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The Seaforth News, 1957-05-16, Page 2in Quest Of The Strong -Man Killer The two young artaits,`Pam- rla Raper and Isabel Manton, arrived at the Poppy Club Youth Eleste1, La Capper near Toulon, thrilled at the prospect of a ro- mantic Mediterranean holiday, But six days later Pamela had vanished and fishermen trawling off the coast found her body in one of their nets. That was in the summer of. 1938 and—as is always the case when British women vanish or are found murdered in France —it affected the nation deeply. It is felt there is something particularly poignant and sinis- ter in unprotected women fall- ing victims to evil in a foreign land, far from home. Harry J. Greenwall, who has lived two-thirds of his life in France as foreign correspondent, lists nine women and the little daughter of Sir Jack and Lady Drummond in "They Were Mur- dered in France". rive men victims bring the total to fifteen —all since 1920—and even where the killer was traced, found guilty and sentenced to death, the sentence has never been carried out. It is therefore understandable that Greenwall's penetrating probe into these cases is also a challenging criticism of French police methods and apparent apatby. The case of Pamela Raper, a gay, happy girl, is typical, Her skull had a deep fracture, and her face and one arm were badly scarred. The doctors agreed that she must have been dead before her body entered the water. She had carried a $150 cam- era, which was never found, and • it was thought that she might have fallen from high rocks while taking a picture. But a friend who knew her well said; 'It is difficult to believe she was overcome by dizziness, be- cause she was used to heights." The theory of suicide was put forward by the police, but her family repudiated the idea. The police then sought two young Indo-Chinese who had called at the hostel the day she disap- peared, until Miss Manton ex- plained that she and Pamela bad known them in England and their call was merely to renew acquaintance. The police next wished to In-. terview a Pale, unnamed, who had been annoying girls at the hostel and was said to have been seen frequently in Pam- ela's company. But nothing ap- pears to have resulted from that, though it was an obvious- ly important line of inquiry. On September 1st, two detec- tives from the Marseilles "Mur- der Squad" were called in, and M. Leon Brunet, the Toulon ex- amining magistrate, put to them these points: Miss Raper had 'died from a fracture of the skull MERRY MENAGERIE "Me and my doggone wolf whistle!" , before she reached the water; it might have been caused by a fall from a rock or by a blow, but a fall was not so probable because the body bore no: other injuries. Later he. stated "The medical experts' report proves beyond doubt that Miss Raper was attacked and killed by a man of great strength. Any.. suggestion of suicide is ruled out. The skull was crushed in with a blunt instrument used with terrific force. "As a result of my prelimin ary inquiries, I have given or- ders for an intensive police force search to be instituted. It is in the charge- of Inspector Blanc, of the Marseilles Flying Squad. Inquiries at this stage are naturally somewhat deli- cate, but you may take it we have reason to try, to find for questioning a local man." Meantime, the two detectives had followed a route they thought Miss Raper may have taken when she left the hostel —four miles of winding track, hedged by tall bamboo, to the rocky headland of fortified Cap Chevalier and a military zone barbed-wire fence. They exam- ined the Jiffs and talked to members of the garrison, who could not recall having seen Miss Raper. M. Brunet's next step was to seek the help of the Paris Surete and to hand the Paris detectives, when they arrived at Toulon, the forty -page doctors' report. The Surete ordered the whole area to be combed. Then, a month after the girl disappeared, the Toulon police made . an abrupt about-turn, completely discrediting M, Bru- net and claiming that a thor- ough examination of all the facts showed that she had been killed accidentally 'while trying to take a photograph from Glens Cliff, "She fell seventy-five feet be- fore she rolled into the sea. The strong current carried her down the coast to the fishing village where she was found in the fisherman's net," was their ver- dict. The case was dropped. But what of the "man of great strength" mentioned in the medical experts' report? Green - wall asks. And another weak link: Where was her camera which twenty gendarmes had searched for in vain? Another strange fact had been left unexplained. After her death her passport and' person- al papers had been taken to the British Consulate in Toulon; while the consul was absent on holiday his house had been burgled and the passport and . papers stolen, Why, and by whom? An acting British Consul - General at Marseilles, Reginald Arthur Lee, figures in another unplumbed mystery. On July 5th, 1930, he vanished and has not been traved to this day. One theory was that he had been murdered for frustrating the schemes of a drug -smug- gling ring, but the Foreign Of- fice has denied that his work was ever concerned with anti - smuggling._ These and other riddles Greenwall examines, often with new evidence gathered person- ally on the spot. His facts and theories are as gripping as those in any detection thriller. His comments on French police methods should do some good, for these cases show that there is little to deter killers from committing brutal crimes, since they go undetected or inade- quately punished. A WOMAN'S ARMS -Normally considered one of the safest of places, a woman's arms in this instance are something to be avoided. Mrs. Ruth Sillery, an engineering technician, checks a drawing alongside the 90 -mm tank cannon she designed. A 15 -year veteran with the arsenal, Mrs, 5iliiery has a 13 -year- old daughter. Her husband, John, is a cannon design engineer. A HITCH IN THE NIKE -The hitch in giving bear trainer R. W. Barns a ride is that his 720 -pound India Chinchilla: bear 'Kelly" goes along, too. Barns and the bear are hitchhiking across • Florida and Barns says the bear gets more ride offers than he does. In photo, the pair waits hopefully for a motorist who'd like to tell o "shaggy bear story;' Note: Stroll foreign car owners need not stop. J LE TALKS- i&Y J�`, da Andttews. RHUBARB CHIFFON PIE Fresh, rosy rhubarb chiffon pit — what could look prettier or taste more like spring? FM a 9 -inch pie plate with graham cracker crumb crust, made with a generous mount of butter, and then add this filling: 1 tblsp. unflavored gelatin 34 cup cold water 3 eggs, separated 1 cup sugar 1 cup cooked rhubarb (3 cups uncooked). 1 tablespoon lemon juice las teaspoon salt let teaspoon lemon extract. Sprinkle gelatin into cold water in small cup. In top of double boiler beat egg yolks. Stir in 3"a cup sugar and cooked rhubarb. Cook over hot water, stirring constantly until mix- ture coats spoon and is thick- ened. Stir in lemon juice. Add softened gelatin and stir until gelatin is completely dissolved. Cool until mixture holds shape when dropped from spoon. Add salt to egg whites and beat un - till stiff but not dry. Gradually add salt to egg whites and beat until stiff but not dry. Gradually add remaining ea cup sugar, beat- ing until stiff meringue forms. Add meringue and lemon ex- tract to cooled gelatin mixture and fold in until well blended. Pile into chilled pie shell, Chill until well set (3 to 4 hours). * The following article on how to save on your food budget -- written written by Josephine Hemphill in The Christian Science Monitor — strikes me as so sensible and useful, especially to younger housewives, that I'm reproduc- ing It herewith. * * * Last week I talked with an experienced homemaker of food budgets. This week, to continue the subject, I talked with a young woman who is a wife, mother, part-time writer, and one of the best cooks I know of in Washington, D.C. "You came at a good time," she said, "for this is one week when the food bills are getting out of hand. I've just planned. a few menus around hamburger, frankfurters, and tuna fish. By the way, how• did we ever get along without tuna fish?" "Can't imagine," I said, "A stand-by shelf without a can of tuna is like a —, a —" "A ship without a lifeboat. Of course, with me cooking just 'comes natural.' I've been cook- ing ever since the day Mother let me stand on a chair and cut out a gingerbread man. "So maybe I have a slight ad- vantage over some other young housewives. Still, with all the wonderful recipes in cookbooks and newspapers and magazines, don't you think. it would be easy to start out now and learn. to cook?" "Easier than ever. But if you were a beginner, where would you. begin?" "If I were a young wife, and my husband had a hearty" ap- petite, I'd probably start with meat.. I'd learn to recognize all the different cuts, and I'd ex- periment until I could make a cheap, tough cuttaste just as good as the more expensive, Maybe better. You know, even if tenderloin steak and shoulder of beef costexaas y the same, the shoulder would make a more delicious stew." "Yes, there's more flavor in the shoulder cut." "That's it. Of course, it takes more time to cook the cheaper, less tender cuts—such beef cuts, for example, as shoulder, chuck, flank, round, rump, chuck ribs, brisket, end so on—because they need long, slow cooking to bring out the flavor. But in the long run, for me at least, they save both time and work. "Take a pot roast: The first day I serve it hot, with carrots and potatoes. The next time, heated over in the gravy—T al- ways make plenty of gravy with the drippings. Then the third day I combine the coast with noodles or lima beans, or I may serve the hot meat and gravy over rice." 'And the fourth day?" "A pot roast seldom last Wet long in our house. But, if it does, I slice the cold meat and make sandwiches, and pour hot gravy over the top. With this, we like broccoli or squash or some other vegetable, and a fruit pie for dessert. Am I giving the impres- sion that you have to serve pot roast tbree or four days in a row?" "Well, you don't Keep what's' left over in the freezer section of your refrigerator, and you can serve something else between pot -roast dinners. "Another money -saver in my book --cook book—is a big fat hen, s t e w e d or fricasseed. There's usually enough left for a creamed dish, dr chicken cro- quettes." "Or chicken salad." "Or soup or hash or sand- wiches. Never waste food, is my motto. Still another pet economy of mine is buying milk by the gallon. We use dry milk, too. Which reminds me of breakfast cereals. Have you ever compared the cost per serving of different cereals? You'd be amazed et the difference." "I have compared, and was amazed. What time of day : do you prefer to do your grocery shopping?" "As early in the morning as I can make it, and on Thursday or Friday. Before. I leave home I plan "a week's ,menus, and make a marketing list, allowing lee- way for any 'price specials' I happen to find." "One more question. I know your husband likes to cook-" "Well, what I_ want to.know is whether you encourage him to help buy the groceries." "When we're on a saving spree? He'd be no help at all! He just can't concentrate on a shopping' list, especially when. his pal, the butcher, shows him a choice sirloin or porterhouse." "You don't mean he weakens?" "Well, he would—if I didn't rush over and start talking fast about the wonders of a soup bone. Now one more thing: even though this may sound imprac- tical, when you're trying to save money, I con.-ider a few pennies worth of parsley a sound invest- ment," nvest- ment" "Like the poet, if you hadonly two loaves you would 'sell one, and with the dole buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.'" "Hyacinths or , parsley, which- ever was cheapest," said my friend and with that she went blithely off to the: grocery store, a marketing list in her hand. A bridegroom, after the wed- tiing was over and the guests had departed, began to search anxiously among the wedding gifts, "What =are you looking for, darling?" asked the bride. "That $500 cheque your fa- ther gave us," he said. "I don't see it anywhere," "Poor Dad is so absent- minded," said the bride. "He lit his cigar with it" Toby Jugs Named After . Guzzler Two thousand gallons of strong ale were drunk by the notorious eighteenth -century drinker, Henry Elwes, from his favourite jug a plan silver - tankard which he loved so much that he even kept it, filled with beer, by his bedside at night in case he woke up thirsty. He was so fond of beer that his friends nicknamed him Toby Fillpot, And the very first Toby jug ever made was a rep- resentation of him drinking his 2,000th gallon. It was4,calied a Toby Fillpot, but others which followed were known as Toby. jugs., — those, grotesque pieces of Stafford- shire ware which collectors prize so highly to -day. Bidding was brisk and prices good at a recent sale of Toby jugs in London. Some fetched $150 and more. The record price ever paid for a Toby jug, how- ever, was 500 guineas in 1918. It was a very rare specimen. The landlord of a Manchester pub has collected thirty Toby jugs in thirty-five years. Every day he spends hours touring in search of additional jugs for his remarkable collections which is very valuable. The earliest Toby jug known is dated 1750 and shows the familiar figure of an elderly countryman with a black, tri - cornered hat, wearing a gay apple -green coat, yellow breeches, white stockings, a striped brown, blue, and white - brown and white beer jug on his knee. In all there are about twenty-five varieties of fig- ure known to the collector of Toby jugs. Whatever troubles Adam had, No man could make him sore By saying when he told a joke: "I've heard that one before." INDOOR POOL OUTDOORS—Overcoated youngsters, top photo, hurry to get into the swim as frost nips at their heels and bare feet in Buffalo. Moak at those barren trees shows that spring Is still far behind. Inside the shelter, made of plastic and nylon, swimsuited youngsters await their arrival. Once inside, bottom photo, the newcomers enjoy a preseason swim. Thanks to Walter Bird, the kids don't have to be members of, a Polar gear dub to enjoy the cool weather dip. Bird designed' the dome to double the swim season at his outdoor pool. The dome is supported by air and is readily collapsible for storage. IN THE WHALE'S MOUTH - The attendant at Marineland is no Jonah, nor is the picture a fake. Actually it is the first photomade of the feeding of the only whale in captivity. It took the personnel at Marineiand two monthsto train the whale to answer chow call. Normally, the big mammal travels around the bottom of the tank, but, now when he :lunchtime comes he veers straight up for handout of squid.