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EPISODE ON WEST 8TH STREET-Jule Brousseau-Smith & Durrell ($2.50). A murky, painstaking story of a few New Yorkers: a distraught sweatshop Jew who kills his boss, an unemployed architect and his wife, a suicidal Polish girl from the Pennsylvania coal patches. Rather Greenwich-Villagesque, but definitely talented...
...Distraught, Conductor Klemperer went to Rye, N.Y. one weekend last March, asked for a room in a private sanatorium. Next morning he left, and the sanatorium director. Dr. Daniel J. Kelly, notified police, who issued a nine-State alarm describing Conductor Klemperer as "dangerous and insane," bearing a cane which he "likes to use on policemen." Next day the conductor was picked up in Morristown, N.J. by police who grabbed first the cane, then him. Jailed for 26 hours, he was released when his wife flew East from California. A psychiatrist examined Conductor Klemperer, pronounced him sane but "nervous, temperamental...
When Isaac Pinkham lost his shirt in the 1873 panic, his wife began selling a mysterious, home-brewed potion she had long given away to distraught friends. The potion soon overflowed into a national panacea for all kinds of female complaints. After Lydia died, Aroline Pinkham Gove and Charles Pinkham, each with a 50% share of their mother's business, kept her face enshrined on every package, signed her name in answering 100,000 letters a year from grateful or suffering women. By last year Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound had netted Lydia and descendants well over...
...after his visit to the Stork Club last week, Jesse Livermore turned up for lunch in the bar of the Sherry-Netherland Hotel. Tense, distraught, he took a table by himself, spoke to no one, from time to time took out a little memorandum book and jotted while he ate his lunch. Then he left. At 4:30 that afternoon he was back again. He ordered two old-fashioneds, sipped them slowly. Suddenly he rose from his table and went into the lobby. Ten minutes later an attendant found him slumped in a chair in the ground-floor...
...babbled about doing something to the husband of his cutie, Mr. Anthony passed a note to his announcer suggesting that the client's coat be searched. In it was found a foot-long jack handle-"a fine instrument for murder," as Mr. Anthony now points out. From this distraught juvenile, Mr. Anthony won a promise not to do anything until the next day. By that time Mr. Anthony had a psychiatrist ready, who subsequently worked a cure...