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[photograph of a display board/exhibit showing a printed magazine or newspaper article; upper portion heavily obscured]

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Was this a rehearsed Cooper getaway? The [illegible] don't know. On the night of the crime, like [illegible] about everyone else [illegible] Center they were attending a wedding at the Evangelical church.

This spring the army sent 300 men in for a three-week search, but they turned up nothing except a little local hostility. The folks in Etna are still angry at the disturbance that the soldiers and their helicopters caused. Clarence Anry's horse disappeared for three days, and two frightened cows ran themselves to death. A few days after the searchers left, Shir- ley Free and Howard Pearson's wife were out collecting old bot- tles at the grist mill on Cedar Creek when they stumbled upon a woman's hand in the underbrush. Then yet another body was dis- covered over on Studebaker Road. It wasn't Cooper. And now Cow- litz County has two unsolved mur- ders on its hands, as well as a phantom hijacker. RICHARD WOODBURY

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Friday, whose house looks down on long, frigid Lake Merwin. "Ev- eryone breathed a sigh when he wasn't found. They feel the glory —and the money—belong to us." In Mrs. Friday's book, which her brother-in-law, Bill, illustrated with cartoons (right), the skyjacker meets an ignominious end. In- deed, the FBI informed residents that Cooper may have been de-

voured by animals, and asked them to look for remains. But like most of her neighbors, Anna Friday doesn't believe that Cooper died. "It was too carefully planned for him to flub up at the last minute," she says, fixing a thoughtful gaze out through the low-lying fog. "And remember—there were just enough odd things that happened around here that night."