[all speech is from original newsreel commentaries and interviewees]
Near a little village in the Black Forest,
there's a wooden hut with a "keep out" notice. Inside lives a woman who may be the Grand Duchess
Anastasia of Russia - or maybe a nobody. Once again the problem comes before a court,
the district court of Hamburg, which is trying to decide between the woman who claims she
is the daughter of the last of the Tsars and Romanov relatives who claim the real Anastasia
died with him in the massacre of 40 years ago.
Officially, she is Anna Anderson, born in Berlin. But Prince Frederick of Saxe-Altenburg is
one of those who believe she really is Anastasia. Heiress to such of the Romanov fortune as
may be left. Turning back the clock we show you historic
newsreel pictures of the ill-fated Tsar and his family, including his four daughters,
of whom the Grand Duchess Anastasia was the youngest.
Who is the mystery woman in the Black Forest? Her Royal Highness the Grand Duchess Anastasia?
Or Frau Anna Anderson? Who can say?
The news of the disappearance at sea of Frank Vosper, who has been called one of Britain's
greatest character actors. Of many fine performances, perhaps his best known was as Henry VIII.
We're taking you over to Frank Vosper's dressing room at the Duke of York's Theatre, London,
where he is going to change from his slim and normal self to the very robust proportions
of the distinguished monarch, the late lamented Henry VIII whose character Mr Vosper assumes
so ably in The Rose without a Thorn. "I know Sir, that you can be gentle too."
"Yes, yes. And often need gentle companionship. As I need music or sleep and I give a great
deal for a little genuine affection."
"Were you very excited when you saw land?" "I wasn't exactly excited, because I had expected
it momentarily for about an hour." Only a short time ago Amelia Earhart checked
over every detail of her $80,000 flying laboratory in preparation for her around-the-world flight.
This was to have been her greatest achievement. A sky dash of 28,000 miles. With her husband
George Palmer, she discussed the hazardous course which had been plotted for her by Fred
Noonan, a navigator who embarked with Mrs Earhart upon this great flight. A flight which was
to mark her retirement from aeronautical research.
Then to a waiting world came news of disaster, as the plane failed to reach tiny Howland
Island in the Pacific. A British freighter, the coast guard and the Navy inspected the
search.
The Government's majority is a record and newspapers have no hesitation calling it a
landslide victory. The tragic news of the untimely and sudden death
of Australian Prime Minister Harold Holt set President Johnson, Mr Wilson and Prince Charles
on a sad mission to the other side of the world, which took them to Melbourne for a
memorial service for Mr Holt.
In the primeval jungle of South West New Guinea, all the modern resources of the civilised
world are employed in the search for the explorer son of New York Governor Nelson Rockefeller.
"I appreciate this opportunity to express my very sincere appreciation and, on behalf
of Michael's twin sister, full appreciation for Mr Johnson."
Michael's Dutch companion, René Wassing, explained how young Rockefeller insisted in
swimming the 3 miles to shore after their catamaran capsized in choppy seas.
Dr Wassing was rescued, but Michael disappeared and the great search began in this area where
headhunters and cannibals once ruled. Men, planes and ships of three nations engage
in the mercy man-hunt.
Forbidding Alcatraz Prison from which no man has ever been known to escape. As its
name for impregnability is at stake, a daring break for freedom by three convicts tiggers
the men-hunt through the caves with which the rock is riddled and throughout the entire
San Francisco area. The warden says that eroding walls and steel work
allowed the three convicted bank robbers to make their way out with the aid of
teaspoons and infinite patience. After tunneling through a four-inch concrete
wall, they climbed up a pipe shaft to the cell block roof.
Then in a series of incredible climbs and drops, they reached the water's edge.
Coast guard and police cover the swift waters of San Francisco Bay to which they
would have had to swim or go by raft to shore or nearby Angel Island. Their break
for freedom makes history of a grimly fascinating sort.