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THE CHINA MAIE, SATURDAY, APRIL 29, 1961, R

The Judge of Hongkong's Dog Show this year, Mr B. C. Lord, comments on his impressions during last month's championships held at the Jockey Club

PETER CHAMBERS

EFFERVESCENT AND AS FRESH AS THE WEEKEND

MY NIGHT IN THE WAXWORKS

CHAMOIRE AND ROOM-MATES

JUST got up to have another look at Mrs Dyer by flashlight. I am spending the night in the Chambor of Horrors. In a whole row of murderers Mrs Dyer really stands out. Buck teeth; large, capable hands.

Mrs Dyer, as the cata-

logue tells you, was Oh, well; I'll get on with my stops into the Horrors. This traguses. But this theory is a executed in 1896

paperbackc (Alfred Hitchcocks in the bell they used to toll at non-starter. for presents...Twenty-five macabre public executions in London. running an adoption toles to chill the blood).

"Sleep Light," he grinned. 2.30 am A visitor! For a nasty And She Whom I Fancy put her racket, or baby-farm.moment I thought it was Dr face up for a goodnight kics. She strangled the babies Buck Ruxton creaking across "You brave, brave ninny," she the room on his wax feet. murmured. She added, practical she was paid to adopt,

They hanged tuxton in 1930 girl, "What a pity about the and dropped them in for murdering his wife and is £100. You could have bought the Thames afterwards, buting bita of her, after he me a present." near Reading.

"If you really want to sleep down there, you can have the

nofa from my offer," Mr Ber- nord Tussaud, chlet waxwork artist, had told me. "But bring your own blanket."

I brought blanket, pyjamas, transistor radio, half a pint of inilk and a solid fuel stove to heat it on.

Yes, strange maybe, but I do like my hot milk at right.

"Where do you want this put,

guy?" said the two attendants, nienhandling Mr Tussoul's sofa down the steps into the Cham- ber of Horrors.

Very cosy spat is at the back of this pillared dungeon between waxworks of "Christle at No. 10 Rillington Place" and Caryl Chessman in an Authentic Re- plica of the San Quentin Gas Chamber,

hnel cut her up, among the heather at Moffat, Scotland.

An idea

said the night watchman, arriy- "Brought you a cup of tea."

ing on real feet.

Thanics," I said.

he

I had a great idea. I suggested έσ the night watchman should bring one of the firemen down, then we could pass the time t

three-handed bridge, with Dr Crippen playing dum-

iny. much to do, honest."

"Nah." he said. "We got too

Nobody on the night staff is a bit impressed that i am spending the night in the Chamber of Horrors. All are under the flu- sion, like everybody else, that it

has been done before.

I looked at Christie and I the authority of Bernard thought "The heck with looking at you all night,"

Crippen...

So I chose this nice upen space by the Guillotine, facing Medieval Tortures, and flanked on my left by Dr Crippen, Mrs Dyer, Mrs Pearcey, and Dr Wil- Ham Palmer, the Rugeley Pai- soner,

It never bas. I have this on Tus- Rud, aged 63, and Afth genera- tlon member of the Tussaud family to direct the tomous waxworks museum.

"Don't think we are paying you £100 to sleep in the Hor- rors, he said. "That's a myth that was started in a magazine in the 1890's, and we still get half a dozen letters a week from people who want to take up the bet.

"In fact, you are the first member of the public we have ever allowed to sleep the night down there.”

It is very quiet down here. I have one light on, because what's the point of sitting in

"Sleep," he calls it. I had the Chamber of Horrors If you arrived like an Insomniac Oval- can't see the surrounding eyes? tiney at 2 'clock in the morn- I wanted to listen on ny ing and I haven't slept a wink. transistor to the "Pick of the I am suffering from the riot- Pops, broadcast by one of those Qus sense of humour of Mr all-night German stations, but James Catrey, administrative the beastly little machine won't assistant to Mr Tussaud. work because it is too for under- ground.

He rang the Newgate Bell as I descended the winding, stone

The fact is I don't trust Cat- ney, ar She Whom I Foney, a bit.

Murderera have nothing In common except their boring monomanis. Heavens, what hores they are.

They do say that Haigh had a certain acid charm and he once lived in a South Kensing- ton hotel three streets from me. But I never met him.

"Cup of tea," said the recur- ring night watchman. "Thanks,” I said. "Too bad about the card school." "Yer," he said. "Work, you know."

теп.

I don't seare easy, as the Americans say. But supposing the pair of them came romping He went upstairs on his ve nut from behind a pillar, draped feet to get his live head down, in white sheets and going I bet. "Whso-0000"

4 am Prince Philly, also up- Keep awake, Chambers, Tako stairs, wears girl's hair. And so

do all the other

"The a tour.

quality of the hair we use is really too good for a lot of men,” I was told by Vera Bland, chief beautician at the waxworks. "But we can only get girls' hair. Mostly it's snipped off novitiate uns in the Low Countries and imported."

Unwinking

Ty

I just went over with flashlight to make sure Dr Buck Ruxton ("Hullo, Buck") was sill there. Behind him,

Heath and Haigh stared at me with unwinking eyes.

"It costs about £500 to make a waxwork," Mr Tussaud told me earlier.

I watched Bernard Tussaud working

on his latest subject, Lord Home. The Foreign Secre- tary should have his eyes put in some time next month.

Mr Tussaud takes 30 facial measurements with callipers, and then works from

photo. graphs. Among other things, he measures the distance between the tip of your nose and your tragus.

Philip's hair

Funny thing.

I never knew

I had a tragus, but it is that triangular gristly bit that leads off the cheek to protect the en- trance to your ear.

3.30 am

tragus,

and

Went over with my flashlight to look at Buelt's

And Heath's, Haigh's, and Landru's.

Thought I might surprise Scotland Yard with a new theory

that murderers have identical

No moves

Just checked Buck. He hasn't moved. I turn to page 285 of my book and read "Waxwork," A fanciful tale by A. M. Bufrazė, in which a young newspaper re- porter is found dead after spend- ing the night a chamber of horrors.

This nut-case reportex fancied waxwork got off his pedestal with an open razor and cut his throat. He died of fright.

5.30 am Sleepy...Just a quick check on Buck and I'm off Into dreamland...

7.45 am This is too darned carly to be woken up. And no tra either.

Tussaud's (pronounced Two- so's, please) is as busy as a fac- tory, and an army of men and women are giving the waxworks their dally brush down.

Too Suld goodbye to Buck. bad I wasn't scared. Anybody ice to try me in a haunted house, and no jokes?

-London Express Service).

Following the news that when Prince Philip played polo for the Welsh Guards the opposing side--the Diehards—included a woman

Dogs-Good & bad

HAPPY Valley Racecourse, Hongkong; this was the setting for the Hongkong Championship Dog Show that I was privileged to judge on March 26, 1961,

By

B. C. LORD

my

My wife and I had been in the Colony for alunes a year and large luminous eyes, when I was

a good asked to judge body, ampie bone and a really would love to see him. He was wondered what sort of dogs

I can honestly say that would be avaliable. With very showed

good coat. He moved and two years old and wonderfully wife and I spent a most enjoy-

beautifully. In few exceptions, all I had seen whole of the

the docile. It is thought that a able day and my thanks are due classes I found Bulldog from one of the East to the Secretary Mr H. M. were those of the mongrel

only one with a "nose." variety.

India Company's vosscla got Howell and to his helpers, par- years Ago and tearly Mr and Mrs Gordon However, on the day--what a also UK-bred. I was

My Best of Breed Boxer was ashore many

rather muted with some of the local Campbell who made my job so different story! Several of then disappointed in these classes. hitches. Whatever It was it easy. Whilst the Secretary has

What a difference when it came

was a most interesting dog and such as these to help him

see local Kennel Club must be as- to the Poodle classes. These I would very much like to

sured of suCOESS. were good and the final line-up more of them if they exist. in the Show might well have been different if one of them would only have put its tail up. I have slaco thought that I might have been a bit hard in this respect.

could hold their own against most at Home,

My Best in Show was n magnificent Colle Bitch and Best Opposite Sex, a Bull mastiff. It turned out that hoth the. Beulah's Golden Fusweets, the Collie and Adept of Bull- mastiff were UK bred. Generally speaking all the dogs importert

from UK were a credit to their

former owners and breeders.

As long as this happy condi- tion applies, there will be no drying up of orders from here.

My strongest classes were Alsatians (20). Pekes (20) Boxers (18) and Poodies (10).

miclature

Dachshunds had fair classes and were all put down in 600 condition. Not really anything of note in these except perhaps the wire-haired puppy.

best Asatlar Bitch wus very nice but as she was show- I ing in whelp, har shape would

not be truly assessed.

Very good

Light eye

"both

Just Fancy That &

the

TROLLEY-BUSES made two unscheduled stops in

Doncaster the other day when two labourers hit a 500-volt electric cable. The first man hit the power Iine with his pick; buses stopped for half an hour. Two hours later services were disrupted for 40 minutes when a second workman hit the same cable with his drill.

★

THE bomb that stayed live for 45 years was found

Thom that stay at Rotherham, Yorkshire

The Irish Wolfhound was In Alsatians the locally-bred od specimen and sound

coming and golrar. His chict đơgs and bitches had almost

fault was his light eye.

The ly. It was dropped by a Zeppelin during Sheffold's clean sweep. My best Alaattin Bulmastiff was another

ve only air raid in the First World War. Bomb disposal Dog afterwards went lame and good dog. Beautiful head And had to pay the penalty. My eye, well-boned and

he com- officers exploded it in a blasting pit at a ateel works. also bined mubstance and sourdness. was pleased to #co after- wards that I had given both this TVE hundred indignant dockers staged a one-day dog and the Best in Show Collie token strike because a Swansea Docks canteen had Bitch their third Certificates. By the way, I found one of only 12 eggs to go round among 100 of their hangry mates at breakfast time. Said one: "The only thing Dog Hounds, Joe Cartledge, was the canteen staff ever thinks of is eggs and chips. Now chasing round after in Out here there

classes shaw. He did not turn out to even the eggs have vanished.” confined to China-bred in all be a "pretty girl." but a "lovely breeds, as well as the usunt boy." Seriously though it was a classes one finds at Home.

Chinese Fighting Dog. It was THAT'S strange, thought the public-aplrited citizen The Pekes were

very good the size of an English Bull Ter-bullion var outside a bank on a Sunday after- indred, and it amazed me how rior with a Staffordshire head such profuse coats could be ob- teined in this climate. This ap-

all plied to the long-coated varieties.

Getting back to the Pekes, my Best of Breed was a grey brindle with a really lovely head and

Rre

a rick-

and weighed about 50 lbs. His noon! He called police. mouth was good and whot

A cordon was thrown around the bank Williams powerful underjaw and muzzle: Deacons, in Oxford-street, Manchester, and the n velvety blue-black skin Atted "raiders", unmasked-us the spring-cleaning squad. him like a glove and what a

And the bullion van? Inside were mops, buckets am BUTC mover he was. I lot of terrier breeders at Home and Indders.

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