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"THE BEAST OF THE CITY" -;- Th ' S ?;^? S .S T " By JACK LAIT
How a Menacing Specter
Terrorized a Big City
r CHAPTER XXIII
Corporal Michael Fitzpatrick
could hardly wait until Satur
day morning to strut before his
youthful companions in his
bright new uniform. Breakfast
was hardly over before he gath
ured up his night-stick, put his
cap on at an asquint slant, and
sauntered forth. / His father
had not been home all night,
so he missed the morning ritual
of a bear hug and an admoni
tion to be a good boy.
He paused on the doorstep,
swung his stick, and began to
whistle. It was 9 o’clock and
no school- All the other little
boys in the neighborhood would
be out. But he saw none of
them, and furthermore he did
not see Big Monty Monaghan,
the cop on the corner. He was
the one he wanted to impress
more than anyone else. Who
was Monaghan, anyway? Just
an jrdinary flat-foot. And who
was he?—Corporal Michael Fitz
patrick !
So he strolled down toward
the corner, a brave little fig
ure who might have been a
cop' in Lilliput, twirling his
stick as big as any policeman,
and imbued with the authority
of a corporal. He had gotten
midway down the block when
a car. long, sleek, black, with
side curtains up, drew to the
Curb. Two men, pinch-backed
coats and derbies set at same
angle, jumped out.
“Hello, there, copper!” one of
them greeted, his thin lips
wreathed in the semblance of
a smile-
“Hello!” exclaimed Mickey
proudly.
“Your dad —you know, the
chief—told us to pick you up—
we’re goin’ on a raid,” said the
second.
“Whatcha goin’ t’raid?” asked
Mickey, striking a pose, one
hand behind his coat-tails, the
other swinging his rosewood.
The Big Raid
“We got a big raid on—come
on!” the first dapper-dressed
young man caught Mickey by
the arm.
“S-a-a-y!” exclaimed Mickey,
drawing back. “Where’s yer
badge—are you dicks?”
Both threw back their coat
lapels and displayed badges,
which they quickly covered.
Mickey looked at them admir
ingly. But he would not be
manhandled like this. He drew
back.
“Take yer hands off'n me,”
he said, with dignity. “I’ll get
in—where’s my dad?”
“He’s at the place we’re goin’
to raid,” said one of the dapper
young men. “Hurry up.”
“Make it snappy—we ain’t
got much time,” seconded the
other.
Mickey looked around to see
whether anyone had witnessed
this recognition of his author
ity. But he saw no one. He
climbed into the car. The two
young fellows with derbies got
in behind ’ him. The door
slammed. The chauffeur, half
looking back, muttered an
"Okay,” and the car shot for
ward.
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One of the gunmen got on
either side of Mickey, who was
peering out, ready to wave at
anyone who might be in sight.
A Wild Ride
"Hit it up, Mike!” cried one
of the men, above the roar of
the engine.
“Where're we goin’?” de
manded Mickey, leaning back
comfortably.
“You’d be surprised, copper!”
said the second gunman.
Mickey looked at him a sec
ond, and then sensing the evil
look in his eye. drew back his
club. The other one grabbed it.
Mickey began to fight with
tooth and toe. He kicked the
derby off the young man on
his right, and sank his teeth
into the arm of the man on his
right.
A big hand closed over his
mouth, not that Mickey would
have screamed, for Mickey
fought his battles silently. But
the big hand closed off his
wind, and he could not breathe;
and the car had not gone 10
blocks before the little fellow
sank back with a sigh.
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In a cigar store down on the
river front, where the fog al
most obscured the entrance, and
where it billowed in when the
door was open, a solitary figure
entered. The man. his cap down
on his forehead, his head low
ered in his coat collar, walked
up to the counter.
“Gimme a package o’ cigar
ettes,” he said in muffled tones.
“What kind?” asked the
buxom woman, who came from
the rear of the place, bringing
with her the odor of cooking
cabbage.
“Those,” indicated the man.
He nervously tore the wrapper
off. dug out one of the fags and
lighted it. Then he raised his
head.
“Gotta telephone here?” he
asked.
“S Ure _right over there,” in
dicated the woman. The man
sorted out a nickel and shuffled
toward the booth. The woman
narrowly watched him. He
closed the door tight and turned
his head toward the door so
that he could look out as he
called, his mouth close to the
receiver.
The woman began to arrange
some things on the counter
near the ’phone booth, strain
ing her ears to catch the con
versation, on the alert —because
she was suspicious—habitually
—and curious—constitutionally.
“Howard two-thousand,” said
(Continued on 2nd Comic Page)
Suggestions for
Housewives
To heat a cold room quickly,
without a stove, as might be
necessary in the country in
case of illness, a boiler with hot
w’ater should be placed near a
window opened a little from
the top. It may be necessary
to change the hot water several
times.
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“Don’t leave me now,” she cried.
'High Speed Girl'—AStory
Os Youthful Escapade
By May Christie
CHAPTER 41
“I might as well do that as
anything else,” said Laurel
listlessly.
The married man grinned at
her. “You’re complimentary.”
“No. Only bored like hell.
I just lost S3O. Not that I
care.”
“To Imogen Fairly?”
“Yep. I’m a grand little
bridge player.”
“So they say,” rejoined the
married man, meaningly.
“No innuendo, please!”
“Well, you’ve heard what
they do tell about Imogen win
ning so darned often?”
They were half way to the
bar now. He had Laurel by
the arm.
She shook herself free. She
was loyal.
“Don’t say anything against
my friend—”
“If you’ll give me a smile,
sweetheart, I’ll be a model of
discretion.”
“Like the famous monkey
who ‘saw no evil, heard no evil
and repeated no dVil’?”
He laughed again. “That’s
the ideal woman!”
“What about the ideal man?
Aren't you men the mean old
gossipers?”
He had put his key in his
locker and was lifting out a
bottle.
“Genuine Scotch! We’ll make
whoopie, Laurel!”
“Oh, that’s all you lads can
think of. You fancy you're
hitting on all six cylinders, but
you’re only running out of
‘idea fuel.’ ”
“What d’you mean by that?”
“That your ‘think tank’ is
out of action. That you aren’t
original.”
They sat down at a table and
he poured her a stiff one. He
tilted his glass to her.
“Here’s to Lady Minerva, the
Goddess of Wisdom ”
Not Acquainted
“And who are you, pray? D’you
know, I don’t even remember
your name.”
“Immaterial, dear child. My
name at the moment is Vul
can ”
“Didn’t he forget something?
And—slyly—“wasn’t he, too, a
married man?”
“And how! All the best men
are married. That’s why it’s so
hard on you flappers!”
“Come off it, Vulcan. Be your-
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self!” and Laurel drained her
glass.
He poured her another. He
told her he had a wonderful
new car outside, which he must
show her.
“What about taking a spin?”
“Can’t. I’ve got to go home
to dinner.”
“Well, call ’em up and say
you have a date.”
She swallowed her Scotch and
thought that over.
The man was handsome and
attractive, and quite a lot of
people knew him in the neigh
borhood.
Dad was in town. She had a
shrewd suspicion that her
mother was dining out also.
Why be alone? Why eat one’s
dinner in solitary grandeur?
Amusing to tear along the
roads with this companion in
his high-powered car!
What did anybody care what
she DID- do? The drinks were
potent. They gave her a cer
tain boldness of spirit.
One man was as good as
another. Why waste her time
brooding over Bruce Harvey?
This seemed logical. All the
more so when “Vulcan” in
formed her that his wife was
in New York and wouldn't be
back till 9:30.
“I’m to meet her with the
car. Till then we can hit the
merry-merry.”
The Honky-Tonk
There was a wonderful new
roadhouse that he knew of.
They had Hawaiian singers too
...it was worth thinking of.
“I’d better call up the house
now. while I’m still sober,”
suggested Laurel, “and get the
low-down on what’s doing.”
“Say that you’re going out
with Imogen!”
But Constance wasn’t back.
And the parlormaid informed
her that madame would not be
home for dinner.
Laurel was relieved. She’d
have a long run in the brisk
fall air with her new admirer.
Stay! WAS he that?
Well, married or single, what
did it matter?
She drained her glass, put on
her coat and he carried the re
mainder of the bottle out to
the machine.
“We may be glad of a nip on
the way if it gets chilly—”
And away they went.
The new roadhouse proved to
be everything that “Vulcan” had
claimed for it. The food was
good, so was the music. And
there were drinks in plenty to
be had.
They danced, and ate, and
drank, and then they sat at
their table, crooning Hawaiian
love-songs. “Vulcan,” greatly
stimulated by the cocktails and
the Scotch and other things he
had partaken of, even asked
Laurel to run away with him!
She laughed impudently in
his face. “The old ‘tank tank’
again not working?”
But she flirted with him, too.
Just to “keep her hand in.”
It was enarly 9 p. m. when
they got up to go. It was quite
a few miles to Laurel’s home
from here...and he was to
meet his wife at the station at
9:30.
(Continued on 2nd Comic Page)
Fashion
Flashes
The gold standard is main
tained in the sartorial world.
A gown of white chiffon dotted
with gold is worn under a gold
tissue wrap trimmed with baum
marten.
The National Daily
Contract
Bridge
By E. V. Shepard
On the hand shown below Z
did some very bad bidding. I
saw the hand bid and played
only a few nights ago. Whether
Z’s strategy was wholly selfish
or merely stupid. I do not know.
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Z made a rather questionable
opening bid of 1-Spade
bare twe, sure tricks, with ability
to rebid. Such a bid always
leaves the bidder in somewhat
of an apologetic mood; not in
the best frame of mind to there
after proceed in the best possible
manner.
A overcalled the opening bid
with 2-Clubs. Y utilized a de
mand bid of 3-Diamonds. Once
a forcing bid is made, contract
ing must not stop short of game
contract, unless a more profit
able djuble can be made of an
opposing bid. B passed, and Z
responded with a reasonable de
claration of 3-Spades. As yet
he was not certain that Y could
not support spades. The jumped
diamond bid might have been
introduced to discover how
good a suit Z had bid.
A passed, but Y bid 4-Hearts.
Surely that should have notified
the partner that spade support
was lacking, but over B’s pass,
Z bid 4 Spades. Os course one
may argue that even a game
bid need not prevent the part
ner from again denying spades,
with an overall of sDiamonds.
But look at the situation from
Y’s standpoint. Although Y
held so much in both red suits,
and in spite of the fact that
A had found enough strength
to bid 2-Clubs, Z had made an
opening bid, and then had re
bid his spades twice. That
looked like a very powerful
trump suit, well able to go
game, and perhaps to do better
than that. To have opening
bid strength it appeared that
Z must have both black aces,
and probably either a side K
or a side Q-J, unless he held
six spades to at least the A-Q.
One cannot blame Y for letting
the contract die at Four Spades.
As the cards lie, Z should
have fulfilled his game contract.
All that he need lose is one
trump trick and two club tricks.
The opening lead was the K of
clubs, that Z won with his ace.
He could have put dummy in the
lead with its K of spades; dis
carded one club upon the ace
of hearts. Gained entry to his
own hand with the J of dia
monds; then led his ace of
spades, wheih would have
dropped the Q at his left. Then
he would have lost only one
spade trick to the J, and two
club tricks to A’s top cards of
that suit. Instead of acting in
that sane manner, Z attempted
to discard his losing club’s on
dummy’s top diamonds. Os
course E ruffed the third lead
of diamonds, with his low trump
leaving his J of spades still
good, and on top of that Z had
to lose two club tricks.
Had Z bid 5-Diamonds instead
of making his bid 4-Spades, a
Grand Slam could not have
missed. Y probably would have
bid only 6-Diamonds, but that
would have made a difference
in the score of just 1,620 points,
being vulnerable.
Advice for
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
Sent for Her Old Beau
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I have been keeping “steady”
company for over a year. Re
cently, my fiance had a call
from his old girl friend (who is
married), asking him to come
down to her house because her
baby was sick. He went down
there and it seems he is going
there continually. He comes to
see me late every night—do you
suppose he goes there first?
Should I stop seeing him and
go out with others? He says
he plans to marry me and has
given me a diamond ring.
Please advise me what to do.
I am 18 years old, rather nice
looking, dress well, dance and
am musical. So you see I can
get along without him. although
I do care a great deal for him.
PUZZLED.
Where was this young wom
an’s husband that she had to
send to a former friend when
her baby was taken sick? The
situation looks queer to me:
ask him what -t all means, and
if he tells you he still visits
her, I’d hesitate before marry
ing him.
Some women seem bereft of
consciences, other women's hus
bands or fiances mean nothing
in their young lives. Watch
your step, my dear girl, don't
walk into that sort of situation
with your eyes open.
FRIDAY—FEBRUARY 5—1932
SHOPPING—With Alice *nd Evelyn
For Cloves
Happily, the gloves that fash
ion says will be correct this
spring are ones that we’ll feel
comfortable wearing from now
until warm weather. So there's
no reason to buy another pair
of winter gloves. Why not get
the next pair in one of the
leathers newly smart for spring
and in a lighter shade than
you’ve been wearing. Then
they’ll freshen up your winter
wardrobe as well as comple
ment the spring costumes you’ll
be acquiring later.
Classic Pull-On
At the left, above, we illus
trated the nicest standard type
of untrimmed slip-on gloves—
five-button length, with p. k.
seams, and only slightly flared.
They’re made of the finest
French doeskin —you’ll realize
that when you see how beauti
fully they wash in hot water.
The price of gloves like these
was never so low before this
season, but you can buy them
now for around $3!
Hand Sewn.
Underneath the top sketch is
that smart one-button type with
hand sewn contrasting stitch
ing—made of French doqskin,
too. Washable, of course. As
the French say, gloves “qui se
lave.” So that’s been Ameri
canized and they call these
“kislav” gloves! They come
with white stitching on black
and with black on white and
almost v any color. And the
price is less than $5.
We’ve also sketched a pair of
hand sewn glace gloves, stitched
in white on black or brown or
navy. Six-button length, they
are, yet you can buy them for
less than $6.
Gathered With Pearls
One of the most original
styles we’ve seen in semi-formal
gloves is sketched above at the
right. They’re made of real
French suede, just four-button
length. And the edges are deli
cately fringed. But the unusual
feature is a little seed pearl bar
pin that gathers each cuff
slightly at the wrist. Interest
ing. aren't they? $5 buys them
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your choice of black, white,
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pinky beige.
Contrasting Cuff
But the most striking glove
this season’s likely to bring
forth has a flared and pointed
cire cuff! It looks like patent
leather, this cuff part—and it’s
lined with matching glace
leather. The flare is stitched
around the edges, to give a
really tailored air. And the
color contrast gives that feel
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evening
Isn’t that amazing? And it
costs less than $4.
Alice and Evelyn have pre
pared an interesting circular
on “How, When and Where to
Wear Gloves.”
You may receive it by send
ing a request, with a stamped
and self-addressed envelope
to Alice and Evelyn in care of
The Washington Times.
Suggestions for
Housewives
For Gray Hair
There is no explaining pre
maturely gray hair. It runs in
families sometimes. No magic
will restore the natural color,
though dyes will produce a du
plicate tint, if applied properly.
When only a few white threads
appear at the temples, a touch
of mascara will darken them
for the time being.