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Last laugh of Hitler’s cackling radio pariah

A question mark hanging over the true nationality of wartime traitor Lord Haw Haw may have saved him from the gallows, says Illtyd Harrington

HORST Pinschewer is not listed in the annals of those who stumble into history. A German Jewish refugee, he was an interpreter in the British Army.
He was advised to change his name for his own safety to Captain Bertie Lickorish. On May 28, 1945, three weeks after Victory in Europe Day, he and another officer came across a short man collecting wood in a forest near the German-Danish border. They spoke in German.
Lickorish remained alert and wary, becoming suspicious when the man reached into his pocket. He drew his revolver, fired and punctured the suspect in both buttocks.
In minutes he realised they had caught Lord Haw-Haw, William Joyce, former number two to Sir Oswald Mosley in the British Union of Fascists. He had a reputation as a vicious streetfighter, handy with knuckle-dusters. Shortly afterwards his wife Margaret was caught. It was a sensation.

Lady Day’s majesty is resurrected on paper

A shoebox of interviews with Billie Holiday’s associates has uncovered a wealth of details about the jazz singer’s life, writes Gerald Isaaman

FOR some she is sheer magic, a melancholy voice and sexual symbol that yanks at the soul.
Others shrug their shoulders, moan and ask what all the fuss is about.

That’s the ambivalent world of Billie Holiday. Her tragic life story has been romanticised into triumph.
She is upheld as Lady Day, the destitute kid from Philadelphia who made it, at 14, to Harlem’s junkie background of drugs, booze, prostitution, violence, crime and rampant racism to become idolised as America’s first queen of jazz.
She has already been the subject of numerous graphic biographies, notably Donald Clarke’s Wishing on the Moon, published a decade ago, as well as one movie which pulled out all the sentimental stops.

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