Jackie Smith's hometown paper covered the story of her life, her disappearance, the discovery of her criminal abortion death, and the resulting trial in excruciating detail. Here are many photos, along with details about Jackie.
When word first arose of the young woman's disappearance, her high school English teacher, Joan Nichols, asked the class to pray for Jackie.
Miss Nichols found Jackie to be "well-liked" and "even tempered" and as the best dressed girl in her class.
After Jackie had moved away, Miss Nichols even contacted her in New York and asked her to produce a series of illustrations of various figures of speech for a Shakespeare class. Jackie sent her former teacher a series of posters.
Jackie also sent Miss Nichols a letter in which she said:
Don't ask me how, but some way I found time to read a book I know you would enjoy if you haven't already read it -- 'A Man Called Peter,' about Peter Marshall, chaplain of the Senate until his death several years ago, written by his widow. Many of his sermons and prayers are in the book, and I found them very inspiring. I have never been a regular church goer, but up hear I have started -- rather odd, I suppose, since you usually associate New York City with quite different ways. ....
You wouldn't recognize me today. I got a short haircut. It gets so dirty around the city, and mine was too long to bother with (there goes my English again).
Jackie's art teacher, Julia Weirman, found Jackie to be clever and imaginative. She had recommended Jackie to the local Textile Printing and Finishing Company for a job. Jackie's boss there was pleased with the referral. Jackie had prepared textile designs for the company for about a year and a half after she graduated. "She was a nice, quiet girl. I can only say good of her. None come better," he told the Lebanon Daily News.
Mental MeanderingWith spring that compelling urge comes backTo stray far away from my native lair,To hear a train skim over a track,Or the whir of propellors slicing the air.To cross the seas on an ocean liner,To London, Paris, Lisbon and Rome;Right now I can't think of anything finerThan going as far as I can from my home.The lure of the unknown has my hand,The unknown, as full of mystery,Strange people in a distant land,About which I read in history.Oh well, I know these dreams will be past,And I'll be content to loll on a beachWhen spring to summer turns at lastAnd I I want is within my reach.Ode To a TV SetTV, you wicked little monster,You try so hard to be a funster.People once passed the time of dayWith books and records, work and play;But since you've taken over the houseI must be quieter than a mouse.My, I wonder how the daylight looksAnd if publishers still print in books.Because of you I've lost all my friends;I watch Berle, who to culture nothing lends.TV, from your silly witticisms,From puppets and movies, I can't tear away --You little monster, you're here to stay.From a Flat-Footed FullbackWill you love me and rememberIn the merry month of MayAs you did darling in NovemberWhen I ran that touchdown play?Or have you already forgotten the story?Is your fancy about to swing --To the dope who wins the gloryAt the track meets in the spring?
- "Jackie Smith Was Avid Poetry Club Member," Lebanon (PA) Daily News, January 12, 1956
- "Jacqueline Smith Described As Quiet And Reserved By Friends," Lebanon (PA) Dailey News, January 12, 1956
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