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Every week an old U.S. Navy crash boat, renamed the Marlin, shoves off from Fort-de-France, Martinique. Aboard are 4O-odd brightly turbaned native women, carrying demijohns and wicker baskets and headed for the British island of St. Lucia, a five-hour ride across the choppy blue Caribbean...
...Marlin sails for home at 5 next morning, an hour when sleepy customs officials find it easy to look the other way. Without benefit of export licenses, food has found its way into the wicker baskets of the returning women, and their demijohns hold cooking oil instead of wine. Back in Martinique, easygoing inspectors hurriedly chalk their O.K.s on the baskets. In a few minutes the traffickers have sold their smuggled goods...
...Dorothy Lawlor, still willing to marry for $10,000 if things were right, flew in to La Guardia Field from Ciudad Trujillo, where she had been looking over one Albert Alna as a suitor. She had definitely crossed off Danny Wicker, Daytona Beach, Fla. bar owner. "We're both of too nervous a temperament to make a go of it," she explained. Though still unwed and unbespoken, Mrs. Lawlor had quit work as a hatcheck girl. "After all, there's nothing to check in the summer," she said...
Blonde Mrs. Dorothy Lawlor, who had advertised her willingness to marry any man for $10,000 (TIME, June 7), made her choice. It was Dan Wicker, 33, proprietor of Danny's Musical Bar in Daytona Beach, Fla. The clincher had been a telegram from Danny: "Is you is, or is you ain't gonna be my baby?" Sighed Dorothy: "How could I resist a guy with a sense of humor like that...
...Wicker had promptly wired money for a plane ticket, created a Dorothy Lawlor Special for his bar trade. Leaving La Guardia Field, Mrs. Lawlor displayed a photograph of Mr. Wicker, commented: "Anyone who can't be happy with that guy is a moron." She added wistfully: "I do wish, though, that I had met Dan under different circumstances. I know instinctively that we have a lot in common...