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party. He had been a barber be- fore the war. Here he was head if the shop, and the prisoners who worked there had an easter time than mast. He was a man ,one could rely on. He was run- -ning as great a risk as Michel, for there was only am- punish- ment in the camp: death. W In“, tight streaming in ttte bunch Window was Mu whim. In hi: bunk in m tier, near the ceiling, by on his side with his hat against the wall and his will almost cloud. Before W the bugle would be blasting IN! the parade-ground. already "duly cold. Summer is soon on: in eastern Poland. But Michal would not see another Vitamin this place. For him. to left few hours would decme Qnrythlnz. He snuggled closer b the wall. The Kapo had just Cam and in I few seconds to [attack came to life again arrirti/." Here, even -the dmples! express10ns took on a derisive tone. The tattered n- Finally Brenner signaled. Mi- "ehel picked up a tire, cardboard box and walked to the door. His heart was not hearing more loudly than usual. He had to look natural. feel natural. The habit of faring dancer FGriti/ring m the semi-dare- ieu had long slnce left betupd the!!! the banality ot words. Michel remained mvmble 1n " upper bunk. There was no need tor him to upon for roll all. His name had been struck from the lists the mght before and his number was pmned m the chest of a dead' man . The night before. Bn'nner had 110le him pull the corpse from Ch. hole into which the clean-up squad had tossed it. along with d-ru ot others. After attaching ' number to it, they had let " lie them. It would be picked up later. Thus, the SS office had registered two deaths for one After roll call, the prisoners returned und Michel was able ttt mingle with them quietly, The no" difficult job lay ahead. He worked for two hours m) the cardboard shag. From time) to time he shifted his eyes look- ing tor Brenner. the Vorarbeiter. Brenner was a Jew, and a former member of the $00131sti The habit of facing d constantly, tor months on “NGAIOO STYLE - Little lou Ana Jacobs has no trouble get- 'ing into the circus. Her fucker, lou, is a clown, and between can he totes his 2lmonth-oid daughter -around kangaroo style, as shown above. ”OMEN? IN TIME - Momentous "rpm! by Irlmh Glover Manor ER"? I." fails no disturb the monumental calm of loypl’u egos-old pyramids. Jew Heeling shadow our.” the Iimohu dour! marks tho dcparvura of Brimin’s la" orserer0ortsl I” needy” to he". {gym under term; of the Anglo-[g ption Sun Canal lone Emu Agvoemem. Squod'ln in new ‘lud .0 Mom. . World Yuan) Prtti, Prisoner: loaded with various objects were going in and out ior the supply room. Michel en- ‘tvred and put down his box. l Without a word. someone showed Ihim a crate and helped him lift zit onto his back. He went out 'with his back bent, though the Mose was empty: here too the way had been prepared tor him helped him to remain cool. He Ind wounded the other limes, but this was the that that would count. He had on. chance In I hundred. perhaps, lad luck had already boon on his lid. mow than once. _ -_. 3 But now he had to trust to ‘luck. He had to watch tur an ‘upportunlly to steal to the igarage. While waiting he had to ‘walk to and tro between the supply room and the laundry with the case on his back, laalt- fmg busy. At each Itep, he ex- }pected to hear someone call "r'Halt!" -- the word that would ',put an end to his anxiety ence Michel tett the shop. Holding the box Iuinat ttig chest with both hands. he walked toward the barbed-wire oncluun that separated the shops trom the rest ot the camp. The sentry let him go by Ind pointed to the supply room: a poldier from the technical ottieq had rung up an hour before to tell him that a prisoner would be bringing a cardboard box. Ott in the dis- tance, in front of the laundry, Blum the storm-trooper was brandishing his whip. It was vards long and he used it " I lasso. I He tensed himself and made tl "ieliberate effort not to look to- let Blum, who was probably watching him. He could feel ‘the storm-trooper's gaze boring ','into him. Blum was always yel- iling. He was not nngry. but he ‘knew that his voice and whip were the oil that kept the camp 'machinery working properly. He) Pad. confidence in the machine? ',and served it efficiently. Blum) was an artist. Before the war, ’he had been a street musician, and he enjoyed making the lash [whistle With him, death was lnever sudden. He drew things out. perhaps because he Was one in! the younger men, And he inked to bewilder his victims, to Hest with them before taking out ‘his pistol. l Michel tried to move as it the ;case were bowing him down. He stumbled and then quickened his pace, though without going too fast, for it was better to be stung with the lash of a whip than get a bullet in his head be- cause he was carrying an empty case. He turned his head furtive- 1y. Blum was looking in the op- posite direction. The moment had come. He rushed to the for all The truck was ready. The car- riers were on hand. They showed no surprise when Michel got up on the loading platform. Finally the master arrived with a ma- chine-gun sluna acres) his chest. In his hand was ttae exit pass. He looked at the min. Pour of them. The figures tallied. He got garage, innand "the "driver started iitt, The gates opened. Ott to the city, Lvov. _ That was how Michel Borwicz, a writer and a major in the Polish army, escaped in Septem- ber, 1943, trom the Janov ex- terminatioh camp in eastern Po- lamf, where he had been sent a year earlier. The truck was supposed to so to the city to take on a load of building materials, furniture and other objects. It was followed by another " an interval of a few minutes. In one of the were- ,huuses, where Borwicz' arrival) Lhad been announced. the SS in charge was told that the loader wa: to remain behind to help load the next truck. which would (then take him back to camp. 'When he returned to the check- iing-post, the guard pointed out that one of the loaders was com- ing in the other truck. He did ‘not come. but the prisoner who lregistered entrances Ind exits \had also been "informed." Thanks to the complicity of who - ten member; In " an new to which be banned M, won executed. and " tune: the Id " “taunted the mute Im- . “In "In order to teach a lesson." Id Borwicz escaped by a skylight " in. the mm into whlch he hut been ldt‘ked to swan the bl ”that ot the next truck. He th scaled a wall and, m the neigh- rd but“ house. met two emW" at mm from the underground ex- he ecutivo "att ot the Soc-must ry party in Cracow, with whtch " tolhad succeeded m mukmg con- an tact several months before. They :',',',l,tl/."d Zluta Hosan- Rystnka) an AM Tidouu (Tudeusz Bllewwz. . who, alter the war, was a mem- 'tts- her at the Diet). He put on ct- ry, vilian clothes. took a small 'as valise and left with them to take 'as a Pett"r, And then, for the I first time thut morning, he felt frighened. its-Bad to. Tim " absolutely cue-ml. - (at "to man no ms-tttru/t my gtlw The fear was like a stone in the pit ot his stomach. it seemed to have drained his muscles of all energy. After managing the impossible, he was at the mercy of the most trivual accident. Dozens of people who knew him might have been in the street- car. In spite of his new clothes, look like a man who had escaped it we: impossible for him not to from a camp During the past few months, he had been able to keep his hair; despite the risks involved, he had borrowed a varisrtteiter's armband. which conferred this rare privilege. But his face bore the marks of ten months of slow death. And ithe car was moving towards the ‘camp. The station to which he {was going was near by. Any SS ':who happened to be in town lmight get on at the next stop ‘and recognize one at the slaves. lAnd it would start all over again. But no SS got on and nobody recognized tum. The next morn- ing he arrived in Cracow. Hel had Ilready been provided with fake' paper" under the name of Michael I2luguss, and had learn- ed his new past by heart. He im- mediately contacted the leaders of the underground Socialist party, most of whom he had‘ known before the war. , _ fice was Hn them. Borwicz, the son of a shop- keeper. was a graduate at the University ot Cracow. He was a teacher of literary history, a writer (one of his novels, Love and the Breed, dealt with an idyll in a concentration camp) and a Journalist. He was an edt- tor of a Socialist paper. Among his colleagues were Leon Krucz- kowski. later a deputy minister: Adam Ciolskosz. a member of parliament at the time and at present " emigre in London: and Joseph Cyrankiewicz. now Prime Minister. When the war broke out, Borwicz was in Geneva, where he was a cor- respondent of several news- papers. With great difficulty, he returned to his country. Taken ceped (“It was child’s play " prisoner by the Germans, he es- the tirpe/' he said) and chose to live in eastern Poland, which w" occupied by the Russians. The regime was very severe there. There were large-scale arrests. but intellectuals were not bothered “so long as they were tree." The propaganda of- Everything changed when the Germans drove out the Russian troops and entered Lvov. The ixtermination of the Jews be- gan. Raids grew more and more frequent. The ghetto wan eur- rounded. Borwicz. who entered the underground movement at‘ the very beginning.of the Ger- man occupation, was arrested one day while prowling about the ghetto with a revolver in his pocket. He had been trying to make Contact with a liaison agent. Luckily. he managed to get rid of his gun by throwing it into the air duct at a cellar. Several months later, when he we- a prisoner at the Janov camp, he was sent to town with a squad to break ice and clear away the snow, He succeeded in recuperating the gun, which had remained in the cellar on the coal pile where it had fallen. Rusty u it was, it was a pre- , cioul thing to have. These trips to town were en opportunity for the prisoners to make contact with the towns- people and also to organize themselves. Before returning to camp. the squads would Ish assembling at 4:30 pm. in I group of abandoned houses that had been pilleged alter the mass deportation of their inhebitente. They would sometimes wait for more thah an hour in the freer- ing told, until ell the sounds errived from the remoter part: of town. The prisoners had got permission from the German civilians ho bossed them to work t',l',AlL't'f'iil"; on Sunday, but none of them wanted to go back before the time they were due " cam , where they were in danger TCIT, " every mo- ment. depending upon the mood of one of the " who were learning the trade of hangman before beinl lent to Auschwitz, Bilkeneu, Belem or other camps when mum ere all too familiar. What with the cold and Inac- tivity, the waiting seemed m- erminablc. It occurred tn Bar- Irlcx and I few others that it would be a good idea to or- nniu Hunky meetings to while away the time. The SS guards would remain " the entrance of the your at homes. The pri- soner: would In to the farthest "rd. out" I dilapidniod room and mt in I turtle Around the veg? -niuci, interested DESERVING ONES - TV star Phil Silvers and can" None". 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Send 25 cents for your copy ot this book NOW - with gift patterns printed in it! speaker. Little by little, the "program" expanded. Borwicz recited poems that he had scrib- bled on a piece of paper found in a garbage can between two "vitamins" (which, in the langu- age of the camps, meant chores). From poetry, the prisoners soon turned to political discussion and then to plans for action. The works of the convicts were sometimes sent to the Polish re- aistance through contacts in the town. After the war, Borwicz was surprised to discover that several of his poems had been transmitted to London and New York and published there. But he séon lost the contacts that he had established with such difficulty, for the "outside" [00K AlIKES Mrs, M. T. Coleman display: the "lf-portrait she has done in oils, In puny good for nomoonu who has nun studied art in her life. "a BA-ylav-old woman has puinnd only cu a hobby. She plum tty do o penal of each of her 21 gram- grandchildron a: part of her future on work. squads we.re discontinued after it was noticed that they provided the prisoners with undesirahle opportunities. The leaders of the Socialist resistance regarded him as dead, until the day they learned that he had miraculously escaped hanging. Assigned to the cardboard workshops, which were a kind of camp within the camp, Michel managed, by a series of inund- ible and patient stratagemii, to get hold of two or three revolv- ers and to teach the use of them to the young men in the small groups he had organized. The lessons took place in the morn- ing before roll call. between 5:30 and 8:00, in his fifth-tier bunk. He was caught one morning by the SS. though fortunately the ‘revolvers were not found. The ‘SS hanged him then and there, but the rope broke, and, as a sporting gesture, he was par- daned, The entire undertaking had been ‘completely mad. For months“ on end, while cleaning the town, the men would try to find a passer-by wno was willing to sell a rusty old gun tor its weight in gold; then they patiently collected money among the prisoners: then they had to get the weapon into camp. de- spite the two or three check-ups when everyone was searched. Of what use were the two or three 6/35's against the SS machine- guns? These attempts, however. kept the living dead of the Jannv camp attached to the. thread of hope, however absurd the pro- ject seemed. When the outside squads were discontinued and mass extermination, began on the nearby sand-hills, the re- volvers were a means, not of escape, but of making a despa- rate gesture whereby a few of the cattle who were being led to the slaughter could act with dignity before being butchered. Borwicz has told the whole story in The University for ‘Hangmen, which was published in Polish and is now being trans- lated into French. In order to get to the sand-hills, the prison- Iers had to pass through a street in the town. Michel and his friends held a heated discussion about what they would do when their turn came. As soon " they got to the street, they decided, they would take out their guns and be shot down on the spot, before the eyes of the popula- tion, "A kind of last radio mes- sage," said Arthur, who will hard and cynical. "A pity that it costs so damned much. As tor lthe population, they'll clear out as fast their legs can carry them." Finally, Arthur was caught. in one of these death columns. managed to recuperate the revolvers, and did the “do- monstrating." His fellow-prison- ers in camp heard shooting going on for almost half In hour. A few members of the small group lurvived. Borwitm planned When asked about his work in the maquis, Borwicz dismisses it as "routine." At the head of some " small detachments - which the Germans believed to con- sist of about 2,000 men in all but whose' number actually varied between wo and 700 - he directed raids on small Gei- man convoys and police posts.! and organized clandestine meet- ings in the villages after night- tall to keep up the inhabitants' morale. On one occasion he and his men, with stolen arms. won a pitched battle in the Carpathians against a German punitive tx- pe4ition. Later on, the resistance men took over the little town of Prosiewice for two weeks issued an ultimatum to the oc- cupying troops, and forced them to leave -- provided with rail- way tickets issued by the "Re- public of Prosiewice" tor the journey across its territory! When the war ended, Borwiez was appointed chairman at the Historical Commission of Cra- cow. His job was to gather docu- ments for the Nuremberg trial. He made several trips sbrosd and in 1947 decided not to re- turn to his country. "The same oeople were beginning to be bothered all' over Main" he said. He has traveled a great deal, but has decided to settle in Paris, where last year. he pub- 1lished a doctorate thesis in so- ‘ciology on the writings ot pet'- ple condemned to death during the German occupation. In the big Latin quarter cafe where he spends a large part of his day, writing and seeing friends- "A hotel room is a dreary place" - this man. who has several times "lost everything," does not look or talk like a bitter exile. He is tall and robust and holds himself erect. He gives a kind of military impression that is immediately belied by his hu- morous smile and quiet voice. "I've managed more or less to earn my living here," he said, "working for various newspri- pers. It's just about enough to get by on, but I'm now used to starting all over again from scratch. And I have no family obligations." This Ghost Left A Fingerprint His gaze seemed to float above the heads of the students scat- tered through the cafe. He once wrote about his wife, who died in a Nazi prison, None could understand Your boundless grief. ' And you were left alone In the silent crowd. Mrs. A. Van Zyl, of the town ot Springs. South Africa. is en- gaged in an unusual quest. She is making inquiries about a handkerchief on which, she says, are imprinted the black finger-marks of a ghost. Ar a young girl. Mrs. van Zyl was friendly with another Springs woman who lived in a house reputed to be haunted. In this house furniture would be moved into different posi- tions during the night, and on one occasion the girl awoke to find her bed swinging around. Crockery, left after the even- ing meals to be washed the fol- lowing day, would be found cleaned in the mornings. Doors opened before they were touched. Mrs van Zyl said that on on. occasion she went to the haunted house with her friend. Wrapped around Mrs. van Zyl'a hand was a white hand- kerehiet. She had just touched the. door when her friend hit her. She asked the reason for the attack, and in turn her friend Iccuaed her of napping her across the face, Neither woman had hit the other. but Mrs. van Zyl noticed dark red marks on her friend's. face. Therrtrhtt glanced dawn " her handkerchief emf law black tingerrnttrks on it. Mrs. van Zyl kept the hand, kerchitf. but recently lost it. She is anxious to 1196 it back. because she think: it proof ttf the haunting. The latest Yagi Berra talc concern: his visit to the St. Petersburg waterfront to watch ' yach race. One 9! the boat: was flank a Jully Roger pen- nant. cnmplr-to with the pirates' skull and crouhnnal. "Know what that means?" Yogi was asked. "Sure", Inlwerpd Yogi dine." POISON-ALLY SPEAKING In m n maul-t cm In ““51pr it“ in 1035 I It)” mum's Wu playing tram muted stung: thy imintive melody ot 3 war la: new tune. ' A handsomn yams carpeme: seated baton to 11m ot mm shaulod tor an encore. Then. he drew a revolver trom ms pack., and shot himsel! through the heart. he let! behind him I Wtter telling ot ' pathetic love any”, and cnd‘ms. "t want to die lis- teninc to Gloomy Sunday.'" woo-u Sunday! A vaun shop-girl hanged herself mg beneath her [eat my a marked copy ot the tune of death. A pretty typist buried her {are on a pillow in a gas-oven-and In a last letter pleaded that the tune should be played at her tdnerai, -A" rinan sang the dirge-Iik'e retrain at a smoking concert Then he, too. shot himself. Like the Pied Piper's strain the strange rhythm crept Into the hearts of men and women. sending them headling to self. annihilation. The BBC banned the song American recording compames suppressed it. Perhaps It apno- mized the despair that was so prevalent during the rise of Hitler in the 1930's. Now the affair, probably the only m. stance ot a curse bound up with a popular tune, has become a classic tor psychologists and students of the supernatural. From newspaper libraries come such headlines as "Sui- eide Song's 19th Victim" and "Heartbreak Song Kills Again.' With its morbid words, the song spread from country to country Learned professors considered the evil effects of dance music, Lawyers debated whether the composer and lyric writer could be prosecuted tor complicity in the wave of deaths. Disappointment in love could npt alone be held responsible. One man who leapt out of a window while the tune was be, ing played was seventy years old. Another victim was a fit- teen-year-old girl. She drowned herself. leaving behind her an underscored copy of the song. Strangest of all was a Buda. pest errand-boy who had ridden half-way across one of the Danube bridges when he heard a beggar singing the song of lament. The boy stopped, lis- tened, emptied his pockets for the beggar-and then climbed the bridge rail and jumped. Perhap_s the old gipsy belief is true-that there are some tunes it is not good to hear. Or was it mass hysteria? Whatever the explanation, the police called on the composer, Reszo Seress, and demanded that the .piece should be with- drawn. Then was revealed the composer's own amazing story. Created in an evil moment, the song's strange destiny had also affected him. Two years previously the girl whom he had loved and planned to marry had thrown him over for a rich banking director. One dreary Sunday, when the unhealed ache of the past re- turned and his heart was heavy, Seress sat down and worked out the tune. It is not surpris- ing that for months it‘could not find a publisher. It could hard- ly add to the gaiety of an even- ing when a crooner sang: 'Wve hastened back to my lonely room Though I knew I would not find you there . . . " ' Then the song began to be played-and shortly ntterwards the news of his former sweet. heart‘s death reached him. HIT SONG WAS A MASS KILLER She had poisoned ersaH. and left only two words scrnwled as a farewell message on a sheet of paper. “Gloomy Sunday". The publishers agreed to withdraw the song, but after the ban bootleg copies were tur- tively hawked in the streets and found eager buyers. The trail of death continued. Perhaps some Hungarians were over-impres- sionable, but the hoodoo on the song was soon world news. From Spain and Italy came tur- ther fatalities. TAU! 'ACtt--Marilout" Oraymoum given on to Uncle lam at a talking mailbox in New York City, It's an. ot the Hut of in ‘kind. A two-way communications system installed in tho bon ‘maku it possible for poison; to obtain postal information with. laut walling in line in the p." office. A 2t in the inquiry woman mom a miupohane to wpply onuwon o quorim made on "rut. ( mod. tho tirst acclaim. Ct members at the trand were (cued. Two municiam rein to take part in the record union. Thero were so ml humus that no lower tl “unity-one was“! resents l to b. and. baton on. t good mouth to so into I duction. Columnists immed.iately m much of the tact that twenty spelled recordings cu cided with the song’s nun death-roll of twenty. Apart trum the plaintive r ody, it was thought that n ing In the words or music the song would disturb In boned New Yorkers, But I listening to the Hal Kemp dering on the radio, a yc chemistry student hanged t self. Soon the United States bewailing tive victims. The no we riu I Musicir Union decided that its mam should lend no further up to the song. The radio works and record compa strengthened this consplrac) silence The composer romplamed stand in the midst of deathly success as an acru This fatal fame hurts me . . cried all the disappointmn of my heart into this song people with feelings akin to their own hurt m it . ' . , The BBC decided It could brcyicast as a ballad. T ctushged their mind when found its first victim in L don. “ A Brixton policeman he the dirge rcpvaterily cum from a window on hts beat. last he mvestipated and (at a repeat mechanism play the disc over and over in grey dawn while, near-by, woman lay dead. “Gloomy Sunday" was ba ned, without further pr0mp ing, by publishcrs, bands, sin' ers and record cumpanies. T' Strange"! trail cf disaster musical history came to sn ei at last. In Amati". when 191 lb IA regimental dug-mascot WI laid to rest with the iolluwm epitaph: I "in memory of Jip who i his time bit: the CO. 2 major: 5 captains. l3 liruh-nunm ' sergeants, 200 other ranks ant 1 land mine." GIANT TRY -- Bob lennon in 3after more than the ball as h. l/anticipates arrival of a hof liner ‘at Phoenix, Ariz., where who (New York Giants are in spring ‘Irulning. Lennon appeared in ”but gqmu with the Giants in ‘1954. HI mum last year with ther Minneapolis Millan. thr. spit. a shoulder separation he belhd $1 ham-rs in 114 game: and ham. m up the score in hi; new go-round with.the Giants, SOME DOG