasn't slow to take advantage of her inexper- ience. Tongues wagged about their association, which could hardly be kept secret in Vic- torian Edinburgh, so he did the "right thing" and married her. A picturesque pair they made — he in his dandified dark coat and light trousers, she in her high-collared satin coat, billow- ing crinoline and flowered hat coyly perched on dark tresses. Despite the disparity in their ages there was no apparent reason why they shouldn't settle to a happy family life, with cultured, scholastic friends, demure tea parties and musical evenings. For some time they appeared to do so; and In fact there were four children to the marriage. But there was an abnormal, sad- istic streak in Chantrelle's char- acter. He assumed the role of a reck- less, swashbuckling, domineering d'Artagnan minus the muske- teer's gallantry. He even carried a loaded pistol about with him, and sometimes flourished it to terrorize people. He wasn't content to be tjust a teacher: he had to impress people that he was made of snore adventurous stuff, His Gallic vanity was to be his undoing. One day the eldest boy got hold of the pistol, pulled the trigger, and slightly wounded both his father and little brother, the bullet hitting Chantrelle's thumb. Any normal father would have flung the pistol away or sold it after that, for the Inci- dent — which might have ended fatally — must have given the young mother a shock. But Chan- trelle kept it to terrorize her, too. Whatever dreams she original- ly had had of long and happy married life were soon dispelled. She constantly complained of his brutality and repeatedly threat- ened to leave him, but could never bring herself to do so. He threatened to shoot her, and boasted that, with his medical knowledge, he could easily poi- son her by a method the Edin- burgh Faculty would never de- tect. "Well, Mamma," she wrote in one letter home, "If you do not want me to be murdered out- right, you nest see that all I can do is to leave him at ':nee." When domestic matters were almost at breaking point he went to an insurance comnany and ask- ed the manager aferrit benefits in the event of death due to an overdose of medicine. if he could insure the lives of himself end his wife against fatal acci- dents and what the premium would be. He then took out poli- cies for 83,000- on each life. When Elizabeth discovered this she was in a panic. "My life," she wrote, "Is now insured and, Mamma, you will see that it will go soon after this insurance!" It is incredible that she did _nothing to ensure her safety be- yond calling the police once or twice when rows occurred and Chanteelle was dangerously vio- lent. On one occasion when a eanstable took him into custody, fearing that he might do some- thing desperate, he swore in a antic rage: "I will do for her Such domestic scenes behind the stolid facade of Victorian rove:.tabi:ity were not rare. The eard in the Chentrelle home is inflamed by incompatibility t ege and blood: Ls climax came on New Yea* Day, after the wild celebration of Hogmanay. Elizabeth could swallow nothing without being sick. Early the next morning the housemaid found her groaning in bed, violently ill. She called the master from the adjoining room where he'd slept with the children -- an unusual thing for him to do — then went to them. When she returned to the Chantrelles' bedroom he was coming away from the window. "Do you notice a smell of gas?" he aexed her. No, she didn't, she said, and went down to the kit- chen. There she did detect a smell of gas, which seemed to drift down from upstairs, So did Dr. Carmichael, who had been summoned to attend Mrs Chan- teethe A gas-fitter was called in. By the window he found that a gas- bracket had been removed and behind the shutter a freshly broken gas pipe with the broken- off end lying on a ledge below. It had been broken by being bent backward and forward, as one breaks a piece of wire. Before Mrs. Chantrelle was taken to the infirmary, Chan- trelle seemed particularly anxi- ous to bring to everyone's notice the smell of gas in the room. He didn't appear to be worrying overmuch about his wife's con- dition, and when she died in the infirmary, did not display any signs of grief. Questioned about the gas pipe, he said he knew nothing of it. If he hoped that the medical ex- perts would attribute death to gas-poisoning he was disappoint- ed. They found that Mrs. Chan- trelle had died of opium poison- ing. He was arrested and charg- ed with murder. At the trial the crown was able to produce damning evidence. Another gas-fitter testified that, some eighteen months previously, he had remedied a gas escape from the same pipe. Chantrelle remarked: "I didn't know there was a gas pipe behind this shut- ter." But he knew of it at the time of the murder. It was also dis- covered that, about the time he took out the insurance policies, he bought from a chemist a dra- chm (sixty grains) of extract of opium comprising thirty fatal doses. No trace of it could be found anywhere in the house. At the time of his wife's death he was at least S600 in debt. Although he protested his in- nocence he was found guilty, and while awaiting execution was alleged to have snarled to one of his warders: "Would that I could place a fuse in the centre of this earth, that I could Wow- it to pieces and with it the whole of humanity! I hate them!" His tragedy was that he had come to hate the wife he had married as a fresh young school- girl, and all the constraints and responsibilities marriage implied. Frenchmen in Britain do not make very accomplished murder- ers. Like Vaquier, the Byfleet poisoner, he blundered all along the line, leavirg clues which were bound to tell acainst him. He had threatened her life in the pretence of a constable, took out insurance policies after signi- ficant inquiries, did not trouble to cover up his purchase of opium and, despite his vaunted medical knowledge, chose a method which medical experts could readily Identify. The most remarkable thing in this domestic drama is the fact that Elizabeth continued to live with him though she knew that one day he would murder her. Perhaps her love for her four children held her captive', to become almost a voluntary sacri- fice, There are some things that money Just can't buy, you know. Health and Iove and happiness and Whet it did ten scars ago. Wife to husband: Are you a man or a enetrae? Ceanc on now, &gunk up! Fortunately for us, our thir- teen aunts had different names — all but the three Aunt Afinles, and we escaped confusion there by some additions of our own. Mamma's eldest sister was call- ed Aunt Annie-Agnes for the simple reason that her daugh- ter, youngest, a great favourite among our fifty-eight first cou- sins, was named Agnes. Our visits to the farm of Aunt Annie and Uncle Olaf were high points. Though Agnes was sev- eral years older than I, she was still a fun-loving, thorough-go- ing tomboy, exactly to my taste, and I tagged her joyfully around. . Uncle Olaf, a true Viking, tall and broad and sandy-haired, with laugh wrinkles around his blue eyes, and quiet, gentle Aunt Annie gave us such a feel- ing of welcome• that we always loved to go there, but our fa- vourite time was the last of ,Tune, Agnestslairthday, a day se- cond in our calendar only to Christmas, We always expected that day to be sunny. Uncle Olaf and the boys put up a tent on the lawn which was kept neatly cropped 'by the sheep, The tent itself was gla- mourous enough, but almost more fun was the long rope swing they hung for us between two tall oak trees — a swing so high it would actually double back on itself and terrify me, though Agnes and my sister Ethel, standing facing each other on the swing board, "pumped up" until you could hardly see them among the leaves. Early in the morning of the great day, Papa hitched Roam to the light spring wagon which would hold not only our family but three or four cousins, and away we went, Mamma driving, for keeping store in our little Wisconsin town meant long hours in those early days of the century and Papa could seldom take a whole summer day off. On one al these occasions I Was glad to hear him say, "Think maybe I'll try to catch a ride out to Olaf's in time for supper, Haying's a little late this year and the farmers are mostly working too late to came in to tree° evenings." It was only two and a half males 'to the farm but the way seemed Iowa, we were so eager to get there. But there it wee et lest, and Agnes was; Uniting to open the big barnyard gate. Pleat there were presentee of coeree, and then menet: "Iglu, Sheep, Run" fa special Wine of eiline (envie played its teams awl makine full (tee of the tent), true tag among the oak trees On the hewn, end Of coulee end- lee; s valt =pa. All of 1.11i.; vvt:3 trengeeteus furl, bet there veal one reeeial ihing 1 1;,:•0t waitieg for-egotee- thing e ttere aThewed to do telly 1,:_:e. Hey we:, pitcht;(1 etOwli Irian the loft lute an open :nen from whore it was forked inte the nulugors for the liorsee and came., and we had the bliss of climbing the ladder to the haymow- and jumping down into the pile of hay. It was almost like flying. That morning Uncle Olaf end -Couains Eddie .and Ralph were busy getting in the last of the bay, for Ten Olaf looked at te teliey .ky and read the thy was a "weather-breeder" and tomorrow it would rain. As soon as the hay was in, we could do all the jumping we wanted to. One game 'followed another, and almost before we knew it, Aunt Annie and Cousin Clara were bringing our dinner out to the tent — chickens and all the geed things that went with it such as new currant jelly and fresh homemade bread. All of this was spread on a tablecloth laid on the grass, and we sat around it with the tent flaps up for coolness. We were just starting our second help- ings when there was a Wadies commotion. Around the cornet of the house, half a dozen pigs came scuffling and squealing and pushing each other right to- ward the 'tent. Almost before we could jump up in alarm and dis- may, they had rushed upon our picnic meal and were finishing it off with grunts and squeals Of approval. Uncle Olaf , and the big boys— rushed out leughing so hard they could hardly drive the pigs away. But it didn't seem funny at all to me. I thought they had. about ruined Agne.s'e big day. "Come in the house. There's plenty more," Aunt Annie call- ed. But for once my appetite was gone, and I was swallowing hard to keep from crying. Perhaps Cousin Eddie noticed it, for he said, "Come on, kid, ride out to the field with us and come back on the hayload, Ralph and I are going out as soon as the horses are fed and rested a little." • I accepted with joy. It et e fun out in the hayfield. As my cousins expertly pitched that hay so it formed a balanced load, they made all sorts of jokes about the various kinds df pigs that had come to the party and other witticisms that appealed strongly to my seven- year-old sense of humour. By the time I was perched high on the load for the ride to the barn, my spirits were high too, writes Alta Halverson Seymour in the Christian Science Monitor. The others were jumping in the hay when we got there, but they eeattered quickly when the big rack came in sight. I had watched the unloading protege more than once. Some- one high up in the barn would let the big hayfork dewy] from the ',Pato, and it would scoop tip a load of hay end celery it to ilt loft. Teteny it woe may tom- eny cousin itener, who was up there, reedy to let the heyfree; dew n. "I'm coming down with At." she called, "and ride to the loft en the hay!" It looked like fun, and all the oth.sr cousins minted a ride too, • fleet{ and teeth vient the hay. ferk, c..r i time with a puree ger thauting te,c1 eitopt ;n,u, Alta?" Cut sin Eddie feared. "You're the littlert, but that's no rearem you can't haven ride. Went to get one" I felt a little • y as watched the big 1 twinging high up theme, bte . did want the ride, and I . nodded a little breathlessly. The fork swung back slowly, and when it was filled Eddie tucked me in among the hay. "Hang on tight," he said, and Agnes pulled the rope. My heart wag beatine fast, but there was bliss in the high, smooth ride. That is, until sud- denly we came to such a jerky stop I almost fell off. "Hang on," called Eddie an- xi o u s 1 y. "Something seems wrong with the rope." I saw him scrambling as fast as he could to the high beam, and I knew he-must be doing something to the mechanism up there. No one spoke, but I could see the anxious fiaces of the older Cousins down below me as they watched first Eddie, then. me, "Hold on tight," they warn- ed, and I did my best, hoping no one would see how scared I was. It seemed a long time I was suspended there, high in the barn, but at last Eddie called out, "Now pull, Ralph!" The fork began to move and soon, I was dumped, shaky but safe, with the rest of the load into the big, soft haymow. For once, I didn't even want to jump down, I descended by the ladder, and was glad to see Papa standing there now with .the others. "Whew!" Eddie said, wiping his forehead, and all the freckles seemed to be standing out on, his face. "I was afraid that rope might rbeak. Scared, kid?" "Oh, no-o-o-l" I said, "not a bit!" But I could hear my voice trembling in spite of my ef- forts. "Reminded me of the time I got stuck on the Ferris wheel at the World's Fair," Papa said. "We hung up there about an hour while they tinkered with the machinery, and I had a bet- ter view of Chicago than I ever care to have again. Maybe I wasn't as brave as Alta," he gave me a wink, "but I was awfully glad to get my feet on the ground." I nodded fervent- ly. I knew just how he felt. But Aunt Annie was calling us to an early supper and Cou- sin Agnes seized my hand and began to run. "Come on," she said. "Let's get at that supper before the pigs do," Sound Values Sir Alec Guinness, popular British actor, has just turned down a cool $1.4 million to act in a series of television plays advertising an American beer. To the man on the street it may come as a surprise that Mr. Guinness was not already in the business of leaking and peddling famous Irish stout by the same n :urge Compact Cars Cause Headaches Compact automobiles •-• Am- erican and European — seem to be creating considerable head- scratching not only within the auto industry but deep within various phases of the American economy. There are small "putt-putts" and there are larger compacts 'but they all affect a wide vari- ety of important businesses such as the steel, rubber, textile, oil, and gasoline industries plus various types of vital highway, 'bridge and tunnel construction. They even affect the budget of the United States Government and the budget of every state in the Union, Why? Because they use less gasoline. This means less state and federal gasoline tax income. The situation has already reach- ed the point where it hurts. Recently a man and his wife drove an Austin 850 with bag- gage from Now York to Wash- ington and back on $1.97 worth . of gas. This is no isolated case. The same car was driven in the Republic Motor Sports Club sixth annual economy run re- cently at Farmingdale, Long Is- land, and achieved 68.24 miles per gallon. A family in Niles, Illinois, re- cently drove a Morris 1,000 from Miami Beach to Seattle towing a trailer weighing 1,500 pounds and averaged 32.4 m.p.g. This correspondent consistent- ly drives a five-passenger MG Magnette on 300-mile runs aver- aging 30 miles a gallon. The American compacts are gas- savers, too. It has been estimat- ed that a standard American auto. has an average gas con- sumption of 14.25 Ameri- Can compacts 20 m.p.g.; and for- eign compacts 28 m.p,g, Actually, the compacts are proving a number of things. A tax can reach a point of dimin- ishing returns. For intance, the combination of some state, fe- deral, and local taxes goes as high as 14 cents a gallon. This is higher than the gasoline price at the refinery. Such taxes have been forcing many people to find a way to ease such a heavy pocketbook bite. United States vehicle opera- tors paid out a record $0,500,00,- COO in state and federal high•• way taxes last year. And here is a very important Ito et of the situation -a- of that steggering suns, the federal government alone collected $4,000,000,000 to. automotive excise taxes, an in- crease of $640,000,000 over the previous year. Another important facet is that over $1,600,000,000, or near- ly 43 per gent of the federal total went to non-highway uses in the general government ex- penditure Lund while the re- mainder was devoted to the highway trust fund, writes Hara ry C. Kennedy in the Christian Science Monitor. This represents the highest automotive tax sum diverted to the general fund in a single year since passage of the 1950 Federal Highway Aid Act, And. this is where a lot of budgets get hit when tax income de.- clines. Some of the best thinking in Detroit and New York is that half of all American cars sold in 1961 will be compacts. Euro- pean imports are expected to continue at a high level. There is no doubt in the minds of the • auto executives that Americans are now economy- minded, Many of the auto buy ers, they say, are not only cost- shy but they really are coming to like the smaller cars with. simple lines that are comfort- able to drive, to park, and main- taiLen in the larger ears, buyers are turning from the bulky, "Christmas-tree" decorated auto to the more sedate, funrtionat, and economic. The police have been forced into the act, too. They are con- stantly confronted with two compacts parked under one meter. And what is the highway patrol officer to do whea one compact passes another on the. same side of a double line? There are also some compacts so low that they go right under toll gates which rise at the de- posit of a coin. Cartoonists a n d comedians have had a field day ever since the little cars first scrambled in from Europe but now there is a new melody or two. DRIVE WITH CARE TOKYO PROTEST — Japanese labor unionists demonstrate itr front of the U.S. Embassy in Tokyo, carrying sign vehicle reeds, "We Dislike Ike," FIRE AND EXPLOSION RIP ATOMIC SUB Foamite is pumped into the atomic submarine S,rgn (tee) after a fire and explo- sion ripped the after torpedo room. the Navy tried to oetieguish the blaze by submerging the stern (bottom). When the water was pumped cut, an inspectioe clisciteed that fire still yntaldetea among combustible material including mattresses. Tito 3...trgors skipper, Lt, Cmdr. John Nicholson, ordered the stern lowered and partially flooded again to insure that the flirt was out and avert clanger of torpedo wcset,,ads nxplodhir3. crow mem- ber was reported missing. MARCHING AGAINST `THIS own — Carrying their nationol desiglietioes, marchers make their way through the English countryside toward land:,n. An estimated' 100,000 persons converg- od on Trafalgar Square in the hear,I. of the tlritin,h profeating nuclear arms raco.