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What would you do ? (19) The Solution

“What would you do ?” used to figure on the cover of a boys’ comic called “Boys’ World”. This was a publication, obviously, aimed at boys, and first appeared on January 26th 1963. There were 89 issues before the comic was merged with Eagle in 1964. The last issue of “Boys’ World” came out on October 3rd 1964.

I used to buy “Boys’ World”, and this was mainly for the front cover which always featured a kind of puzzle. It was called “What would you do ?” and was based on somebody being in what Ned Flanders would call “A dilly of a pickle”. Here’s the situation:

And here’s that yellow box enlarged:

And the correct solution was now relegated to page 9 of the comic. Here it is:

And the text, a bit blurry for my taste at this point, reads:

“This was the exact situation Buffalo Bill faced on one of his many buffalo hunts. He saved himself by shooting the leading buffalo, knowing that the rest of the herd would avoid the fallen animal. He then crouched down behind the carcass, using it as a shield, and escaped without a scratch from the stampede passing him on either side. “

 

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What would you do ? (19) The Puzzle

“What would you do ?” used to figure on the cover of a boys’ comic called “Boys’ World”. This was a publication, obviously, aimed at boys and first appeared on January 26th 1963. There were 89 issues before the comic was merged with Eagle in 1964. The last issue of “Boys’ World” came out on October 3rd 1964.

I used to buy “Boys’ World”, and this was mainly for the front cover which always featured a kind of puzzle. It was called “What would you do ?” and was based on somebody being in what Ned Flanders would call “A dilly of a pickle”. Here’s the situation:

The yellow box sets the scene, and the task is for you to solve the situation. Perhaps you might like to write your idea in the “Comments” section.

Here’s the yellow box enlarged:

So…..it’s one “Dilly of a pickle”.  A thousand hooves thunder across the American plains as the bison all set off in a frightening stampede. In their path stands Buffalo Bill, an All-American Hero, but  armed at this moment with only a single shot rifle. His revolver will be useless and against these terrified huge animals, his one bullet will not kill the herd.

What can  he do??

Incidentally, Buffalo Bill and his famous Wild West Show came to Nottingham, accompanied by riders of many different nationalities, such as Lakota and Cheyenne Native Americans, Argentinian gauchos, Russian Cossacks, Mongols and Turks, all of them expert riders. They camped on grassland between the southern bank of the Trent and the houses of that part of West Bridgford, but I have been unable to discover where they performed.

After one Saturday matinée, a stand holding 800 people collapsed, but the only damage was one broken ankle, a very lucky escape for everybody.

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Some slides of Scotland, where we used to go camping, in the mid-1970s (3)

As a young man, I used to go camping around Scotland with my friend, Bill. We used to travel around the perimeter of Scotland in a clockwise direction, beginning in Glasgow, and then northwards to the top left hand corner of  Scotland at Cape Wrath. After that we headed eastwards for John O’Groats and then returned home southwards along the east coast to Edinburgh and England.

I used to take slides with my trusty Voigtländer camera and was then able to bore people silly on wet Tuesday evenings. I recently found all my slides, packed away in a very large box in the attic, but unfortunately, there were a good few which I could not identify. When I got round to doing it, one or two of the slides also suffered during the conversion process into digital images, usually acquiring either an overall blue or purple cast, or, on other occasions, with the image being much darker than it had originally been. Even so. many of these fifty year old slides had a certain value of their own.

These particular ones show the north east of Scotland. This is an area which tends to lack particularly high mountains. Instead, the entire, rather flattish landscape rests on seacliffs of sandstone, but a sandstone which is so compressed that in days of yore it was used for paving slabs. This slide shows what occasionally happens when a bit of the cliff breaks off and forms a column of rock called a “stack”……

This shows you the sharply layered sandstone at the top of the cliff. The paving slabs come almost ready packed! At some places near Scrabster, the slabs are just two wide and there is a 300-400 foot drop either side. An excellent place to test your courage, or alternatively, to cure your constipation……..

Just south of John O’Groats are Duncansby Stacks which are extremely spectacular. This picture, though, shows the dangers of slides, which frequently tend to produce a second rate image of an outstanding natural scene, much more often than modern cameras do…..

Overall, mountains in this region are few and far between. They stand on the familiar landscape of thousands and thousands of tiny pools called “lochans”, where the famous Scottish “midges” breed in their billions. And they bite. Again and again and again……

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On one occasion, I counted more than fifty bites on each hand, although this was on the west coast, near RSPB Handa. Anyway, here is a typical scene in  the very far north…..

These mountains, with the exception perhaps of the two named after the famous racehorses, Foinaven and Arkle, are not particularly famous, and it is the overall look of the countryside which is striking rather than how spectacular the mountains are.

Here’s the reason that Foinaven became famous, in the 1967 Grand National, held at Aintree in Liverpool…….

 

Here’s another sea stack, around 300-400 feet high, which looks as if it is still joined to the main cliff………

This stretch of cliff is not particularly striking unless you recognise, perhaps, how similar it is to “Hell’s Mouth” in Cornwall……

This steep sided passageway into the cliff is near Duncansby Head stacks. I’m pretty sure that it is called a “geo” . This one is just over 400 feet deep with a width considerably less than that……

This is taken in the same immediate area and helps provide nesting places for thousands and thousands of nesting seabirds when the season is right…………….

And here is a much better shot of the Duncansby Stacks……..

We went down to the bottom of the cliffs and then went a walk along the rocky shore. When we noticed that the tide was coming in, it was only then that I remembered that the tides here, between mainland Scotland and the Orkney Islands, are among the fastest in the world, along with Newfoundland in Canada. I won’t ever forget that rather frightened scramble we carried out, from rock to rock, and finally to the path back up the cliff to safety.

 

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Widdle (9)

Let’s remind ourselves of a typical urban fox. Let’s call him “Widdle”.

In December 2009, he arrives at the corner of our blizzard swept lawn:

The weather is unusually cold for Nottingham, and he is rather cold. And, as always, he is rather hungry. Lucky then, that he knows exactly where to go.

He makes his way up to what used to be the base of an old garage which was burnt down years ago in an insurance job fire, and prison time was served, I believe, (not by me, I hasten to add, nor indeed, by Widdle). He doesn’t have to shout out his order, but if he could shout it out, it would be “Sausages all round!” .

And then he settles down in the snow to sit quietly and wait for his meal. Just look at that fantastic fur coat. For winter, it is at its thickest. A luxuriant, magnificent warm fur coat:

Just occasionally, he changes his position so that nothing freezes solid:

He waits patiently until he catches that distinctive smell…….

“What’s that smell?

That meaty smell ?

That’s the smell of…..sausages!!!”

 

The best cheap sausages we could find. They came from the Iceland supermarket chain and contained 42% meat with no ash included, as many foods for dogs seemed to have. Widdle took what he could carry in his mouth, and set off back to his den to take it to his family:

And he ate one, and then he took another three back to his den, for Mrs Widdle and the rest of the family. Naturally, in such weather, Widdle left a lot of tracks. Mixed in may be a few domestic cat (felis catus) but I would be amazed if there were any dog prints:

Here’s an individual print. The claws are visible which excludes domestic cat:

Here’s another one:

The following day, the weather cleared up markedly and most of the snow quickly melted. Even so, I was more than a little surprised to see a butterfly sunning itself in the rays of the winter sun:

And even closer up, it is really beautiful. It’s a Small Tortoiseshell:

It looks as if it is injured but I don’t think it is. It seems merely to have twisted itself a little to make sure that it gets the maximum amount of sun.

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The Murder of Leslie Howard (6)

Leslie Howard was such a Hollywood star that we always think that he was the sole cause of  the BOAC airliner “Ibis” being shot down. The aircraft was actually owned by the Dutch, hence the flag on the top of the fuselage. I don’t quite understand how or why, but somehow BOAC were using a foreign airliner to fly some of their run-of-the-mill European trips, and the aircraft remained, throughout, Dutch property with an all-Dutch crew:

Could any of the other people on the plane, though, be the reason for the unexpected arrival of those eight heavy German Ju-88 fighters?

Perhaps the BOAC aircraft was destroyed because of Wilfrid Jacob Berthold Israel, a supposed British secret agent and a prominent Zionist, who was engaged in making sure that Jewish refugees could leave Spain and Portugal without difficulty to go to their rightful homeland. So far, he had helped 1500 of them, many of them children, to go there. Supposedly, Wilfrid had recently presented to the British government a very important proposal to solve the problem of getting Jewish refugees out of Europe to their homeland in Palestine. He was on his way to discuss increasing this exodus with Government ministers in London.  Here’s Wilfrid:

Perhaps the reason for the plane’s destruction was Ivan James Sharp, a mining engineer.  He was working for the British Government to offer the Portuguese and Spanish top prices for their tungsten, a hard, rare, metal used to produce various alloys and steels for weapon production. Also called “wolfram”, it was indispensable if you intended to manufacture armaments. Sharp had been trying to buy up 100% of the tungsten produced by Spain and Portugal. He was on his way to an important meeting at the Ministry of Economic Warfare.  I couldn’t find a picture of Ivan, but he began his career at the Camborne School of Mining in West Cornwall. They have a lovely example of a modern coat cof arms:

Perhaps the plane was destroyed because of Tyrrell Mildmay Shervington. Outwardly he was the Lisbon manager of the Shell-Mex oil company but, in the shadowy world of espionage, he was supposedly an agent of the Special Operations Executive. He was deeply involved in all of its many machinations across both Spain and Portugal and, according to some, he was the Head of the Lisbon Office.

Perhaps the plane was destroyed because of Francis German Cowlrick, a 67 year old civil engineer. He had worked for Babcock and Wilcox since 1905. Babcock and Wilcox made steam boilers, piping for steam, water tube boilers and welded pressure vessels, in short, as they said in an advertisement in 1937, “Everything for the Boiler House, including Valves”. They also produced electric cranes and pressed steel forgings. They manufactured munitions and tanks and boilers for Royal Navy warships. Mr Cowlrick was the manager and chief engineer for the company in Spain and Portugal. He was personally responsible for the designing and erection of a number of impressively large steam-generating plants in Lisbon, Madrid and half a hundred other places in Iberia. On this particular day he was travelling on behalf of the British Department of Overseas Trade. Here is one of the huge number of  Babcock and Wilcox factories which are situated all over the world. They are a truly gigantic, global concern:

Most of ther other passengers were ostensibly much more innocent. There was Mrs Rotha Violet Lettie Hutcheon and her two daughters, Petra Hutcheon, aged eleven, and Carolina Hutcheon, a baby some eighteen months old. Mrs Hutcheon was flying to rejoin her husband Allen, in England where he was a staff officer in the Imperial General Staff.

Mrs Cecelia Emilia Falla Paton was travelling back to England to start a new post as a secretary. She was the wife of James Paton of 53 Ullswater Road, Flixton in Greater Manchester. Kenneth Stonehouse, a British journalist, was working as the Reuters correspondent in Washington DC. He was accompanied by his wife Evelyn Peggy Margetts Stonehouse.

There were certainly no tourists in the aircraft. Everybody seems to have had a specific reason for being on board the “Ibis”.

It  is even possible to argue that the entire event was completely accidental. There doesn’t always have to be a conspiracy theory to explain everything that happens to famous people such as Leslie Howard.

For example, was it actually normal for the Luftwaffe’s Junkers  Ju88 fighters to patrol the Bay of Biscay in small groups? Were they so frightened of the RAF’s formidably powerful Bristol Beaufighter?

Or were the Germans still haunted by the bogey man of their worst nightmares, Das Fliegende Schtachelschwein?

Or perhaps we should accept as the true, the story told by the senior officer in the German fighter formation, Oberleutnant Herbert Heintze, who said that he had decided to shoot the plane down before the eight German aircraft ran out of fuel? Do you accept his word that they thought it was a bona fide warplane? After all, the DC-3 was camouflaged like a military aircraft. Why was the aircraft not silver or white? After all, it was an airliner. Why did it not have neutral markings? A green cross on a white circle. Why no Portuguese or Dutch insignia? One further complaint from German pilots was that their Luftwaffe superiors knew very well that this airliner made a regular flight from Portugal to England but they had not bothered to tell them. If they had known this, Heintze said, they would not have shot the aircraft down but they would have escorted it back to their own base in France. Whatever the solution, BOAC issued the following statement:

“The British Overseas Airways Corporation regrets to announce that a civil aircraft on passage between Lisbon and the United Kingdom is overdue and presumed lost. The last message received from the aircraft stated that it was being attacked by an enemy aircraft. The aircraft carried 13 passengers and crew of four. Next of kin have been informed.”

 

 

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