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and West Indies with the to¬ so-called from the^jasmine per¬
bacco monopoly and the profits fume he used. Now he was a
of the mint was the medium of god, who could make a woman
speculation. wealthy with a wink.
Law announced his master The collapse of a wild bull
stroke in August, 1719. The market is always hard to explain.
Company of the Indies, popu¬ Reason had little to do with it,
larly known as the Mississippi because the point of unreason
Company, agreed to assume the had long been passed, in Law’s
entire national debtl This France as in Hoover’s America.
amounted to about one billion There had never been any
six hundred million francs, in reason to think Law’s shares
notes held by bankers and annu¬ were worth 4,000 francs, yet the
ities. Government annuities, public had bid them up to
assuring a regular yearly income 20,000. So there was no apparent
during the lifetime of the in¬ reason why they should stop at
vestor, were a favorite form of 20 instead of going on to 25. But
provision against the future. stop they did.
In Paris the mad dance con¬ Something in the air fright¬
tinued yet a while. By December ened a few of the big bulls. They
the shares had reached their all- started to cash in on their gains.
time high. Three hundred thou¬ They bought estates worth
sand foreigners, from all over thirty or forty million francs
the world, were living in Paris apiece. But they noticed, in the
and off the market. Stories of midst of their ostentation, that
sudden wealth had multiplied. prices were surprisingly high.
There was the barber who was Once started, the rush to sell
so rich that he served a whole gained momentum until in a
ox, four calves, and six sheep at week the market had broken to
each meal. There was the 15,000, and then it plunged
laborer, an overnight million¬ dizzily down. The holders of
aire, who ordered a coach from banknotes stormed the banks, in
the finest carriage-maker. Asked Paris and the branch bank cities,
if he wished a coat of arms em¬ asking for gold and silver.
blazoned on it, he selected the Law had become a French
royal arms. When he appeared subject and a Catholic, and was
in the street he was arrested. now Comptroller-General of
Displaying the royal arms was a Finance. He issued a decree that
hanging offense. silver would not be legal tender
As for Law, now 50 years old, for payment of amounts over 100
he’d never enjoyed such success francs, or gold over 300 francs.
with the ladies in his sprightliest This forced the use of paper
years. Then he had been merely money for big payments. No one
the handsome “Jessamy John,” could buy anything with it, be-
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than he’d know anyone else who the cop’s motorcycle and make a
wore sweat shirts. getaway.
“Nice color,” remarked Slat¬ He also had a fondness for
tery approvingly. “How much taxicabs. After a New York fight
does she sell for?” with Maxie Rosenbloom, he
“$5200,” snorted the salesman hopped in a cab, rode 300 miles
stalking in the opposite direc¬ to his training camp in the
tion. Adirondacks.
Slattery, highly indignant at It was in the Adirondacks, in¬
such treatment, yelled for an¬ cidentally, that the scene was
other salesman, pulled a roll of laid for the burlesque queen
bills out of his pocket, paid spot episode. Although it has been
cash. vigorously denied by his friends,
“I didn’t like the way the guy legend has it that Slats was
acted,” he said afterwards when much enamoured with this par¬
a friend pointed out he had just ticular doll. One evening some¬
bought a new car. only two where between the dining and
months ago. wining stages, the doll vanished
The faster a car travelled, tire leaving the suitor with nothing
better it suited Slattery. He was to do but to go around pound¬
in those years the nemesis of the ing on practically every door in
traffic cops and telephone poles. the hotel roaring, “Where’s
If a motorcycle cop stopped him Helen! I want Helen!” He was
for speeding, Slats, in hilarious brought to order only when the
mood, would frequently steal assistant manager knocked him
out with the aid of
a club.
Slattery had a
happy faculty for ut¬
terly vanishing from
the face of the earth.
When he went to
New York with Red
Carr, his manager,
attend the Shar-
key-Maloney fight, he
stepped out of his
hotel for a few mo¬
ments “to buy a straw
hat.” He blithely re¬
turned three days
after the fight. Carr
in the meantime had
sent out a missing
HEAVYWEIGHT HAS-BEEN
four days. The fifth day before he bought cars, women, and
the bout he was riding on top liquor with, left on tables for
of taxicabs down the Great waiters, gave to taxi cab drivers,
White Way. Even at that he passed out to moochers. For Slat¬
managed to stay fairly even with tery was a fall guy for every sob
the coming heavyweight champ story ever poured out over a
until a haymaker came his way glass of beer. He never turned a
in the ninth round. moocher down. Two-bits, two
With about the same amount bucks, two hundred—it was okey-
of actual training, he took his
second crack at the light-heavy
crown in 1927 against Tommy
Loughran. His legs were doing
a jittery Charleston at the finish
but he managed to go 15 rounds
to lose the decision. A few news¬
paper writers said he won. If he
had it would have been an
outstanding talking point for
prompt repeal of the 18th
amendment, immediate estab¬
lishment of night clubs as train¬
ing camps with comely wenches
as sparring partners.
Slattery’s fights with Slapsie
Maxie Rosenbloom were unique
contests between two playboys
of the western world. Tommy
Manville should have refereed
those fights. All three fights
went the limit with both boys¬
heading for the water bottle at doke with him. What the hell,
the bell. Slattery took the first Jack? Easy come, easy go. That
two bouts. Either he had been was the way he looked at it. In a
to fewer places or he had career of 126 fights he earned
Maxie’s number. It was a and flung away $438,000.
triumph for Brooklyn beer, In the careless days when he
however, when Rosie finally was riding high, he had a legion
beat Slats for the N.B.A. light of leeches on his heels. Nothing
heavy title in 1930. was too good for them. They
Slattery never bothered to fig¬ drove Jimmy’s cars, drank Jim¬
ure out just what all that paper my’s liquor, had a hell of a time.
stuff was that passed through his On one occasion a delegation of
fingers. It was something that 28 home-town pals dropped into
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T he prosperity - forecasting;
racket is resting comfort¬
Joe simply had to have a $100
option on $300,000 worth of
ably in the national ashcan one Florida beach-front swamp. In
level lower than Professor Fish¬ 1928 he had to have a $100
er’s permanent plateau of chick¬ superhooperdyne radio and in
en-filled pots and Engineer 1929 he had to have a $100
Hoover’s phantom garagesi equity in the community crap
stuffed with illusory sedans. But game at the corner of Broad
a fellow was telling me only the: and Wall. Well, this smartie ac-
other day that the next great: quaintance of mine who knows
money glut and spending spree: all about trends and spirals and
will engulf the country as a re¬ cycles insists that Joe will shoot
sult of the introduction of al the hundred again on a tele-
hundred-buck commodity thatt vision set and then we shall all
Joe Populace simply can’t afford1 be as happy as kings, God for¬
to be without. bid.
In 1924, you will remember,, There are a few slight ob-
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ond wife, whose name is un¬
known.1 Ptolemy XIII was
called Ptolemy the Piper be¬
cause he would sit around
playing the flute for hours at
a time. The Egyptians drove
him out of the country, but
of course he came back.2 He
died in 51 B. C., leaving
Egypt to Cleopatra and her
younger brother, Ptolemy
XIV.
Unfortunately, Cleopatra
and her brother could not
get along, and she was some¬
how unable to make friends
with the right politicians.3
She was put off her half of
the throne, shut out of the
palace, and forced to flee to Syria and Cleopatra returned to see
to save her life. Cleopatra was him about things.4 One evening
twenty-one years old at this time she had herself carried into his
and very unhappy. She felt that presence in a roll of bedding
she was not getting anywhere. and she spent the rest of the
Then Julius Caesar, greatest night telling him about her trip
of the Romans, arrived in Egypt to Syria. So Caesar put her back
Egypt
BARGES IN / Drawings by William Steig
had plenty of fun. They would Well, we mustn’t blame her too
disguise themselves at night and much. She was only trying to get
run through the streets knocking along. Cleopatra wished to come
at doors and breaking windows to terms with Octavian, but he
and that sort of thing. And once couldn’t see it. He was a nasty
when they were fishing, Cleo¬ little fellow with liver trouble
patra had a salt fish tied to and woollen underclothes. So she
Antony’s hook under water.8 In called it a day. She was thirty-
his spare time Antony would try eight.
to conquer Asia* so as to rule the Cleopatra has been much en¬
world, but that is easier said vied for her sinful career, as told
than done.9 After eight or ten in song and story. Well, histo¬
years he grew fatter and drunker rians say there is no proof that
and Cleopatra thought maybe it she ever held hands with any
had all been a big mistake. man except skinny old Caesar
Finally the Romans got tired and Mark, the plump playboy.
of these goings-on, and Octavian If you still believe her life was
defeated Antony at Actium. And one long orgy of amorous de¬
Cleopatra hastened Antony’s end light, that is your privilege, but
by betraying him to the enemy. you’re probably wrong.10
ling to bet they pulled chairs
other. They were like thot
put his right elbow on his
and if she takes a lover she has The researches of Marius did
only one worry and that is not not get him very much in the
to be caught with it. Because way of concrete proof, but there
that would be bad business, and seemed to be plenty of evidence
thus she would automatically in the nature of the circumstan¬
become immoral. tial that bore out his suspicions.
There was a guy by the name Marianne, for example, showed
of Marius—yes, mamma, that a surprising familiarity with cer¬
man’s here again—and he had a tain details of the business that
wife by the name of Marianne. he was certain she did not get
After they had been married a from him. And then there was
few years the affairs of Marius— the matter of a handkerchief
1 mean the commercial affairs— that he found among his own,
took a turn for the better and he when they were returned from
moved from Marseilles to Paris, the laundry. It was not his
where there was greater scope handkerchief. In fact, it had a
for the enlargement of his estab¬ “G” on it, and he had seen his
lishment. This took a great deal partner, Guy, in possession of
of money and necessitated the similar ones. Of course, that was
taking in of a partner who had not final. Any man, on an ordi¬
the money, which Marius needed nary, harmless visit, can forget a
so vitally for the proper conduct handkerchief. And Guy some¬
of his trade. times called in the evening, or
With the advent of the partner came to dinner. On such occa¬
the plot sickens. It’s something sions Marianne took extra care
like getting a boarder in your with her appearance, or so it
home. Marianne was young and seemed to Marius.
good looking, with that southern Other happenings occurred
freshness that the Marseillaise that convinced Marius that he
are famous for; a little plump, was right, so he dropped his in¬
to be sure, but that only added vestigations, for he did not wish
to her charm. And the partner, .to be too right. “That which is
Guy, had plenty of money. legally unknown to one,” he told
Time rolled along and Marius himself, “does not trouble one.”
began to suspect things, but he And after awhile the affair of
had no proof. In fact, he really the platinum and ruby ring
was not too anxious to get proof, came along. It happened a few
because he needed his partner’s days before Marianne’s birthday,
investment in the business. But which had always been a great
he was curious, nevertheless, occasion in the family. They
and while he did not want to were walking on the Rue de la
discover too much, yet he was Paix, and the ring was in the
willing to find out a little and window of a jeweler’s. It was
improvise the rest. the only ring in the window, and
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pay her his usual visit in the was certain to go straight to the
absence of Marius, and make heart of her husband.
confrontation of her with the “That is sure,” said Marius,
very same ruby and platinum looking up from the Paris Soir
ring. Or, at any rate, it looked for a moment.
the same. “In this wicked climate,” went
“Happy day of fete to you,” on Marianne, “one actually
said Guy. “I have here a small needs a coat of fur for the
present. . . he showed her the health, is it not?” Marius nod¬
ring. ded and continued to read about
Marianne, a woman with great how the French would never
presence of mind, did not give consider paying those money-
the works away. She kissed him mad Americans one sou of the
tenderly. He put the ring on her war debt.
finger and she held off her hand “I observed today a coat of
to look at it lovingly. great beauty,” said Marianne
“Do you like it?” he asked. tentatively. “It was composed of
“I make adoring of it,” she the mink. I am certain it was
answered. “You are more than well warm.”
amiable. I am well content.” “No doubt,” said Marius. “Yet
Thus does history repeat it¬ a coat of the mink—”
self, and if Marianne was well “Naturally,” she put in hastily,
content twice in the same place, “it is held at great value.” She
it is hardly to be wondered at. sighed, and looked far away,
The business turned out very wistfully. “Yet, where the health
conveniently for her for, since of she whom one loves is con¬
the rings were identical, it did cerned, the matter of francs forty
not matter much which one of thousand is not always consid¬
the men saw her with a plat¬ ered. Do I err?”
inum and ruby ring on her He assured her she did not
finger, so one of the bands stayed err. Also that he did not have
on her finger and the other was forty thousand francs, though he
carefully placed in a compart¬ desired nothing more on this
ment below the regular compart¬ earth than that she should con¬
ment in her jewel case. tinue healthy and well warm.
Then came the autumn, and This went on mildly for some
it was an early and cold one and time, with Marianne getting no¬
Marianne’s thoughts turned to where and being well aware of
a fur coat. She mentioned the it.
matter rather delicately to Later she had an idea. After'
Marius. all, she had two identical rings.
“It makes cold early this One was enough. She could dis¬
year,” she said, shivering in a pose of one of them—she knew
delicious fashion that she knew a little place—and surely she
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would get forty thousand francs
for it, with which she could buy
herself a fur coat composed of
the mink. She would say it was
a present from her father. So she
went to this place with her rings
and placed them both in the
hands of old Legendre, who
bought jewelry if he could get it
at a price.
She named her price, knowing
what they were worth. “I will
accept forty thousand francs for
one of them—you may have
your choice.”
He looked them over rather
carefully through his magnify¬
ing glass. “I will be pleased to
give you forty thousand francs
for this piece—” he always called
them pieces, no matter what that she did not know which
they were— “and for this one—” one of them was the species of a
he indicated the one in his left pig. The rings, to her eyes, were
hand, “I will be very generous absolutely identical, and she did
to the extent of one hundred not know which one had given
francs.” her the genuine, which the
She stared at him in astonish¬ spurious.
ment. “What is it that it is that She gathered up her rings,
you mean, monsieur?” stuffed them into her bag, and
He explained to her that the left the shop in agitation. “Ah,
ring in his right hand was gen¬ the species of the species of a
uine. The ring in his left hand camel!” she said to herself
was not of the genuine. He softly.
shrugged his shoulders. “A fan- Her husband or her lover-
taisie, perhaps. Well made, of one of them had been false to
course, but distinctly of the her! She would take steps to dis¬
spurious.” cover at once which one of them
The truth sank in on Mari¬ it was. Filled with a righteous
anne. One of her rings was a indignation against both of
fake! Her cry of anguish filled them, since she did not know
the arondissement. “Ah, the which one of them had done this
species of a pig! The name of to her, she went home, whisper¬
the species of a pig!” ing to herself in rage, “Ah, the
Suddenly it occurred to her species of a cow, to serve a duti-
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gives you 8 as the second digit.
The process is simply repeated
for the sixth and seventh heats
and that brings the last or third
digit of “the number.” If you’re
which they would pay no more
than 300 to 1 because they were
hit too frequently. The runners
went on strike, literally, and re¬
fused to write any more num¬
exceptionally lucky it may even bers because the public was too
E turn up as 6. sore about it. The bank recon¬
The kind of gamblers who sidered, at that outburst, but it
t play percentages, gentlemen who still maintains a small list on
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of the time and comfort of the lucky him and suggested a more comfortable
rich aboard the liner. place to sleep. Our friend was covered
Mr. Bert Green, the cartoonist-hu¬ from head to foot with soot, snow and
morist, also has a new telephone num¬ remorse.
ber, luckily for the clients of Mr. Bert Nearby was a plant of the ubiqui¬
Green, the tailor, who used to be his tous Messrs. DuPont, to which the
neighbor. Customers of the tailor were watchman escorted the sodden traveler.
forever calling the cartoonist to discuss While the Samaritan was away seeking
tiresome details about garments and some coffee, the errant groomsman
deliveries. The cartoonist wound up spied a boiler which he believed might
all such conversations with an invita¬ contain hot water. Thinking to thaw
tion to come right around to the shop out his hands he turned the tap and
and accept, without charge, a camel’s- cupped his palms under the spout.
hair topcoat as a slight token of the The water, unfortunately, was boiling
owner’s esteem and affection. and scalded him unmercifully.
After undergoing some minor re¬
W edding Party pairs, the best man rounded up a taxi¬
A contributor of ours was scheduled cab and started back to New York,
to be best man at a wedding last where he arrived at 7:30 in the morn¬
month in Montclair, New Jersey. His ing in somewhat less than tip-top con-
wife was not on speaking terms with
the bridegroom and refused to accom¬ His wife, disbelieving his story about
pany him on his errand. In a spirit of the locomotive ride, insists that he
malice, or something, she loaded her went off on a debauch with the wicked
husband with fourteen cocktails before bridegroom. The bridegroom isn't
he set out in silk hat and jumping suit speaking to him either. His hands are
to assist at the last rites. healing up nicely.
Arrived at the Erie Railroad terminal
in Jersey City, the groomsman ascended Ticket Fixer
a staircase and discovered that the A publisher’s salesman, Mr. Claude
train on which he was expected to Williams, was so eager to extend lit¬
arrive at Montclair was pointed right eracy to the city of Boston that he was
at him, engine foremost. Overcome guilty of speeding to keep an appoint¬
with great lassitude, he calculated that ment. A motorcycle cop gave him a
it would save him a great many steps ticket which Mr. Williams showed to a
if he merely climbed aboard the cow¬ bookselling Bostonian.
catcher for the short run to the sub¬ Like all voters, the good bookman
urbs, so he accordingly made himself professed to have political influence
comfortable on the front stoop of the and promised to “take care of” the
locomotive, which almost immediately ticket. The salesman was advised, after
huffed and puffed out of the station. some fancy wire-pulling had gone on
Riding through uninteresting rail¬ behind the scenes, to appear in court
road yards and tunnels, the best man, at the appointed time.
taking a firm hold on his mount, shut Mr. Williams obeyed instructions
his eyes with the idea of taking a short and showed up in police court. His
nap while otherwise unoccupied. name was called along with a batch of
Several hours later a kindly watch¬ thirty others and he stepped up to the
man at the end of the line wakened bar of justice. The clerk announced
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that the whole line-up was charged made an instant hit with tavern pa¬
with violation of Ordinance So-and-So, trons because one two-bit bottle was
whereupon the magistrate delivered a enough to set them to singing Sweet
twenty-minute lecture on personal Adeline.
cleanliness, civic pride, and seemly con¬ Accompanying all re-orders from the
duct, none of it making much sense to town, however, were urgent requests
Mr. Williams. At the end of the ha¬ for a change of name. That “Cappy”
rangue the judge fined the defendants in the present title, the saloonkeepers
$2 each and told them to go and sin protested, was a wide-open invitation
to insert a rolling, resonant, ribald “r."
On the way out Mr. Williams asked
one of his fellow criminals what they Lavender and Old Ladies
were guilty of. Sixty-five-year-old dames are a little
"Spitting in the subway,” was the bit out of our line ordinarily, but
reply. lately we have tripped over a couple
Mr. Williams is thankful for his of them who get around and have ad¬
friend’s intercession with the law but ventures.
he can’t get over the inner conviction Dowager Number One is a spa-ad¬
that he himself is a bit of a dirty slob. dict who goes to Evian and Nauheim
and White Sulphur every season and
College Cut Quips has come to know a great many of the
The army officer who customarily other pilgrims on the great hydraulic
fixes us up with football tickets has highway to longevity. One of these, a
been telling us about an extra-curric¬ straight-backed old beau with walrus
ular business deal an old sidekick whiskers, chased her around for months
talked him into. with the constantly-repeated question:
The sidekick, a veteran applejack "Where have I known you before?”
distiller from the Jersey cyclone belt, Lacking anything more exciting to
conceived the smart idea of combining do the old lady made a game out of
applejack with ale and marketing it refusing to name the time and circum¬
as apple ale, which he represented to stances of their previous meeting. A
De a potable beverage. sort of intimacy grew up between them
Our friend the army man sank a few and after a while the old boy per¬
grand in the scheme, which paid the mitted himself the liberty of accusing
cost of the necessary laboratory tinker¬ the mysterious lady, in an appro¬
ing with yeasts, enzymes, and esters, priately bantering manner, of having
and for certain experiments in bottling been the mistress of a Balkan king or
and labeling. the partner of a famous jewel thief.
The State liquor control boards of Finally, at a dinner party this season
New York, New Jersey, and Connecti¬ the old gentleman announced to the
cut ruled right off the bat that the assemblage: “I have known this charm¬
applejack content of the hybrid drink ing lady on my left in some earlier,
debarred it from classification as a happier period of my life, but she, the
brewed beverage, but the State of heartless jade, refuses to tell me where
Pennsylvania gave the boys a break or when. I now publicly demand that
and granted them a brewery license she break down and reveal all."
and a cheap tax franchise. Whereupon the little old lady, in
As a compliment to his pal—a cap¬ cooing tones that verged on baby-talk,
tain—the active partner affixed the replied: “It was twenty-five years ago,
designation "Cappy Apple Ale” to the my dear, on the Titanic. You climbed
product, thereby setting a mark for over me to get the last seat in a life¬
ime-coiners to shoot at for years to boat. I can excuse your not remember¬
ime. A sample batch was shipped to ing me; there was so much confusion.
college town near the brewery and I should probably not have remem-
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bered you had you not left me four normally assumed by a taxicab pas¬
broken ribs as a memento." senger.
Our other old granny is a classical Bystanders profess to have heard
scholar who has always been tremen¬ him say to the driver:
dously interested in the city of Rome. “How much do I owe you, Mac?
In college she wrote a highly senti¬ This is where I get out.”
mental and imaginative thesis about
the ancient city and its modern (1892)
aspects which was highly regarded by Vicious Circle
the Vassar faculty. At that time she Two busy business men got tired
had never been in Italy, but after of the endless cycle of conferences,
graduation she spent two years there budgets, drives, sales meetings, and
and saturated herself in Roman history form letters. Both of them had good
and atmosphere. mechanical sense and a little money,
After a lapse of forty-odd years she so they decided to retreat into the
returned to Rome this winter, eager country and set up a little guild-style
to inspect the ancient edifices restored handcraft shop that would keep their
under Mussolini's program of arousing minds and hands busy and bring them
national pride in the glories of the a little income.
past. Right off she went to a bookshop At Silvermine, in Fairfield County,
and asked for the newest guidebook Connecticut, they found an old Col¬
to the reconstructed city. onial house miles off the main road,
The clerk handed her one which he with a barn that could be fitted up as
represented as having come hot off the a workshop. They bought the place
press, a new edition of the standard and moved in.
guide to Rome. It was, of course, her The first few months were idyllic.
old college thesis, with her name, mis¬ They tinkered around perfecting r
spelled, on the title page. photographic gadget one of them had
The lady will now sell the entire been thinking about for years. They
Kingdom of Italy for a dollar and made real progress. Pretty soon they
twenty-five cents. needed a handy man, then an optician
and after a while a cabinet maker, all
on full time.
Short Cut Word got around after a while that
Those new taxicabs with the slide they had invented something pretty
away roofs will no doubt prove a great startling. A few friends asked if they
convenience to Mr. Clark Twelvetrees. couldn't chip in a few bucks to help
Mr. Twelvetrees, in. addition to the venture along. With fresh money
being the donor of the word Twelve- in their hands the inventors hired a
trees to the cinema through the agency few more people and rented a ware¬
of that Helen Twelvetrees who was house in the next town. A little later
momentarily his wife, is an expert, they exchanged this for a small factory
from the consumer viewpoint, on taxi¬ and started production on a small
cab roofs. scale.
One evening he was looking over Well, things went along like that for
the taxicab roof situation from the a year, until it became apparent that
window of his hotel room six floors the corporate set-up was too loose and
above Times Square when he lost his unwieldy. A company was formed and
balance and fell feet over frontispiece inevitably a couple of big industrialists
right down into Broadway. A taxicab wedged themselves into the board of
was parked conveniently at the curb. directors, including James H. Rand, Jr.
Mr. Twelvetrees went through the roof Now, two years after the inception
of it as if it had been so much fly¬ of the get-away-from-it-all project, the
paper and landed with a considerable two originators have a factory, a pay¬
jolt uninjured and in the position roll of sixty people, graphs, charts.
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conferences and headaches the same as Conspiracy in Central Park
in the old days. They’re looking
around for some quiet rustic retreat A bogus nobleman with striped
where they can make a fresh start in pants and a letch for notoriety steps
the handcraft racket. forward to get in the public hair as
a substitute for Prince Mike Romanoff,
Misunderstood Male lately retired to the obscurity of Holly-
Mr. William A. H. Birnie, a. staff The possessor of no money, no
essayist on The New York World- talent, and no social graces, he pro¬
Telegram, is the kind of youth who ceeded, logically, to hire a press agent
likes to keep his intellect in working to exploit these advantages and take
order by study and contemplation in his cut out of the proceeds.
such hours as he can steal away from For some reason that will never be
routine professional inquiries into made clear the press agent believed
torch murders, counterfeiting, free great prestige would accrue to Vis¬
verse, and other forms of depravity. count Basili if he were bound, beaten,
At Williams Colli Mi r. ,,, . . gagged, and left writhing in Central
a traveling scholarship entitling him Park. He induced a couple of friends
to two y ears of language study in Ger to join the plot and the expedition re¬
many. Returned to New York and paired to the shore of the park lake
plunged into the mad whirl of journal¬ and set about slugging and trussing
ism he found that he was losing his the client.
command of the German language. Midway in the proceedings a couple
Thinking only to keep his scholarly of cops happened along and broke up
tools in optimum condition he went the party, desisting only when the
to a language exchange center and publicity wizard broke down and con
told the manager he wanted to make lessed that the little drama was a hoax
an arrangement for periodical meetings designed to mislead the press and the
the object of which was to discuss art, police. After a little salutary kickiiw
literature, and philosophy in the and cuffing the cops let the sorry little
language of Schiller. band of conspirators disperse.
To demonstrate his good faith in the Foiled in his first attempt to storm
matter Mr. Birnie offered to buy an the front pages, the press agent, a
occasional meal for his vis-d-vis and to genuine never-say-die guy, tried the
provide warm, comfortable quarters same damned thing over again a few
for the proposed seances. nights later. But this time, to elude the
The manager of the joint professed snoopy cops, he picked a remote spot
to be willing to assist the bright-eyed in the park and gave the Viscount such
boy reporter and referred to a card a severe drubbing as to render him
index. The pastmasters of German he more unconscious than usual.
recommended were, respectively, a Rosy-fingered dawn rising over Cen¬
watchmaker, a tailor, and a saddler, all tral Park found the noble stooge cov¬
sixty years old or better. Mr. Birnie ered with frost and chagrin, lying on
nodded absently as he heard the the hard, cold ground and suffering
specifications. the preliminary pangs of chilblains
Finally he said, “What I had in and influenza.
mind, just tentatively, was a serious- The press agent still has the rope,
minded young, uh, girl. Somebody I and the Viscount, still yearning to hit
could chum around with, as you might Page One, will resume his writhing in
say, in German.’’ the park as soon as the sod begins to
So the manager threw him out.
n S
JOHN DOE...
Crosses the Styx
ixteen miles of un¬
known corpses. Down
the years since 1918 they
march in a macabre pa¬
rade, from bloodied
snows, from the deep
waters, from ashes of con¬
suming fires, passing un¬
identified until they troop
back into the shadows
where they belong for¬
knows. Fifteen thousand,
four hundred and sixty-
six of them, still and
stark, have passed through
New York’s morgues to
end anonymously in pau¬
pers’ graves. Prey of the
Big Four—Hunger, Dis¬
ease, Suicide, and Murder
—their fate holds no les¬
son for the recruits who
evermore. Dead men—and are getting ready to take
women—whom nobody their places.
Unwept, unhonored,
and unsung...
the unidentified dead
JOHN HOE CROSSES THE STYX
For the vagabond dead are all “morgue” has been supplanted
around us. They bob silently by the smoother “mortuary,”
against the slimy piles of the but no other attempt is made to
waterfront; they lie rigid, yet camouflage the harsh reality of
with an eerie magnetic quality, death. Within there is no dusk,
before gas stoves or under bridge no friendly shred of shadow to
abutments. They hang wry- lend protection against the curi¬
necked, as though bashful at ous. Life may be obscure, but
discovery; they sprawl, bullet- death is not. The mortuary walls
riddled, in ditches, or rest in are an uncompromising white,
rubbery pulp below a twenty- the lights revealing 500-watts,
story window. Even when they the cadavers rest on pans fitted
are found lashed with gangsters’ into drawers that slide into the
barbed-wire, or toasted in a wall, and this grisly filing cabi¬
flaming sedan there is something net is refrigerated to thirty
about the graceless unconcern of degrees above zero.
death which suggests that names If a body is not claimed al¬
are a matter of small concern. most immediately a check-up is
Numbers will do equally as well. made against the descriptions of
The cavalcade of corpses that all persons reported as missing
winds through any large me¬ to the Missing Persons Bureau;
tropolis is a ghostly procession personal belongings, if any, are
that makes but little disturbance examined for possible names,
as it tramps past. A salvaged addresses, and laundry marks.
body may rate two inches of Inquiry is launched in the neigh¬
description in the morning press borhood where the body was
—unless there is an inkling of discovered, fingerprints are com¬
crime passionel, when it bursts pared with the records at Police
flaming into headlines—then Headquarters, and additional
timid relatives and friends come publicity is obtained through
straggling in trying to make newspapers. Death masks are
identification. Many of the gelid made with a negative of rubber
forms are claimed, the chief re¬ composition, into which is
actions of the claimants being poured wax reinforced with
a profound sense of horror or gauze, and when separated the
pyrotechnical hysterics. But latter becomes the positive, or
13.61% of New York’s flotsam real, mask. These reproductions,
dead lie nakedly upon the mor¬ together with three-quarter view
tuary shelves, all passion spent, photographs, often are of value
all blemishes exposed, requiring in getting information from
an attention which they never those who shrink from inspect¬
knew in life. No one ever claims ing the body itself. The masked
them. features are always placid, for,
The ripe old fashioned word detective mysteries to the con-
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that he was what many people drawn from their gelid tomb,
believed him to be—John Wilkes shrouded-and coffined, then
Booth, the assassin of Abra¬ loaded on a squat black boat
ham Lincoln. The question of that proceeds, flag at half mast,
whether Booth escaped the up the East River to where that
troops who hunted him in Vir¬ noisome stream loses itself in
ginia, and that another man was Long Island Sound. Here lies
killed to satisfy public opinion, the flat ugliness of Hart Island,
has been the subject of contro¬ which supports a corrective in¬
versy since 1865. George-Booth stitution and the city burial
was embalmed to a rocklike ground that inevitably is known
hardness and kept standing up as Potter’s Field.
behind the door of a furniture Every coffin is branded with
warehouse run by the Enid un¬ its lot, plot, and casket number
dertaker, until the body was against the last slim chance that
taken on a tour of the south and the vagrant will be claimed
west. Millions of people have somewhere down the years, and
gazed in wonder at this man of the cost of the interment is
mystery. The mummy has never twelve dollars. That is what the
been officially identified as police charge for the rare cases
Booth, and there is reason to of exhumation, and figure that
believe there was no such person everything is even. The graves
as “David E. George,” as not a are ready, the coffins are strung
soul ever made inquiries for a out in readiness, and as they are
man of that name. Perhaps ret¬ tumbled in there is always a
ribution is playing out the last Catholic priest on hand to inter¬
hand for this enigma who is cede for all and sundry. The
fated to be stared at, joked words are whisked away into the
about, never to be laid to rest. wind, and then comes the loneli¬
But the ordinary dead in New est sound in the world, a shovel¬
York rate their last, and perhaps ful of earth on a wooden box.
only, share of dignity. When Hollow as life must have been
their thirty days of mortuary ex¬ to the unidentified.
hibition is over, they are with¬ And that is all.
By ROBERT BALDWIN
57
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There have always been two your beginner is out like a light.
classes of drunks, the plain and Doctors Howard Haggard and
the acute. The plain drunk will Leon Greenberg, of Yale, found
muddle through somehow or recently that the length of time
other but for your acute drunk it takes you to get those three
there is no salvation—unless he sheets to the wind depends
wants it. If he’s a liar and a largely on the amount of sugar
coward to boot, you’re wasting (a regular sponge to alcohol) in
time trying to reform him. It your blood at the time of im¬
takes a brave, honest man to bibing. The more sugar, the less
kick over the jug and, chances drunk and vice versa.
are, if a man is possessed of So it wasn’t a question of men
these two qualities, he’ll never being men in the Old Days, any
become a rum-pot. more than it is today. It was
The reason some of you can rather a question of how much
drink more than others is as sugar each hearty had in his
simple as Simon. First, liquor, blood. Perhaps, in the past, the
like drugs, reacts differently on blood of man was more sugary
each person, so that one man’s but that is none of this chat’s
pinnacle is another man’s pit. business.
It depends on how quickly the The great Russian Professor
different body cells burn up the Ivan Pavlov, one of the most
alcohol as it travels, via the brilliant scientists in history, an¬
blood stream, to the brain. All nounced at the Fifteenth Inter¬
the unburned alcohol accumu¬ national Physiological Congress
lates on the brain, the quantity in 1935 that a series of experi¬
determining the stages of your ments he had just completed led
spree. him to believe drunkenness could
An habitual drinker’s body be eliminated from the life of
cells, being accustomed to the man. I am ignorant of the de¬
task, are apt to convert most of tails of this theory but during
the alcohol into body fuel, thus his distinguished career, the
requiring, maybe a quart of Nobel Prize winner made many
spirits, before sufficient alcohol statements which, at the time,
has been transported to the seemed equally as fantastic. He
brain to render the gentleman proved virtually all of them.
blotto. On the other hand, a Professor Pavlov is dead. What
beginner’s body cells, unaccus¬ has happened to his plan for
tomed as they are to generous wiping out drunks, I do not
swigging, are less absorbent, and know. Unless something even¬
the blood stream, going slightly tually comes of the great doctor’s
haywire, sops up the alcohol, plan, chances are, bacchanalia,
slaps it on the brain and before like Ole Man River, will keep
he realizes what has happened, on rolling along.
FANCIER
Charley was such a well-
behaved little sadist by LEN ZINBERG
63
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bright, but the teachers liked would always be very sorry about
him because he was so quiet and it. A packing case would fall and
good looking. There was quite a hit somebody, or machinery
mystery around the neighbor¬ might suddenly start while a
hood. Several little boys had man was cleaning it, or Charley
been badly beaten up at various would forget to yell “Look out
times. A kid would be walking below!” when he was sending
home from school, when sud¬ things down a chute. He worked
denly a big tall kid would rush on a farm for a few weeks, but
out and drag the little kid be¬ the farmer caught him killing
hind a fence or into the woods, some baby chicks and he damn
and beat him till he bled. As near killed Charley with an axe
soon as he started bleeding, the handle before he threw him out.
tall kid stopped beating him and At times Charley thought that
ran away. None of the kids could he ought to see a doctor about
describe their attacker, it all it. Once he did go to a clinic
happened so quickly and they but when the nurse asked him
were so frightened, except that what he wanted, he mumbled
they all said he was a big tall something about having a pain
boy. During the five years he in his stomach but it was gone
was at school, all the boys now, and he rushed out. An¬
talked about the attacks; even other time he was drinking in
that big tall quiet kid, Charley, a speakeasy and he found out
talked about it a lot. that the fellow next to him was
When he was seventeen he got a med student. He started to tell
a job in a metal factory and he him about it, but the student
worked there for three years till laughed and told him he was
he accidentally speeded up the drunk.
belt and the worker next to him Prohibition was repealed and
lost three fingers. Charley was Charley got himself a job in a
very sorry about it. In fact he liquor place. At first he merely
visited the fellow daily, to see filled bottles, but he was such a
how the hand was coming along, quiet, efficient worker that he
and he made a great fuss over rose to the blending department
the crippled hand and told the and thirty bucks per week. He
fellow over and over how sorry got himself a nifty two room fur¬
he was about it all. The fellow’s nished apartment and his land¬
wife and the nurses thought that lady said he was simply the best
Charley was a fine boy, so quiet tenant she ever had. Never had
and sweet. any wild parties or girls in his
Charley bummed around for room, always so quiet and neat
a few years after that. He held a as a pin. She often said that you
lot of jobs, but something would could tell that Charley was a
always happen and Charley good man because he was so
PET FANCIER
By BOB CONSIDINE
him with their enormous leisure, care. After all, the tennis com¬
their tennis ability, their bored mittee at the club gave him a
manner while signing all their nice cot in a kind of attic dormi¬
bills, and their easy talk about tory, to sleep on. And at the
playing in the next and bigger Tournament Dance, on Tues¬
tournament. day, they arranged for a couple
He met his first tournament of pretty country-club girls to
scout, at that event. Nice sort of dance with him. What more did
man. The man didn’t speak to a guy want?
the kid until the third round, The kid took an awful beat¬
when the kid knocked off the ing in the third round of the
second seeded player in straight tournament, from a veteran
sets. Then he was suddenly very bum. The bloke, who was 32,
friendly. Asked the kid, “How and fighting like a drowning rat
would you like to play in our to stay in the swim (because
tournament next week? I’m once his legs, and the tennis
down here to invite some of the committee, finally failed him
boys (he named off a group of he’d have to go on WPA) beat
the kid’s heroes) and we’d like our kid by never letting him get
you to come along too.” set for a shot. The kid was dis¬
The kid bit his lip and said graced. He couldn’t get his shots
he couldn’t; that he was darn working, hit the ball all over the
near broke. That seemed to place, and once he stumbled—
amuse the scout very much, for which brought a laugh from the
the man clapped him on the clubhouse porch that seared him
back, and said, “Leave every¬ to the kernel of his soul. He
thing to me!” And the kid, felt dreadful about the licking
after dropping a short tri¬ until he had had a shower and
umphant note home, went to began to think of that big free
the tournament. It was pretty dinner, and that “Tennis Com¬
darn nice. People seemed to like mittee” signature on the bill.
him, all of a sudden. And, say, Boy, it was some meal! He
he could walk right in the oak- ordered everything. But when
paneled dining room of the club the waiter, whose care-lined face
and order any dam thing he indicated that he had served
wanted! Just signed his name, generations of tennis bums,
and “Tennis Committee” after brought around the check he
it. He felt a little suspicious of didn’t bring the pencil. He told
the power of his signature for the kid, in a voice that made
the first couple meals. But after even the kid believe he had
that he got the swing of it. done it before, that the kid
The other competing bums would have to pay for the meal.
resented him, and didn’t mind Seems that complimentary eating
showing it. But the kid didn’t stops, once a fellow has been
TOURNAMENT TRAMP
By PETER FINNEY
acking from the obliging Mr. was realized. For, at the moment,
Figg. Unlike most of his imme¬ Broughton was in the thick of
diate successors, Figg’s cast-iron a brawl in London’s Horseshoe
fists were guided by an agile Alley.
mind, and when they struck Stepping free of a half dozen
home it was like the gentle battered, prostrate bodies, Jack
touch of a 10-ton pile driver. He brushed his claret jacket, his
was tricky. Half of his opponents plum-colored waistcoat, care¬
wore themselves out climbing fully adjusted his green satin
back into the ring after Figg had cravat. He glanced irritably at
hurled them out. a tear in his silk stocking and no¬
Even after Ned Sutton, a ticed a silver buckle was missing
leathery pipe maker from from his knee breeches. As he
Gravesend, had laid the Figg turned to search for it, the Duke
low, and went battling on to his touched his arm.
doom, the Old Master opened a “Don’t bother,” said the Duke,
school of boxing and turned out introducing himself, “come with
a steady stream of pugilists me.”
whose smashing exploits went That meeting was the begin¬
proudly, or at least indelibly, ning of England’s big-time box-
down in British history. ing.
Men, for example, like John A short time later, after
Broughton, who markedly re¬ Broughton had brilliantly
sembled the handsome Sir Wal¬ smashed his way through a lost
ter Scott. Broughton was big, list of noted pugs, the Duke be¬
rangy. He dressed like a swell, came Jack’s silent partner in the
fought with Dempsey’s drive, building of an amphitheatre
Tunney’s caginess, Schmeling’s that dwarfed Figg’s booth.
stamina. In the ring or out of No mean showman himself,
it, Jack Broughton fought be¬ Broughton staged at his amphi¬
cause he loved it, and the fact theatre everything from battles
that he made an enormous for¬ royal to duels with battle axes.
tune was due largely to the Duke So widespread was his reputa¬
of Amberland. tion as a fighter that he found
It was the custom of sporty it extremely difficult to rustle up
noblemen in those days to “dis¬ opponents. When the huge
cover” a fighter, cart him about crowds, who poured nightly into
like a fighting cock, matching the hall, grew bored with the
him at will with some other lord¬ ordinary cards, Broughton would
ship’s slugger. The Duke of Am¬ climb into the ring with four or
berland had long dreamed of five reckless wights who soon
unearthing another Figg, and woidd be sprawled around the
the moment he laid eyes on stage like so much wreckage.
Broughton, he knew that dream It was a poor night that $1,500
GORY GLORY 79
failed to hit the till, and as the employed to protect the upper
gate receipts, and Broughton’s crust by beating back the rabble
fists, grew mightier, the Duke, when they tended to crush for¬
completely beside himself with ward in a pitch of excitement.
pride, sat down and penned the During the day, Broughton
world’s first set of boxing rules. picked up a handsome income
Thus was prize fighting put by instructing the noblemen—
on a more dignified basis, at least after whom boxing was dubbed
for the spectators. The amphi¬ “the noble art”—on the ins and
theatre, a kind of walled off outs of fisticuffs.
courtyard with the stage, or ring, Broughton made his cards up
in the center, was outfitted with solely of lugs with a grudge
boxes, pits, and a gallery—but against each other. If William
no seats. For officials, “gentle¬ Willis and Thomas Smallwood
men” backers and One-Eyed got into an argument in a pub,
Connellys of the time, an 18- which they did, and finally
foot space at the ringside was parted company in a huff, you
roped off, and “whippers-off”, or can imagine Mr. Smallwood’s
surly blokes with lashes, were frame of mind next day when
he picks up the
Daily Advertiser
and reads:
“Whereas I,
William Wallis,
commonly known
as the ‘Fighting
Quaker’, and hav¬
ing fought Mr.
Smallwood about
twelvemonth since,
and was beaten by
an accidental fall:
and seeing Mr.
Smallwood now
flushed over beat¬
ing a vain Irish¬
man or two, and
some boys, thinks
himself unconquer¬
able, I will lick
him pegs, darts,
hard blows, falls,
and cross-but¬
tocks.”
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EDITOR'S NOTE:
le feelingly about t
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THE UNITED STATES OF FLATBUSH 85
salary of twenty-five
bucks a week. The
pios will be simon
pure pros. There will
be no Southern belles
to—
"Stop,” I said.
“You evoke a beau¬
tiful vision, but you
know darn well you
couldn’t crowd every¬
body into New York.”
"Ha,” said Bar-
glass, “let us get down
to figures. I was read¬
ing a survey of hous¬
ing the other day
which cited a popu¬
lation of 1,100 per¬
sons to the acre in a
certain Harlem block. The block two hundred. That’s how many
isn’t very comfortable, it’s true, people you could get into New
but how about the second most York at the Harlem rate. But
crowded block? It’s London Ter¬ say we wanted everybody to live
race. They run 950 persons to as comfortably as newlyweds in
the acre. Apartments there have London Terrace. The old town
it all over Hogwallow, Minn., could hold 187,788,400. Accord¬
and they have doormen dressed ing to the last census, there are
as London bobbies and a swim¬ only 122,775,046 people in the
ming pool and a Marine Ob¬ United States. We would have
servation Deck. And about two room left over. We could use
baths to every three rooms. All Brooklyn as a park.”
right, how many acres have you “But how would the city get
in New York City?” Barglass food?” I asked.
flipped the pages of the Almanac, “Well,” said Barglass,” lots of
pinned a statistic with his right dopes commute to their jobs
index figure, and crowed: “One now. Instead of living out in the
hundred and ninety-seven thou¬ country and commuting to town,
sand, six hundred and seventy- they could live like human
two acres. Multiply that by 1,100 beings and commute to the
and what do you get?” He had country. Fast airplane service
it all worked out. “Two hun¬ would bring the farm workers to
dred and seventeen million, four their jobs and back in time for
hundred thirty-nine thousand the overture at the Metropoli-
THE UNITED STATES OF FLATBUSH 87
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sprang to his horse and rode to¬ and mowed him down. Everyone
ward the boy. It was always sad was grateful, but Hardin, with a
when anybody advanced toward killer’s persecution complex now
John Wesley Hardin with a fully developed, figured Hickok
shooting iron in his hand. The would use this as an excuse to
Mexican never arrest him, so
knew what he “packed a
struck him. trunk” and rode
Other Mexicans furiously to Cot¬
in the outfit re¬ tonwood.
sented the affair, With the
and the shoot¬ twenty-second
ing became gen¬ notch on his
eral. It didn’t gun, Wes’paused
quiet down u"- at Cottonwood to
til Wes’ had figure things
killed four more. out, and fate in
These brought the form of a
the total notches murder came to
on his gun to his aid. A cow¬
twenty-one. He man named Bill
went to Abilene Coran had been
light after that—Abilene at its slain by a Mexican, and Wes’
wildest and wooliest, with Wild ran the killer down and shot
Bill Hickok the big boss. him dead—notch No. 23. This
Wes' viewed Wild Bill Hickok made him lots of friends among
with misgivings. Though still the cowboys, for Coran was pop¬
only a boy, Hardin was known ular; and Wes’ went back to
throughout Texas as a killer. It Abilene, and Hickok let him
was Hickok's job to stop that alone.
sort of thing. It is a favorite pas¬ Hardin was spending most of
time of old timers to speculate his time in gambling joints, sa¬
on what might have happened loons and bordellos. He was a
if Wes’ Hardin and Bill Hickok pushover for the scarlet ladies,
had ever come to a gunnery as who among the gunmen of
showdown. All things being that day wasn’t? At the gaming
equal, Hardin probably could tables he was not always a grace¬
have beaten Bill to the draw eas¬ ful loser. On occasion he woul.l
ily, for Bill never saw the day call the dealer a cheat and re¬
he was an artist with hardware fuse to pay his losses. You can
like Hardin. do that sort of thing when you
The boy was in Abilene only can shoot like Hardin could.
a short time when he tangled There was little peace in the
with one of the town’s bad men boy’s life. A thief attempted to
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him. One thing in his favor was That was notch No. 34. Wes’
the fact that the Reconstruction then decided that Sheriff Jack
administration in Texas towns Helms, who was in cahoots with
was not popular with the better the carpetbagging reconstruc¬
element of Texans, and they tionists, was not a fit person to
more or less favored Wes’ as breathe the clean Texas air, so
against the negro police and he passed some insulting com¬
damyankee soldiery. ment, and when the sheriff at¬
Severely wounded in a gun tempted to resent it Wes’ burned
battle that followed a quarrel him down—notch No. 35.
over a tenpin game, Wes’ was Always when the historians of
in bed one day when two po¬ those famous Texas gunfighters
licemen stumbled upon his hide¬ talk about John Wesley Hardin’s
out. From the bed he killed one death list they speak of his
and wounded the other. He de¬ “forty notches,” but these thirty-
cided then that the best thing to five—and one more—are the
do was surrender, so he sent only specific ones. It is more
word to an officer whom he than likely that the young man,
trusted—Sheriff Dick Reagan. who was not yet twenty-one
Reagan took him to jail at Aus¬ when he slew Sheriff Helms,
tin. When his wounds were sounded taps with his six-guns
healed, he was returned to Gon¬ over at least half a dozen others
zales, and there he was permitted whom neither he nor his biog¬
by friendly officials to escape. raphers catalogued. He rode into
He celebrated the event at a sa¬ many a fracas with Indians.
loon that night by killing a fel¬ That meant shooting; and shoot¬
low named Morgan who had ing, done by Wes’ Hardin, meant
made some derogatory remarks. dead men.
However his first
thirty-nine slayings
are counted, deputy
sheriff Charles Webb
of Brown County is
invariably listed as
Notch No. 40 on the
deadliest gun that
fanned a smoke-
filled Texas saloon.
Wes’ had gone to
the races at Comanche
that day, and had won
$3,000. It was May 26,
1874; Hardin’s twenty-
first birthday—the day
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0
The mosquito fleet
puts out to battle
By ARCH WHITEHOUSE
97
BANTAMWEIGHT BATTLESHIPS
the Mole under heavy fire and the harbor first and succeeded in
the Marines charged on to the breaking the defense net. Then
breakwater. she stood off the fire from the
During all this time, the shore batteries while the Intre¬
coastal motor boats were racing pid and the Iphigenia were
up and down in front of the moved into the mouth of the
breakwater, mowing down the canal. The C.M.B. Snotties were
German defenders as fast as they all over the harbor by this time
could load their guns. Men like a school of mosquitos. They
scrambling up the gangways got everyone off the Thetis and
from the Vindictive were shot then carried on. C.M.B. No. 282,
down or blown off by heavy con¬ commanded by a young Snottie
cussion. The Snotties of the named Percy Dean, crawled out
C.M.B.’s maneuvered their frail of the harbor under a terrific fire
craft in and out and rescued with nearly one hundred sur¬
wounded Marines by the dozens. vivors aboard.
While all this was going on, The Daffodil clung to the
another Snottie was fighting to Mole wall and then backed away
et the two old submarines un- to ram her snub nose against the
er the viaduct. There was a old Vindictive to keep her into
terrific explosion that for a few position so that the Marines on
minutes halted all action on the the Mole wall could return
Mole. The Submarine C-3, safely.
handled by young Sandford, had The Iris, the other Mersey
been guided under the viaduct steamer (actually a ferryboat),
and left in an unmovable posi¬ was held up a short distance
tion. They lit their fuses and from the Mole and tried to get
leaped into the dinghy and got in closer under heavy fire. It
clear. A C.M.B. picked them up seems that her smoke-screen ap¬
and ran them into the clear, be¬ paratus was out of order and she
fore the big noise went off. The came in for the bulk of the
other submarine suffered hard heavy firing from the shore. But
luck, snapping her tow rope be¬ another C.M.B. came to the
fore she was in a position to rescue and stayed with the Iris,
move under her own power and covering her with a smoke
had to be left. C-3 however had screen until she could be towed
done the trick completely. into the clear. Once the Iris was
With the first acts of this mad in flames but somehow they got
drama complete, all Keys had the fire out and staggered out to
to do now was to get his old join the fleet outside the harbor
cruisers into position in the and limp home.
walled sides of the Bruges canal To the end the Snotties and
which emptied into Zeebrugge their C.M.B.’s stayed and har¬
harbor. The Thetis went into assed the enemy. The action
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LOVE?
By
CARLTON
BROWN
many of his crimes were com¬ generated into one of those li¬
centious assemblages renowned
mitted only in the minds of the
contemporary equivalent of our among the Romans: the most
discreet women could not resist
gossip columnists.
Let us start with those early the . . . fury that worked on
accounts of the candy incident them. It was thus that M. de
upon which latter-day biogra¬ Sade enjoyed of his sister-in-
law, with whom he eloped, to
phers of de Sade must have
drawn heavily in forming their shelter himself from the tor¬
ment he merits. Several people
estimates of the man. The first
are dead from the excesses to
to come to notice is from a vol¬
which they were abandoned in
ume whose title may be roughly
translated, “Secret Memoirs to their dreadful . . . and others
are still very incommoded.”
Serve in the History of the Re¬
A pretty picture, what? And
public of Letters in France, or
what had the Marquis done to
Journal of an Observer.” In an
inspire such rhetorical flights on
entry dated the 22nd of July,
1772, we find that (translating the part of the compiler of the
Secret Memoirs? Very little, in¬
still more roughly) :
“One writes from Marseille deed, and involving his sister-
that M. the count de Sade, who in-law in no way (that was an¬
made so much noise in 1768 by other scandal); but, O. Henry¬
the mad horrors to which he was like, I’ll hold that little in re¬
serve for the punch ending.
carried against a young girl,
under pretext of proving some Stick around and you’ll learn
topics, has just furnished this how not to write an article.
A man named Simeon-Prosper
town a spectacle at first sight
very pleasant, but dreadful in its Hardy kept a sort of diary, cov¬
consequences. He gave a ball, to ering the years 1764-1772, which
which he invited many people, he called “My Leisures, Journal
and in the dessert he had slid of Events Such as Came to my
little pastilles of chocolate, so Knowledge” (they went in for
excellent that quantities of folk high-flown titles in those days) ,
devoured of them. They were in and his account of de Sade’s so¬
abundance, and nobody lacked journ in Marseille reveals that
of them; but he had amalga¬ events must have come to his
mated into them some canthar- knowledge by some such faulty
ides flies. One knows the virtue medium as telepathy. Not men¬
of this medicament: it was tioning the cantharides bonbons
found so that all those who had at all, he has it that the Marquis
eaten of it, burning with an im¬ was condemned to be unglued,
modest ardor, were liberated to which is the genteel French way
all the excesses which carry the of saying “beheaded,” and cast
most amorous fury. The ball de¬ into the fire, for having poi-
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forgiven for letting his revolu¬ plices went together into a house
tionary zeal overbalance what¬ of public girls where they
ever factual material may have squandered the wine, the liquors
entered into the preparation of and the spasmodic pastilles: the
his screed. One cannot say as effect of these pastilles did not
much for Restif de La Bretonne, limit itself to laughs, lascivious
who had already published the dances, and disgusting symptoms
thinly disguised “The Pastimes of hysteria: one of these un¬
of ... de S ...” as the 284th happy ones, whom the exciting
of his “Nights of Paris.” De drug had put in the state of the
La Bretonne, himself the sub¬ bacchantes of antiquity, lanced
ject of much scandal-mongering, herself out of the window and
painted a scene similar to that wounded herself mortally, whilst
of the Secret Memoirs, except the others, half nude, liberated
that he transposed the ball to themselves to more infamous
the Parisian Faubourg Saint- prostitutions, in the view of the
Honore, and simply drenched it people coursing in front of the
with aphrodisiacal beverages. As house that resounded with cries
time went on, historians bathed and frenetic songs. ... Two girls
the incident in increasingly pur¬ died of the outcome of their im¬
ple tones. It became generally modest fury, or rather from the
accepted that two girls died the wounds that these unfortunates
next morning, and that de Sade were given in a frightful mel£e."
was imprisoned for six months Melee may be translated as
after being condemned to death. conflict or mixup, but it is evi¬
The pen of Paul Lacroix, writ¬ dent that the greatest mixup of
ing in the “Revue de Paris” in all took place in the mind of
1837, pushed the story to an all- M. Lacroix, who tossed off this
time high in luridness. Said he: bit of fantasy. The time has
“Here is the strange plan come to look at the record—not
which he conceived and exe¬ as it has appeared to the super¬
cuted: he rendered himself at charged fancy of a tinker’s dozen
Marseille in the course of the of historical tinkerers, but as it
month of June, accompanied by was set down at the time in
a trusted domestic whom he had the “pieces of procedure” in
set up to serve his most criminal the departmental archives of the
debauches: he had provided Bouches-du-Rhone. A second
himself with pastilles of choco¬ copy of these pieces of proce¬
late, in the composition of which dure, long thought destroyed,
entered a strong dose of candiar- was turned up recently by the
ides flies, that terrible and dan¬ French “Society of the Philo¬
gerous stimulant that produces sophical Novel.” They tell a sad
such dreadful disorders in the little story which, occupying nu¬
nervous system. The two accom¬ merous pages of repetitious testi-
FOR MEN ONLY
By GEORGES SURDEZ
sive—I suppose he had a little she had made up her mind al¬
mixture in his blood, because he ready that she would not be
was too brown of skin for just bored. And, even if it was risky,
tan. When I first knew him, he me and the rest felt a bit sad
was already over fifty, with gray when we saw that she had made
hair—but still quite handsorpe. her choice in five seconds.
Even without his enormous for¬ Joachim Linard was the lucky
tune, he would have been pop¬ fellow. And I don’t blame her
ular with the girls. altogether. He was tall and slim,
I heard he had been married with good teeth and the appear¬
once, that his wife had died. In ance of vitality and youth that
the first two,years I spent there, the boss was beginning to lose.
he had different girls at different He had been a cavalry officer,
times, some native girls from the had turned in his commission
region, others foreign dames after a gambling scapdal. He
from the ports, but each and was a fair painter, but his of¬
every one a beauty. Naturally, ficial job was a sort of captain
being a South American of of the guards—he commanded
mixed blood, we knew he would about forty guys armed with
be jealous, and that being carbines who were called out
caught making a pass at his cur¬ from time to time to do police
rent flame meant dismissal. work.
But when he was through, if The two of them, Linard and
the girl wished to make a second the girl, started flirting from
choice, it was all right. He the moment they met. Both of
would treat her as courteously, them were clever at it, you
as respectfully, as a duchess. know, little indirect compli¬
What with his money and the ments, glances exchanged. And
fact that thousands of natives it probably was not a fortnight
obeyed him, he acted like a before the inevitable happened.
king. Don Beltran liked to go on trips
Well, he went to France and of inspection. He would be gone
came back with a wife, a real, a week, at times. His wife went
legitimate wife. We—the Euro¬ with him on two or three occa¬
peans—no sooner saw her than sions. Then she was sick of the
we knew there would be trouble. novelty, of the camping, of the
Don Beltran had picked himself bugs, the flies.
a magnificent girl, blonde, small, We tried to warn Linard. We
dimpled, twenty years old at the told him every native servant in
most. She was no dummy, either, the house would know inside a
came from a fine provincial month. We warned him that the
family. But she had a smile, and boss, even if twenty-five years
she had eyes—and when we were older, could break him in two.
introduced, we could see that But he laughed: “You’re taking
TILL DEATH DO US PART
his wife’s quarters. Then I un¬ “You have heard what they
derstood: He ushered me into a wished?” he asked me.
little place, lined with books, in¬ “Perfectly, yes, Don Beltran.”
dicated a door: “Bedroom. Be He went to the door, opened
silent, please.” it. We saw a pretty picture, but
He pushed a metal lever con¬ the pair looked exceedingly
nected with an iron rod running foolish. I dare say that Linard,
beside the door, which shoved properly attired, would have
open a sort of transom up made a better showing. But he
above. That transom may have huddled to one side, hugging a
looked like ordinary dull glass, lace-trimmed pillow. The wom¬
but it was a reflector, and we an took the easiest way out, she
could see the bed in a mirror set pretended to faint—but con¬
in the door. A tricky arrange¬ trived to roll under the bed.
ment, a sort of gigantic peri¬ “Don’t be fearful,” the boss
scope. Even as tense as I was, I said. “I am not armed. And I
could hardly keep from smiling: shall hurt neither of you. I’m a
Don Beltran probably had not civilized man, despite what you
had this installed for the pur¬ believe. And, although aged, I
pose he was using it. understand youth. Hot blood,
Well, we could see the bed . . . impulse, foolishness. Come out
And wc could hear the con¬ of there, Antoinette!”
versation. Don Beltran motioned He walked quietly toward
me to a chair. He sat down him¬ them. He was so calm that they
self, after crushing out his cigar. lost their fear, even started to
And we watched and listened. smile. Both knew his generosity,
The boss was mentioned several his love for show. And they
times, not in a respectful fashion. thought he was playing a scene
“I’ve been planning a way of of magnanimous forgiveness.
getting out of here,” Linard “We’re not presentable,” Lin¬
said. “I want to have you—just ard said, bravely.
to myself—” “Never mind. I want to join
"I dream of it, darling,” she you myself—take her hand,
replied. “To have you at my Monsieur Linard., her left hand
side, always. Never to be sep¬ in your right hand. Thus—”
arated—’’ Don Beltran grasped their
"Not even for a minute—” linked hands in his big paw.
Don Beltran appeared to be “You shall never be separated
lost in thought. The only sign again—” He brought a strange,
of what he was going through clinking object from inside his
was the sweat, dripping and coat. There was a snap, an¬
dripping down his face. He rose other. “Not even for one min¬
and pulled down the lever, the ute.”
transom closed. Don Beltran had very neatly
TILL DEATH DO US PART *19
She shot through the temple— didn’t do it. Her hand had swol¬
her own temple. len. And no one dared help him
Don Beltran retrieved the —I learned too late.” Courtal
gun. laughed: “Know the saddest
thing? His spirit was so broken
Courtal drained his glass me¬ that he did not try to kill Don
chanically. He was full of rem¬ Beltran. He accepted a minor
iniscent horror. job in the forest, where he prob¬
"The boss had what he ably died crazy before very
wanted. It’s what followed that long.”
changed my life. Because I could After a pause, I tried to shake
not go on working for him olf the effect of his yarn.
after. I tried—but I wanted to “But you would not be hand¬
kill him.” cuffed to Madame Decala—”
“What did he do?” “Oh, if I was once married,
“Nothing, exactly nothing.” it would be all right—” Courtal
The Legionnaire rubbed his agreed. He sat there with seven
hands in a bewildered way: “I decorations on his chest, crosses
don’t see how—how a man can and medals won in the field:
be so hard. She was dead, and “But it’s the marriage ceremony
he would not give Linard the I couldn’t go through. You
key to the handcuffs. The poor know, about everlasting ties,
fellow was squatted there, be¬ eternal union, until death—I’d
side the corpse. Begging, beg¬ bolt right out of the church. You
ging. Don Beltran did not laugh can’t understand what those
or jeer. He said: ‘Together, for¬ words bring to my mind—you
ever.’ And walked out. So Lin¬ didn’t see them, day after day,
ard had to lift that body, carry month after month—” He shook
it around awkwardly—looking his head: “You’re very kind, and
for a knife—” the captain’s very kind. But it’s
“A knife?” ‘no’—I’ll transfer to Moroccol”
“What else? Just pulling Which he did.
A little colored water
to chase your ills away
which his stuff is sold, or in¬ the label and was dealt a severe
serted in the package. slap on the wrist by the Federal
Under these delightfully cock¬ government.
eyed conditions no drug adver¬ Without going back to the
tiser is under compulsion to era of medical grog, when 100-
come within a mile of the truth proof tonics in one-glass doses
about the pill or panacea he is were a popular guzzle for the
peddling and no purchaser of afflicted, it is enlightening to
drugs has any assurance, except race through a few sample in¬
that on the label, that the stuff stances of high-minded adultera¬
he buys wasn’t mixed in a coal tion from the recent files of the
scuttle by a few of the neigh¬ Department of Agriculture.
bors’ kids. File 26753 deals with a heal¬
The nearly complete lack of ing balm, H.P., shipped in inter¬
policing in the proprietary field state commerce from Wenatchee,
has had the effect of making Washington. Its circular, en¬
laxatives the great American closed, unfortunately for the
confection. The American cen¬ manufacturer, with the tin, de¬
ter of thought and emotion, as scribes it as a “high-powered
well as of gravity, is the colon. antiseptic. Harmless. Every ele¬
If the colon continues to take ment destructive to tissue has
abuse at its present rate it will been chemically neutralized. So
soon be reduced to a semi-colon. mild you can use it freely on
Twenty million dollars a year is baby’s skin. There is no injuri¬
spent by colon-conscious Amer¬ ous drug used in its manufacture
icans to exercise their hobby. that will deleteriously affect the
The high-water mark in pat¬ flesh. Possesses curative and ther¬
ent medicine humbuggery was apeutic qualities in cases of
registered by a woman manufac¬ sores and infections, proud flesh,
turer who invented and mar¬ gangrene, lead poisoning, gun¬
keted a remedy which she named shot wounds, barber’s itch, ery¬
with reckless candor Humbug sipelas, blood poisoning, ring¬
Oil. Her advertisements declared worm, sinus trouble and X-ray
that it would relieve diphtheria burns.”
in its most malignant form. Analysis in the Food and
There was nothing legally wrong Drug laboratory developed a few
with the statement; it was merely slight discrepancies in this torch
cruelly false as so many such song. In the first place the anti¬
claims are. She might even have septic was not antiseptic. In the
substituted leprosy or menin¬ second place it was not harmless,
gitis for diphtheria without in¬ but contained oleate of lead
viting prosecution. But she made capable of producing lead pois¬
the slight mistake of repeating oning. Furthermore its curative
the phony diphtheria claim on claims were fraudulent. As a
HEAP BAD MEDICINE
to run down and prosecute the rap for such statements as:
violators of the wobbly Fed¬ “Science acclaims Whambo as
eral law report that blacksmiths, sure death to dropsy.” Science,
carpenters, day laborers, store¬ as portrayed in the almanacs
keepers, and clerks are leading and throwaways, is an unsani¬
offenders in the manufacture of tary-looking old guy with a two-
bum medicaments. “The Na- buck microscope and a beard
tfonal - International Research like U. S. Grant.
Laboratories of the World,” A band of heels known as
manufacturer of that gas-elimi- “The Five Thousand Physicians
nant your Uncle Josh gargles by Mob” is also being sought by
the quart, is possibly a pick-and- Federal operatives. They are
shovel technician employed part- shifty, unidentifiable malefac¬
time by the WPA. tors who hold secret meetings in
Juries in patent medicine cases the Yale Bowl and Comiskey
are notoriously lenient toward Park, agree to publication of such
any offender who can prove that statements as, “Five thousand
he has so much as read a book physicians recommend Schenio
about rheumatism before con¬ for brain fever,” and then jscurry
cocting and selling a fraudulent away into their holes not to
guaranteed cure. emerge again until the next tes¬
A favorite villain of the Food timonial mass-meeting. If you
and Drug administration is “the accuse your family practitioner
celebrated scientist, Dr. DuDoo- of belonging to this band of
dle,” a composite of all medical tliugs the odds are fifty to one
testimonial writers. Dr. Du- he will deny it. But somebody
Doodle and his prototypes, you must belong. Five thousand
may, be assured, are either non¬ physicians can’t just vanish like
existent or outside the United Charlie Ross.
States. If they were Americans Some manufacturers of worthr
they would get bounced out of less nostrums are sufficiently
the union (the American Med¬ ethical around the edges to re¬
ical Association) for writing tes¬ frain from making outright
timonials. If they are European claims of miraculous power for
you can be assured their testi¬ their witch-brew. They do not
mony is no good because if you say in their twenty-four sheet
happen to die as a result of tak¬ posters, “BEEZO CURES BERI¬
ing their advice they’re beyond BERI.” They content themselves
reach of a subpoena. with the comparatively innocu¬
Another bad-acting testimoni¬ ous statement, “BERI-BERI
al-writer in the employ of the CAN BE CURED. GET BEEZO
rackety element in the medicine AT YOUR DRUG STORE.”
business is an old offender named Grammatically these two sen¬
Science. He is the man who takes tences have no closer connection
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which is notable not only for investigators and taken over the
its complete ineffectuality in the laboratory hurdles. The contents
treatment of all known ailments proved to be broken-down ani¬
but for the bizarre list of ills for mal glands in various messy
which it was specifically recom¬ stages of deterioration, plus
mended: calks, garget, broken flour and cocoa. A tasty conti¬
breast, fistula, sweeney, grease nental breakfast, perhaps, but
poll evil, and piles. for the American taste—ugh!
It is amazing how many reck¬ Our own boys are doing pretty
less medicine men arrive at well in the quack racket, thanks,
formulas whose effect is exactly and don’t need any lessons from
opposite to that described on outlanders. Two imaginative
their labels and in their litera¬ brothers in South Carolina hold
ture. Antiseptics which are not the record for staking claims.
only not antiseptic but positively The catalogue of human mis¬
septic are common. The Stop- eries their snide preparation will
Itch Company of Missouri, cure or alleviate runs, in part,
maker of a salve for “all pruritic as follows:
conditions; a scientific treatment Bed wetting, pellagra, high
for skin irritations,” got in a jam blood pressure, nosebleed, dia¬
because its product contained an betes, pyorrhea, female weakness,
unspecified ingredient the use of tonsilitis, ringworm, indigestion,
which violated the Federal athlete’s foot, sour stomach,
Caustic Poison Act. This ap¬ fallen stomach, dysentery, gonor¬
pears to be reverse-homeopathy rhea, syphilis, chancre, buboes,
in action, or curing a small ill prolapsus, indigestion, boijs,
by opposing a great one to it. erysipelas, halitosis, flux, swell¬
The European gland-fanatics, ing of the leg, liver trouble, lum¬
who haven’t pulled off an bago, gleet, pain in the back,
authentic miracle yet, are still ulceration of the womb, swollen
fiddling around in their ateliers joints, fits, convulsions, chiggers,
seeking to perfect a product to tetter worms, sore throat, itch,
sell to the septuagenarian Flam¬ abscesses, change of life, earache,
ing Youth of America. A few neuritis, periodical pains, and
crates of an expensive prepara¬ “other seemingly incurable dis¬
tion called O-Silver (for men) eases of suffering humanity.”
and O-Gold (for you-know) The stuff is called, with some
were grabbed by Food and Drug justice. Miracle.
BOOKS
FOR MEW
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BOOKS FOR MEN
In Mr. Shapiro’s lively little tome, he goes direct to the generals for their
views on the highly engrossing art of warfare. Fortunately for What Every Young
Man, etc., the generals have been prodigious writers, giving birth to a colossal
amount of wordage on the joys and sorrows of la vie militaire, and being, to a
man, almost fatherly in their dispensation, gratis, of advice to their brass-
buttoned charges.
This literary tendency on the part of our latter-day Bonapartes enables
Shapiro, the writer, to take it pretty easy, while Shapiro the research fellow
works his nose olf flushing apt quotations out of The Manual of Arms.
The result, when neatly bound and placed in a warm place, would make a
handy notebook for any witless wight who (God forbid) should wish to set
about writing another war novel. As reading, however, the stuff hardly stands
on its own feet, as even the fascinating treatise written by Major Bycicle-Bycicle
on the effects of chlorine gas on the delicate tissues of the anus begins to pall
EVERYBODY’S AUTOBIOGRAPHY.
By Gertrude Stein. Random House. $3.
Miss Stein, tv ho writes in broken English, customarily turns out books which
fall into one of two groups: 1—those that are partially intelligible; and 2—those
that are totally unintelligible to everyone but psychics. For the benefit of mental
masochists and those others who, for one reason or another, are Stein fans, it
might be well to mention at the start that “Everybody's Autobiography" is a
sequel to “The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas,” and as such falls into the
first goup. To probe further, Miss Stein’s latest work is a record of her im¬
pressions of America (as witnessed at first hand in 1934, her first visit to this
country in 30 years). Also let it be understood that this is one review of Gertrude
Stein which is not studded with imitation-Stein sentences.
In this latest "lucid" book, we learn about how she liked Dallas and Columbus,
Ohio (the latter had “a nice climate”), how she enjoyed discussing mystery-story
construction with Dashiell Hammett, how her Ford car broke down one day in
France before her trip to the United States, how she enjoys chatting with Carl
Van Vechten, and, chiefly, how she is the greatest living force in literature today.
Isolating specific examples is a slightly unfair practice, though, and I hasten to
add that the tangents on which Miss Stein swings off are helpful in stimulating
thought, if, of course, you can read more than two pages of her translucent prose
without getting dizzy.
Compared to “The Geographical History of America, or the Relation of
Human Nature to the Human Mind,” which was published last year, “Every¬
body’s Autobiography” is crystal-clear in meaning, even though the construction
is a little cloudy. What, for instance, could be truer and more profound than
this observation of hers, after recounting Carl Van Vechten's inability to treat
drunken people as casually as he does sober people: “Well anyway I am very
fond of a number of people who are always more or less drunk. There is nothing
to do about it if they are always more or less drunk.” Our favorite device of all
BOOKS FOR MEN 133
the author’s tricks, however, is a cute little phrase with which she winds up
every other sentence when she starts wandering from the subject: "Other things
are what goes on without everybody seeing, that is why novels are not plays well
anyway.”
There is, of course, the school which isn’t concerned with whether or not Miss
Stein’s latest work is lucid—maintaining, simply, that she's nuts. This department
subscribes to the theory that she’s a trifle too shrewd to be completely crazy. If
she doesn’t like this language, though, why doesn’t she go back where she came
from.
ONE MAN CARAVAN.
By Robert Edison Fulton, Jr. Harcourt, Brace. $3.
Here is a travel book that has very little in common with the log-book of
Miss Stein’s peregrinations reviewed above. Mr. Fulton, overcome by the same
wanderlust that prompts all authors of this type of book to be up and off,
decided that most means of locomotion are pretty conventional and dull, if
sometimes comfortable, so he rode around the world on a motorcycle.
Except for a few short trips by boat, Mr. Fulton spent all his time while
circling the globe in an uncomfortable motorcycle saddle. Even so, he enjoyed
his journey immensely, encountering and bargaining with the natives of such
countries as Turkey, Afghanistan, India, and the more barren regions of China
and Japan. (Fortunately, there were no war zones to cope with at that time.)
After the Asiastic deserts, naturally, crossing the United States was just a set-up.
Mr. Fulton, who is 28, had apparently exhausted the possibilities for excite¬
ment in the more civilized nations. The bad roads in the less progressive coun¬
tries challenged his conquistador’s nature, and he was only fairly well equipped
to combat punctured tires and gasoline shortage. At one point in Turkey,
through a misunderstanding, he filled the tank with mustard gas, and had all
the onlookers crying when he attempted to depart.
An extra shirt, a toothbrush, and a movie camera were the necessities of life
for Mr. Fulton; some of the photos he took make a handsome addition to his
book. "One Man Caravan” is crammed with incident, and should prove engross¬
ing to readers who have always dreamed of roughing it around the world and
haven’t succeeded in escaping from their offices.
THE TWITTERING BIRD MYSTERY.
By H. C. Bailey. The Crime Club. $2.
Reggie Fortune, Mr. Bailey’s favorite detective, with his “Oh, my hat!” and
“Oh, my sainted aunt!” and “Oh, my dear Lomas!” is taking a vacation just now
in favor of Josiah Clunk, the hypocritical little shyster with underworld connec¬
tions whom some fans vastly prefer to the whimsical Reggie—that is, one may
be fond of Reggie and still want a rest. Josiah runs a crooked course, for all his
singing of hymns and raising of canaries, but there’s nothing wrong with his
logical faculties. He’s always two jumps ahead of Scotland Yard, and Reggie
himself could not have improved on his solution of the puzzle about the Lade
estate. (The fact is, Reggie appears briefly as an authority on poison, springs
a bored exclamation or two, and vanishes.)
Here are a few of the questions posed for the fans by Mr. Bailey: Who killed
Henry Platt, the Lade agent, and threw him in the river at Puttenham? Is
Alt Davies (the Rabbit-Faced Man) a blackmailer? What are Morgan and
Merlin, a team of thought readers, up to? Where is young Harry Lade, the
rightful heir? What do you mean, the twittering bird? The main show, of course,
is Josiah Clunk, who knows the answers all the time, or practically so. Mr.
Bailey’s plot is hardly worthy of Josiah’s talents; indeed, it’s hardly worthy of
Mr. Bailey, but it’s still better than most.
i34 I-OR MEN ONLY
to him. So—he bought a few supplies, I,. Cuppy, VP-to Squadron, Fleet Air
drew up some gags, and practically Base, Pearl Harbor, Territory of Ha¬
immediately he was selling to the na¬ waii. (Reader Cuppy, incidentally, is
tional weeklies. (Art schools please convinced that FOR MEN ONLY is
note.) He doesn’t play the piccolo “the best magazine on the market.”
much any more, and Gerald’s begin¬ Adv.) The Hawaiian Mr. Cuppy has
ning to feel a little abashed about been encountering his namesake’s
those years of hard work he put in at name in the pages of the last few issues
of FOR MEN ONLY, and was wonder¬
The mail lately has been a lot more ing if he could possibly be a long-lost
interesting than usual, somehow. The uncle of his named Will P. Cuppy.
customary letters from insurance agents The last time he heard from his Uncle
still come in in abundance, of course, Bill he was working on a newspaper
but there have been a few notes—some in Crawfordsville, Indiana. He feels
heartening, some amusing—from con¬ fairly sure that our Mr. Cuppy must
tributors and readers alike. In the be some sort of relative of his, as he
same delivery a few days ago, we heard believes there is only one family of
from a reader in Pretoria, South Cuppys in the United States, and sad to
Africa, and Ted Shane, who is poten¬ say he has lost completely the home
tially one of our best authors. Ted lives, address of the Cuppy family during
with his wife and children, in Ridge¬ his twelve years in the Navy to date.
field, Connecticut, and can't quite Shortly he’s scheduled to return to the
bring himself to the point of writing United States mainland again, and
that next scheduled piece for us. Any¬ he'd very much like to meet our rep¬
way, he claims, writing cuts into his tile and famous women investigator at
time too much—time he could be put¬ tea and go into the question of family
ting to some good purpose, like raking
up leaves or painting the fence. . . . All we know, if it'll help a,ny, is that
As nearly as we can make out, out- our Will Cuppy's middle- name is
new South African reader—who is as¬ Jacob, and, just to make., the whole
sociated with the Dairy Research Insti¬ thing more confusing, he wa| born in
tute, at the University of Pretoria—is Auburn, Indiana. AVe’.re positive he's
one of our most rabid fans. A good been here in the East for the past ten
measuring rod for their sincerity is years at least, though.
their eagerness for buying back copies Latest reports from the outlying dis¬
of FOR MEN ONLY which they’ve tricts in the Southern .States show that
missed. When their letters sound as there have been 479 cases'of out-and-
though they intend to move heaven out apoplexy, 253 cataleptic fits, and a
and earth to get the copies in question, large epidemic of heart-btirn^pes and
we consider them fans, and add their high-blood pressure victims—all di¬
names to Our Far Flung Readers De¬ rectly traceable to our article "Gone
partment. With the Windbags,” fry Russell Hast¬
The one contributor from whom we ings, in a recent issue of For Men
haven’t heard lately is Will Cuppy, Only. The poll is so heavy in Georgia
who has retired to his shack at Jones' that the tabulating tnachiqe, .which
Beach to do a little serious herniiting. was being worked overtime in order to
Consequently, we have no way—just at get us the results in time for this num¬
the moment-of answering a query ber, broke down, leaving us without
from one of our readers, one Harold a complete checkup.
The editors of FOR MEN ONLY feel that many of our readers
have had adventures which would interest our other readers. Such
manuscripts will be heartily welcomed.
Plop onto our desk
the other day landed the
pictures you see at the
left. Accompanying
them was a letter from
one of our steady cus¬
tomers, stating that
these snapshots were of
one of his sons, who is
undoubtedly the young¬
est reader of FOR MEN
ONLY in existence.
Far be it from us to
argue with a reader; in
fact, we were so pleased
with these photos of his
precocious son and heir
that we decided to re¬
produce the pictures
for your edification and
enjoyment. This is not
a contest to discover our
youngest reader — but
does anyone have pic¬
tures of the oldest FOR
MEN ONLY enthusiast?