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The Brussels Post, 1961-08-24, Page 5to obtain vital supplies despite rationing and shortages, were 0 unorthodox that they frequently. got him Into. hot water wit h higher au thori ties. "Chitty's" one singular failure climv, attempting to demonstrate iha merits of a self-beating can of. food on the desk of a rather eltiatingniShed senior oPliCet, As time went on, and the number of ,devices being smug. glee( into POW parcels increase ed, it was inevitable that 1.49. Germans Should discover some; of the .methods employed, rnediately word reached 1-futt,ort that a discovery had been made, a new ruse .had to be thought up, "Chitty" himself was amaz- ed to learn from an American officer, years after the war, that his unique burial vault nide-out. had been known e.,) this offiter. The significance of this wholit Amazing effort should be mea- sured,, not merely in recording the number of men who success., fully escaped from confinement, but in the intense. morale factor. which this clandestine supply off! escape material was to the thous sands of Allied airmen and other prisoners, who knew that these efforts were continuing Le order to encourage men to es- cape. Many hundreds of escapees can be glad that an eccentric genius named Hutton once pitted :his. wits against the great non- dini, for that is really how this fascinating narrative begins, They Asked, For lit - And They Got lit 11 After futile. efforts to mays vacationing Belgian Princess Pae ola in a bikini, Italy's roving, celebrity-stalking press photog- raphers — onomato - poetically' known as paparazzi to suggest the buzzing of insects — tracked, their quarry to a night club near Viaregglo and manned all the exists. Ambushed by exploding flash bulbs as they tried to slire out a back door, Paoli and Prince Albert lost their heads. Result: A. comic-opera fracas, fought to the tune of splintering cameras and ringing Roman oaths. Fot once, the paparazzi found a defender, Chiding Paola for wanting to have her pizza and eat it, too, Turin's august La Stampa main- tained that a princess in a night club — or in a bikini — is fair game for the paparazzi. The newspaper added solemnly* "In the profession of royalty, one cannot concede the luxury of he- ing a hermit," It is worth a thousand pounds a year to' have the hahit of look- ing on the bright side 'of things, —Samuel Johnson, 79 Honolulu On A Windiamm,r Opal, touched, my shoulder eis wont pact her, "I think "Curfew' would be nice for our next Fri- day afternoon 'pieco-speakingP' she said, My spirits, which had not been. very high, lifted at this news, Curfew did not ring that night. But 1~ still had hope. By Alta fleiversort 'SeymOur in the Chris., tian Science Monitor, Top.Brass Didn't Want It Published , • A MESSAGE FOR THE PRESIDENT — Nguyen Dinh Thuan, chief cabinet minister to. President Ngo Dinh Diem of South Viet Nom, confers with President Kennedy at the White House June 14. Thuon delivered a letter to President Kennedy from President Diem dealing with the Communist threat to Viet Nam. Later Thuan told newsmen that he is seeking direct U.S. training of his country's troops to increase their combat effectiveness against Communist guer. rifles operating throughout much of his country. He said he had not discussed the idea with Mr. Kennedy but was taking Ft up With other American officials. Ae we towed out throtth. the Golden Gate .I was of two minds. whether I was going to like it, this, my first venture on a wind- jammer, The wind was blowing strongly from the Pacific, create. Mg a high sea into which we were dipping in a fashion that seemed to me full of portent. Luncheon was being served, a deep-sea meal composed of vi- ands not calculated to stimulate an appetite in a landsman, having his first deep-water experience,. To be quite truthful I contem- plated the pork-and-greens, with some dismay. But the captain, a sea-battered down-Easter, took his seat at the head of the table,, eyed the fare with gusto and set to without further ado, Similarly with the chief mate beside him, another down-Easter, They paid no more attention to the rise and rall of the ship breasting the head seas of the Golden Gate than if they had been aboard the side- wheeler Kennebec Leaving Bose ton for Bath. The other passenger sat oppo- site me, Regarding the table sad- ly for a minute or two, he arose end sought the deck, But I stuck to my guns, fixing my mind, upon the fact that we were bound for Honolulu and the beach of Wai- kiki, fulfilling a dream I had de- termined to bring to reality ever since the famous play "bird of Paradise" had woven for me the "spell of the tropics" that was to call me to almost every tropical clime on earth, I had made my way from the Fast to San Francisco and, having neither inclination nor means for passenger. liners, had found the old bark tied up to an Embarea- dero pier and discovered that I could get passage on her to the Islands for the modest sum of $60, It might take a month, I was warned, and the food, would be plain, What of that? The longer the voyage required, the oheaper As for the food, I could make up for that when we reached the beach of Waikiki, lateund for Honolulu! What else mattered.? But that afternoon, having weathered the heads — and the deep-sea luncheons — more of the uncertainties of voyages on windjammers began to develop, The sky grew overcast and to- ward dark a strong northwesterly wind blew up, with rising seas. We had been carrying all sail, to royals anti main and mizzen stay- sails, The ship was of the rig known at barque, or more com- monly under the American flag simply bark. having square-rig on fore and main, and fote-and- aft on mizzen, masts, "We'll have to get some sail off her," the captain decided. He stood at the break of the poop with the chief mate, The wind was about abeam and seas were breaking over the bulwarks . amidships and flooding the decks, "Take' the royals off, Mister," the dovvn.East skipper command- ed, and his assistant shouted the command down to the men "Fore and main clewlinesi Sheets and halyards! Weather braces? Lull smartly!". he order- ed the heInisman as the crew sprang into the rigging to n•ioutit to the high royal-yards, dizzily up there 150 feet from. the' deck, The ship come into the wind so as to spill' out of the 'high sails, The.. men espread out along the After reading in"; concluding chapters of "The Official Se. cret" by Clayton Hutton one might wonder how the author had the patience and persever- ance to contend with certain members of the British War Office and the Air Ministry who appeared determined to invoke security restrictions in order to block its, publication. Major Hut- ton, however, was obviously a man not easily discouraged, as evidenced by the amazing array of gadgets which his fertile imagination conceived for the assistance of British prisoners of war in making their escape from occupied France and Germany, Later, as the war progressed, these same devices helped many American POWs in their escalsat attempts. Commissioned a lieatenant in the War Office Intelligence Branch, "Chitty," as he w a s known to his friends, began an exhaustive study of escape me- thods and the essential items whidh were needed in making, these hazardous attempts. One of his earliest advisers, and la- ter stanchest supporters, was Air Chief Marshal Sir Basil Em- bry, who as a young wing com- mander had escaped from occu- pied Franee some weeks after Dunkirk. Among the essentials which prisoners needed were com- passes, maps, concentrated food- stuffs, and some method of adapting uniforms to passable civilian attire. Even shoes were not overlooked, and as the pro- gram developed bulky flying boots were constructed so that they could readily be cut down to civilian style. The ingenuity shown in the design and con- cealment of escape aids in vari- ous innocuous articles, and the success in smuggling them into the camps under the close search and scrutiny of the German guards, is a tribute to the man who devised these things, and the expert workmen in a fac- tory in the Old Kent R o a d, where many of them were pro- duced. The author's expedients to circumvent official red tape and foot.ropea below the yard, gath- ering the heavy billowing canvas upon the heavy spar and passing gaskets around it. To a landsman, watehing, it all from below, the feat seemed impossible, However, We wore soon "snug down," The ship rode comfortably enough, an occasional burst of spray fly- ing over the how and, flinging aft, the whole, length of the ves- sel, to drench tis as we huddled on the quarter-deck, writes Marc T. Greene in the Christian Sci- ence Monitor. Toward .dawn the wind relent- ed. and the sea abated. As I was turning into my narrow bunk in a two-by-twice cabin I heard the captain ordering the watch nom- inally .off duty sent below. And when I came on deck in the morning the picture was an en- trancing one, the gently rolling . sea, white-flecked, skittering fly- ing fish ever in flight from ray- enoua enemies' above and below, seabirds around and astern, decks clean-scrubbed, and the ship un- der full sail, wind on the port quarter, gliding merrily aleng at 10 knots, bound' for Honolulu, Then foliewed a succession of almost windless days. Once, in ' three, we logged less than a hun- dred miles, I knew the voyage would be long.drawn-out, maybe a month. But, my sea legs firm by now,, I was little concerned. This 'was the life at sea I had dreamed of. Its uncertainties and its vagaries of wind and weather but added to its piquancy Who would go to Honolulu on a mech- anically propelled craft, every- thing timed to a railway sched- ule, every day like is predecessor, all things in the unshakable grip of a fixed routine? Here there were the long quiet nights, the speculation on what tomorrow's weather might be, the keen interest in the character of yon distant speck on the horizon, the hope that the line trailing over the stern would hook a toothsome bonita. As provisions diminished in the course of a voyage longer than anticipated, this hope became somewhat ting- ed with anxiety. But, behold, the next morning Koko Head was in sight, and there, a speck so far visible only through the glass, was the tug corning out to meet as. More powerful glasses at the lighthouse had discovered us at dawn and summoned the tug from Hono- lulu. In a couple of hours it had us in its charge and in a few more we rounded Diamond Head and entered the harbor in the shadow of the Punchbowl. As the land breeze wafted out to us the sweet odors of a tropi- cal island. we came to the end of our long voyage to this fair land with an awareness of its charm and a fullness of satisfaction no traveller by mechanical means can ever know. .Its my own case, although I have been bound for Honolulu many "times since then by passenger liners large and small, the sense of anticipation- fulfilled that the end of that long voyage by windjammer more than 40 years-ago brought me baa never been repeated. Maxim ® Napoleon The strength -of an army, like the power in mechanics, is esti- mated by multiplying the mass by rapidity; a rapid march aug- ments the morale "of an army and increases its means of vic- tory. - —Napoleon. • one I mentioned is much the best choice." No one could deny it was a good anthem, Net it didn't seem to be the one anyone else wanted!. Mamma looked relieved when there was a knock at the kitchen door and our neighbor Grandma Askey came bustling in. Grand- ma Askey had n-io grandchildren of her own in our town, but we all called her "Grandma" and she kept a careful eye on the do- ings of the village. "I heard the choir was going to make a recording tonight," she said briskly, "and I wanted to come over to hear It and make sure you sang the right thing." Papa looked quickly at me. He knew Grandma Askey and I were great friends, and he had a pretty accurate idea of how she got her informatioll,. "Do you think you can get a whole anthem in that little space?" demanded Gr a n d ma Askey, eyeing the record. "Well, we're going to try any- way," Papa said. "We've about decided on the one we just sang" said Mrs. Solem, in a chilly tone. "Oh, that goes too high for the sopranos," said Grandma Askey decidedly. "Now, I'll tell you what you ought to do. 'You ought to sing 'Glory, Glory, Hallelu- jah!' I've heard you sing that sometimes after you've finished practicing your anthem, and you do a real good job of ,it—sing it real nice," - "Well, now," said Reverend Knutson, "that's a good Idea. I've often heard you sing it too, and it's really thrilling the way you do it," The choir looked at each other and nodded, Even Mrs. Selena didn't have a word to say against it. wTisn't as long either," said Grandma Askey„ "Better for your. space. Now Alta spoke a nice piece for me today, 'Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight.' Maybe there'd be time for her to say it to us after you get through your practice and recording. She does it real good, with motions," .Mamma spoke up quickly. "Some other time, maybe, But tonight we'll, be pretty busy with our practice both for church and for the recording, You say good night and run to bed now, AIta. Miss Crabtree, the school prin- from a bigger town she has the best judgment. But. the Thomp- son girls have nice soprano voices too, and—" "And Cf course. Axel 'Holm likes one with a prominent bass part," said Papa. "And there's a certain anthem Gilbert Halverson likes that has a good tenor part," said Mamma, mischievously. Papa looked down at her and grinned. "Maybe, after all," he said, "we'd better fill up that record with "Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight." I had been reading in a quiet corner, but now I jumped up eagerly. "Really?" I asked, "Do you—" "I didn't know you were here," Papa said, looking down at me, and shook his head. "How did you happen to be so quiet? You aren't as a rule." It seemed to me parents were hard to understand. Usually I was considered to talk too much. Now, when I was quiet, they didn't seem satisfied either. "I was just reading," I said. "And when I heard you mention 'Cur- f ew)—". But Mamma had an idea about, an anthem, and now she broke in, "Let's ask Reverend Knutson to choose one, Q'tilbert," "We'll do that. Everybody likes him and I think they'd be satisfied with his choice, Its and Mrs. would like to come anyway to listen to the recording." When the choir came in the next evening and Papa broached his plan eveseybody was delight- ed. And as Mamma had predict- ed everyone had an idea to offer. The Knutsons looked at each other a trifle helplessly. "They are all so good I can see it is hard to ch6ose," said the minis- ter. "Could, more than one be recorded?" "Not now, at least," Papa said. "We only have one record that , has enough space. We've experi- mented by letting the two smelt- est children speak little pieces." "And. Alta," said kindly Rev- erend Knutson, who always re- meberecl everybody, especially children, "you like to speak • pieces. Did you do one 'too?" "I've learned 'Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight,' " I told. him, "but we haven't had space for it yet." "Let's get basket() the anthem," said Mrs. Solent. "I'M sure the Curfew Did Not Ring That Night Mamma sometimes said that inventions came along so fast you could hardly keep up with them. There was that new patent gasoline lamp for instance that Papa had bought for the sitting- room. It cast such a hard bril- liant light that she had persuad- ed him to take it down into the store where it could be of use In lighting up the dark 'corners, And she was inclined to think the newly installed telephone more bother that it was worth. But the gramophone was a dif- ferent matter. That gave pure pleasure 'as It played stirring marches, hymns, popular songs, dramatic dialogues, and readings. It was 'even more fun when Papa put on the recorder for us to make recordings of our own. My small sister Frieda May re- cited "Mary Had a Little Lamb," and even baby Herb had a little poem about "Mr, Bruin." I wanted very much to speak my great favorite, "Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight," but Papa said that was' too long, as we had no completely blank records but could use only the spaces re- maining at the end of recordings as they came to Us ready to play. I heard him say to Mamma in a low tone that it wouldn't be the same anyway without the ges- tures I had learned from my book "The Young People's Star Speaker," It seemed strange that both of them looked as if they wanted to laugh. "Curfew" certainly wasn't what my Star Speaker would list as a "humorous selection," I thought it was deeply touching— this story' of brave, sunny haired Bessie whose lover had been "doomed to` die" by Cromwell's men, "at the ringing of the cur- few, and no earthly help was nigh." It was not hard for me to put in dramatic gestures as beau- tiful Bessie pleaded vainly with the deaf, self-righteous sexton not to ring curfew that night, then climbed in desperation to the bell tower, seized the clap- per to prevent it from sounding just as the bell began to move, and swung out over the city "twixt heaven and earth sus- pended," finally winning a par- don from CrornWell. I liked to "Speak pieces" and had worked hard on this, with -What I considered pretty satisfac- tory results, but I hadn't had a chance to try it out on a real audience. It would be Wonder- ful to do it on the gramophone. Then one day Papa mine up from the store and said that a record had come in with more space than usual at the end, and my hopes rose, But he had an idea of his own. "Why don't eve have the choir sing on that when they collie tomorrow evening to praatite?" he said, "Then we could play it back whenever we wanted." Mamma, who played the organ for them, was busy practicing nod Sunday's anthem. "I wish We had something we could play book instead of having them sing this," she said with energy, "Mrs, Selern has been wanting to- sing it on account of the soprano solo part, but too high for her. I suppose she kept at you till you said we'd do it this Sunday,' papa gave a somewhat rueful' Laugh, He had a good tenor void:; and was supposed to' direct the tittle choir, but he sometimes found the going difflOUln "T110 all have pretty definite ideas Of their own," he said. "Whet I want to kileve lei Who is going to choosy the selection they sing on the egret,eaphooe? Mtg. 8olene will Went, 000 With A soprano solo, and else seems 10 think that beeeirse Slid Carrie here DS KOREAN. GOODBYE — Soviet Premier Nikita Kbrashohow bids farewell to North Korean Premier Kim II Sung in Moscow. The two nations recently concluded a mutual defense treaty,. 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