William Penn Jones Jnr.

[Jonathan Wendland]

John,

I dont know if you go to the POLITICAL CONSPIRACIES, threads (I  post there  frequently). Mr Wendland is currently "getting it on" with Shanet & James Richards over the John Lennon murder. Strange behaviour for a cold war researcher.

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James and I can easily fend with the likes of these, Stephen, but thank you.

You will notice I had to use the Nuclear Option Font in Post Twelve (propaganda equivalent impact SOP).

There is some really good backlog in the Political Conspiracy, Authors' and Seminars "Rooms"....has everyone read Dr. Mantik's Seminar thread (link):

titled- Forged Autopsy Photos and X rays?

I think that and the old TRIPPLE UNDERPASS thread are the two best backlog items, one in Seminars, one about halfway back in this "Debate" thread room.........

Thanks man, Shanet

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Shanet. I did not mean to imply that you or James, needed help with this undertaking. I lurked here for several months before becoming a member, & am well aware of your debating skills. I was simply alerting John to the strange phenomina of a cold war student spending all his time, SHOUTING VERY LOUDLY, about the Lennon murder, or Penn Jones.

Now Mr Wendland, please stop shouting (CAPS). It just makes you sound like a bore, & does not add any weight to your points.

Please explain how this sentence appears in capital letters. It's the Arial font with a "large" point size. My other posts have looked the same. If you find them all boring, then consider how many people despair of learning what Jose Perdomo ate for breakfast on December 8, 1980.

If John Lennon were alive today, he would want you to know what the word "font" means. He would not want you to cast suspicion on the ABC television network for broadcasting Mark Chapman's 1992 statements that a dangerous personal obsession drove him to kill a stranger.

The same network's Monday Night Football gave Mr. Lennon a voice in 1974 when he commented on the game with Howard Cosell. Exactly six years later the same program on the same network announced the news of his death to a demographic of sports fans -- something most rock stars crave but don't get. Kurt Cobain died during college basketball finals, but few people watching them gave a damn about a zonked - out rock singer.

So, Mr. Turner, please don't doubt what Mr. Chapman said on the ABC network in 1992. Nobody changed his remarks electronically. Did an ABC executive change what John Lennon said on Monday Night Football in 1974 before he was naturalized as a U.S. citizen ?

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[Guest Stephen Turner]

John,

I dont know if you go to the POLITICAL CONSPIRACIES, threads (I  post there  frequently). Mr Wendland is currently "getting it on" with Shanet & James Richards over the John Lennon murder. Strange behaviour for a cold war researcher.

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James and I can easily fend with the likes of these, Stephen, but thank you.

You will notice I had to use the Nuclear Option Font in Post Twelve (propaganda equivalent impact SOP).

There is some really good backlog in the Political Conspiracy, Authors' and Seminars "Rooms"....has everyone read Dr. Mantik's Seminar thread (link):

titled- Forged Autopsy Photos and X rays?

I think that and the old TRIPPLE UNDERPASS thread are the two best backlog items, one in Seminars, one about halfway back in this "Debate" thread room.........

Thanks man, Shanet

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Shanet. I did not mean to imply that you or James, needed help with this undertaking. I lurked here for several months before becoming a member, & am well aware of your debating skills. I was simply alerting John to the strange phenomina of a cold war student spending all his time, SHOUTING VERY LOUDLY, about the Lennon murder, or Penn Jones.

Now Mr Wendland, please stop shouting (CAPS). It just makes you sound like a bore, & does not add any weight to your points.

Please explain how this sentence appears in capital letters. It's the Arial font with a "large" point size. My other posts have looked the same. If you find them all boring, then consider how many people despair of learning what Jose Perdomo ate for breakfast on December 8, 1980.

If John Lennon were alive today, he would want you to know what the word "font" means. He would not want you to cast suspicion on the ABC television network for broadcasting Mark Chapman's 1992 statements that a dangerous personal obsession drove him to kill a stranger.

The same network's Monday Night Football gave Mr. Lennon a voice in 1974 when he commented on the game with Howard Cosell. Exactly six years later the same program on the same network announced the news of his death to a demographic of sports fans -- something most rock stars crave but don't get. Kurt Cobain died during college basketball finals, but few people watching them gave a damn about a zonked - out rock singer.

So, Mr. Turner, please don't doubt what Mr. Chapman said on the ABC network in 1992. Nobody changed his remarks electronically. Did an ABC executive change what John Lennon said on Monday Night Football in 1974 before he was naturalized as a U.S. citizen ?

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Mr Wendland.

I did not say your post's were boring (long winded & cock-sure maybe) I said that by using a larger font you give the impression of shouting which can have the effect of making you appear borish. Perhaps this is the impression you wish to convey,if so you have been very successful.

Who say's I doubt what that scumbag Chapman say's? Please show me where I have posted any such thing! If you can't, have the good grace to retract your above comment. As an Englishman, with anti establishment beliefs, John was a hero of mine.

[Don Roberdeau]

Good Day All.... Looks like Baylor University has a good start on archiving PENN JONES, Jr. research.

Here are a few of the links....

http://www3.baylor.edu/Library/BCPM/JFK/PennJones.html

http://www3.baylor.edu/Library/BCPM/JFK/PennJones_links.htm

http://www3.baylor.edu/Library/BCPM/JFK/Pe...eries-State.pdf

http://www3.baylor.edu/Library/BCPM/JFK/Slides.htm

http://www3.baylor.edu/Library/BCPM/JFK/Pe...nes-Outline.htm

http://www3.baylor.edu/Library/BCPM/JFK/Cassettes.html

http://www3.baylor.edu/Library/BCPM/JFK/Penn2/Penn2.htm

http://www3.baylor.edu/Library/BCPM/JFK/PennJonesPhotos.htm

http://www3.baylor.edu/Library/BCPM/JFK/PennJonesPhotos2.htm

http://www3.baylor.edu/Library/BCPM/JFK/Films.htm

http://www.google.com/u/bayloru?hl=en&lr=&...lor.edu&start=0

Don Roberdeau

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Sooner, or later, the Truth emerges Clearly

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Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.

This much we pledge--and more."

---- President JOHN F. KENNEDY, 20JAN61 inaugural address

Edited June 1, 2005 by Don Roberdeau

[John Simkin]

There is a lovely account of Penn Jones (one of my heroes) in Warren Hinckle's autobiography, If You Have a Lemon, Make Lemonade (a book well worth reading):

There had been fourteen deaths since King Tut's tomb was opened in 1923, fifteen if you want to include Marilyn Monroe, who was said to have died with a fat gem in her jewel box that had originally been snatched from the sarcophagus of the Tut. But now a small-town newspaper editor near Dallas was said to have uncovered a Kennedy version of the King Tut curse.

The newspaper editor was Penn Jones, Jr., of Midlothian, a small former cotton town some twenty-five miles out of Dallas. The sleuths said he had discovered at least thirteen deaths that were mysteriously related to the assassination of President Kennedy. Disbelieving, I had called John Howard Griffin, a neighbor, Texas style, of Jones, living only some forty miles distant. I asked if he knew this Penn Jones, and if so, what sort of a nut was he? John knew him well. "Penn's a good fellow," he said. "He's the scrappiest editor in Texas. If he says there's been a series of deaths, I'm sure there's substance to it." John Griffin would say something nice about a man who had just run over him, but he would never misstate a fact, or give a false impression; if he took the King Tut's curse in stride, then there had to be something to it.

But if there was something to this one, I was saying disagreeably to myself on the way to the airport, then we may as well check out that rumor that Hitler was alive and living with the Hopi Indians.

Sometimes, only sometimes, the wildest stories turn out to be true. This was one of those times.

The Texas School Book Depository, a pedestrian building even by Dallas standards, was both monument to the assassination carnage and a beacon to its continuing controversy. Three of us who had come to Dallas stood genuflectory fashion in front of it. With me were two Ramparts editors working on the assassination-Stanley Sheinbaum of Michigan State University fame, and David Welsh, a former Detroit News reporter who had covered the South for Ramparts and was gearing up to cover Southeast Asia for the paper; meanwhile, he shared with Gene Marine baby-sitting responsibility on that frenetic part of the paper that had come to be known as the "sleuth desk."

Penn Jones had insisted we "soak up the atmosphere" of the Dallas assassination shrines before making the half hour drive to Midlothian. We dutifully poked around atop the grassy knoll, urinated in a seedy alley near Jack Ruby's boarded-up Carousel Club, visited Oswald's former rooming house in the sprawling Oak Cliff section of Dallas, an entire suburb of ill-repute, and went through the sleuths' checklist of curtsies, handsprings toward the East and such that assassination pilgrims are supposed to perform in Mecca. When those stations of the cross were at last completed, we rented a wheezing Hertz machine which poked along amid the diesel trucks and vintage automobiles, most of them candidates for the Bonnie and Clyde prop department, that crowded the two-lane blacktop to Midlothian.

Midlothian (population 1,521) was a whistle-stop without a train, a dusty, tree-lined town of modest brick and frame houses. The Midlothian Mirror was a weekly, six-page journal which successfully defied all the laws of typography. It was printed on strange, coarse newsprint which had the look of a recycling experiment that had failed. The Midlothian Mirror was the genuine item, an indigenous, atavistic frontier weekly which covered the boredom of Midlothian like its dust. Its fighting editor, Penn Jones, Jr., was of a dying breed of populist prairie journalists, an editor who was part Front Page, part Grapes of Wrath. He had received Southern Illinois University's Elijah Parish Lovejoy Award for Courage in Journalism for beating up a Bircher on his composing room floor. His newspaper appeared to be the only functioning anti-Establishment voice in the shadow of Dallas. Penn's wife ran the linotype, and he did everything else-from writing the editorials to boarding up the front window after receiving a letter to the editor in the form of a firebomb. Penn looked like a wash-and-wear version of Burgess Meredith. He was five foot five, his weathered face had an unfinished texture, as if sandblasted out of balsa wood, and his uneven, receding hairline was semi-crew cut in a style scalped by amateur Indians.

John Griffin had called him "scrappy," and God perhaps had Penn Jones in mind when he created the word. When the city paved the streets in the black section of Midlothian with a gravel loaded with rusty nails, Penn not only wrote about it-he dug some 50 pounds of nails out of the streets and put them on display in his office window for all the world to see. When a lieutenant in the Dallas police department offered Penn the lucrative job of printing the regional KKK newspaper, Penn told him to go to hell. "Half the cops in Dallas belong to the KKK or the Birch society," he said. Penn pledged allegiance to no creed but the truth, which (his corny country parlance gave a dignity to the cliche) he called the "cross and grail" of the newspaperman. He was a card carrying member of Genuine America and proud of it: he had landed at Salerno with the fighting Texas 36th Infantry in World War II; his collection of barbed wire was the largest, he said modestly, in the continental United States; his pudgy son was the drum major for the University of Michigan marching band. He was especially proud of the esteem in which he was held by his fellow country editors in the Southwest and Midwest, who viewed him as something of a cross between William Allen White and the Green Hornet. When the Frederick, Colorado, Farmer and Miner called Penn Jones "the most courageous newspaperman of our time" for his editorials on the assassination in Dallas, that meant more to Penn than the day Walter Cronkite came to take his picture.

I asked Penn why he put out such a crusading newspaper in a place like Midlothian. "This is the only newspaper which cares about Midlothian. If I left, nobody would care."

This man, this prime-rib slice of middle America, swore on a stack of Bibles that a dozen or more people connected with the assassination had met mysterious deaths in its aftermath-and that more deaths were in the cards.

We drove out to Penn's ranch to talk. He wanted to show us his hand-made waterwheel; he boasted it was the only working waterwheel in Ellis County, although it took a kick and a run up the hill to the pump to get it going. Penn found the necessaries and a quart of branch water in a hingeless cupboard in the ranch's ramshackle main cabin, and we sat down to listen to the waterwheel chug in the distance as the editor discoursed in narrative detail on the spidery, black world of Texas politics. He described the several Dallases: the jet stream, superchic, millionaire liberal fashion-plate Dallas of department store owner Stanley Marcus; the fanatic, paramilitary billionaire right-wing Dallas of General Edwin Walker; the crawling lowlife of cheap punks, pimps and perverts in the dingy Dallas of Jack Ruby; the corrupt, stetson sporting, justice-for-sale, penny-arcade official Dallas. He talked of the "Texas Mafia," those pot-bellied bosom buddies of Lyndon Johnson, the middlemen who also got theirs off the top, who could fix everything from a speeding ticket to a murder charge; of Bill Brammer, Lyndon's former aide who had the poor sense to write a good novel, The Gay Place, about LBJ's world, and how LBJ had destroyed him, crumpled the man up and thrown him away like a used pack of cigarettes.

Penn was just getting warmed up about Dallas by the time he got down to the grit of the assassination. He estimated that he had spent "several thousand hours" reading and knocking on doors, asking questions, attempting to connect the dots in the puzzle left by the Warren Commission. "The Warren Report," he said decisively, "wasn't worth the paper it was printed on." He was not averse to backing up that statement. He ticked off a list of social contacts between Ruby and Dallas police officer Jefferson Davis Tippit, and then between Oswald, who shot Tippit, and Ruby, who shot Oswald, that read like a computer matchmaker's dream datebook. There was the testimony of Oswald's landlady, Earlene Roberts, that a Dallas police car had pulled up in front of the rooming house shortly after the assassination, while Oswald was inside, and honked twice, in some sort of signal, then drove off; Oswald left via the front door a few moments later. There was a list as long as a tattooed man's arm of Oswald's FBI contacts in Texas and New Orleans. And stories like that of Julia Ann Mercer, an eyewitness who was told to deny what she had sworn in writing to the Dallas County Sheriff's Office, and was never called as a witness before the Warren Commission; she had seen a man with a rifle case get out of a green pickup truck and walk up the hill to the grassy knoll above Dealey Plaza minutes before the assassination-the driver of the pickup, she said, was Jack Ruby.

We sat transfixed, listening over the chung-plung, chung-plung of the waterwheel to his verbal catalogue of the sins and omissions of the Warren Commission. "I've got a million of them," Penn said. One of the strangest was the story of Rose Chermi. According to police reports Penn had dug up, Ms. Chermi, a lady of less than tender years and experience, had been thrown from a moving automobile near Eunice, Louisiana, on November 20, 1963. A passing good Samaritan picked her up and drove her to a hospital, where she angrily volunteered information to the effect that she was in the employ of Dallas nightclub owner, Jack Ruby, and had been driving to Florida with two of Ruby's men to pick up a load of narcotics for their boss; during an argument, one of the men had shoved her out the door of the speeding car. She also volunteered the information that President Kennedy and other officials were going to be killed on their impending visit to Dallas but two days hence. No one took her seriously. After the assassination, the Eunice authorities thought a little differently and Rose Chermi was questioned further. Shown a news story the day after Ruby shot Oswald, which quoted Ruby as denying having previously known Oswald, she laughed out loud. "They were bed mates," she said. What further information, if any, Rose Chermi provided was not later found in the official records of Eunice, Louisiana. And 1'affair Chermi somehow escaped the attention of the Warren Commission.

When Penn went looking for Rose, he found that she had been killed by an unidentified hit and run driver, on September 4, 1965, while walking along the side of a highway near Big Sandy, Texas.

"So that's one of the mysterious deaths," I said.

Penn looked at me as if I were some sensation-mongering big city journalist.

"Nope," he said. "Not yet, anyway. She's dead all right. But I haven't finished checking her case out."

No rush, he said. There were plenty of other, duly certified, mysterious deaths. And there'd be plenty more where they came from, no doubt; he reckoned he'd be working on the assassination the rest of his life, there was that much to do.

The tiny Texas editor discussed such matters with the calm of a reporter who had his scoop down pat, and was just waiting for the man from Pall Mall cigarettes to come along and give him its $500 Big Story award. Curses, like rivers, have to start somewhere, and the string of mysterious deaths connected with the Kennedy assassination was traced by Penn Jones to a fateful meeting at Jack Ruby's apartment on Sunday, November 24, 1963-the night that Ruby shot Oswald. Penn discovered that three of the five people present at that meeting had died in a mysterious manner afterwards. It was this discovery which started the Mysterious Death clock ticking. When we talked, in 1966, the count was around thirteen or fourteen; Penn's latest tabulation, as of 1974, has the number at one hundred or more. Granted the actuarial tables and hardening of the arteries, that list still amounts, at the least, to a bit of a curse. The first fatalities are instructive of the lot. The two newspapermen who were at Ruby's apartment that night died-by all fair-trade applications of the adverb -mysteriously within a year. Jim Koethe, a reporter for the Dallas Times Herald, was killed, as Ed Sanders would say, chop-chop, by a karate blow in the neck when he stepped out of the shower the morning of September 21, 1964. His apartment was ransacked, and two notebooks filled with information on the assassination were taken. The second reporter, Bill Hunter, of the Long Beach Press Telegram, was shot to death by a cop while sitting at his desk in the press room of the Long Beach Public Safety Building six months later. Two Long Beach police detectives confessed that they had been horsing around, playing cops and robbers with loaded guns, when one cop dropped his gun and it went off, killing Hunter with a bullet through the heart. The cops were convicted of involuntary manslaughter, but sentence was suspended. The third dead man who had been at Ruby's apartment that night was Tom Howard, a Dallas professional character who, as Ruby's first attorney, had proclaimed that his client should get the Congressional Medal of Honor for shooting Oswald. In 1964, Howard, a healthy and gregarious fellow, began to act in a very nervous manner, then reportedly died of a heart attack at the ripe old age of 48. No autopsy was performed.

From there, Penn Jones's list of dead people who had some connection with the assassination began to balloon: Nancy Jane Mooney, a stripper at Jack Ruby's Carousel Club, the mother of four, jailed on a disturbing the peace charge, was found hanged by her own toreador pants in her cell in the Dallas City Jail. (In addition to having worked for Ruby, Nancy Jane's tie to the assassination investigation was as the prime alibi for an individual accused of shooting a used car salesman in the head; the salesman had seen a man with a gun fleeing the scene where officer Tippit was shot-and said the man was not Oswald; when he recovered from his wound, and after consulting at length with General Edwin Walker, the car salesman changed his story and said the man with the gun was Oswald, after all, just like the Warren Commission said.)

Housepainter Hank Killam, the husband of Wanda, Ruby's favorite B-girl, and the buddy of a man who lived in the same roominghouse with Oswald, massacred himself on Valentine's Day, 1964, by falling through a plate glass window and severing his jugular vein.

Cab driver William Whaley, who drove Oswald from the Kennedy murder scene, died in a weird head-on collision in 1965. He was the first Dallas cabbie to be killed in action since 1937.

Edward Benavides, the brother and lookalike to an eyewitness to the killing of officer Tippit, was shot in the back of the head in a Dallas beer joint in 1964; when a relative, dissatisfied with the police classification of the shooting as "unsolved," began to poke around on his own, someone took two potshots at him.

The list went on much in the same fashion. The only exception to the editor's scientist like restraint in naming a person as a mysterious death was the bitchy matter of Dorothy Kilgallen. Penn just couldn't get over the fact that she was the only reporter ever to interview Jack Ruby alone-with no official or unofficial interlopers; just before she died she had been going around New York telling friends that she was about to "bust the Kennedy assassination wide open." She was found dead in bed, reportedly of too many cocktails made of one part alcohol to three parts barbiturates. The thing that freaked Penn was that Miss Kilgallen died on November 8, 1965-the night the lights went out in New York. Fair to jumping up and down over this coincidence, Penn wrote an editorial in the Midlothian Mirror titled: "Was It A Mickey?"

"Find out," I asked David Welsh in the plane on our way back to San Francisco, "if all those people are really dead."

Meanwhile, back at Ramparts' drydock in San Francisco, there was an armada of sleuths afloat on Dexedrine, attempting to meet the deadline for the November issue, in time to observe the third anniversary of the assassination. They were preparing an encyclopedic broadside against the Warren Commission as "merchants of alibis," to borrow a phrase of the great Mike Gold, that one-man Addison and Steele of American Communist letters. This Song of the Sleuths would be of such sweet clarity as to compel the reopening of the assassination investigation.

Consistent with Ramparts' operating procedures, we had a cover before we had a story. Stermer had procured an official color photograph of Jack Kennedy-chin propped on hand, handsome beaver teeth smiling, money-pouch bags around the eyes, comate hairdo shining with vigor. It was a visage suitable for a Camelot airmail stamp. Stermer sent it to a local jigsaw puzzle manufacturer with instructions to make a puzzle out of the picture of the martyred President. We figured the jigsaw maker for a Republican, since he got the finished puzzle back to us, as several boors in the office noted, in jig time. Before sending it off to the engraver, the art director removed a few pieces from the bottom of the puzzle, for dramatic effect. Keating wanted to improve on the idea and take pieces out of JFK's head, exactly where he had been shot. Stermer refused, and after considerable pushing and pulling of Kennedy jigsaw pieces, the art director carried the day. The assassination-puzzle cover ready, I waited for the sleuths to deliver their giant speckled egg so long in gestation; the time had come to crack open the Warren Commission.

The sleuths' manuscript was a monument to the irrelevance of logic. Slightly less bulky than the Manhattan Yellow Pages, our counter thesis was as academic, convoluted and tautological as the Warren Report itself. It was a goddamn legal brief; I wanted something that would get people talking about the Warren Report with the cynicism they did about the weather report. All public opinion polls and other scientific ilk belong in the same cocked hat; they are loaded in the first place, since they weight the question simply by bringing it up. In my book, the only reliable indicator of what is weighing on the national consciousness is what people are talking about in neighborhood bars. The books that had come out criticizing the Warren Report had stirred the nation's intellectuals but left the masses becalmed. I wanted to churn the bars: I stuck my head in the door of David Welsh's office. "Did you find out if all those people are dead?"

"So far, ten check out. Ten dead," he said.

"Ten's enough," I said. "Pin it all on Penn Jones."

I threw out the 30,000 plus words of sleuth sweat and tears. To purple gazes of hate and small gurgling sounds of rage from the sleuths, I ripped apart the entire magazine and, over the weekend it was scheduled to go to press, inserted a special section of Penn Jones's "mysterious death" editorials from the Midlothian Mirror. It was accompanied by Welsh's report, titled "In the Shadow of Dallas," which related with spartan objectivity the story of how the small-town newspaper editor in Texas had discovered a series of deaths related to the assassination of President Kennedy, and that all these people were, indeed, dead. The tone was that of Dragnet: slightly incredulous but respectful of the facts. We included Dorothy Kilgallen on the list of those mysteriously dead-but with a question mark after her name. I rewrote the lead for the Kilgallen section in a manner conducive to the raising of an interesting rumor, but not a flag:

"We know of no serious person who really believes that the death of Dorothy Kilgallen, the gossip columnist, was related to the Kennedy assassination. Still ..."

Amnesia is said to be curable by a good hit on the head; national amnesia may be no different, as the use of King Tut's hammer proved most effective. The "mysterious deaths" became an overnight sensation. Ramparts sold out, and went back on the presses. Penn Jones found himself catapulted to the status of instant folk hero. Walter Cronkite dispatched a film crew to Midlothian and devoted long segments of three consecutive CBS newscasts to Penn Jones's Big Story. European newspapers ran scare headlines, while many American papers editorialized against anyone taking seriously such sagebrush rumors-but in denying a conspiracy the press found itself in the unexpected position of promoting a curse. Mysterious deaths were suddenly reported everywhere, from the gruel dished up in drug-store tabloids, to the mass slicks; Cosmopolitan reprinted the Ramparts story in its conspiratorial entirety, which was one of the last acts of the old management before Helen Gurley Brown took over and began asking men to take off their clothes in the centerfold. Some time later I was in a proletarian bar in outer Brooklyn, and, over a beer, I heard a toothless old lady tell the fellow next to her about "all these people who got murdered down in Texas because they knew who killed President Kennedy"-I knew then that the national consciousness barrier had been cracked.

The sleuths were unhappy. Although I had got a good national buzz going in their cause, they were so upset at my trashing their manuscript that had I brought the sun whirling down to the crowd at Fatima on their behalf, I doubt they would have approved. Missionaries like to control the process of conversion, and do not always find miracles to their taste. David Lifton, the supersleuth, sat grumping in my office one afternoon while I attempted to explain that it is necessary to break the ice before you can go swimming in winter; now that people were talking about the assassination in neighborhood pubs, the public attention span for considering the Warren Commission's misfeasance had been sufficiently expanded so that people might even be willing to look at one of his blowups and see a rifleman in the bushes.

Unable to appeal to any higher authority, I retreated to citing Hinckle's Laws of Advocacy journalism, which I had made up that instant, just to shut him up:

"Listen, buddy," I said, "if you can't prove a conspiracy, settle for a curse."

[John Simkin]

I thought members might be interested in the way the website on the great William Penn Jones is developing:

http://www3.baylor.edu/Library/BCPM/JFK/Jones/PennJones.htm

[John Simkin]

Namebase entry (Maybe someone should tell Daniel Brandt about John Kelin's book Praise from a Future Generation:

http://www.namebase.org/main3/Penn-Jones-Jr.html

JONES PENN JR

DiEugenio,J. Destiny Betrayed. 1992 (174)

Groden,R. Livingstone,H. High Treason. 1990 (128, 132)

Hinckle,W. If You Have a Lemon, Make Lemonade. 1990 (217-26)

Marrs,J. Crossfire. 1990 (32, 196-7, 386, 430)

Russell,D. The Man Who Knew Too Much. 1992 (588)

Turner,W. Rearview Mirror. 2001 (134)

[John Simkin]

John Kelin: I am very interested in the research carried out by Penn Jones. He seems to have come up with information that has not been duplicated in other books by JFK researchers. For example, this is what he wrote in the Midlothian Mirror on November 25, 1965:

I have a concern for the strange things happening in America in recent months. With the passing of the second anniversary of the murder of President Kennedy, we take not of some of the strange things which continue to plague those around the principals.

Miss Dorothy Kilgallen joins the growing list of persons who have died after a private interview with one of the two members of the Jack Ruby-George Senator team. We have printed the strange deaths of Bill Hunter and Jim Koethe after they had a private interview with George Senator and Ruby’s attorney, Tom Howard. Hunter and Koethe were murdered. Lawyer Tom Howard died under strange circumstances...

Now Miss Kilgallen dies under clouded circumstances. During the Ruby trial in Dallas, Judge Joe B. Brown granted Miss Kilgallen a privilege given no other newsman. She had thirty minutes alone in a room with Jack Ruby. Even the guards were outside the door. Miss Kilgallen told some of what went of during the interview in her columns. But was someone afraid she knew more? Is she another victim of possibly knowing the secret that still moves in the troubled mind of Jack Ruby?...

What is happening in our land? How many murders of persons connected in some way with the assassination principals can go unnoticed by our people? How many lies must we prove on The Warren Commission before a demand for reopening becomes a commanding one?

In his book, Volume II: Forgive My Grief (1967), Penn Jones added more to this story:

Shortly before her death, Miss Kilgallen told a friend in New York that she was going to New Orleans in 5 days and break the case wide open. Miss Kilgallen 52, died November 8, 1965, under questionable circumstances in her New York home. Eight days after her death, a ruling was made that she died of barbiturates and drink with no quantities of either ingredient being given.

Also strangely, Miss Kilgallen’s close friend, Mrs. Earl E.T. Smith, died two days after Miss Kilgallen. Mrs. Smith’s autopsy read that the cause of death was unknown.

Many skeptical newsmen have asked: “If Miss Kilgallen knew anything, surely as a journalist wouldn’t she have left some notes?” This is a legitimate question. Possibly Mrs. Smith was the trusted friend with the notes. No one will ever know now.

I have discovered that Mrs. Earl E. T. Smith was Florence Smith who was a journalist who was generally known as Florence Pritchett. What is really amazing about this is that JFK was involved in an affair with Pritchett that lasted from 1944 up until his death in 1963.

In June, 1957, President Dwight Eisenhower appointed her husband, Earl Smith as Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary to Cuba. FBI files reveal that over the next two years John F. Kennedy made more than a dozen visits to Cuba in order to meet Florence. Florence also met Kennedy in Miami and Palm Beach, where their homes were conveniently adjoined. Earl Smith held right-wing views and later accused the CIA of helping Fidel Castro to gain power in Cuba.

I believe it is highly possible that Kilgallen got secret information about JFK’s foreign policy via Florence Pritchett/Earl Smith. For example, she wrote about the Mafia/CIA plots on Castro in the New York Journal American as early as July 1959.

In your research on Penn Jones did you discover if he identified who Mrs Earl Smith was? Did you get the chance to read Jones’ unpublished papers during your research?

[Michael Hogan]

There is a lovely account of Penn Jones (one of my heroes) in Warren Hinckle's autobiography, If You Have a Lemon, Make Lemonade (a book well worth reading):

Ron Rosenbaum's Still on the Case (Texas Monthly November 1983) is a well written article featuring the late Penn Jones, Jr.

Rosenbaum also interviews Gary Mack, Josiah Thompson and Robert Rantfel. It's a fascinating look at where Mack and Thompson

were at in terms of conspiracy twenty-seven years ago. David Lifton, Jack White and Mary Ferrell are also mentioned.

Many members of this Forum have read this article at one time or another, but it's still a great read today.

http://books.google.com/books?id=giwEAAAAM...hly&f=false

[Dean Hagerman]

Very nice article, thanks for the link Michael

[Bernice Moore]

PENN JONESB

[Dean Hagerman]

Penn Jones along with Harold Weisberg are two of my heroes

As a kid growing up they had to compete with Larry Bird, Joe Montana and Will Clark

But now they stand alone as my heroes

My most treasured JFK related item is my hard copy of "Forgive My Grief" vol 1 signed by Penn Jones

[Kathleen Collins]

Yes, interesting article. That 'Gary Mack' must have been before his 'heart' and ethical transplants, however. Penn was a great man and all those who honor our Country and Truth, Justice and a march toward a more just world should honor him. Anyone who casts any aspersions on Penn, just send me your address and I'll send you a letter I have spit in. He was the first on so many fronts - the witnesses being exterminated [to silence them]; the possibility [probability] of a gunman in the sewers; and much, much, MUCH more. He never gave in...unlike some [like Mr. Dunkle, who have sold out, IMO, to those with money and power - the very ones who killed JFK and our Nation (for money and power)]. Presente Penn Jones!

Then get your salivary glands working on this, Peter. Penn Jones Jr. sent me and others on a wild goose chase. After appearing on Kup's Show, the Irv Kupcinet talk show from Chicago, he developed a theory that Karyn Kupcinet was murdered because of foreknowledge of the Assassination, and she was desperatly trying to reach her father in Chicago by phone.

Yes, there was a phone call from Oxnard, CA in which a woman got on the operator's line and predicted Kennedy would be dead in minutes. Another operator and a manager listened in. To make a long story short, I think Greg Parker did an excellent job in following up on that. There's a practice, I understand, used by the Rosicrucians called radionics. It's a means for casting a spell. The caller needed something electronic that would bring on the result. The woman was not in an agitated state. She was merely reciting incantations. She obviously had foreknowledge of the Assassination and was doing her part.

Twenty minutes later President Kennedy was shot. And the phone company called the FBI. This story appeared in many papers the next day (Nov. 23, 1963).

When Penn Jones Jr was on Kup's Show, he must have learned of Irv's daughter's mysterious death (just five days after the Assassination.) At some point over the years, he claimed Karyn Kupcinet made this call predicting Kennedy's death, trying desperately to reach her father. She was murdered and it has gone unsolved till this day. Jones passed on a theory but claimed it was fact -- a huge blunder for a journalist.

I spent many years pondering this phone call. But I learned she could not have made that call. She was not in Oxnard. She went with her boyfriend, Andrew Prine, Earl Holliman and Lynn Loring, all actors, to Palm Springs for the weekend to get away from the Kennedy Assassination coverage. Karyn, being a nervous girl (methamphetamines), expressed no more sadness than anyone else . The phone call came from Oxnard. On the morning Kennedy was killed, Karyn was in West Hollywood and left for Palm Springs with Prine.

Kathy C

[Guest Tom Scully]

This is quite a thread. Post #5, "authored" by Lee Israel, is posted from the same I.P. # as posts #'s 13 and 14 "by" Jonathan Wendland.

Young Mr. Smith, son of Florence Pritchett, had an interesting and long lived father-in-law.:

Not at All What One Is Used To: The Life and Times of Isabella Gardner

books.google.com/books?isbn=0826218989

Marian Janssen - 2010 - Preview

In November 1953, on the eve of United Fruit's involvement in the CIA-organized coup in Guatemala, which overthrew President Jacobo Arbenz, George was elected a company director, next to his work as an investment banker with Paine, .....

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George Peabody Gardner May 09, 2012

George Peabody Gardner, formerly of Brookline and Prides Crossing, Massachusetts, passed away at his home in Palm Beach, Florida on May 9th.Mr. Gardner was born in Newton, MA in 1917. Son of George Peabody Gardner and Rose Grosvenor Gardner, he was one of six children. George attended the Park School in Brookline, MA, and continued his preparatory studies at the St. Marks’s School in Southborough, MA. Mr. Gardner then went on to Harvard College and graduated in 1939. In 1940, George enlisted in the U.S. Navy and served for six years during WW II where he served aboard the USS Louisville and the USS Quincy. Mr. Gardner was honorably discharged in 1946 as a Lieutenant Commander. He worked in the Advertising Department at the Boston Herald, and the Batten Barton Durstine, and Osborn Advertising Agency. In 1952 he began work at Paine Webber, Jackson, and Curtisand became a general partner in 1955. He also joined the policy committee. He was a director of Arthur D. Little, Kaiman AircraftCorporation, Barry Controls, Inc., The Wright Line, Inc., Macalaster ScientificCorporation, Instron, Lestoil, W.R.Grace, Oxbow Corp., Stanley Home Products,Inc., and a chairman of United Fruit. Co. and the Wang Center of Boston.

George P. Gardner was a Trustee of the Boston Museum of Science, where he was also the President for three years from 1954-59 and was rememberedfor climbing the Ruth Glacier of Mt McKinley in Alaska with Brad Washburn. He joined the MIT Corporation’s Board of Trustees in 1959, becamea life member 1963-1992, was elected to the executive committee 1965-1967, andin 1979 was awarded the “Founding Life Sustaining Fellow” by MIT. Mr. Gardner was also a trustee of the JFK Library, theInstitute of Defense Analyses, the World Peace Foundation, the St. Mark’s School, and Children’s Hospital Medical Center, Boston, and an honorary trusteeof The Humane Society of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Additionally, he helped to build a multidenominational Chapel for the Escuela Agricola Pan Americana Zamorano in Tegucigalpa,Honduras. He became a trustee of Zamorano and remained a critical member of theboard for 50 years. At his 55th Harvard Reunion he said, “ I can only confirm that the best thing that ever happened to me was a chance meeting 47 yrs ago at a Ballet performance at the Teatro de Bellas Artes in Mexico City where I met a remarkable young lady, Tatiana Stepanova, a Prima Ballerina for the Ballet Russe, whom I married and who gave me a very close family and awonderful life.He was pre deceased by his beloved son G. Peabody GardnerJr. and his wife of 63 years, Tatiana Stepanova Gardner. George leaves behind his two daughters, Alexandra and Tatiana, his daughter-in-law, Susan, his one son-in-law,seven grandchildren and six great grandchildren. ....

Tatiana Stepanova Gardner Obituary: View Tatiana Gardner's ...

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GARDNER, Tatiana Stepanova Of Palm Beach and Brookline passed away ... daughter-in-law, Mrs. G Peabody Gardner Jr, and son-in-law, Earl E. T. Smith, ...

.Venerable patron of Zamorano passed away on May 9, 2012 ...

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May 28, 2012 – Mr. Gardner was married to his beloved Tatiana Stepanova who passed ... Mrs. G. Peabody Gardner, Jr.; and his son-in-law Earl E. T. Smith, Jr.

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‎Palm Beach Daily News - May 11, 1980

Tatiana Gardner, daughter of and Mrs. George Peabody Gardner Jr. of Brookline, Mass., Earl Edward Tailer Smith Jr. York, of Ambassador . Earl Smith Jr.

1. 
   Forbes, Gardner Named To United Fruit Board
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   Christian Science Monitor - Nov 17, 1953
   Forbes, Gardner Named To United Fruit Board Forbes, Gardner Named To United Fruit Board The board of directors of thej Unitcd Fruit Company at their' ...
   
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   United Fruit Names New Chairman
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   New York Times - Apr 22, 1958
   Directors of the United Fruit Company elected Oeorge P. Gardner Jr, chairman of the board at a meeting in Boston yesterday. l%{r. Gardner is a partner in the ...
   
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   United Fruit Earns About 25c a Share
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   Boston Globe - Feb 2, 1961
   George Gardner, chalrman,, and Thonia Sunderland, president, told ... in 1060 caused a gCnleal collapse of prices, United Fruit executives said,
   

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