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...downhill, ended by committing ten holdups in Chicago in 1953. Put on probation by a kindly judge, Krolik pulled himself together, went to a Franciscan monastery in Topawa. Ariz., there worked on 14 murals that won high praise. Then confusion returned. Fortnight ago in Tucson, Krolik bought a $55 pistol and holster and left for El Paso...
...dusk and raining. Storekeeper Pinney watched Krolik enter. A hefty six-footer, wearing a red-and-green golfer's cap, black T shirt and soft yellow moccasins, Krolik asked for a bottle of whisky -then, as Pinney turned, pulled out his new pistol and ordered: "Give me all the green money." Pinney put his money on the counter. Krolik reached, lowering his pistol slightly. In a flash, ex-Cop Pinney whipped out one of his own revolvers, shot four times. As Krolik fell to the floor without firing back. Pinney observed him "wriggling like he was going...
...women all over Brazil observed a minute of solemn silence one day last week. It was the first anniversary of the dramatic morning on which President Getulio Vargas, confronted with a military demand for his resignation, put a pistol to his heart and committed suicide. With parades and mass meetings banned by the police, the day was quiet. The mourners who gathered around the flower-ringed bronze bust of Vargas in Rio's Florian Square seemed subdued and voiceless...
...truck driver. Tottering, dripping blood, "looking crazy," Carpenter forced his way in at gunpoint, ordered Powell and his wife, Stella, into the living room. Diane, 3, was asleep. Robert, 7, came in to say goodnight. Powell stared silently at Carpenter, nodded at his pistol. Gunman Carpenter put it out of sight until the boy went to his bed. Stella helped make bedsheet bandages, obediently fed the guest bananas and milk as Carpenter sprawled on the couch, a shaky hand on his pistol. "We sat like that for hours," said Powell. "I kept thinking, if only he'd fall asleep...
...house on Park Street, in a nicer neighborhood. After that, Frank's errancy consisted mostly of pranks-he released a couple of pigeons in the school auditorium during assembly, sometimes took a cat into a movie house and shot it in the hindquarters with a BB pistol to make a commotion. "School was very uninteresting," he remembers. "Homework . . . we never bothered with . . ." In his last year in high school he was expelled, he says, on grounds of general rowdiness...