Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia on July 20, 1975 · Page 59
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Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia · Page 59

Charleston, West Virginia
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Sunday, July 20, 1975
Page 59
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Mysteries of the Missing The Collier Cyclops sailed into that eerie stretch of the sea known as the Bermuda Triangle in 1918, and never returned. The Waratah. The crew of the Mary Celeste. The crew By Dome R. Hoag THE DESERT OF MESOPOTAMIA, July 20,1924 - At dawn this morning two RAF pilots, Flight Lieutenant W. T. Day and Pilot Officer D. R. Stewart, took off across the desert on a routine reconnaissance flight. Five hours later, when they had not returned, a search plane was dispatched to look for them. After circling around for an hour and a half the search party spotted the single British plane standing alone in the midst of a vast and empty desert. Landing, they went up to it cautiously. There was no one around it. Yet the plane had not been struck by any bullet. There was still gasoline in the tank. The engine started instantly when the propeller was turned. But of the pilot and his observer, no trace. Then someone noticed the footprints of two men on the opposite side of the plane. The search party followed them. The sand was soft, the footprints perfectly clear. They followed the trial for approximately 40 yards. There the tracks stopped. Beyond that point there Aaron Burr's daughter sailed away and was never seen again. was not a single mark in tne smooth, unmarked sand. It was as though those two aviators had at that point simply vanished into thin air. And to this day, after more than 50 years, not one single word has ever come to help solve the mystery of Flight Lieutenant Day and Pilot Officer Stewart! Every year, about 25,000 people in this country alone disappear. Some, like Pattie Hearst, do it deliberately, for reasons good or ill; but of all those who do, only about two out of 100 remain missing for as long as six years. And after ten years, nearly every one is found. But there are exceptions. On Dec. 12,1912, Dorothy Arnold, an attractive young woman who was engaged to be married, was doing her Christmas shopping on Fifth Avenue. At a quarter of two she stopped to chat with a friend, then walked on. At the corner of 57th Street she paused, looked back at her friend, smiled, and waved her hand. Then she stepped around the corner and disappeared. She has never been seen or heard from since. Ambrose Bierce, the writer. Vanished without a trace. Judge Joseph Crater, Amelia Earhart. Rudolph Diesel, the inventor of the Diesel engine. Gone, none knows where. At six o'clock on the evening of Sept. 28,1913, the slender, grey haired inventor, Rudloph Diesel, boarded the Channel steamer "Dresden", bound for Harwich, England. At the door of his stateroom he said goodnight to two of his friends, went in, closed the door, and was never seen again. Men disappear. Women. Ships. of the Joyita.. Vanished. All. On December 30,1812, Theodosia Burr, the beautiful daughter of Aaron Burr, the third vice-president of the United States, boarded the schooner Patriot in Charleston, South Carolina, to visit her father in New York. The next morning people on shore watched the schooner's sails drop below the horizon and disappear. They never saw it again. For seven weeks, grief- stricken Aaron Burr went down to the Battery every morning of his life, hoping the ship would appear. It never did. Fifty-six years later, long after Burr was dead, a physician named Dr. W. G. Pool was called to visit a patient at Nag's Head, N.C. As he entered the shack on the beach, he found an ailing, 80-year old woman who was close to death from starvation. She was penniless, but on the wall of the cabin was a magnificent oil painting, a portrait of a beautiful young woman whom Dr. Pool recognized as Theodosia Burr. Where had it come from? Why was it here in this lonely shack? The old woman died without ever a word of explanation. And of Theodosia Burr herself, no trace. Like Flight Lieutenant Day, Pilot Officer Stewart, Dorothy Arnold, and all the others, she had simply stepped into the limbo of the lost from which no word, no answer, ever comes! (Copyright Dooiw Hoag 1975) Mid-Summer Madness By Jim Gintonio I used to do my best thinking on those nickel beer nights in the centerfield bleachers. I won a war from Row L once, at approximately the same time my old man plotted the perfect crime -- a crazy fat lady in the next row bought the next round and we toasted the destruction of civil order and the end of the world. The game was of secondary importance; alas, it'usually is in Cleveland. Who f the man in the . Fruehauf hat wanted to know, was the best announcer in baseball? We voted seven times over four beers. Nobody won. Silence from the reserved seat section broke our concentration. Mike De la Hoz hit a foul ball and, before you could burp three times, the nickel beer was sold out. And still they came. Held and Alvis. Cline and "Monster" Radatz. And more haunts from the past. Victims' Row. The Fourth of July and 23 games behind the Yankees. That's the way it was meant to be. Whitey Ford pitching eight scoreless innings and Louis Arroya coming out of the bullpen t o . . . and Jimmy Piersall, a one-man arsenal of baseball bats and pitching helmets . . . and Rocky Colavito standing on home plate and throwing strikes into Lake Erie. , . Herb Score losing an eye and Sonny Liston losing a fight? It never could happen. Or Tony Lema killed in a plane crash and Charley Coody winning the Masters. And Floyd Patterson, the Great Black Hope, embarrassed by a guy who said "topnder;" and Ted Williams, off fighting in some war when he should have been in Fenway Park hitting .400. The only Ted Williams story I know is that he was fishing when his wife gave birth. That's class. And guts. Champagne Tony Lema. And beer-bellied Two-Ton Tony Galento. He used to train oh beer-from- the-tap and pizza. He won a fight one night, opened up his bar, and burned out seven cash registers. A generation ago? That party may still be going on. Everytime I think of how Horace Stoneham got tricked into moving the Giants west, I think of Russ Hodges. "The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant!". The Gashouse Gang, the Splendid Splinter, Marvelous Mary, Spahn and Sain and pray for rain, Stor- min' Norman . . . Sportscasters and sportswriters never die. They become cliches. Or maybe .it's vice-versa. It's always the biggest third down of the game; or the best shortstop in the league; or the payoff pitch that was hit to the hot corner and it went around the horn for a twin killing -- whatever the hell that means. They never tell me why a guy making $100,000 a year is taken out of the lineup when there's a left- hander pitching, or why Maury Wills never will be,a big-league manager. Or even why Andy Granatelli stopped making STP commercials. There was another "midsummer classic" last Tuesday night. It was "the greatest talent ever assembled on one baseball diamond" or some facsimile thereof. Where were Minnie Minoso and Harry "Suitcase" Simpson and Vic Power? Or even Gus Triandos? At least let them run around the bases (or is it circle the sacks?) one last time. And now Bob Cousy is running a soccer league. And we pay a million to import a Brazilian to bounce a ball around on hrs head. Fifty bucks for an Elvis Presley ticket and more than $800,000 for a track and field hall of fame. Whatever happened to common sense and Mike Garcia baseball cards? They shoot a race horse and people cry. They talk about it for years. They shoot people, don't they? Oh, Two-Ton Tony Galento, pray for us sinners. don't stop eating everything ...go ahead and eat sufficiently while you lose that fat GET RID OF 5,10,25 OR MORE POUNDS WITH THE X-11 DIET PUN that does not include strenuous exercises nor let you miss metis K u r o r t lllusr r \ I n 1 till- "iHII viilnru'-a-iitiy dirts Nnw voti i"in rat Miffirirnilv whili- ymi ins*' pounds nf unw;mlrd f;it .is you fnlliiw thi- - V I I Kithinnn Hii't l'I;m. 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C. ir.d { inc! N't in.imide No L 'itiil loimmQ diugs SHOP YOUR mm RIIE AID ·42 Tablets S3 105ToblclsS5 1 ''State Magazine, Jufy"20, ; 1975' , \CUARLESTON.-W:

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