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...defense sprang hard-boiled Novelist James M. Cain (The Postman Always Rings Twice, Serenade). Describing himself as one "known all over Baltimore as Sourpuss." Mr. Cain wrote to the Sim: "Polo is played by many different kinds of people now. ... [It is] within the means of most, even those of us who are on relief, as I have the honor...
...Bloomington, Ind., three years ago, little Clifford Cain playfully pointed his father's gun at his mother, pulled the trigger, shot her dead. Last week, as 8-year-old Clifford and his brother Robert, 10, were playing with the same gun, Robert playfully shot Clifford dead...
...Grey stories, the newest one begins with a bang. Hiding out after killing a man, tall, grey-eyed Laramie Nelson observes some gunmen ride into his grove, tie a rope around the neck of a 20-year- old cowboy and throw it over the branch of a tree. "I cain't fool about heah an' see yu hang thet boy," drawls Laramie. The next 327 pages tell how Laramie and the cowboy become close friends, how they rescue another cowpuncher, and how the three then hide out on a Colorado ranch owned by an Eastern tenderfoot named Lindsay...
Founded by John Cain, a onetime policeman, the business expired under his son, quiet, broken-nosed, gold-toothed Patrick Joseph ("Patsy"; Cain. At the height of its run, Cain's was five floors deep in trellises and pillars, spangles and swords, chariot wheels from Ben Hur, a papier-mache elephant from Face the Music, highfalutin gear from Shakespeare revivals, tinsel & gilt from Follies, Scandals, Gaieties. On one single night in 1905 John Cain moved eight shows (94 loads, 654 pieces). His son was always on hand for closings, and the sight of him in the audience required quarts...
Then came Depression, the upsurge of radio, the decline of road earnings. Cain's business dwindled. In 1933 its storage space shrank from five solid floors to a ground floor & basement. From storing sets it descended to clumping & burning them-$30 a truckload for the ride, $4 for the bonfire. Presently Cain's took to burning unclaimed junk at its own expense. Finally, on the last day of 1937, it folded secretly. Patsy Cain kept mum about it for six weeks, hoping for a saving miracle. Said he last week: ''I got out without being exactly...