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th uara Alert Detect iv i A 1. AFTER A YEAR X. i-u ir J. X''', Where the Body of Charles A. Lindbergh Wa Found, as It Looks Today.

White Spots on Trees Indicate Where Souvenir Hunters Have Stripped Off the Dark. i 2 4r C3 A STUDY Mrs. Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Mother of Jon, With the Inevitable State Trooper in Attendance a Symbol of the Ever-Present Watchfulness Exerted Today on Behalf of Her Tinv Son. If Hr if 4 1 1 i iin. mn 'nrnf mr- nr.r ii m.ii,i, PORT ia ssnirl wpsr rpspmhle THEY WHISKED HIM A.

George Washington Memo is! Over Which Little Jon Trtvel His Manhattan Birthplace Grandmother's N. J. Fore and Aft by Police in Inc-Cars. Motorcycles Were i his brother, is king of the domain; he TO LIFE CUJTV2 Birth CertificateC by the City of New York to- is the only one in line to perpetuate the issue was akin to that of the abode of any millionaire. The democratic members of the family and the servants came and went Certify the Advent Into the World of Jon M.

Lindbersh. WHERE JON WAS BORN Apartment House at No. 4 E. 66th Manhattan. names of Lindbergh and Morrow and all the illustrious achievements for which they stand.

As such, then, he is to be guarded, according to the present plans of the Lindberghs, as a future king, through babyhood, childhood and adolescence. He will be absolutely free to do what he pleases, where, when and how he pleases alone only when he attains that state of physical and mental development popularly known as manhood. Until such time, his path in life will be charted and watched over by his mentors. As a young man in his teens, he may never know the surging ecstasy of strolling down a moonlit lane with the girl of his heart, warmed by the knowledge that they are alone. Always there will be the man in the gum shoes, with instructions not to let Jon Lindbergh out of sight.

Before the hideous spectre of murder stalked the Lindberghs, the routine of the Morrow home The Morrow Family Occupied the Entire Top Floor, and It Was There That the Second Lindbergh Baby Came Into the World. (At Left) Alan Hynd, Noted Magazine Writer, Student of Crime and Skilled Investigator, Shown Inspecting the Police Booth at the Entrance to the Morrows' Englewood, N. Property. An Armed Sentry Stands Guard Here 24 Hours a Day. An Underground 'Phone Wire Connects the Booth With the Mansion.

as they pleased. A private watchman patrolled the grounds at night purely as a precaution against robbers. Little Charles was wheeled over the restful, carpet-like lawn that spreads from the big white house, with only his nurse, Betty Gow, as custodian. In those days, it would have been a comparatively simple matter for a car to enter the grounds and for someone to snatch the baby and drive off with him. The child was frequently seen by the residents of Englewood as he drove by with his father and his mother.

Several times he accompanied his aunt, the former Elizabeth Mor-row, to her private school in Englewood, where his chubby hands joined with the hands of other youngsters in stacking up A blocks. But now all that has changed. Since he was first. taken to the Englewood estate a fortnight after his secret birth in New York City, Jon Lindbergh has never been more than five hundred feet from the house, never beyond the confines of the Morrow property. No outsider has so much as laid eyes on him.

His nurse, the same Betty Gow, wheels him over the lawn these balmy Summer days, just as she used to wheel his brother before him. But always the white-uniformed Scotch girl is accompanied each foot of the way by several grim-visaged men who, were you privileged to be present, could be seen tapping their revolver holsters reassuringly, their narrowed eyes scanning every inch of the territory around them. Their orders are: "If necessary, shoot to kill!" Some of the servants admitted to the police dur- i a i nr trsi i ft I ii FV When the hailing Dollar Ui the raatcP liahtot Oisillusicu maxe s- i f' fy vmmi' VTI n.1v 5 Remarkable Action "Shot" of "One more un fortunate, weary of breath" Being Dragged from the Seine After Attempting Suicide. France Had Its Share in the Nixon-Nirdlinger Tragedy When Fred G. Nixon-Nirdlinger, Prominent American Theatrical a a ge Was Shot to Death by His Wife, Charlotte (Above) at Nice.

By ALAN HYND Outstanding American magazine writer, who has "covered" the Lindbergh case constantly, since its inception. JON MORROW LINDBERGH, the eleven-months-old brother of the ill-fated Charles Augustus, is today unquestionably the most closely-guarded child in the world. Colonel Lindbergh and the former Anne Morrow have fiercely resolved that their second son shall be shielded from any peril, in the shadows of the revolting doom that overtook their first-born when he was kidnaped on the night of March 1, 1932. The Morrow estate in Englewood, New Jersey, where the new baby is a prisoner of his parents' love, is virtually an armed camp. A sentry in a police booth at the entrance to the grounds bars all uninvited visitors.

Baying dogs and heavily-armed private policemen prowl the property, and direct telephone wires connect the mansion with Englewood Police Headquarters and the State Police barracks at Alpine. A flash over those wires would bring machine and riot guns, teaiv gas bombs and all the other devices of modern police warfare to the.scene in ninety seconds. It is utterly impossible for an outsider to get within a quarter of a mile of the baby's nursery on the second lloor of the South wing of the imposing white mansion that is set on a knoll in the center of a thousand acres of beautiful shrubbery and timber. The butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker are all thoroughly investigated by the Chief of Police before they are permitted to drive their delivery trucks into the grounds. The stranger desiring entrance to the estate on legitimate business must first state the nature of his mission to the police, who in turn pass word along to that member of the household with whom contact is desired.

Callers on the Morrows and the Lindberghs are advised how and when to arrive. When Colonel Lindbergh is expecting visitors, he answers the door himself. Even the scene of the kidnaping the once easily-accessible white house in the silent, forbidding Sourland Mountain country near Hopewell, New Jersey is now under heavy guard. State Police troopers maintain a constant vigil in a weathcrbeaten shack at the edge of the property, hard by the private road that leads to the "house. At night, two State policemen sleep in a room but a few feet from the nursery where the of the century was perpetrated.

America's most famous private citizen and his wife have not the remotest idea of weakening even one link in the costly human chain that they have flung about their second son. In the years to come, wealth, power and human ingenuity will constantly be pitted against the dark star that has for so long cast its ominous glow over the Morrow household. that she would go to her room immediately and get it. However, all that day and the following passed without word or sight of her. So an employe was Ruth Fallows, "Follies" Beauty, Who Incurred the Wrath of a Paris Music Hall Proprietor by Refusing to Appear Virtually Nude.

Hounded by Jealous French Rivals, She. Returned to the States, Disillusioned and Broke. sent to investigate. There was a divorce in 1923 and Williams came to New York and entered a brokerage house. After a while her yearly allowance was stopped.

Refusing to be financially beholden to anyone, Mrs. Williams set about making her own living. She worked in decorators' establishments in Paris and London and later had one of her own in the latter city. But it failed utterly. Time came when she was all but penniless, with a 5-year-old daughter in school in Kent, England.

Then, with the last of her funds and without a word to her French sweetheart, she went wearily to Paris, to the hotel in which they had spent unforgettable hours, and, as "Marie Hall," put a bullet through her head. On a stand beside her bed was a small phonograph, its needle at rest at the end of a record, "Evening Bells," sung by a choir. There was also a note for the police, apologizing for the "trouble" she was causing and saying: don't want my family to know what has happened until after my burial. Please don't let my family see me. Bury me as soon as possible.

Put in my coffin the bib and little shoe you will find beside me." These mementoes, evidently of her schoolgirl daughter, were not found until her body was lifted to be borne away. When "Marie Hall" arrived at the hotel she said she had just come -from London. She asked for the least expensive room. Neither during the remainder of that day nor in the evening did she leave the hotel. Next day, the manager, meeting her in the lobby, asked for her passport, in accordance with police regulations.

She replied By Staff Correspondent PARIS. UPON a bed strewn with roses in a fashionable hotel in the Rue de Rivoli, beautiful "Marie Hall" was found dying. There was a bullet wound in her head. A revolver lay beside her empty hand among the blood-stained had lain thus for thirty hours. She died in a hospital without having uttered a word.

(At that time the American dollar was falling sharply a fact not without significance, perhaps.) It was not until-the body had been taken to the Paris, morgue that the identity of "Marie Hall" was disclosed. And, with it, the story of her desperate life. "She killed herself because she was too courageous." Such was the anomalous reason for her suicide given by the nameless man who identified her. She was not "Marie Hall" at all she was Mrs. Douglas Williams, once the wife of a New York stock broker.

Wherever they lived after their marriage London, New York, Washington, D. C. the beauty of Mrs. Williams was remarked upon and admired. In London it enslaved a rich French count, with whom she pvnt.uallv fell in love.

the door was opened and "Marie Hall" was discovered dying. Another experience, not exactly tragic, but equally indicative of the bad influence Paris can exert upon young people in these times, was that of pretty Ruth Fallows, an American girl. Ruth was only eighteen, a greatly admired, graceful member of the "Follies." Her beauty and charm were such that they attracted the calculating eye of the proprietor of a notorious Paris music hall. His wife, by the way, was a show girl and dancer distinguished for the scantiness of her stage costumes. With several other "Follies" girls, Ruth was induced to go to Paris to appear in one of its startling revues.

But the French women in the company were viciously jealous of her and the SJ Si 1 1 A AMU) JUI ELY CULBERTSON, BRIDGE EXPERT 682 LETTERS DR. WILLIAM BRADY, HEALTH CONSULTANT 1951 LETTERS CAROLINE HATFIELD, FRIENDLY COUNSELOR 602 LETTERS NANCY PAGE, ADVISOR ON HOME PROBLEMS 735 LETTERS ROBERT QUILLEN, EDITORIAL COLUMNIST 252 LETTERS.