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...would harass Olga by telephone at the hospital; sometimes she would beat on the apartment door and scream threats. Twice Olga changed apartments to escape her mother-in-law; each time Mother Duncan trailed Frank to his rendezvous. And one day last August mother Duncan hired an ex-convict to act as her son, posed herself as Olga, got a Ventura County superior court judge to annul her son's marriage...
...Frank was no help. Santa Barbara and Ventura police turned up the phony annulment and, with help from the FBI, followed a trail that led to two characters of Santa Barbara's seamy Haley Street area: blade-thin Augustine Baldonado, 25, and Luis Moya, a 22-year-old convict (dope and street fighting). Both finally confessed that mother Duncan had hired them to kill Olga for $6,000. They led the cops to a shallow grave in a Ventura County ditch. There indeed lay the body of Frank Duncan's bride, the victim of beating and strangulation...
...five men who publish the monthly Menard (Ill.) Time are serving a total of 130 years for felonies ranging from statutory rape to murder. Each workday, in the interests of some 2,350 convict readers, they troop in prison dungarees to the Menard Time* office to practice journalism behind the walls of the Menard branch of the Illinois State Penitentiary. Menard's Editor David R. Saunders has had job offers from several newspapers and a wire service. But it will be a while before he goes to press for pay: he has 32 years yet to serve...
...kindliness" in print, "beware of seekers of free publicity," and avoid prison idiom, e.g., "isolation area" instead of "the hole." But the Angolite at the Louisiana State Penitentiary has published a cell-block correspondent's story griping about the chow. And the Menard Time recently printed a convict's poem to prison guards which began: "The screw stomps in on big flat feet...
...year-old model, lured like earlier victims by Glatman's pose-for-pay pitch, struggled free when he attacked her in a car off the Santa Ana Freeway, held him at bay with his own pistol until a state highway patrolman appeared. To police, the pint-sized ex-convict glibly announced he had strangled three other women, led police to the decomposed bodies of two of them on a sun-bleached strip of desert southeast of Los Angeles. He volunteered the 22 pictures, explained proudly how he settled on fine-grain Panatomic-X film for black-and-whites, processed...