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This Man's Town depicts an unhappy New Year's eve as manifested near a lunch wagon in a red-light district. The author, Willard Robertson, appears as a good-natured, dirty-aproned counterman who shoves the mustard pot with unerring accuracy and can never remember in what town the significant episodes of his life occurred. Troubled by rumors that his girl is living loosely, he remarks: "I been layin' awake for weeks hopin' she'd say something in her sleep." During the evening a policeman is riddled with a machine gun at the wagon...
Pittsburgh Pirates. Veterans in mustard plaster sweaters, they found the new rules to their liking, recently came from behind to score ten goals against Toronto in one of the weirdest games ever played, then relapsed into the League cellar...
...brilliance of Grandson Maurice centres in his clothes, which are as the sun in splendor. At the recent wedding of his English cousin Anthony he startled smartchart editors by appearing in mustard yellow trousers and a bright blue tailcoat with brass buttons. Baron Maurice's collection of pajamas is the envy of many, and his beach robes are one of the established sights of Deauville. He has been divorced, "for mental cruelty" his reputatation with women is peculiar. He was cited as co-respondent (together with Augustus John, the British painter) in the famed Gough divorce case in London...
...Kansas State Board of Health also pronounced on kissing last week, issued a guide for kissers. Among other "don'ts" were the following: 1) Never kiss in a crowd, but if you must, take a hot mustard foot bath and avoid drafts if you feel "all in" afterward; 2) guard against sudden changes in temperature when kissing; 3) at a party where "postoffice" and similar games are played, be sure to gargle frequently...
Last week Deputy Sheriff Roy Smith, fat, officious, went to the De King home with the warrant. It was 9 p. m. De King refused to let him in. Smith went away, returned before midnight with three more deputies. They surrounded the house, threw mustard bombs, rushed the door. De King was clubbed into unconsciousness. Lillian De King, his wife, was at a telephone, screaming "Help! Help!" over the wire to their lawyer. Deputy Sheriff Smith fired a shotgun loaded with slugs point- blank into her abdomen. She wilted to the floor, dead. Gerald De King, 12-year...