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*** FREE THEATER ONLINE ***

The Delacorte Theater in Central Park isn’t empty…
It’s full of HOPE that we will be together under the stars this summer.
It’s full of PURPOSE to fill our city with art.
It’s full of PROMISE for a return of the New York we love.
What’s needed now is YOU.

We have spent the last year getting ready. We have been producing new work and preparing a safe return. We’ve grieved, Zoomed, innovated, supported our communities, and connected our city. We’ve gathered brilliant artists to imagine summer under the stars in Central Park and are planning a return of Free Shakespeare in the Park beginning July 5 through August 29, with MERRY WIVES, a fresh and joyous adaptation by Jocelyn Bioh, of Shakespeare’s MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, directed by our Associate Artistic Director and Resident Director Saheem Ali.

Set in South Harlem amidst a vibrant and eclectic community of West African immigrants, MERRY WIVES will be a celebration of Black joy, laughter, and vitality. A New York story about the tricks of the heart, performed in the heart of the City.

In partnership with City officials, health and safety experts, and with our theatrical unions, the performance schedule, safety protocols, and free ticket distribution details will be forthcoming over the next several weeks.

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*** To-Go Kits for Performers to Borrow ***

The New York Library for the Performing Arts now has available "Performing Arts Tech Kit", that actors/others can do self-recorded audition submissions, etc. without having to buy equipment during the pandemic. All the details of borrowing this to-go kit, are spelled out here https://www.nypl.org/research/lpa/tech-kits

*** Shakespeare Sonnet Slam Registration is open ***

Participants of all ages are welcome. Over the years we have had people recite in various languages include ASL, sing, play an instrument, rap, dress in costume, dance, use puppetry --- pretty much any creative outlet the performer wants to use to share their sonnet. All details for this event can be found here https://www.shakespearesonnetslam.com


*** WRITING THROUGH THE FEMALE LENS CLASS ***

Write a one act play or a short film.
Wednesdays 6-8pm EST via Zoom. 
8 week class beginning April 14th.

Learn how to create character conflict with complex characters of any gender, so your finished piece is production worthy.

Karen Cecilia and Amanda Moresco, two working professionals will take you through the process of writing shorts in two different mediums - playwriting and screenwriting so you get the benefit of learning two curriculums in one class setting. In other words, two courses for the price of one. 



*** OPPORTUNITIES FOR PLAYWRIGHTS ***

Announcing our 2nd Annual Women’s Voices Play Festival celebrating new plays by Women+ playwrights! After the success of the first festival and subsequent Mini-Fests featuring 15 new plays by women+ playwrights in 2020, this uplifting project returns for a second round of submissions.

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The American-Scandinavian Foundation annually awards three translation prizes for outstanding translations of poetry, fiction, drama, or literary prose written by a Nordic author born after 1900:
The Nadia Christensen Prize includes a $2,500 award, publication of an excerpt in Scandinavian Review, and a commemorative bronze medallion.

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Playmakers Repertory Company submissions open - as a way to get to know new and undiscovered voices, we invite blind submissions during the months of March and April

*** FOR MORE INFORMATION about these and other opportunities see the web site at https://www.nycplaywrights.org ***


*** MARY JANE REEFER WACKY TABACCY ***

New York has legalized recreational marijuana, after years of failed attempts and stalled efforts.

State lawmakers approved a bill on Tuesday that legalizes the drug for adults 21 and older and moves toward the creation of a potential $4.2 billion industry that could become one of the nation’s largest markets. Gov. Andrew M. Cuomo signed the bill into law on Wednesday.

Is recreational marijuana legal in New York?

Using it is now legal. Selling it will be legal too, once regulations are in place.

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The music of HAIR achieved, perhaps, the most diverse recognition of any Broadway musical, with The 5th Dimension’s “Aquarius/Let the Sun Shine In,” Three Dog Night’s “Easy to Be Hard,” The Cowsills’ “Hair,” and Nina Simone’s “Ain’t Got No/I Got Life” reaching radio-listening ears throughout the ’60s and ’70s. Many of the score’s numbers, however, were seemingly unconducive to pop success. “Sodomy” and “Hashish” are virtually musical inventories of sexual taboos and psychedelic drugs, respectively, and other numbers like “Colored Spade” and “Black Boys” presented assertive discussions on race and interracial love. Nevertheless, the musical’s original Broadway cast album charted at number one in the Billboard 200. No other Broadway musical cast album has reached that spot since, although The Hamilton Mixtape hit number one last year.

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HAIR - Walking in Space

All the clouds are cumuloft
Walking in space
Oh my God your skin is soft
I love your face
How dare they try to end this beauty?
How dare they try to end this beauty?


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Cannabis a Theatrical Concert with creator and host of the said concert, Baba Israel. This project is based on Smoke Signals: A Social History of Marijuana – Medical, Recreational, and Scientific by Martin A. Lee (2012). The book’s author has committed to collaborating on the project and will serve as a consultant in the project’s development. The show will feature “mash-ups” and arrangements of iconic music; La Cucaracha of the Mexican Revolution, Louis Armstrong and other Jazz “vipers”, the Beat era, 60’s Rock n’ Roll, and Reggae, right up to the Hip Hop of today.

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Cannabis goes by many names, and takes many forms. Safe to say you can find nearly all them in Telluride — or at least you could until now. Soon, a new form of marijuana will waft into town. You can’t inhale it or eat it, but you can sing and dance to it. “It” is “Cannabis the Concert.” The performance, a one-night-only event, takes place at the Sheridan Opera House on Wednesday.   

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The Marijuana-Logues is an Off-Broadway comedy show in New York City. Arj Barker, Doug Benson and Tony Camin are the creators and performers. It is a four-man stand-up comedy show, with the majority of the humor centered on the drug marijuana. The show's title is a play on the long-running Broadway show The Vagina Monologues. The show began its run in March 2004. There is also an original cast recording released in 2004 by Comedy Central, and a book. When the show toured, actor Tommy Chong became part of the tour for two cities. His legal concerns, including that audience members were actually smoking marijuana at some of the shows early in its tour, and pressure from his probation officer ultimately caused him to leave the show.

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"Over-the-top" and "larger-than-life" are but two of the descriptive phrases that may be used in reference to both director Jason Lewis and his latest theatrical project Reefer Madness the Musical - and, in both instances, they are equally justified. In all honesty, who else better than he to helm a production of the thoroughly madcap and deliciously campy musical now onstage at Darkhorse Theater through this weekend as the final show of ACT 1's 2016-17 season?

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Weed Shop the Musical was created by Becca Grumet and Madelyne Heyman in 2016, and has since had a successful extended run at the Eclectic Company Theatre in North Hollywood.
The show follows Alicia, a cheerful doctor with a brand-new medical marijuana practice in town, and Dave, an enthusiastic dispensary owner, as they search for love in Los Angeles. While weed-friendly, this show is for everyone, touching on universally heartwarming themes of love, self-expression, and identity with a hodgepodge of musical styles from classic Broadway tunes to funk.


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BAKED the musical

However, upon learning that the school delinquent, Z (Yuchi Chiu), is making bank selling a strain of designer marijuana, the three team up and hatch a get-rich-quick scheme: bake sales, but the pastries are laced with weed. The operation succeeds (contrasted with the Huang family bakery, which is falling deeper and deeper into debt), until Mingli finds out and confronts Jane, while Yunzhou fails to get a loan to save the family bakery. In a split-second decision to save her reputation, Jane scares all the customers away. Jane, Kasey, and Z are left with no other option but to sell to the mob—well, the Pepsi mob. After Z nearly loses his life in the following altercation, the baked business breaks up and Jane’s guidance counselor, Mrs. Feldman (Anna Brockman), who works as a cop on Tuesdays and Thursdays, reveals to Jane’s parents that she didn’t get the scholarship. Kasey and Jane’s friendship disintegrates as Yunzhou reminds Jane that one’s response to failure doesn’t have to define one’s life. A year later, Jane attends the same local college as Kasey (though they aren’t friends anymore) and still works at her parents’ bakery, now called Baked!

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The Killer War Bride

 

SHE FLEW HALF-WAY ACROSS THE WORLD TO MAKE HER HUSBAND FULFILL HIS OBLIGATIONS. THEN SHE SHOT HIM.

 

“I didn’t intend to kill him.”

— Bridget Waters, regarding her slain husband

 

 Irish “war bride” Bridget Waters traveled thousands of miles to challenge her husband’s efforts to file for divorce. Matters took a tragic turn when Bridget shot her husband during a custody exchange. The local, national, and international press broadcast the ins-and-outs of her trial. (Las Vegas-Clark County Library District)

 

A FATAL END AFTER SURVIVING WORLD WAR II

Las Vegas resident Frank Waters survived his service with the U.S. military in Europe during World War II.  But only a year after the War’s end, the consequences of Frank’s actions overseas followed him thousands of miles back to the middle of the Mojave Desert, leading to a series of events that would ultimately result in Frank’s murder by his estranged wife in front of his young son, followed by a trial that made international headlines.

 

A WAR-TIME ROMANCE SOURS QUICKLY

 

The first U.S. soldiers arrived in Britain in 1942 to join the war against Nazi Germany.  By the end of World War II, over 3 million American troops had passed through the United Kingdom, and not all of these soldiers went home alone – about 70,000 British women married American soldiers between 1942 and 1945.

One of these unions was between Frank Waters, a resident of Los Angeles that worked as a civilian employee for the Lockheed company, and Bridget McCluskey, a 24-year-old nurse from the small town of Cootehill near the border between the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland that worked at a hospital in Liverpool during the War.  Frank, while on furlough from his work in London, met Bridget in Liverpool and the two were quickly wed.  It was not long before Bridget left her nursing job in Liverpool to move in with Frank back in London.  

Soon after the marriage, Bridget learned she was pregnant.  And not long after that, Frank decided he no longer liked married life.  In October of 1944, shortly after learning of the pregnancy, Frank received orders transferring him to France. Having the perfect excuse to leave his wife, Frank gave Bridget $50, told her that he had paid for the next two weeks of rent on their apartment, and proceeded to move out. 

Frank promised to write after being transferred to France, but he was no better at keeping this promise to Bridget than the others he had made over the course of their whirlwind relationship.  The letters from Frank were few and far between, and when they did arrive they did little to inspire sentimental feelings.  Bridget received a letter from Frank in May of 1945 offering to pay her delivery expenses but denying paternity of their son.  Then, in December of 1945, Bridget received correspondence from Frank containing $150, but the enclosed letter made clear this money was not a Christmas present but was only intended as child support.

Then the letters – and the occasional child support payments – stopped arriving at all.

 

FRANK WATERS SEEKS A SPEEDY REMEDY IN THE DIVORCE CAPITAL OF THE WORLD

Frank Waters was discharged from his civilian service with Lockheed in July of 1945 and returned to his home in Los Angeles.  Frank was anxious to move on with his life and put his wartime experiences, including his wife and child, behind him.  That’s what led Frank in late-1945 to temporarily relocate to Las Vegas to take advantage of the shortest divorce residency requirements in the country.

Nevada had loosened the residency requirements to obtain a divorce during the early years of the Great Depression in an effort to increase tourism to the State, even if it was tourists seeking a quick divorce.  In 1946 as today, a person only had to live in Nevada for six weeks before being eligible to file for divorce.

While Frank followed in the footsteps of countless other “divorce tourists” that took up temporary residence in Nevada, he was different in that his family had links to Las Vegas that stretched back to the town’s founding in 1905. Frank Waters’ father had been among the first real estate developers and land agents to set up shop in the Las Vegas Valley, and the Waters family made a tidy sum by selling real estate and pursuing related business ventures in early Vegas before moving to California. In fact, Frank used his father’s connections with Las Vegas newspaper publisher Charles “Pop” Squires to land a job as a teller at a local bank while he established Nevada residency.

 

SETTING A PRECEDENT FOR ABANDONED WAR-TIME WIVES

After not hearing from her husband for several months, Bridget Waters received notice in October of 1945 that Frank had filed for divorce in Nevada. 

Frank had been expecting an easy uncontested divorce.  After all, his wife lived halfway across the world and international travel was far more costly and cumbersome than it is today, especially in the immediate aftermath of the War.  What Frank didn’t know is that he was one of thousands of former American soldiers and military civilian employees that sought to divorce the women they had married overseas.  And a backlash was building in Britain to what was perceived as American men acting to legally abandon their wives and children.

Women’s advocacy organizations pushed Bridget to contest the divorce in an effort to turn the young nurse into a cause celebre while establishing a legal precedent to protect thousands of other deserted “war brides.” Bridget, furious and heartbroken over news that Frank was seeking a divorce, did not need much convincing. With the advocacy organizations paying for her airfare and legal fees, Bridget flew from London with her infant son, Frank, Jr., and landed in Las Vegas just as the small desert town was heating up in April of 1946.

 

FIGHTING FOR HER MARRIAGE

Bridget did not want a divorce; she wanted a husband.  That is why she reached out to Frank within hours of her arrival in Las Vegas to introduce him to his son.  The meeting went well, but Frank made it clear that he intended to proceed with the divorce case he had filed. 

Bridget retained the services of a local attorney who filed a counterclaim against Frank for “separate maintenance.”  Separate maintenance would leave Bridget’s marriage with Frank legally intact even though the two were separated (which was important to the devoutly Catholic Bridget) and include financial orders for child and spousal support.  If Bridget could not live with Frank and their son as a family, then she would keep the marriage intact and force Frank to fulfill his financial obligations to his family.

There was plenty of legal maneuvering by attorneys for Frank and Bridget leading up to the divorce trial.  Frank’s counsel announced that two surprise witnesses would be arriving from Los Angeles to take sworn depositions at the local courthouse, intimating that the witnesses would testify to alleged “indiscreet actions” by Bridget after Frank transferred to France.  Bridget’s attorney responded to this news by demanding a jury for the divorce trial, which would allow Bridget to play on the sympathies of a local community that would not look kindly on a man failing to support his family.

It is important to remember that spousal and child support laws took on added importance in 1946. While women were encouraged to enter the workforce during World War II, with mass demobilization women were again expected to largely return to the domestic sphere. In addition to systemic barriers to employment, women also were unable to obtain individual consumer credit until the 1970’s. These economic obstacles created a situation where women with children faced a very real threat of being forced into poverty as a result of divorce or separation absent an order of support.

 

A DRAMATIC DIVORCE TRIAL

The divorce case finally went to trial in July of 1946.  Even though Nevada had established a reputation for loose morals it had not yet become a “no fault” State – meaning a spouse seeking a divorce had to prove one of several grounds for divorce, such as extreme cruelty, adultery, or abandonment.  If you couldn’t prove the grounds for divorce, the divorce wasn’t happening. 

Over the course of two days in a sweltering Las Vegas courtroom a jury of seven women and five men heard testimony from Frank and Bridget. 

Frank and several of his witnesses testified that Bridget had been unfaithful after Frank was transferred to France, including an account of Bridget being in the frequent company of a Royal Air Force officer.  Then for good measure, Frank testified that Bridget had repeatedly “belittled American culture and ideals.” 

On cross-examination, Frank was forced to admit that he had intended to abandon Bridget when he learned of her pregnancy but that he had been too afraid to outright tell her this, then his transfer to France seemed to solve the problem as far as he was concerned.  Frank was also confronted with evidence of letters he had written detailing his own extramarital escapades in France. 

When it came time for Bridget to present her case, she testified in a soft-spoken Irish accent about the difficulties she experienced after she was abandoned by Frank.  “My baby was born in a charity nursing home.  He was delivered by a nurse.  I had waived the services of a doctor because I didn’t feel I could afford the obligation.”  When she was asked about her response to a letter she received from Frank informing her that their marriage had been a mistake, she said, “My heart was broken.  I was still in love with him.”

Bridget also countered Frank’s allegations of infidelity by noting the Royal Air Force officer she had been seen with was her cousin – the same cousin that had served as the best man at their wedding. The jury disapproved of Frank’s hypocrisy, and based upon a finding that he had abandoned Bridget and their son the jury entered a verdict denying the divorce. Bridget was awarded her separate maintenance, custody of their son, and $220 per month in child support from Frank, while Frank was allowed reasonable visitation.

 

A CUSTODY EXCHANGE TURNS DEADLY

There weren’t many custody exchanges between the separated couple before things took a violent turn. 

Frank’s plans to make a speedy return to Los Angeles after obtaining a Vegas divorce had been derailed.  After his request for divorce was denied, Frank decided to settle into his life in Las Vegas, though the fact he rented a room at a house owned by an elderly woman and her daughter shows he intended to set down the weakest roots possible.  His plan was to spend another year in Nevada, at which point he would be able to seek divorce from Bridget based on new grounds – a period of separation lasting at least three years.

Frank continued his job as a bank teller while exercising a few hours of visitation with his son on the weekends.  But the 38-year-old was bristling under the desert heat over the summer of 1946, eager to find a way to break free from the bonds of matrimony with his estranged wife.  For her part, Bridget seemed agreeable to a divorce at an unspecified future date provided she received assurances that Frank would continue to make his support payments.  Bridget had suffered financial strain over the course of the divorce litigation that led her to obtain work as a housekeeper at a residence in a quiet neighborhood a few blocks north of downtown.

With this background of underlying tension, Frank arrived at 130 Palm Lane around 12:30 p.m. on Labor Day in 1946.  Her boss was out of town on vacation, so just Bridget and her young son were in the home.  Frank’s landlady accompanied him to pick up his son as she always did – Frank wanted a witness for the custody exchanges to support his role as a dutiful father during a future attempt at divorce. 

Bridget answered Frank’s knock and invited him in.  It was not long before Frank broached the same topic he had raised repeatedly since the outcome of the divorce trial in July.  He became irate as he demanded to know what Bridget wanted in order to agree to divorce.  Bridget replied, “Once you make a home for me and the baby, we can talk about divorce.”  She ended the conversation by pointing Frank to the living room where Frank, Jr. was playing on the floor and then stepping outside to take clothes off of the line. 

Bridget reentered the house a few moments later, walked past the living room where Frank was in the process of changing their son’s diaper, and into her bedroom.  She pulled a baby hammerless revolver from a dresser drawer and placed it in her pocket. 

She entered the living room where Frank was crouched over their son playing on the floor.  “Don’t touch the baby,” Bridget said. 

A shot rang out.  Frank slumped forward against the wall.  Frank, Jr. wailed.

Bridget picked up the phone and called the police, informing them between sobs that her husband had been shot.  Frank’s landlady Maude Griffith ran from the car parked outside and into the home where she encountered her tenant motionless on the ground while Bridget paced back and forth, tending to an injury to her baby’s leg.  “What happened?” she asked.

Bridget replied, “Go away from here.  You and your daughter have caused me enough trouble.  She has come between me and my husband.”

It did not take long for police to arrive. There was no way to save Frank. The coroner later found that the .22 bullet fired by Bridget was a “1 in a 1,000 shot.” The round entered Frank’s back and traveled downward directly through his heart without striking a single bone. Bridget was arrested and booked while Frank, Jr. was taken to the hospital to treat a superficial wound to his leg caused by the .22 round.

 

A WIDOW CHARGED WITH MURDER AND A PUBLIC OUTPOURING OF SUPPORT

During her interrogation by Las Vegas police, Bridget admitted that Frank had not made any threatening gestures leading up to the shooting though she stressed he had made a vague promise to “get rid of” her and their baby with a vicious look in his eye.  Clark County District Attorney V. Gray Gubler promptly charged Bridget with open murder, meaning she could be convicted of anything from involuntary manslaughter to first-degree murder.  Keep in mind this was at a time when being found guilty of first-degree murder in Nevada often led to a death sentence that was usually carried out within months.  Bridget was ordered held without bail pending her trial.

While prosecutors acted swiftly to hold Bridget to account, many residents of Las Vegas reacted differently to news of the slaying of Frank Waters.  Local citizens established a legal defense fund that allowed Bridget to retain prominent legal counsel.  The murder of Frank Waters soon became sensational news across the U.S. and Europe thanks in no small part to the work of publicists hired by Bridget’s legal team.  Letters soon started pouring into the city jail from Britain in support of Bridget, many recognizing her actions as a nurse during the war.

District Attorney Gray Gubler vented his frustration about the level of public support for Bridget shortly before her first hearing.  He alleged that Bridget had written letters disparaging American culture and defended the reputation of Frank Waters, noting he had been a lawyer in good standing in California prior to working for Lockheed during the War.  In a sign of the escalating tensions of the Cold War that served as a backdrop to the Waters case, Gubler told the press, “The subscription for Mrs. Waters’ defense is largely typical for America, which is today shipping great quantities of merchandise to a Russia that is closed to Americans...Some are wondering what the situation would be were conditions reversed and had an American girl married a European and shot him in his homeland.” 

 

As the summer heat gave way to the cooler temperatures of October, domestic and foreign press made their way to a town in southern Nevada that few had even heard of up to that point.  Daily stories rippled across the wire detailing Bridget’s wardrobe choices, and it was the rare article that didn’t feature Bridget carrying her young son in her arms.  A representative from the British consulate in San Francisco even traveled to Las Vegas to ensure Bridget received a fair trial.

Dozens of men and women from across Clark County were summoned as prospective jurors and questioned over several days.  Bridget took offense when District Attorney Gray Gubler asked every prospective juror, “Does a wife have any more right to kill her husband than anyone else?”  Bridget’s retort to this line of questioning was, “Of course a wife has no more right, but she certainly may have more reason than anyone else.”

 

TRIAL BEGINS: COLD-BLOODED KILLER OR JUSTIFIED HOMICIDE?

When the first day of trial opened on October 21, 1946 the tiny courtroom of Judge A.S. Henderson was packed.  The prosecution painted Bridget as a jealous cold-blooded killer willing to place her child in harm’s way while getting revenge for her husband’s dalliances with local women.  Just as during her divorce trial, Bridget did little to contain her emotions as the State presented its case – she softly sobbed, fidgeted with the wedding ring Frank had placed on her finger, and at one point called a deputy district attorney an “idiot” for the way he examined a witness.  Needless to say, there were frequent recesses called during the sensational trial. 

A highlight of the prosecution’s case was when the responding officer testified Bridget said of her husband lying dead feet away, “He can’t take my baby from me now.”  Another key witness was Maude Griffith, Frank’s landlady that had driven him to the fatal custody exchange.  Her testimony supported jealousy as a motive for the killing and defended against charges by Bridget that her daughter had carried on an affair with Frank.  In his closing, the deputy district attorney warned the jury that if they found Bridget not guilty, “She may get a Hollywood contract or do a personal appearance tour.  Perhaps the gun manufacturer will even seek her endorsement of his product.” 

Bridget’s attorneys countered by presenting a series of witnesses that testified to Frank’s rendezvous about town.  There was the owner of a local auto court that told about the time Frank spent the night there with a young woman shortly after Bridget arrived in town to contest the divorce case.  And then there was the witness that lived on Palm Lane who told of a young woman that arrived a few hours after the shooting and broke down crying in front of the home. 

The defense strategy was to play on the sympathy of the jury with a plea of temporary insanity – Bridget only wanted to reconcile with her husband and his constant affairs finally led to a momentary loss of control.  Bridget even took the stand in her defense, and when questioned by District Attorney Gray Gubler about the immediate aftermath of the killing, she stated she “couldn’t be sure about what happened there.”

 

But the entire defense strategy was derailed when Judge Henderson ruled that the evidence presented did not show Bridget lacked control of her ability to tell right from wrong.  This left a claim of self-defense as the only viable defense strategy for acquittal.  Bridget’s attorneys argued the fact that the killing was done with such a small handgun and that only one shot had been fired demonstrated she could not possibly have acted with premeditation.  Her counsel further highlighted that only a few short months before the slaying a jury had found Frank committed acts of extreme cruelty against Bridget during the divorce case. 

Then, in a last ditch effort to stoke the jury’s emotions, Bridget’s defense attorneys pleaded, “All she has is her baby. Don’t take that lady away from her baby.” The combination of logic and emotion worked. After 15 hours of deliberation, the jury returned a conviction on the lightest possible charge – involuntary manslaughter. Bridget was sentenced to serve 1 to 5 years in the Nevada State Prison.

 

SURPRISE PAROLE AND NOT THE LAST “WAR BRIDE” MURDER IN LAS VEGAS

After serving only 15 months in prison, and over the strenuous objections of Judge Henderson and the Clark County District Attorney, Bridget was paroled on condition that she return to Britain.  The young woman made her way to New York City where she left by ship from Ellis Island for home.  No one greeted Bridget Waters when she disembarked at Southampton.

Bridget was the most notorious case of a “war bride” murdering her American spouse, but she was not the last.  There was the 1949 case of Pamela Hurt out of Indianapolis, a 19-year-old English woman that killed her American husband while he slept, claiming self-defense because her husband had threatened to kill her for engaging in an affair during a separation. Then there also was the 1953 “kiss of death” case where a German woman killed her American husband while driving on a road near Niles, California - before Hildegard Pelton abandoned the scene of the crime, she left a lipstick imprint on her slain husband’s bloodied forehead.

 

In fact, the Bridget Waters case would not be the last “war bride” murder to shock the residents of Las Vegas. During the early hours of Mother’s Day, 1953, Alice White – a 32-year-old mother of two young children that was pregnant with her third – fired a shotgun into the head of her husband, Sergeant Andrew White, while he slept at their apartment on the grounds of Nellis Air Force Base on the north-eastern edge of Las Vegas. Alice was tried for the murder of her husband that she met during the War, but at trial it came out that Sergeant White was an excessive drinker and had threatened to kill her the night he was shot. The jury found the killing was done in self-defense and Alice went free.

“The Trout” by Sean O’Faolain

 

 “The Trout”

by

Sean O’Faolain

 


One of the first places Julia always ran to when they arrived in G--- was The Dark Walk. It is a laurel walk, very old, almost gone wild, a lofty midnight tunnel of smooth, sinewy branches.

Underfoot the tough brown leaves are never dry enough to crackle: there is always a suggestion of damp and cool trickle.

She raced right into it. For the first few yards she always had the memory of the sun behind her, then she felt the dusk closing swiftly down on her so that she screamed with pleasure and raced on to reach the light at the far end; and it was always just a little too long in coming so that she emerged gasping, clasping her hands, laughing, drinking in the sun. When she was filled with the heat and glare she would turn and consider the ordeal again.

This year she had the extra joy of showing it to her small brother, and of terrifying him as well as herself. And for him the fear lasted longer because his legs were so short and she had gone out at the far end while he was still screaming and racing.

When they had done this many times they came back to the house to tell everybody that

they had done it. He boasted. She mocked. They squabbled.

`Cry babby!'

`You were afraid yourself, so there!'

`I won't take you any more.'

`You're a big pig.'

`I hate you.'

Tears were threatening so somebody said, `Did you see the well?' She opened her eyes at that and held up her long lovely neck suspiciously and decided to be incredulous. She was twelve and at that age little girls are beginning to suspect most stories: they have already found out too many, from Santa Claus to the Stork. How could there be a well! In The Dark Walk! That she had visited year after year? Haughtily she said, `Nonsense.'

But she went back, pretending to be going somewhere else, and she found a hole scooped in the rock at the side of the walk, choked with damp leaves, so shrouded by ferns that she only uncovered it after much searching. At the back of this little cavern there was about a quart of water. In the water she suddenly perceived a panting trout. She rushed for Stephen and dragged him to see, and they were both so excited that they were no longer afraid of the darkness as they hunched down and peered in at the fish panting in his tiny prison, his silver stomach going up and down like an engine.

Nobody knew how the trout got there. Even Old Martin in the kitchen-garden laughed and refused to believe that it was there, or pretended not to believe, until she forced him to come down and see. Kneeling and pushing back his tattered old cap he peered in.

`Be cripes, you're right. How the divil in hell did that fella get there?'

She stared at him suspiciously.

`You knew?' she accused; but he said, `The divil a know;' and reached down to lift it out.

Convinced she hauled him back. If she had found it then it was her trout.

Her mother suggested that a bird had carried the spawn. Her father thought that in the

winter a small streamlet might have carried it down there as a baby, and it had been safe until the summer came and the water began to dry up. She said, `I see,' and went back to look again and consider the matter in private. Her brother remained behind, wanting to hear the whole story of the trout, not really interested in the actual trout but much interested in the story which his mummy began to make up for him on the lines of, `So one day Daddy Trout and Mammy Trout . . . .' Whenhe retailed it to her she said, `Pooh.'

It troubled her that the trout was always in the same position; he had no room to turn; all thetime the silver belly went up and down; otherwise he was motionless. She wondered what he ate and in between visits to Joey Pony, and the boat and a bathe to get cool, she thought of his hunger.

She brought him down bits of dough; once she brought a worm. He ignored the food. He just went on panting. Hunched over him she thought how, all the winter, while she was at school he had been in there. All winter, in The Dark Walk, all day, all night, floating around alone. She drew the leaf of her hat down around her ears and chin and stared. She was still thinking of it as she lay in bed.

It was late June, the longest days of the year. The sun had sat still for a week, burning up

the world. Although it was after ten o'clock it was still bright and still hot. She lay on her back under a single sheet, with her long legs spread, trying to keep cool. She could see the D of the moon through the fir-tree -- they slept on the ground floor. Before they went to bed her mummy had told Stephen the story of the trout again, and she, in her bed, had resolutely presented her back to them and read her book. But she had kept one ear cocked.

`And so, in the end, this naughty fish who would not stay at home got bigger and bigger,

and the water got smaller and smaller. . . .'

Passionately she had whirled and cried, `Mummy, don't make it a horrible old moral story!'

Her mummy had brought in a Fairy Godmother, then, who sent lots of rain, and filled the well, and a stream poured out and the trout floated away down to the river below. Staring at the moon she knew that there are no such things as Fairy Godmothers and that the trout, down in The Dark Walk, was panting like an engine. She heard somebody unwind a fishing-reel. Would the beasts fish him out!

She sat up. Stephen was a hot lump of sleep, lazy thing. The Dark Walk would be full of

little scraps of moon. She leaped up and looked out the window, and somehow it was not so lightsome now that she saw the dim mountains far away and the black firs against the breathing land and heard a dog say, bark-bark. Quietly she lifted the ewer of water, and climbed out the window and scuttled along the cool but cruel gravel down to the maw of the tunnel. Her pyjamas were very short so that when she splashed water it wet her ankles. She peered into the tunnel.

Something alive rustled inside there. She raced in, and up and down she raced, and flurried, and cried aloud, `Oh, Gosh, I can't find it,' and then at last she did. Kneeling down in the damp she put her hand into the slimy hole. When the body lashed they were both mad with fright. But she gripped him and shoved him into the ewer and raced, with her teeth ground, out to the other end of the tunnel and down the steep paths to the river's edge.

All the time she could feel him lashing his tail against the side of the ewer. She was afraid he would jump right out. The gravel cut into her soles until she came to the cool ooze of the river's bank where the moon-mice on the water crept into her feet. She poured out watching until he plopped. For a second he was visible in the water. She hoped he was not dizzy. Then all she saw was the glimmer of the moon in the silent-flowing river, the dark firs, the dim mountains, and the radiant pointed face laughing down at her out of the empty sky.

She scuttled up the hill, in the window, plonked down the ewer and flew through the air like a bird into bed. The dog said bark-bark. She heard the fishing-reel whirring. She hugged herself and giggled.

Like a river of joy her holiday spread before her.

In the morning Stephen rushed to her, shouting that `he' was gone, and asking `where' and `how'. Lifting her nose in the air she said superciliously, `Fairy Godmother, I suppose?' and strolled away patting the palms of her hands.

The Werewolf of Washington

Hylas and the Nymphs, 1896, John William Waterhouse.

In classical mythology, Hylas  was a youth who served as Heracles' (Roman Hercules) companion and servant. His abduction by water nymphs was a theme of ancient art, and has been an enduring subject for Western art in the classical tradition. After Heracles killed Theiodamas in battle, he took on Hylas as arms bearer and taught him to be a warrior. The poet Theocritus (about 300 BC) wrote about the love between Heracles and Hylas: "We are not the first mortals to see beauty in what is beautiful. No, even Amphitryon's bronze-hearted son, who defeated the savage Nemean lion, loved a boy—charming Hylas, whose hair hung down in curls. And like a father with a dear son he taught him all the things which had made him a mighty man, and famous."

Heracles took Hylas with him on the Argo, making him one of the Argonauts. Hylas was kidnapped by nymphs of the spring of Pegae, Mysia when they fell in love with him, and he vanished without a trace (Apollonios Rhodios). This greatly upset Heracles, so he along with Polyphemus searched for a great length of time. The ship set sail without them. According to the Latin Argonautica of Valerius Flaccus, they never found Hylas because the latter had fallen in love with the nymphs and remained "to share their power and their love." Theocritus, on the other hand, has the nymphs shutting his mouth underwater to stifle his screams for Heracles.

 


Charles Mingus and Eric Dolphy, Salle Wagram.





 

wow, talk about snapping the picture right on time