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Last week in Queensborough, L. I., Noel Sowley and Elizabeth ("Betty") Ring, lovers, sat parked among trees in an automobile. A man stepped up, demanded papers, shot Sowley dead, escorted Miss Ring to a bus, sent her home. Before Sowley's body had been discovered, the Journal had received, but not yet opened, a letter from "A V 3X" describing the murder...
Immediately 700 police were sent to scour Queensborough. That night, patrolmen dressed as women sat with plainclothesmen in parked cars wherever lovers were known to hold trysts. Suspects were arrested in New York State, New Jersey, even as far away as Philadelphia, but the Misses May and Ring failed to recognize any of them. More wild, coded notes to the police and the Journal kept special police squads rushing about Long Island and Westchester, to no avail...
Meantime, New York's police kept hunting, and New York's press mourned the end of a ten-day wonder story. However, the romantic aspect of 3X diminished when Misses May and Ring revealed that his motive with them had been sex at pistol point...
...Canadian), Tommy Loughran (a light heavyweight champion grown fat) and Phil Scott (English sailor famed for claiming fouls), a match was arranged to decide the heavyweight championship of the world. Jack Sharkey, garrulous descendant of Lithuanian immigrants to Binghamton, N. Y., onetime U. S. sailor, climbed into a ring at the Yankee Stadium, Manhattan, wearing a U. S. flag over his shoulders. He was roundly booed, bit his glove in irritation. From the opposite corner, crouching awkwardly, came Max Siegfried Adolf Otto Schmeling, cool, Dempseyesque but inexperienced German...
Schmeling wobbled to the ropes, covered his face with his elbows, weathered the round. In the fourth he rushed at Sharkey as the latter led a hard uppercut at his body. As the punch landed. Schmeling fell forward, writhing, gripping his groin. Handlers and managers jumped into the ring. Referee Jim Crowley, thin, baldheaded, hatchet-faced, ran from corner to corner, asking the two ring judges what they thought. One judge had not seen the punch. The other, an optometrist named Harold Reade Barnes, insisted it was foul. Accordingly Referee Crowley pushed Sharkey, crestfallen and dismayed, into his corner, declared...