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Listener discretion is advised. How does this sort of lore of Claire Phillips begin?

Alberta's beating and death, as the paper said at the time,

it looked like Alberta had been mauled by a tiger.

And I think the newspapers picked up on that.

They always like to have a catchphrase

for any murderer to kind of give it depth and breath.

And I think this is what they did with the term tiger woman.

Alberta Meadows was lying in the Los Angeles County morgue for almost 24 hours before she was identified,

just one of several Jane Doe's.

Alberta's father, Fred Tremaine, stared down at her body and wept.

He nodded to the coroner. This was his daughter.

Alberta loved to laugh, to play piano and sing for her grandparents in their modest home.

She never went to dances, and she rarely socialized. She worked a lot just to pay her bills after Jesse's death. It was so difficult to see her like that now, lying on that table.

Fred Tremaine was miserable and then furious.

An assistant wiped the blood from Alberta's face.

He draped her body with a white sheet.

She was covered with black welts from the hammer.

Her dark hair was matted with blood.

When she was photographed, you could see her breasts.

It was such a humiliating ending see her breasts.

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