In early March of 1978, I first heard of Mary Doefour. She was an old woman who had just died. And a funeral home owner was calling in her
obituary.
It was the most nebulous death notice I had ever heard. Her parents were unknown. Her birthplace was unknown. Her birthdate was uncertain. If anybody survived her, nobody knew.
And Mary Doefour was not her actual name. Nobody knew her real name.
She died of a heart attack while in bed at Queenwood East
Nursing Home in Morton March 2.
Intrigued by the vague obituary, I went to the nursing home about a week
after the old woman’s death in an effort to find out more about her life.
While nursing home residents sang broken hymns in the
background, a therapist at the nursing home, who’d gotten to know Mary Doefour
recounted the tragedy of the woman’s life.
The therapist had trouble hiding her emotion. I had trouble hiding my disbelief. The horror of the woman’s life had been
incredible. And the fact that she lived
such a life in government sanctioned institutions made her story more horrible.
After leaving the nursing home where Mary Doefour died, I
had enough information on Mary Doefour to write a rambling, 14-page account of
the nightmare the woman had lived for almost 50 years.
That story was published in the March 12, Sunday edition of
the Bloomington Pantagraph, a newspaper I worked for at the time. The paper had a circulation of more than
50,000.
And maybe there was a chance – a slight chance – that
somebody who knew who Mary Doefour really was would read the story and reveal
her identity before she was given an anonymous, pauper’s burial by the state.
While there was no solid information in those 14 pages of
who the woman might have been, there was some information that could be
pursued. Following that information up
would involve a lot of legwork. And it
would probably be futile. But there were
some unanswered questions.
Much of the information in the original story was a result
of piecemeal records that survived the institutions in which Mary Doefour
spent for decades. We don’t know how the
institutions found some of the information, or why it wasn’t checked further.
That’s a short synopsis of the original story. And I thought it would do something to help
find out who she was.
But it didn’t.
Last November, I decided to leave my job at the Bloomington
paper. I rummaged through some newspaper
clips and picked a few out to send along with a job application to The Peoria Journal
Star. I ran across the Mary Doefour
story.
It had been almost eight months since she died and seven
months since I’d thought much about her.
I stuck the Mary Doefour clip in with the job application.
I was hired in early January. And the second week I was on the job, the
managing editor brought up Mary Doefour.
He said he found the story interesting, and thought it might be worth a
follow.
Perhaps by now, there was some indication of who she
was. Perhaps the mortician, who’d been
ordered by the state to keep her ashes kept in an urn that looked something
like a coffee can were due to be buried in six weeks.
No. There had been
no inquiries. In fact, Robert Perry the
mortician said the only inquiries about the woman since she had died had come
from me.
Still, it seemed worth another story. The fact she would be buried soon was enough
of a news peg. And the Peoria paper has
more than 100,000 circulation. Again,
perhaps there was a chance somebody would know her, or make an extensive effort
to find who she was.
The story was played well across the top of page. And the Associated Press liked the story well
enough to send it to other papers with my name on it.
The story appeared in the Jan. 10 Midwest edition of the
Chicago Tribune, in the Metro-East Journal in East St. Louis, and in seven or
eight other Illinois papers.
I got my hopes up again.
Perhaps Mary Doefour’s identity would be discovered.
But two days later all the response I was to get was on my
desk in the form of three letters.
One of the letters was from a woman in Southern
Illinois. In the envelope was a clipping
of the story that appeared in a Mount Vernon, IL newspaper. The lady said she thought the story was very
sad, and her uncle died in a mental institution.
That was no help.
The second letter was from a woman in Wisconsin. That letter contained a clip of the story
from the Tribune. The woman was
irritated because her copy of the paper was printed poorly and she could read
only half the story. She wanted another
copy.
That was no help.
The third letter was from a woman in Iowa. There was another Tribune clip in it. She said the story brought back memories of a
Mount Vernon, Iowa schoolteacher who got on a train about 1930 and was never
heard from again. The teacher’s names
was Alice Zaiser. The woman had an aunt
in the Clinton, Iowa area. Unfortunately, the aunt was dead.
The best thing to do seemed to be to buy some beer, go home
and watch television, and try to forget about Mary Doefour.
At the office about a week after I’d given up any hope in
finding who Mary Doefour was, I decided to pursue the story even though it did
not seem promising.
I reread the letter from Iowa and decided it could be
something. Then I spent the morning
re-examining everything I knew about Mary Doefour. And there wasn’t much that I hadn’t already
run into the ground.
So I telephoned the woman from Iowa who wrote the letter in
response to the article in the Tribune.
She said she didn’t know anything more than what she wrote, but was sure
someone in Mount Vernon, Iowa would be able to tell me about the case.
I called a secretary in a grade school in Mount Vernon and
asked if she knew anything about an elementary schoolteacher from that area
disappearing about 50 years ago. She
said she didn’t but she’d ask a few people and would call back if she found
anything. I didn’t expect to hear from
her again.
But I did. She
called back and said a few people had heard something about a teacher
disappearing back then. They said her
name was Alice Siezer, not Alice Zaiser.
She gave me the name of a man who she said might be able to help.
I called him, and he said the schoolteacher’s name wasn’t
Alice Siezer. It was Anna Myrle Sizer.
By the time I hung up the telephone, I was close to
certain I had just talked to Mary Doefour’s brother – a retired banker who had
not heard a word of his sister since she’d disappeared more than 50 years ago.
Tomorrow: The story of Anna Myrle Sizer
The Search
for Mary Doefour (Part II)
A Possible
Clue to Mystery Found in Iowa
By Rick
Baker
Peoria
Journal Star, Monday, Feb. 26, 1979
The secretary at the Mount Vernon Iowa grade school simply
said she thought Harry Sizer might be some relation to the schoolteacher who
had disappeared from Iowa more than 50 years ago.
Harry Sizer lives in Lisbon, a small town near Mount Vernon. The secretary gave me his number and I called
him from the Peoria office.
After spending several hours making futile phone calls and
explaining the Mary Doefour story about a dozen times to no avail, I didn’t
want to go through the explanation again.
When he answered the telephone I just said I was told he
might know something about an Alice Sizer – a schoolteacher who’d been missing
from the area about 50 years.
“Her name was Anna Sizer,” the man said. “Anna Myrle Sizer. Alice was her sister.”
“How do you know that?”
The man hesitated.
He wasn’t anxious to talk. “Anna
was my sister,” he said.
“Do you have any idea what happened to her?”
“Why do you want to know?” he asked.
“I’m a reporter from Illinois. A lady died down here recently and nobody knows
who she was. I’m trying to find out,” I
said.
“It’s not my sister,” he said.
“How do you know?”
“Nobody’s heard from my sister for more than 50 years. My parents died waiting to hear from
her. My brothers died,” he said.
“Nobody heard from this lady either,” I explained. “Do you have any idea what happened to your
sister?”
“She got off a train in Marion, Iowa,” he said. “Somebody saw her get off. That was the fall of 1926. And we haven’t heard a word of her since.”
“Did anybody look for her?”
“Of course,” the man said.
“We hired detectives. The state
had its detectives. We looked for
years. As far as California. But we never found anything. Nothing.
Ever.”
“What grade did your sister teach?”
“It’s been 50 years.
I can’t remember,” he said.
“Could it have been first grade?”
“I can’t remember,” he said. “What was the name of the woman who died down
there?”
“I don’t know.
Nobody knows. That’s what I’m
trying to find out,” I said. “Was there
any chance at all your sister could have run away?”
“None,” the man said.
“Our family was very close.”
“No chance at all?”
“None,” the man said.
By now, it appears there’s a chance this man is Mary
Doefour’s brother – a good chance, I think.
How many elementary schoolteachers simply disappeared about 50 years
ago?
“Some things fit,” I said.
“The woman who died down here could be your sister.”
“Are you sure?” he said softly.
“No, I’m not. I’m
not sure at all. But there’s a chance
this is your sister.”
“What happened to the woman who died down there?” he asked.
I can’t tell him over the telephone. It might be his sister. I can’t tell him she was raped, beaten,
thrown in an insane asylum, kept so doped up she couldn’t think straight and
eventually given a pauper’s funeral by the State of Illinois.
“Do you have a picture of your sister?”
“Yes,” he said.
“I’d like to have it,” I said. “If I can show it to a woman who knew the
woman who died down here, we’ll be able to tell if it was your sister.”
“It’s been 50 years,” he said. “She wouldn’t look the same.”
“Yeah. But it’s all
I’ve got to go on. This could be your
sister.”
“I don’t know,” he said.
“It’s been 50 years. We all
thought she was murdered. Maybe it would
be best to forget about it.”
“I don’t want to bother you. But I need the picture. This could be your sister. Her remains haven’t been buried yet. Maybe we could get this thing straightened
out.”
“I’ll think about sending you the picture,” he said.
“You don’t have to send it.
I’ll come to Iowa and get it,” I said.
By now, I’m all but sure I’m talking to Mary Doefour’s brother. Maybe I’m grasping a straw, but I feel
positive.
After 11 months, I think I’ve discovered the identity of
Mary Doefour.
I tell the newspaper’s managing editor that, and he OK’s a
trip to Iowa to prove it. I tell my
state editor that I’m almost sure I’ve found Mary Doefour’s identity. And he OK’s the trip to Iowa.
I’ve got the backing.
The paper’s willing to spend the time and money on it. And if I’m wrong I’ll look like a real jerk.
But I’m sure I’m right.
I’m sure I’ll come back from Iowa with a photograph of Mary Doefour and
the story of her life before it turned into a nightmare.
Tomorrow: What I found in Iowa
The Search
for Mary Doefour (Part III)
By Rick
Baker
Peoria
Journal Star, Tuesday, Feb. 27, 1979
Mount Vernon, Iowa – Situated among the rolling hills of
Eastern Iowa, there’s a college called Cornell – a private institution
affiliated with the United Methodist Church.
It’s an attractive college of classic brick buildings
tucked on and between the hills of Mount Vernon. And in the early 1920’s, a pretty young woman
who strolled along the walks between the buildings stood to graduate at the top
of her class.
Her name was Anna Myrle Sizer – known to her family and
friends as just Myrle. While she was
among the top students at the school, she was from a poor, hard-working family
trying to make it through some tough times.
Going to private colleges cost money. But Cornell was the college Myrle chose and
she was willing to pay her way through.
After three years at Cornell, with a short stint at the
University of Colorado, Myrle quit school to become an elementary
schoolteacher.
She didn’t want to quit.
But she didn’t have the money to continue at Cornell. She planned to save enough money from her
teaching salary to soon return to the college and finish her education.
“If she had finished at Cornell, she probably would have
been Phi Beta Kappa,” her younger brother, Harold, said recently.
But something happened to Myrle. Before she saved enough money to quit
teaching and return to college, Myrle Sizer disappeared. That happened during the fall of 1926, as far
as her brother could remember.
The Library in which Myrle Sizer used to study contains
microfilm of Mount Vernon’s weekly newspaper, which was called The Mount Vernon
Hawkeye Record and Lisbon Herald in 1926.
And I was hoping if I sat in that library long enough, and
stared at enough feet of microfilm, I would eventually come across something
about Myrle Sizer in the paper.
With no more specific data than “the fall of 1926,” I began
looking at issues beginning in August of that year.
Stories about the missing teacher from Iowa could help
prove or disprove my theory that a woman who died an anonymous death after 50
years in state institutions and the Iowa teacher were the same woman.
It’s Saturday, Jan. 27, 1979 – more than 52 years since
Myrle Sizer last appeared on the campus at Cornell.
From the first of August, I read every article on the front
page of each edition, hoping an editor long ago would have had enough news
sense to put the story on page one.
Two hours after reading the first headline, I find it. Finally.
The story reports how Anna Myrle Sizer had been missing
since Nov. 5, a Friday. The last time
she was definitely seen was that afternoon.
A friend saw her getting off a train in Marion, a suburb of Cedar
Rapids.
She was also believed to have been seen the following
Wednesday, wandering in a kind of a daze along U.S. 30 about 75 miles east of
Cedar Rapids. U.S. 30 is the main
highway between Cedar Rapids and Chicago.
State records indicated Mary Doefour was found wandering in
a kind of a daze somewhere south of Chicago.
The news report in the local paper said Miss Sizer’s eyes
were blue, and hair was light brown.
When Mary Doefour was found, she had light brown hair that later turned
silver. Her eyes were blue.
The news account in the local paper is scattered. Information is broken and incomplete. The story doesn’t even contain her age, where
she taught or what she taught.
The story is made up of comments like, “The fact she is of
a very high character has made her disappearance a mystery.”
About five days after she disappeared, a motorcycle
policeman thought he saw her wandering along U.S. 30. The policeman said she appeared to be in a
kind of a daze, but didn’t think much about it until he heard about the missing
schoolteacher.
The policeman gave Miss Sizer’s parents the description of
the woman he’d seen walking, and the fact she’d been wearing a green, plaid
coat. Mr. and Mrs. W.R. Sizer said the
woman was probably their daughter.
Search parties were organized. Hundreds of volunteers looked for weeks.
A woman who ran a boarding house in Cedar Rapids told
police that on Nov. 6, a man came to her house looking for a room, saying he
needed it for a young lady who was sick.
The woman who ran the boarding house said she didn’t have any room and
the man drove off with a lady in his car.
Two weeks later, there’s another front page story about
Myrle Sizer in the Mount Vernon Newspaper.
It tells how a formal organization has been formed to
spearhead the search for her. The
purpose of the group is to raise money to hire detectives and “carry on a
systematic hunt.”
Pledge cards are printed and a campaign for solicitation
will be made.
The next report in the Mount Vernon paper is in
mid-January. It says rumors that Miss
Sizer is now home are false. “There is
nothing else to report except this wildly false story.”
While detectives traveled as far as California looking for
the missing teacher, no trace of her was found during more than 50 years.
And the pretty young woman who stood to graduate Phi Beta
Kappa from Cornell College never returned to campus.
That apparently was the end of the Mount Vernon paper’s
interest in the case.
So I drove 20 miles to Cedar Rapids where a much larger
paper, The Gazette, is published. But I
got there on Sunday, and the newspaper was closed, and the building was empty
except for a security guard.
I explained Mary Doefour’s story and my situation to the
guard. He was fascinated, and quickly
agreed to call a list of newsroom employees until one of them agreed to come
down and help me wade through microfilm.
The first person the guard called – the paper’s weekend
editor, Chuck Fishwild – agreed to sacrifice some of his Sunday off to come to
the newsroom and give me access to the paper’s library.
I agreed to give Fishwild what information I had on Mary
Doefour after my paper printed her story.
The Cedar Rapids paper had followed the story closely, the
microfilm showed. In November of 1926,
the story of Anna Myrle Sizer – a respectable schoolteacher – being missing was
front page news for several days in a row.
And it has some solid information. Anna Myrle Sizer was 28 years old when she
disappeared on Nov. 5, 1926. She was a
second and third grade teacher in Maquoketa, Iowa, 40 miles northeast of Mount
Vernon.
She customarily traveled, via train, from Maquoketa to her
hometown of Mount Vernon every weekend.
She regularly withdrew $10 from her bank account each weekend for the
trip. And on Nov. 4, 1926, records
showed she withdrew $10
On Nov. 5, a friend of Miss Sizer saw the woman get off a
train at Marion, a northern suburb of Cedar Rapids. And as far as police knew, that’s the last
that she was ever definitely identified.
“She was not the kind of Girl to take a sudden notion to go
someplace,” her father quoted as saying in the paper. Possibilities of a love affair were quickly
discounted by police.
Miss Sizer had blue eyes and light brown hair. A massive search was organized on Nov. 7, two
days after the woman was reported missing.
On Nov. 10, the Cedar Rapids paper carried a report that a
middle-aged man was frantically searching for a room to rent in Cedar
Rapids. The man said he needed the room
for “a woman who has just had a nervous breakdown.” Police thought the woman could have been Miss
Sizer.
One of the women who turned down the man asking for a room
said she saw the woman who’d apparently had a nervous breakdown sitting in the
man’s car. She covered her face with her
hands, the woman said. The woman in the
car wore a black hat. Miss Sizer was
wearing a black hat when she disappeared.
“Her mother is nearly prostrated with grief,” the newspaper
said on Nov. 10.
Police said Miss Sizer had an extended “illness of some
kind” at the beginning of the school year and missed some of the semester as a
teacher. In the same edition as the
reported illness, police theorized “she may have become ill and is unable to
give her name and address.”
Then I got my first look at Anna Myrle Sizer.
A sad-eyed and pretty young woman looked out from the
microfilm of the 10th page of the 53 year old edition of The Cedar
Rapids Gazette. Above her photograph was
the blunt headline: Still Missing.
This photograph could be the key. If I could get a copy, take it back to
Illinois, and show it to those who knew Mary Doefour before she died, perhaps
the identities could be matched.
The photograph of Anna Myrle Sizer meant nothing to me,
because I’d never seen Mary Doefour. I’d
never heard of the old woman until I took her obituary almost a year ago. And the nursing home where she finally died
said there was no photograph of her.
All I knew about Mary Doefour’s face was that a social
worker who knew the woman said – that Mary Doefour apparently had been
attractive when she was found. But 50 years
in mental institutions erased that attractiveness.
“We don’t have any machines that will copy that picture,”
the weekend editor of the Cedar Rapids Gazette said. “And we don’t have a copy of that photo in
our files. We didn’t keep very good
files around here until recently.”
As uncomfortable as it might be, I was going to have to
approach Anna Myrle Sizer’s brother and get a photograph of the woman.
When I’d called him on the telephone a few days before
going to Iowa, Harold Sizer acted as if he wasn’t anxious to find out if the
woman who died in Illinois was his sister who had disappeared more than 50
years ago.
Harold Sizer’s hesitation seemed understandable. He and his family had tried several years to
find out what happened to Anna Myrle.
His mother and father and three brothers had died wondering what
happened to her. All that was left was
Harold and an older sister.
The family had hired private detectives to aid state detectives
in the search. And nothing substantial
was ever uncovered. The family
eventually assumed she had been murdered and nothing ever would be found.
“We’ve almost forgotten all about it,” the brother said.
But now, the brother was the only option left. I had to have a photograph.
Lisbon is a small town about 20 miles east of Cedar
Rapids. Harold Sizer recently retired as
president of the town’s bank. Anna Myrle
was nine years his senior.
And shortly after meeting Harold Sizer, I realize he has no
intention of giving me the photograph unless he’s made to believe there could
be a chance the woman who died in Illinois was in fact his sister.
He asked several questions about the woman who died in the
nursing home. And, eliminating a lot of
details about the shock treatments, overmedication and the conditions of
institutions in which she was kept, I told him what I knew.
He goes through his details. I go through my details. Mary Doefour’s birthdate was unknown. But she would have been about the same age as
Anna Myrle Sizer. Anna Myrle was a
schoolteacher. About all Mary Doefour
could remember was that she was a schoolteacher. Anna Myrle was last seen in a kind of daze
along a highway.
The highway Anna Myrle was seen walking beside was U.S.
Route 30 in Iowa. Mary Doefour was found
south of Chicago. Route 30 went to
Chicago. Anna Myrle had not been heard
of for more than 50 years. Mary Doefour
was in the custody of the state, an anonymous woman for more than 50 years.
“I don’t know,” Harold Sizer said. “This woman in Illinois would have been about
90 when she died. People in my family
don’t live that long.”
After all the comparisons, that’s all he can come up with
as evidence Mary Doefour was not his sister.
And that didn’t seem like much at all.
I thought I’d given him enough information to merit his
giving me a photograph. But if he chose
not to give it to me, there wasn’t much else I could do. He could have just about put a stop to the
search right there.
“I’ve got a heart condition,” he said. “This certainly isn’t doing that much good.”
“I’m sorry to have bothered you,” I said, and accepted the
fact he wasn’t going to give me the picture.
“My other sister and I have talked,” he said. “And we won’t accept that our sister may be
this woman. We simply won’t accept it.”
Then he reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a clear
photograph of Anna Myrle and handed it to me.
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Tomorrow: I show the picture to people who knew Mary Doefour.
The Search
for Mary Doefour (Part IV)
By Rick
Baker
Peoria
Journal Star, Wednesday, Feb 28, 1979
Hilda Heren is a nurse’s
aide at Queenwood East Nursing Home in Morton.
And she knew and cared for Mary Doefour the last several years of the
woman’s life.
I hand her the photograph of
Anna Myrle Sizer – the schoolteacher missing from Iowa for more than 50
years. And Mrs. Heren studies it
carefully.
“Yes,” Mrs. Heren says after
looking at the photograph for about a full minute. “This is Mary Doefour.” I’d bet anything on it.”
Mrs. Heren has been at the
nursing home since it opened and was at the home when Mary Doefour
arrived. She knew Mary Doefour longer
than anybody now at the home.
Diana Alvis is the head of
nurses at the home. She knew Mary
Doefour for a few years. And Mrs. Alvis
studies the picture and points out similarities between Anna Myrle Sizer and
Mary Doefour.
Among those similarities are
naturally wavy hair, a roundish face, slope shoulders, high cheekbones and a
wideish nose.
On the photograph of Anna
Myrle Sizer, a vaccination scar is evident on the left bicep.
Did Mary Doefour have a
vaccination scare there?”
Mrs. Alvis looks at the
photograph. “Yes. She had a scar like that in the same place.”
A secretary at the nursing
home says “We ought to compare that photograph to the one we have of Mary.”
What?
When I tried to get a
photograph of Mary Doefour 11 months ago, the nursing home said there was no
photo. When I tried again a couple of
weeks ago, I was again told there was no photograph.
The secretary goes to her
desk and brings back a photograph of Mary Doefour. The hair is strikingly similar, even after 50
years. Other features look like they
could match.
While age has taken a lot
from Mary Doefour and the roundness of her cheeks has disappeared because her
left teeth have been pulled, the two photographs look like they very well could
be the same woman.
Holding the photographs side
by side, it appeared there was a possibility one of the pictures could have
been printed backward by mistake.
In the photograph of Anna
Myrle Sizer the left eye appears to be open wider than the right. And in the photograph of Mary Doefour, the
opposite is true.
But apparently both photos
were printed properly. A corsage was on
Anna Myrle Sizer’s left side, as is proper.
The lapels of the men’s suits in the background of the Anna Myrle Sizer
photograph were buttoned properly. And
buttons of Mary Doefour’s dress were on the proper position.
Diana Stroud worked at
Queenwood East Home when Mary Doefour was there. Mrs. Stroud knew Mary well and said she became
convinced that Mary Doefour should have never been institutionalized.
“Her only problem was
amnesia. I’m sure of that. A little counseling would have probably
brought her out of it. Instead, she was
treated as if she were insane.” Mrs.
Stroud said when I did the first story on Mary Doefour about a year ago.
Since the original story,
Mrs. Stroud has left Queenwood. She now
works at the Galena Park Nursing Home, Peoria.
I took the photographs to her.
She studied them for a while and said, “Congratulations. I’m satisfied these photographs are of the
same woman.”
What about the records kept
by the state, then? The birthdate would
have been wrong. The date she was found
would have to be wrong.
“They’re wrong, then,” Mrs.
Stroud said. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
Holding up the photograph of
Anna Myrle Sizer, Mrs. Stroud said, “If I were you, I’d feel secure in saying
this is Mary Doefour. Everything looks
the same. Their backgrounds sound the
same. I’m satisfied it’s her . . . .
. for sure.”
By now, I’m almost certain
I’ve found Mary Doefour’s identity.
I rush back to the newsroom
and tell the managing editor people who knew Mary Doefour have said she is the
same woman as Anna Myrle Sizer.
And now I’ve got a
photograph of Mary Doefour for comparison.
I’m elated. I think I’ve done
it. Maybe we can get this damned thing
straightened out before her remains are buried.
The managing editors looks
at the two photographs and shakes his head.
“That’s some story,” he says.
“Yeah,” I said. I think it’s her. I really think it’s her.
“I know,” the managing
editor said, and handed the photographs back.
“You’ve thought it was her for a couple of weeks.
“Now all you have to do is
prove it.”
(I thought that’s what I
just did. I thought that’s what I’ve
been running all over the Midwest doing for the last two weeks.)
“There are other
possibilities,” the managing editor said.
“I don’t want somebody coming back and asking why we didn’t check all
the angles.” So I drive to Chicago.
Professor Charles Warren is
an anthropologist and an expert in identifying skeletal remains. A professor at the University of Illinois’
Chicago Circle Campus, he’s currently busy trying to identify remains found
beneath the home of accused mass murderer John Gacy.
After getting Warren’s name
from another university anthropologist, and the anthropologist’s claim that
Warren was the best bet for matching the photographs taken more than 50 years
apart, I called Warren.
And he agreed to study the
photographs of Anna Myrle Sizer and Mary Doefour.
He said he wasn’t optimistic
about his chances of definitely matching the photographs. He could prove or disprove the two
photographs were the same person only if he had an X-ray of Mary Doefour’s
skull.
Warren used a method of
identification that has been accepted as proof in court. He puts a skull X-ray over a photograph of a
person the skull is believed to have belonged to.
Skulls are kind of like
fingerprints – no two are alike. If the
skull fits exactly into the features on the photograph, identification is
definite.
But I had no X-ray of Mary
Doefour’s skull that could be put over the photograph of Anna Myrle Sizer’s
photograph. And there was no chance of
getting one. Mary Doefour had been
cremated 11 months ago.
Still, Warren agree to look
at the photographs. “Even without seeing
them, I can tell you I don’t think I’ll be much help,” he said.
It seemed worth a try.
I hurriedly hand him the
photographs. He doesn’t look at them
right away. He puts the papers already
on his desk in neat little stacks. When
he does pick up the pictures, he holds them together, upside down and looks at
them.
“Eh, excuse me. But you’re looking at those pictures upside
down,” I tell Warren.
Warren turns to me, peers
over his glasses, and says “I know.”
Features in faces are easier
to compare when they’re studied while upside down, he says. When one looks at a photograph rightside up,
one sees a person with a personality.
Upside down, one just sees a bunch of facial regions.
After looking at the
photographs upside down for a while, Warren turns them rightside up and studies
them. He studies the photographs about
five minutes. Then he takes his glasses
off and says, “I can’t be sure. I’m an
expert in bones.”
Using photographs of other
dead people and X-rays of pieces of skulls, he shows me how he could prove it
with an X-ray. But that seems
futile. We don’t have an X-ray and can’t
get one. Mary Doefour’s skull is ashes.
Accustomed to testifying in
court as an expert witness, Warren is hesitant to make any statements he’s
unsure of. He doesn’t even want to make comparisons
of the photographs.
“How about the chins? The younger woman has a cleft chin. It looks like the older woman might have a
cleft chin,” I say.
“Oh Yes,” Warren says
without even looking at the pictures again.
“Both women have prominent mental processes of the mandible. She’s wrinkling her chin in the later
photograph to hide the fact she’s missing her teeth.”
A prominent mental process
of the mandible means “cleft chin.”
All right. That’s one more piece of the puzzle.
Thus far, here’s what we
know: Both have naturally curly
hair. Both have blue eyes. Both have cleft chins. Both have high cheekbones. Both have similar wideish noses. Both have vaccination scars in approximately
the same places.
Both have similarly sloped
shoulders. Both were taller than
average. Both were elementary school
teachers. Both had not been heard of by their
families for more than 50 years. Both
were intelligent women.
Anna Myrle Sizer was
believed last seen wandering in a daze along a highway in Iowa in the fall of
1926. Mary Doefour was found wandering
in a daze along a highway in northern Illinois about the same time.
Both would have been about
80 when Mary Doefour died last March.
Two women who knew her last
said both are the same woman.
Maybe I’ve got enough. Maybe I’ve got all I’m going to get. I go to the managing editor again and rehash
all the information.
The managing editor nods his
head understandingly, then says “You’ve got to pin it down. I don’t want a story saying this might be
her.”
Tomorrow: I go to the Manteno State Hospital
The Search
for Mary Doefour (Part V)
By Rick
Baker
Peoria
Journal Star, Thursday, March 1, 1979
Manteno – “I can tell you this much,” the assistant
superintendent of Manteno State Hospital said.
“This woman didn’t lead much of a life after 1926.”
Yeah. That’s
becoming obvious.
About 30 miles south of Chicago, the mental hospital at
Manteno is a sprawling bunch of red brick geometry which makes up a virtual city
that appears all but abandoned.
More than 50,000 people have been institutionalized here
during the last half century. Mary
Doefour spent 10 years here. When she
was here, this place had a population of about 9,000. It now has less than 900.
And nobody remembers Mary Doefour here. She was just one more face. One more Mary Doe. There have been 19 Mary Does at Manteno. They either couldn’t remember who they were
or decided not to let anyone know.
So they were named Mary Doe. And following their names, a number was
attached so people at the institutions could tell which Mary Doe was which.
That seems kind of stupid.
There are plenty of female names floating around. Why not give them all different first names,
rather than attach numbers to them. It
would give them each an identity and make record keeping easier.
“That’s a good questions.”
John Steinmetz, the assistant superintendent said. “The medical librarian named them. For a very long time, our medical librarian
was a woman named Mary. She apparently
liker her first name, and gave it to everyone who couldn’t remember their own.
“Our Medical Librarian now is named Nadine. Pretty soon, we may have a bund of Nadine
Doe’s running around.”
Since the institution opened there have been 12 Jane Does. 50 John Joes’, one Charlie Doe, one George
Doe, one Sarah Doe, and one Wendell Doe.
And it seems nobody can remember one Doe from another.
There used to be a photograph of Mary Doefour in a file
here. And I thought if I could compare
the photograph of Anna Myrle Sizer to Mary Doefour as a young woman, I could
get some very solid evidence the two were the same woman.
The photograph of Mary Doefour has been burned. She left that institution in the early
1940’s. She transferred to
Bartonville. And files at Manteno are
kept for 10 years, then burned.
The only evidence of Mary Doefour ever being here is a
small index card with little information on it.
And some of that information is obviously wrong.
Mary Doefour was probably known as Mary Doe by a different
number while at Manteno. A secretary
said Manteno records indicate Mary Doefour was a black woman. The Mary Doefour who died in Morton was
white.
A woman known as Mary Doefive at Manteno appears to have
some of the same information on her card as the woman who died in Morton had in
her files. Mary Doefive’s card indicates
she was born in 1907 and was from Missouri.
That information was also in Mary Doefour’s records when she died.
It appears there were so many Mary Doe’s at the
institution, the information could have easily been stuck in the wrong
file. Mary Doefive was obviously not the
woman who died in Morton. She was
released in the custody of the state in 1941, records show.
Mary Lamply has been working at Manteno almost 40 years as
a nurse. I show her the picture of Anna
Myrle Sizer, and she doesn’t recognize it.
“That was a long time ago,” she said.
“Back then, there was one staff member for every 155 patients.”
Two other employees who were at the institution when Mary
Doefour was there don’t recognize the photographs of either Anna Myrle Sizer of
Mary Doefour.
Nothing’s working.
Nobody recognizes the women. The
records appear jumbled. The photograph
has been burned.
“If it’s any comfort to you,” Steinmetz says, “the records
that exist from back then have no credibility whatsoever.”
Something’s been nagging me about this story lately. It’s the date state records have her as being
found – 1932. Yet she disappeared in
1926.
“She couldn’t have been here since 1926,” Steinmetz
says. “This place didn’t exist in
1926. It wasn’t here until 1932. She was probably transferred here from
someplace.”
He calls the records office to see if a woman who couldn’t
remember her name was transferred from a mental hospital in Kankakee. Yes.
One was transferred from a mental hospital at Kankakee. But that’s all the card shows. It doesn’t indicate how long she was at
Kankakee.
If Kankakee records indicate she was found about that time
she was missing from Iowa, it could be another piece of evidence.
The Superintendent of the Kankakee institution isn’t
in. The secretary says he won’t be in
for the rest of the day.
I explain my situation to the secretary and hope she’ll
find the story interesting enough to look up the date the woman was admitted to
Kankakee.
“I can’t do that,” she says. “It’s illegal to give out information like
that unless you have the person’s permission.”
“Yeah. But I can’t
get her permission. She’s been dead for
11 months,” I explain.
“Then you’ll have to get a court order,” she says.
“Listen, I’ll just give you this date here. It’s November 5, 1926. You take a little peak at that card and just
tell me if this lady was brought here about that time,” I say.
“I can’t give out any information like that,” she says.
“But you’re not giving me any information,” I say. “I’m giving you information. All you’d be doing is verifying it.”
“Why are you trying to find who this woman was? Did she leave a bunch of money or something?”
the secretary asks.
This is maddening.
Tomorrow back to Iowa
The Search
for Mary Doefour (Part VI)
By Rick
Baker
Peoria
Journal Star, Friday, March 2, 1979
Lisbon, Iowa – It’s Feb 7.
This morning I drove to Iowa for the second time in 10 days thinking I
could well seal the identity of Mary Doefour and she could be properly buried –
that after 50 years of anonymity in state institutions, something would finally
be done.
I had information that I thought could convince the missing
schoolteacher’s brother that the woman who died in a Morton nursing home last
year was in fact his sister. If he was
convinced of that, we would sue the state of Illinois for further information.
Two weeks before, the brother had said he simply wouldn’t
accept Mary Doefour and Anna Myrle Sizer were the same woman. He said that acceptance would be too painful
and that he couldn’t believe his sister was in Illinois institutions for
decades without his family knowing.
But since I’d talked to him last I’d gathered a lot more
information – stuff that I thought may well make him accept his sister was Mary
Doefour.
I’d carried a photograph of Anna Myrle Sizer, taken in the
mid 1920’s, to two women who knew Mary Doefour well before she died. And the two women said Anna Myrle Sizer
appeared to be Mary Doefour.
Everything seemed to fit.
Naturally wavy hair. Blue
eyes. Cleft chin. Same nose.
Full Face. Anna Myrle Sizer was
an elementary schoolteacher. About all
Mary Doefour could remember about her life was that she was an elementary
schoolteacher.
Anna Myrle Sizer was reportedly last seen wandering in a
kind of daze along U.S. Route 30 in eastern Iowa. Mary Doefour was found wandering in kind of a
daze near Chicago about the same time Anna Myrle disappeared. US. Route 30 goes to Chicago.
Both had vaccination scars on the lower left bicep. Both were intelligent and articulate.
And if we could get records now being kept in the George A.
Zeller Mental Health Center in Peoria, perhaps we could get more information to
link the two. But mental health records
are private.
One wanting to examine mental health records needs the
consent of the person the records are about.
And Mary Doefour was dead. But a
judge could allow a relative of the person’s to see the records.
For the relative to see the records, he’d have to sue the
state government. And the newspaper was
prepared to help Anna Myrle Sizer’s brother do just that.”
Richard Ney is a reporter for the Peoria Journal Star. Ney is also a licensed attorney. And he said he would gladly represent Harold
Sizer for no charge. Sizer wouldn’t even
have to appear in court.
All Harold Sizer would have to do would be sign a form
appointing Ney as his attorney. Then Ney
would go to court and attempt to convince a judge to turn over the records to
Anna Myrle Sizer’s brother. Ney said he
thought chances of a judge agreeing to do that were good.
But this morning, Harold Sizer said the information I had
didn’t convince him Mary Doefour was Anna Myrle. He said he didn’t see any similarity between
a photograph of Anna Myrle and Mary Doefour.
And he said he didn’t want it pursued any further. He would not sign the retainer agreement.
He’d accepted the fact that his young, pretty sister was
abducted and murdered more than 50 years ago.
He’d learned to live with that acceptance. “This is just rubbing salt in the wounds,” he
said.
“I don’t want anything more to do with it. I want the picture of my sister back,” he
said.
Instead of helping a family, as was the intent of this
whole thing, I was instead irritating a family.
My information was obviously traumatic for Anna Myrle Sizer’s
brother. He’d said from the beginning he
didn’t want any part of the search – that he would rather let old wounds stay
closed.
But I insisted on opening them. I had telephoned him several times. I appeared at his door unexpectedly. Each contact was obviously painful for him.
And I wasn’t going to push it any more. Instead of bringing relief, I brought
pain. Instead of helping the situation,
I was apparently hurting it.
All the angles had been covered. Everything that could be done had been
done. Almost a year of on and off
searching had been, for all practical purposes, an exercise in futility.
While I remained near certain Mary Doefour was in fact the
young schoolteacher who disappeared from Iowa more than 50 years ago, I couldn’t
prove it.
The search was over.
The case was closed. The managing
editor said he didn’t want a story that said “this might be her.” But that’s what he got.
