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1KIRST SPACE TRAVELIER — This is Mal, Yuri Gagarin, the 27-
year-old Russian Air Force man who rode a space ship around
the earth and returned safely.
Up In The Air With A Great Poet
GAGARIN STEPS INTO HISTORY — Yuri Gagaelo waves from
the top of his space ship's ramp moments before embarking
an his orbital flight around the earth.
took off the first .K men .1Ln4
their personal gear.
Meanwhile, back an. the. bridge.
et the stricken ship,.Captain
.panikelpedos had to decide wile,
ther to obey a tradition of the;
AAA and remain with his .eore+
mend and cargo, worth .about
million. Soon he radioed the.
Owner's agent ashore; "The men,
ter definitely to going to star
regardless of who says what .
"Owner approves,".. came the
reply, "but wants it known 0
wasn't an order."
Captain. Papan4kolpules
led, that over, perhaps rernein.
berihg that as long as the tugs
hired by his owners had lines to
the ship nobody else could claim
salvage, lie then required whets
they he -must stay Alone, Indeed,
he must, the beach thestwered,
"The master- is of the opinion,"
lte now radioed, . "he doesn't
want to stay aboard 'alone."
When the Coast Guard boat..
()erne back to the Dominator,
Captain Papanikolpulos 'bag"
gage lit hand---was waiting with
the remainder of his crew,
For most salt-water buffs, that
would have been the final cue-
-Lain to the drama of the Domin
actor, But southern Californiana
continued to rush
toward the disaster scene in ,Pste
los Verdes, Purveyors of hot
dogs and soda pop appeared to
stoke up flagging curiosity seek-
ers, Desperate police blockaded.
the roads, issued summonses re-
turnable at $10 each, And dill
they came.
Many didn't even stop at the
water's edge. On snolboercts, in
skin-diving rigs, in little more
than . sheen glee, they swarmed
in the water around the Domi-
nator and clambered on board.
A Marine Corps helicopter had
to pluck several off the abandon-
ed vessel. Life guards •Savecie
others, cut and floundering •amid,
the jagged rocks,
Apparently nothing short, a
sinking would end Dominator's
travail.
Shipwreck Causes
„ 'Traffic. Jaml
ogt od, Vancouver, and,
Portland with R„,000 one of grain,
the Oreo-owned freighter Do-
;Alcatel' ateanied earefAlly down
the etialtitern,,Citlifereta coast one
night reeently, groping in heavy
fog for the entrance to Los An-
gelea, Harlem,. where she was to
top off fuel 'bunions for the long
voyage to Algeria. With a suds
den, sickening grate and crunch.
the Dominator ran hard aground.
At daylight next morning,
Capt. Charitos Papanikolpulos
and his crew of aa could under-
stand the extent of their plight.
•The 441-foot, 10,000-ton Domina-
tor, a World War IT Liberty ship,
eat on a rocky reef 100 yards
out from the 1,000-foot bluff of
the Palos Verdes peninsula. It
would take an unusually high
tide to float her 'free, not many
high seas to break her up.
This is the stuff of which rich
drama is fashioned--bold seamen
and a vessel ie. peril., The news,
what's more, was light in Cali-
fornia. The Joseph Contacts and
Jack .London of press, radio,
and television went to work' on
the raw material, by afternoon,
had lured thousands to the cliff-
top theater south of Los Angeles
to see the drama below,
That's when a keen observer
of maritime adventure could
have guessed that here was a sea
dory with a difference,
The orew of bold shipwrecked
/seamen whiled, away the hours
with fishing, eating, dozing, and
waving to the spectators far
above. The spectators, many
equipped with lunch baskets and
lawn chairs, waved back, Occa-
sionally, outraged occupants of
fine homes came out to rail at
the sight-seem, Not until night-
fall did the ship's master call for
hel `:Dominator breaking up. .es-
ter requests assistance,"
By that time the sea was be-
ginning to run high and. rescuers
decided to wait for morning, The
tide of onlookers was running
just as high—more than 0,000 by
one count—and Palos Verdes
police called for help from neigh-
boring communities, The traffic
jam continued throughout the
night,
Caine the second dawn, Tugs
now had lines to the ship, Two
Coast Guard cutters stood by to
rescue the crew. A lauding craft
bobbed at Dominator's side and
the crew began to assemble their
baggage on deck. Lt, Comdr..
Eugene McCrory, skipper of the
cutter Heather, was annoyed.
The Dominator was already tak-
ing water; if water reached that
grain, it would swell and burst
the ship into shipyard plates.
"Tell them to -forget that bag-
gage," he called to the rescue
boat.t
luggage, no go," a Doinin-
acrewman shouted back,
o
"No
The Coast Guard. surrendered,
We talked mostly of earthy
things, skipped quickly over
polities, touched briefly on the
space age, exchanged comments
on travel, and aired our feelings
on :the younger generation.
But it was the earthy things
we talked about with such
wa,pirith and exuberance.
We talked Of the beauty of
rambling stone walls that stitch
together New England's boun-
dary lines; of lush pasturelands
upon which plump cattle !feed;
of clear, cool mountain streams
that nourieh the most delicate
meadow flower into bloom and
give such vibrant life to a noble
elm or sweeping willow tree.
We spoke of the cathedral-
like h ue h of a woodland of
maples and birches; of the
stanchness and stability of both
the White Mountains of New
Hampshire and the G r e en
Mountains of Vermont; end the
serene little New England vil-
lages where neighbourliness and
friendliness are as much a natur-
al attribute of the people as their
ability to make a good living
from the land.
"It's the New Englander's un-
oanny ability to get the most
from the least," said Mr. Frost,
"that has made him such an in-
dependent, hardy individual."
Then lie told the tel story
to drive home his point:
"An Iowa farmer, touring 'Ver-
mont, stopped to watch his coun-
terpart digging in the soil.
"'Pretty thin scratching, ain't
it,' commented the Iowan,
"'Not bad,' replied the Ver-
monter, not even looking up.
"'Where I come from in Iowa
our leant goes down for a foot
or more'
"'That so!' mumbled the Ver-
monter, scratohing a bit harder.
"'Can't make a living here, I
betcha,' persisted the Iowan,
"'We do all right,' replied the
Vermonter straightening up and
looking the Iowan in the eye,
'and What we have left over we
invest in Iowa farm Mortgages.'"
— By Leavitt F. Morris in the.
Christian Science Monitor,
RISING SKYWARD — Sciviet
space ship bearing cosmonaut
Vuri Gagarin Mods froth its
launching pod to carry hirn oh
a space flight around the earth.
Robert Frost, America's fore-
most poet, and I had supper to-
gether the other evening. It was
an impromptu gee-together; one
which neither of us had planned
or least expected. We both were
'bound for Israel — he for the
more noble purpose of giving a
series of readings and lectures at
the Hebrew University of Jeru-
salem and I to cover the open-
ing of the Sheraton Corpora-
tion's new hotel in Tel Aviv.
We of the press had been in-
formed earlier that the distin-
guished poet would be aboard
our Ea Al flight to Israel. It was
with great and eager anticipa-
tion that I looked forward to
seeing and meeting Mr. Frost in
Person if only for the moment
of a handshake. For his poetry
is the type of poetry I under-
stand.
His poetry is about the land I
love, the scenes I know, the sim-
ple, solid people I live among.
His verse is crisp and clear, de-
lightfully descriptive, refreshing-
ly spontaneous, spiced with wit,
and, mellowed with a genuine
understanding of simplicity and
humility.
This was not, as was quite ap-
parent in Mr. Frost's casualness
in checking in for the flight, his
first long airplane journey. In-
deed, he was plainly dressed in
a many-seasoned topcoat, a felt
hat which might have been
bought especially ear the trip at
the insistence of his daughter,
and canvas - top, rubber - soled
shoes. A blue woolen scarf hung
loosely about his neck. Me, Frost
looked as though he might have
just returned from his Vermont
village post office rather than
soon to leave for faraway Asia
Minor.
Mr, Frost is a youthful 87
years. His stride is determined
and measured; his step light. He
took keen interest in pre-flight
preparations and found the He-
brew inscription behind the
ticket counter, "I bare you an
eagles' wings" (Exodus 19:4),
most assuring.
Moments before take-off the
greet jet developed mechanical.
diffieulties and we were forced
to return to the Idlewild Termin-
al Building where we were in-
formed there would be a two-
hour delay and that during the
interval the evening meal would
be served.
It was at this interval that
Robert Frost and I. had "supper"
together. At the• same table with
U.S was Mr. Frost's travelling
compariion, New Hatespehiee -
born. Larry Thompson, professor
of Efiglish at Princeton Univer-
sity.
This, I think, is as it should
have been. For Mee Frost, Mr;
Thompson, and I have much in
common, We three, while seine,
what diversified in our respec-
tive professions, hold deeply in
our hearts the warmest af tee-
tion for New England. This tunny
of feeling quite unconsciously, I
ani sure, formed' a strong bond
between us as was later t vt-
danced throughout the tram-At-
lantic crossing and on into Tel
Aviv.
This evening meet, retereed
sumptuously to ley El Al as tatt
eight-course dinner," was serv-
ed in Et room Itnc.wn as the Gq-i-
den Door. A ramrod-erect wahor
"dealt" from under his arm in
a most dexterous manner, Mete
menus, enby-2 1es feet in elm
'There was a maze of type r.f-
feting everything from
sant under glass to thick steaks.
`"'()hat's toe big and too much
for tie," laughed Mr. Prot,
handing the menu hack. ''We just
want a little 'supper.' 86:
:Frost settled for a ditch of freah
fruit and I for ext Omelet
Beggars — Yet Hod
Plenty of jroneyi
Misers are a thing of the past
in a Britain thaehas "never had
it so good," report welfare ex-
perts who recently made a study
of modern spending habits. But
no matter how prosperous the
times some people will still re-
tain the urge to spend as little
as possible,
One man who died of near
starvation recently was later
found to have more than 825,000
in the bank. Another, who died
of exposure, was rushed to hos-
pital where $1,500 was found
hidden in. his wooden leg.
While the ability to save
money is a thing to be admired,
the penny-pinching and sheer
meanness of a miser has always
puzzled the average person. Ex-
perts have explained it as being
due to an "unbalanced mental
state" and have cited cases to
prove it.
One man became a miser af-
ter being jilted by a girl, She
turned him, down because, she
said, "he lacked the enterprise
of a real lover and never seemed
to have any money he could call
his own,"
The man was shattered, He
went to a lonely hamlet and
made a home in a ramshackle
wooden hut, existing on the bare
minimum of food, He took hie
marriage savings with him, bur-
ied them under the floorboards
and from that day on hoarded
every penny he could lay hands
on, When he died, large sums of
money were found in various
hiding places in the hut,
A sight that always amused
passers-by on a New York street
corner was a beggar known to
everyone as "Mr. Paine." In a
threadbare frock-boat and shoes
that showed his toes poking
through them, he begged nickels
from anyone who went near him.
Yet on his death relatives
wrangled in court over his sole
possession -- a brown paper pare
eel he had given to a friend for
safe keeping — which was found
to content banknotes to the Value
of $240,000.
Perhaps there is more in the
sayihg "tiently wise pourid
foolish" than meets` the eyet
dream," he agreed, and almost
abruptly left the stranger and
began his homeward journey,
Once Chapman reached his
home in Swaffham ho wasted no
time. He hurried into the garden
and, although exhausted by his
travels, immediately took a
spade and started to dig furi-
ously beneath the solitary fruit
tree.
He had dug only a foot down,
when his spade struck something
hard, It was an earthenware pot,
It was crammed to the brim
with gold pieces! His terrible
ordeal had been well worth
while. Here were riches indeed.
Then he saw something Ise.
On the lid of the pot was the
Inscription: "Under me doth lie
one richer than I."
Chapman resumed his digging
like a man possessed, And again
his efforts were rewarded.
He found another earthenware
pot, roughly double the size of
the other. And when he removed
the lid he saw that it, too, was
filled with gold,
_The tinker flung down his
spade in triumph, His weary tra-
vels had not been in vain. Those
dreams had been proved true.
Great riches were his.
An unbelievable story? It may
seem so, but it has a sequel. In
1486, a north aisle was added to
Swaffham Church. And it was
John Chapman, the poor tinker,
who provided the necessary
money,
In the s a n5 e building Is a
prayer-desk with the effigies of
.Tohn. Chapman, his wife and his
dog.
In Swaffman market - place
stands' a sign which commemor-
ates John and his dog. On this is
the inscription: "Ye tiriker of
Swaffman who did by a dream
find a great treasure."
His Dreams Led Him
To A Fortune
Haggard, teavel-Wern. hie loot
',hotted in rags, the stranger ;stag-
gered into the roadside inn.
"Give me lood, end drink," he
entreated. "I .ash starving!"
The landlord eyed him coldly.
"Food, drink?" he echoed "Ay,
you shall have those when I see
the colour of your money," And
he winked ,significantly at the
crowd of customers,
John Chapman sighed wearily.
"But I have no money," he re-
plied sadly. "I have journes ed
tar, and art of it has been spent,
But give me what I beg and I
swear that I will rapes v"u
four-fold!"
At this the customers mired
with laughter. The poor, broken-
down specimen of humanity
scarcely inspired confiders*'.
Then the landlord snapped:
"I've met your sort before. Get
out!"
John Chapman made one more
effort. "But it is true," he Pre-
tested, "For three nights in suc-
cession I had a eneecoloue
dreamt
" `Go to London Bridge,' I was
told. 'and you will meet a men
who will make you rich.'
"I am on my way there now.
Aid me. and you shall be greatly
eewarded,"
It was too much for the inn-
.keeper. Ha seized Chapmait and
flung hint outside.
"Come back when yeti. are
rich," he jeered.
John Chapman picked himself
sep. He had grown accustomed to
:tuch treatment on his long
journey from the market town
of Swaffham, Norfolk, to the
outskirts of. London. Yet that res
eurring dream had been so vivid
that there could be no room for
doubt. Otherwise he would never
have left his work as a tinker
:end taken the long road to Lott-
don,
It had been a hard road. Soon
his pockets were empty, and he
bad to eat what he could iind.
Most of the time he was hungry,
thirsty and cold.
But he had never given up,
and nothing would turn hint
aside now. Grimly, he set off
once more, his stomach empty,
his mouth parched, his whole
body aching with weariness.
Eventually he reached London
Bridge — and immediately ut-
tered a prayer of thankfulness.
Then he sought the man with
the gold.
All that day John Chapman
searched in vain. And at last he
gave up hope, writes R, T. Coo-
per in "Tit-Bits."
"The people who called me
mad were right!" he told himself
bitterly. "I have indeed, taken
leave of my senses,"
Sick with disappointment, he
started to turn homewards, But,
at that moment a prosperous-
looking man approached him.
"I have been watching you,
erienci," he said. "What Is your
business here?"
John Chapman looked at him
warily. "Why am I here?" he
repeated. "Merely because of a
dream!"
At this the man roared with.
laughter.
"A dream?" he chuckled.
"Surely you don't believe in, such
nonsense? Why, I myself had a
dream the other night, and what
S dolt I should have been to pay
attention to it!"
Chapman asked what the
dream was about,
"Oh, it stupid thing concerning
4, person and place I know noth-
ing about.
"I was told to hurry to a town
palled Swefham and find the
garden of a tinker named. John.
hapman. Then, if I dug be
Beath the on ly tree growing
there, should find a crock of
gold!"
John Chapman gasped. This
was incredible, Puzzled by these
disclosures, he was tempted to
tell the story of his own three
dreams.
But native caution made him
decide against it.
"Undoubtedly a foolish
Q. What is the proper -way for
a Woman to give a luncheon in
her home?
A. Invitations may be extend-
ed over the telephone or by in-
formal note. The time is usually
between one and two. The lun-
cheon may provide the only en-
tertainment, or may be followed
by cards, The menu should in-
clude an appetizer, a main course
of meat, and two vegetables; a
salad, rolls or hot biscuits, des-
sert, and coffee.
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