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THE CHINA MAIL, TUESDAY, JUNE 14, 1955.

ALL-GIRL SAFARI

GOING MY

WAY!

ON

THE WAY

By KAY MURRAY

New York. "Then of course, there's me.”

dark-haired, attractive and

BEVERLY PUTNAM'S "Me Miss Beverly Putnam, off to Darkest Africa madly enamoured of wide open again with another All-Girl spaces with lots of game in Safari.

"

them.

"Our ages? Well, the young- who "But this time there will est 32" said Beverly, only be four of us," Beverly is 32, and the others go up

and up.

and let's just let it go told me in New York be at that." fore leaving last week. Beverly made so many friends "Let's face it-the main in Nairobi last year she thing I learnt on last year's hardly wait to get back.

"Everything was much too

Can

expedition is that fourteen hectic last time," she said. "This women with three men be- year with a smaller group it tween them doesn't work will be quite different. I know exactly what to advise each out.

woman Lo bring in the way of

"We shall have two white clothes, and Colonel Brett hunters a Belgian, Count (British-bom

head of Safari-

Rudy van der Hegen, and a land Ltd, biggest outfitting Dane, Hans Jegersen. He's establishment

young and very looking,"

good-

In Nairobi)"is looking after every last detail."!.

thris

added Beverly. [PREFER SKIRTS ] with satisfaction. "There Beverly confided that will probably be one or two year, mosquitos or no mosquitos, other white men, lurking she is wearing SKIRTS, "I see about-drivers and such. I no reason not to look like think the whole thing will go out there." work out much better."

How

Another thing Beverly learnt on last year's month-long big game hunting safari was to Get Along With Women.

"I had to," she said. "But I was so scared I used to go and fake it ous on the animals."

she sild "I always felt so baggy in those pants."

if

She will wear a wrap-around skirt over matching shorts, worn with long socks, so that

she von things get energetic shed the skirt in a hurry.

"My biggest trophy last year was a Cape water, buffalo," said Beverly This year I'm going after leopard."

[ ASSORTED GROUP ] The Beverly Putnam All-Girl Sarri will visit Madrid, Rome, Athens, Istanbul, Cairo, Mom- bask, Zanziber (where they will have an audience with the ary game licence of £30.

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month on

sanart

This will cost her an extra £25 over and above the ordin-

Last year's safari evoked no Sultan). They will spend a life and death incidents. No one

in Tanganyika

had to sidestep 3 charging and fly home by way of Addis hinoceros or beat a hasty re- Ababa (where they

be will!!

to avold 4 wounded received by the Emperor if he

did "One buffalo

the North buffalo. in residence),

is in

in

8.

Lisbon,

corne

con

African cost toving back and have a look at us," Paris and London.

ceded Beverly. "We always America on Augus

like to think he was charging

A good deal of the shooting on the current safari will be done with a camera.

about £1,500 apiece by

the

This little trip will cost them time they have paid for extras like hunting licenses, taxidermy work and hire of guns,

"We're going to make a colour aim to use on lecture tours." Beverly said,

They are an assorted group. "One is a

California insurance

Members of the expedition agent, another le rancher who lives in Beverly Hills and the will be considered improperly third a Park Avenue woman dressed unless they wear there who, as far as I know, doesn't "All-Giri Safari" badges, de do anything except live on signed by Beverly in the shape Park Avenue,"

told. of an African shield.

Sociéte

was

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**No use, everybody=we'll have to split-up

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DID IT HAPPEN?

A MESSAGE

to BAYEUX

OMETIMES we ship was going to dock and

would play cards; "See-you-in-London."

but usually we

When I arrived at the would sit up in bed, staring through the tall 92nd-I think it was the windows

over the terraced 92nd-General Hospital I villas to the port of Algiers, was a bit of a curiosity. I was a War correspondent Apart from the tank captain and what they all wanted to with a brain tumour, we know this was in the late

We were all convalescent.

spring of 1944 - was were waiting to go home, whether there was going to And in the girls' school at be a landing in France. Ber-Aknoun that now was a military hospital all the talk was of transports and when the Swedish hospital

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When I told them I didn't know, the others in the ward' lost interest, and I was left to brood alone on the fact that my Movement Orders had been cancelled, and that although I was en- titled to return to England, my low travel priority as a war correspondent, made it likely that I'd be stuck for months in a city which I had begun to hate

To imagine Algiers in those days, you have to think constant traffic of American, French and Bri-

of

a

tish troops, interspersed

I envy you, she zuid.

You're going home. ŽALUZIA EREXAPERIT512D: LA CA1935)LJYTICELITSILLITUBIO

Today's story in the series that keeps yön guessing is tald . . .

-by-

MAURICE

EDELMAN

MAURICE

EDELMAN, Sockist MP for Coventry Horth, best sellike

Goes Home, A Society chalou, wer also published la Com

and the United States), tianer wed Modera Lange oyes prodaste of Trinity College, Cambridos, 1 an expert in France, a Chimalte de la Ligias d'homment And Chairs of the Franco-Britisk Parliamentary Relations Commities.

"A" driswolled version of ha ̄latest" soral, at Dream of Trease, will be talarised lofar this year,

today. Mouries Edaiman, 4 married, with two dangitars, Divas La Amersham.

with Arabs in burnous-the during the exode, the flight dust and confusion of a from Paris in 1940, and

Drawing by Hesseltine

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I've brought come to see you. you grapes--and something to read."

You know," she went c clasping her hands over her knees, "I've good news for you."

I waited for her to continue.

"You're going home," she said triumphantly.

"No, I'm not," I answered: "They've cut out low priority eir travel"

"Yes," she said, and added in English, "It's for the Second Front."

I didn't answer her.

"But there's a seat for you"

awollen, intrigue-ridden city that the other had been she Insisted, "next Thursday. of exiles. For, above all. separated from her with Do you remember Colonel Algiers was a place of the rest of her family and Sax?” nostalgia.

A symbol

lost.

Promise 'me

ረ-

As she hurried off, I stuffed and the elderly refugees in their her letter into my trousers that common misery looked alike. hung by the bed.

But suddenly I changed my mind. "Do you know Madame We, she was right. A few Vauglas?" I asked the sweating days later we took off from young woman with the brassard Maison Blanche, and after a few who was in charge. hours' stop at Rabat I found my- self spending awake the whole of a miraculous, moon-filled night as we few homeward over white cirrus cloud.

"No,"

she said abruptly, absorbed in her work of giving to a newly clothes-coupons arrived queue.

L

But as 500m as I had put my A group gathered

But soon the Vis began to fall- on England; the morning of question. D-day came: and my editor found me. asked me to go to France.

"Madame

She Vauglas? isn't here. She's at Fecamp." Do you remember the hot days "Madame Maric Vauglas?" of June 1944? I flew with the "No. Madame Jehanetie 9th US. Air Force who had Yauglas" "Yes, she was here. established * strip Carentan, and before long I was eating an excellent meal in the farmhouse where they had set

near

The first person I ran into at the Lion d'Or was, surprisingly enough, my solicitor, now a Mili. Lary Censor,

She's at the other rest-centre." But she's gone." She's dead,"

she's in hospital....

"C'est moi!

up a Mess, among the cattle and -- So it went on with advice and the pulpy apples in the orchards queries and counter-queries, till at last I could see that there | "In G4?"

The main battle" had moved was nothing be done, and I westward towards Caen, and we called out over the beads of the I'm not thinking now of She was a sad girl, and

I'm "That's It-in G4. He told me decided the war-correspondent children. "All right, Mac. the homesick Americans somehow she came into my there's a place for you on a photographer, Captain Ehren- coming.” who had their PX and their mind one Wednesday after- better get better quickly."

York next Thursday, You'd reich, the US. conducting officer and myself-o get a lift in a washing-machines and their noon I'm writing from

jeep to Bayeux. ice-cream.

memory, but it must have been a Wednesday after-.. noon because the ward was crowded with visitors as I lay thinking with a sort They carried their Amer- of desperate loneliness of ca with them. Nor am I Amersham and the people thinking even of our own at home. men who would look at the

One of the problens, he told same cloudless, coppery sky

a lovely wee burny?" a welfare "Why should Sax

me, were the refugees who were each day, and wish it'd

worker asked, aproaching may began.

crowding into Bayeux and he rain. I'm really thinking of bed. She used to provide wool

promised me an interesting "Well," she said in English, story if I went down to the Re- receiving a stranger in her the

exiles, the and patterns for occupational "He says he's a softy. He ception Centre at the Mairie. French Gaullists who had got away therapy. after the fall of France, and were waiting to fight their way back.

"And would you like to make

Norves!

She stood, and I looked up at way the her suspiciously. G4 branch of the US Forces deal- ing with transport. It was true I'd tried to get a lift from the Americans.

thinks you look like his brother- in-law, so he got you a sest!"

"What?"

1

so it

The letter

went on

At that moment, an old lady in black with her white kalr tightly drawn back in a bun shuffled through the crowd.

"On me demande?" she said. "Mme Vauglas?" I asked, "Mme Jehanette Vauglas?"

"C'est mol," she replied. She spoke with an earnest, unsmil- ing courtesy as if she were

drawing-room,

But just as I was turning to mouth. go I saw from the corner of my eye a name that seemed familiar, "Vauglas

Jehanette

1 picked my way over the "I have a letter for you," "

"A letter from your children and the bundles to said. "Curious idea!” I said.

wards the notice board that daughter-from Suzanne. She "Very curious!" she answered, dripped like stalactites with lists asked me in Algiers to give

you this letter." Or, at any rate, to go

Missing back.

I turned over on my side and and we both laughed. And then of Dead and Wounded and For if there was

I began casually to I saw that her face was dark

When the finished reading, as I did so I heard her say,

she remained staring at the anyone who, for me at any prayed nerves" to the man again with misery, and she said: read the names "Truete, PiCTS"

Truneau, Angelique, Tudesque, letter while the tears moved "I envy

you. 'You're going Jean-Paut Varia, Mellsande rate, symbolised the deep, the next bed, presenting him home"

the grooves of And slowly down Vanneur, Hippolyte.. the with a Mickey Mouse. inward yearning of

her face, down the side of her French to return home it

nose and on to the corners of her But as I lay drowsing in the sitting by my

"Please," she said suddenly, bedside agala. was Suzanne Froment.

murmur of voices from the "Please promise me BOETIC other beds, I looked up and saw thing.... When I first saw her in Suzanne Froment standing near Information Mess behind the door. She was holding in: the Aletti, she was sitting one hand a raffa bag with white

"Please promise that if there's !

I repeated to grapes, the small sweet grapes with her long hair you that you get in Algeria, and in a landing in, France if there's a myself.

"Vangles, Jchenette remember the film actress the other she was carrying two Second Front-promise you'l Tauglas." And then I remem hair styles of those days books.

call on my mother she lives bered. Suzanne's motherl trailing over her face 68's hard to remember what Madame Youglas.”

she used to live, in Caen..... Fshe polished her nails,

she wire; I suppose It was the Bourdillon of the French loose blouse and short skirt that "But how

art began. Agency said to me bitterly, most young Frenchwomen wore

She put her hands over her "Suzanne's preparing to be in those days. But I do remem liberated.

ber the clacking sound of her face when she spoke her wedge shoes as to my surprise-mother's name, and the tears

my bed. gleamed between her fingers. But he didn't know then, he crossed the ward nor did I know till much "Huh!" I cald. later, that one of her visiting.....

Are

you

COLISE I will." I satė: She rose quickly, and gave me children had been killed by "They said in the Mess you, a letter addressed to her mother, German machine gun fire were ill; the awered, “I've in Caen.

Vauglas

I put my hand in my trouser pocket, and there, crumpled and creased and sealed, was the letter he had given the. I hadn't touched it since that day. in the hospital

swinging, dust covered jeep I And all the way back on the

kept thinking of war not as the clash of millions of men, but as the face of that; aged mother, weeping

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DID IT REALLY HAPPEN?

YES

NO

D'Pat your tick fa tha mora chera 'and

sadtber, stary in this; marion by

""We'd better get "cracking.” the photographer said to me.

I hesitated for a moment, and- then I slipped the letter back into my pocket. Dusk was com

ing up; we were in a hurry; “happee }

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