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(Diicaflo Tribune lflfoaiHi Section 3 Friday, October 24, 1975 yyrkWll lly Classified Ads in This Section Mm.in.gimiiw'n mmu iiwwmmimimmiiihw i ii.mul 1 'iiMpwjnM wimmmiiiwmiiim ipawmp Bft'mwHWW- ff-w--- Wmm mtwmih) mmb iMfe 4 tee MBaf 1in tf-r m. in jlf-- -mmi ngfiT, imiMilMnli iffliiMi Wlllf'i anyone? Cemeteries have traditionally been subject to hauntings, particularly after dark. Holy Sepulchre Cemetery, above, is said by some to be "haunted" by an unnatural scent of roses that sometimes hovers around the grave of Mary Alice Quinn, who died in 1935 at the age of 14. might see the "ghost light." So far, it's only been sighted at night. If you should happen to see a house with a light burning dimly through the window, remember, it's not really there.

ANOTHER CEMETERY reportedly subject to supernatural occurrences, this time involving a persistent ghostly scent of roses, is Holy Sepulchre, a mostly Irish burial ground at 6001 W. 111th Worth. The scent of roses often occurs at the grave of Mary Alice Quinn, who died in 1935 at the age of 14. Born with an enlarged heart and sick most of her life, the child's saintly attitude made her a legend in Catholic circles, and numerous miracle cures allegedly have been attributed to Mary Alice's ghost. "She always said she wanted to come back and help people," Crowe says, "like St.

Theresa, who was known as 'the Little I've smelled the roses around her grave, myself, even in the coldest of winter when there were n6 flowers around at all. It was obviously supernatural and overpowering." CHURCHES, as well as cemeteries, are often places for unusual occurrences. Several Chicago churches have ghostly legends associated with them, including St. Rita's. Fifteen years ago on All Souls Day Nov.

2, traditionally a day Catholics pray for the dead, about 15 people were gathered in the church at 6243 S. Fairfield Av. Suddenly the organ began to play by itself, and six monks-three in white, three in black appeared on either side. The congregation decided not to hang around and raced for the exit. The doors mysteriously refused to budge.

LOOKING BACK toward the organ, the congregation reportedly saw the monks gliding toward them, passing through the pews toward the altar. Some say they heard a voice whisper, "Pray for us." The doors then flew open and the congregation raced out. Despite the then-pastor's suggestion that everyone keep quiet about the incident lest the church be considered supernatural, the story spread quickly. The current pastor of St. Rita's has slippers and has refused to stay still ever since.

In years past, young men used to report picking up a girl fitting Mary's description and taking her dancing, frequently at the Willowbrook Ballroom in Willow Springs. She'd seem friendly, they said, but. a little "chilly." On the way home from the dance, the same thing happened to each of them: Mary would jump out at Resurrection Cemetery and vanish. Other men Mary apparently has no interest in women have reported picking her up on Archer Avenue as she tries to flag a ride "home" from a dance. OVER THE YEARS, Mary's physical appearance has remained constant, but her mental state seems to be deteriorating; Mary, in fact, seems to be going crackers.

"Lately," Crowe says, "the reports I've gotten seem to indicate Mary's on the verge of a breakdown. She's reportedly jumped in young men's cars when they were stopped for a light on Archer, and she's been incoherent. She acts hysterical as they ride along, then jumps out, always at the cemetery." The most recent report Crowe has of Mary concerns an Incident that occurred last Christmas season. Two boys, walking down Archer Avenue, noticed a blond girl, dressed in an old-fashioned-looking ball dress, "daneing down the street, acting weird." The kids, who'd never, heard the legend, went home and told their parents. In turn, their parents, who'd grown up hearing about dancing Mary, told Crowe.

'MARY'S JEWISH counterpart, says Crowe, has been seen flitting around the gates of Jewish Waldheim Cemetery, 1800 S. Harlem Forest Park. A young girl with bobbed hair and dressed in flapper garb, she invariably vanishes into a mausoleum. Her Mexican hitchhiking counterpart has been seen around Cline and Cuddahy avenues on the outskirts of Gary, which is where a cab driver picked her up some years back. After getting in and giving the driver an address, she vanished from the back seat.

"The driver was so unnerved by the incident that he quit driving a cab," Crowe says. "Every Halloween people cruise around the area looking for her, and some of them always think they've seen her." SO MUCH FOR hitchhiking ghosts. Should you be in the market for a "haunted" place on the North Side, there's always the site of the St. Valentine's Day Massacre at 2122 N. Clark St.

The garage where the men once were lined up and brutally murdered in a gangland killing was torn down years ago, and a housing project for the elderly stands there now. "Next to the building itself, though," says Crowe, "is a grassy area with five trees. The center tree in the yard marks the spot where the wall stood where the men were lined up and shot. "People have told me," he continues, "that dogs shy away from that tree. And I've heard a lot of stories about strange sobbings heard in the vicinity at night." BUT TOP honors for the "most haunted" place in the Chicago area, as far as Crowe is concerned, go to Bachelor's Grove Cemetery near Worth.

"A lot of cemeteries get reputations for being Crowe says, "and a lot of them don't deserve it. This one does." The most often-sighted phenomenon at the now-abandoned cemetery, once a burial ground for German settlers, is a pale blue "ghost light" sometimes visible at night. Crowe has more than 100 independent reports of the phenomenon. The site also has a "disappearing house." Many people have reported seeing an old one-story home with a ligty burning faintly through the window, though the location of the house varies from one side of the road to the other. There is no house there.

AND AT least one person I know says he's taken pictures of the cemetery and discovered, when the pictures were developed, ghostly "faces" on the prints. This has happened on several occasions. "The first time I went out there, I had my camera along," the photographer says. "But I wasn't planning to start shooting pictures so soon; the camera just started taking pictures by itself." To check out Bachelor's Grove for yourself, it can be reached from Chicago by car via the Dan Ryan Expressway. Take the Ryan to Int.

Hwy. 57 and exit at 147th Street. Go west to Ridgeland Avenue and turn right north to 143d Street. Turn right again and continue until you cross a bridge. Turn right at the first dirt road and follow it to the end and you just denied that any such thing happened, but Crowe says he has talked to about half the people there on that day in 1960.

"And," he says, "I remember hearing about the incident myself. I was going to school then in the area, and people talked of nothing else for a while." ONE OF CROWE'S most recent, memorable supernatural experiences occurred last summer in Paris Township, 11 miles west of Kenosha, Wis. A house that once stood in the area was rumored to have been a gangland hideout in the 1930s, and people who lived in the area recall stories of murders there. Supposedly, the bodies were chucked into a nearby lake. In years since, there have been numerous reports of ghostly figures and voices at the site, and late one night, Crowe decided to check things out himself.

SURE ENOUGH, Crowe says, he and three companions saw what he describes as "several dimly glowing, blusih-gray silhouette figures" under an oak tree some distance from the road. "We got out of the car and walked toward the tree, and the shapes vanished," Crowe says. "Then, over by some other bushes, we saw several more shapes and a lot of tiny flashing lights about the size of a quarter, the kind of lights often seen around psychic manifestations. "Then we heard two male voices in the brush, not so distinct that I could understand what was being said, but they were obviously two men talking. For a minute I thought there might be a couple of people fooling around playing tricks, even though it was 11:30 at night and the place looked deserted.

So I walked over to the bushes and asked who was there. "THE VOICES stopped immediately. And there wasn't anybody there. We looked. Since then I've talked to a number of people from the area who've had similar experiences.

There's been no natural explanation for the phenomena. "It was pretty weird, but I didn't get the feeling that the manifestations we encountered were hostile to us," Crowe says. "Actually, I just got the strangest feeling that we'd interrupted a ghostly card game." By Lynn. Van Matre SHE'S A BLOND GIRL, about 19, Polish, and with a perennial penchant for dancing. She hangs out on South Archer Avenue in a long, lacy white ballgown, and she hitchhikes.

In the 1930s, she hopped on the running boards of cars, demurely requesting rides to and from dance halls. These days, she reportedly has been hopping into young men's cars at stoplights, gibbering incoherently about needing a ride down Archer, if you please, and slow up as you go past Resurrection Cemetery. If you've got any ideas about taking her dancing, forget it. The damsel's a ghost, one of Chicago's most famous. Dating from the 1930s, she even has a nickname "Resurrection Mary" for the cemetery at 7200 S.

Archer Justice, where she invariably leaps out of the car and disappears. THE LEGEND of Mary is one of the many, involving ghosts and haunted places, that have grown up in Chicago-land over the years. Haunted cemeteries, ghostly visitations in churches, ghost lights, mysterious weeping, even a "disappearing house," all are part of area ghost lore collected by Chicagoan Richard Crowe, a man who spends much of his time tracking down psychic phenomena and even leads tours to "ghosts' favorite haunts. Crowe's found a number of sites in the area that the like-minded or just plain curious might find worth a visit and what better time than Halloween, though none of the ghosts involved seem to pay much attention to the But it's South Archer Avenue's famous "hitchhiking ghost" that interests him most. HITCHHIKING GHOSTS usually women, who beg rides from strangers and then either get out at cemeteries or disappear before the drivers' eyes have long been staples of folklore and ghost legends throughout the world.

Chicago, Crowe says, can claim at least three ethnic varieties of the phenomenon: Jewish, Mexican, and Polish. Resurrection Mary, according to Crowe, hails from Resurrection Cemetery and haunts Archer from South Ashland Avenue to Willow Springs. Supposedly killed in a car wreck en route to a dance in the '30s, Mary apparently was buried in her dancing Sure-fire remedies to rout an uninvited ghost a flour sifter at the foot of your bed before nodding off. Any ghost wandering in will see the sifter and feel compelled to start counting the holes. By the time he finishes, it'll be dawn and the ghost will have to leave before he's had a chance to do any mischief.

Soatter black pepper around your bed; it keeps ghosts away. Turning your pockets inside out takes a ghost's breath away. And last but not least: To repel ghosts and probably anyone else, for that matter eat three garlic bulbs. L.V.M. More "haunted" places inside Weekend.

HALLOWEEN, traditionally the time for ghosties and ghouls and pesky things that go bump in the night, is just, around the corner. Should you encounter any such phenomena and wish to be speedily delivered from them, we offer the following suggestions culled from ancient folklore. Sorry, but we can make no guarantees. If bothered by a witch, throw salt on her; it burns like fire. If a ghost crosses your path, turn around three times and spit.

Then address the specter in Latin. That will confuse the ghost, and he or she will hurry out of the neighborhood. I WORRIED ABOUT ghostly visitations while you're asleep? Hang Movies A (dog) day in the life of the Hostage Taker TWO YEARS AGO, In a now-famous article in Esquire magazine, Tom Wolfe wrote that taking hostages was the crime of the 1 '70s. Recent attempts on the life of the President notwithstanding, I think that Wolfe is still correct. His point was that the act of taking hostagesin a bank holdup, plane hijacking, political terrorism, or prison riot is a perfect symbol of rebellion against our confused time.

The Hostage Taker, wrote "seeks to cut through the complexities of status competition. He has had his fill of the workaday struggle, of politicking, bootlicking, shrewd plans, big deals, small talk, handshakes, white lies, green eyes, kitchen recriminations, slipping around. He is going to win his point note by physically "DOG DAY AFTERNOON" is a superb 'new movie that gives dramatic life to 1 Wolfe's thesis. Al Pacino stars as a down-. and-out kid who tries to make the System spin to his own number through a bank-robbery-hostage-airplane-tc-A 1 1 a triple play.

Pacino plays Sonny, an unemployed worker who, with two other young friends, begins his adventure by attempting to rob a small Brooklyn bank. Right away there are problems. One of Sonny's accomplices chickens out just as a gun is being pulled on the bank manager. "Sonny," he says, "I'm really getting bad vibes." It's a little bit late to turn back, so Pacino is forced to help his nervous partner out of the bank. As the kid is being let out the front door, he has one request: He wants to use the getaway car to drive home! With a 1 kXM 3 dissolve into an emotional puddle at any moment.

As for Pacino, he displays so much energy he actually reverses one of the rules of the cinema. One rule has it that just because an action in a movie is based on a true incident doesn't make that action believable on screen. If we see a man survive a leap from a 20-story building in real life, we may shake our heads in disbelief, but gradually we'll accept it. Not so in the movies. If we see an actor get up after a tremendous fall, we'll cry "fake." Well, the story of "Dog Day Afternoon" is based on a series of bizarre but true incidents that took place in Brooklyn in the summer of 1972.

But if they had been performed by any other actor, I probably would have cried "fake." Not so with Pacino. He made me believe the unbelievable. DIRECTOR SIDNEY LUMET "The Pawnbroker," with help from' editor Dede Allen "Bonnie and maintains a terrific, roller-coaster pace to his film. It's a film about a world gone crazy, a world turned upside down. The criminal is the victim.

The city police are good guys; FBI agents are heavies. Man is woman. It's a film about behavior that deviates from the It recalls a line from Lenny Bruce: "You need the deviate. Don't lock him up. You need the deviate to tell you when you're things up.V Gene Siskel Gens Siskel review the movie icene Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays on the Channel 2 News at 5 and 10 p.

m. calm bordering on hysteria, Pacino is forced to argue that, no, he and his other partner have a greater need for the car. ALL THIS IS taking place while the third robber, Sal played with a haunting, sallow-cheeked silence by John Cazale, the crazy Corleone son Fredo in the "Godfather" movies is holding a gun on flabbergasted bank employes. "Dog Day Afternoon" is full of unbelievable scenes like that, scenes mixing the fear of violence with insane laughter. The bank caper spins wildly into an absurd mess.

Bank tellers taken hostage request permission to go to the bathroom, television crews battle police officers for position in front of the bank, and Pacino's wife calls the bank to find out when he's going to stop this foolishness and come home tor dinner. THREE THINGS keep "Dog Day noon" from degenerating into silliness. They are: Pacino, Cazale, and Charles 1 as the New York City police sergeant first on the scene. Much of the movie is a protracted bargaining session between Pacino and Durning. They haggle out in the street while other policemen champ at the bit, eager to crush the robbers.

Pacino wants a car to take him to the plane; Durning wants a hostage turned free for that. Pacino wants the plane to take him to Algeria; Durning wants a hos- tage turned free for that. Theirs is a mouthed, emotion-riddled marathon dance with violence, and a whole Brooklyn neighborhood cheers them. on. Through it all, Cazale is the eilent the unknown force who could explode or v-r-Av coercing or eliminating whoever is in his way.

"WITH ONE STROKE the Hostage Taker creates his own society, his own system: in the bank vault, in the Munich Olympic quarters, in the airplane, in the prison courtyard. "All at once," Wolfe continued, assuming the role of the Hostage Taker, "I am not the lowliest subject but head of state. I 'demand to negotiate with' chiefs of police, mayors, governors, and I get my wish. At the very least I finally cut through the red tape. I put an end to the eternal runaround.

I make the System spin to my number. At last the top people are listening to me and answering quite politely, too, and with quite a little choke in their miserable voices. TRIBUNE MINIREVIEW You gotta bllva "DOG DAY AFTERNOON" Dlrattt ky Jldniy Laiml, icitamlir tr Fnnk Itrwn bwd mtMiInt artlcl ky p. Klun and Tnemai Moaia, pmtHrh4 by Victor J. Kampar, adltad by Data Allan, arattcaa' ky Martin grama and Marti Irani, a Warntr arai.

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