The Washington herald., 1921-07-27
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NEW YORK, July 26.-The early
morning line-up of crooks at police
headquarters. The night. before
catch. Faces! Faces! Imperturbable
masks and visages as soft as putty.
From behind black masks the cam
era-eyed detectives. the pick Of the
thief hunters, watch and study as
the faces pass in single file.
A scar, a wry neck, fiorid COM
plexion or a shifting eye may SO
impress itself upon the flm of a
highly sensitized memory that years
from now they can tap their man or
woman on the arm In a jostling
throng on the Rue de la Paix or in
the solitude Of the Arabian desert.
Faces! Faces! Some that denote
the swagger and boastfulness of
the bully. Others shaven to the
sirloin red of Avenue A and sod
den with crime. Some pasty and
twitching and eyes that rove still
IN the delirium of drugs. The in
gratiating sneer of the confidence
man. He has been here before
perhaps many times-but never has
he been convicted.
The meek little bald man with a
| wisp OF blonde mustache at which
he tugs nervously. His eyes are
watery. His flesh clammy. His
breath comes in quick gasps like
the fish out of water. He is a
Bluebeard, they say Slit the throats
OF three trusting women. 1t is
hard to imagine him whispering
honeyed nothings in the light of a
lambent moon. But he did.
| The youth whose face has not yet
received the imprint of lawIessness.
! His hands sweat freely. His throat
| is dry. He fed from Wall Street
with a packet of negotiable bonds.
A tool of a wiser head. And he's
| sorry. A hardened face looks at his
tear-brimmed eyes and mocks them
| with a lcer.
The lady who rustles in fine silks.
A flashing sunburst catches her
| gown at the throat. The enamel has
cracked and peeled. The rouge Is
dim blur. The eyes dry. A store
dick" caught her. She knows she
"a
| she is resigned. Not a bit aba shed
She relieves whatever nervousness
| she may feel by lingering her gold
cigarette case.
The "old timers" who laugh and
chat with the guards. Old stuff to
them. Fatalists. A dark eyed girl
of the Broadway dance halls. Dash
ed some powder in her escorts
ha
roll of bills in her stocking. There
is a dignity in her hauteur. She
sneers viciously at the black masks
A bell clangs. There is a rattle of
locks. A door swings open and
they pass out to their cells.
What strange sights to be seen in
New York when you haven't got
your gum On Fifth avenue at dusk
he sauntered for all the world to
behold. His Palm Beach had a
waist that came to below his arm
pits and then fiared out into a bell
shape. His shirt was open at the
throat and his hatless head glis-
tened like a ballroom floor in the
sunshine. And around the edge of
his cuffs were little strips of black
next morning to read of his tragic
demise. But nothing happened.
A summer revue features the law
suit brought by Morris Gest against
Henry Ford. The lawyer who Is
defending Mr.. Ford in the travesty
says: MY client has a name that
will rattle down into history"
Young Toni Salvatore, aged 8. Of
Minetta street, was packed off to
the country last week for a two
weeks vacation by a philanthropist.
Two days later he returned to his
street haunts.
|. why Toni" exclaimed a settle
ment worker, did you come back
so soon?"
TOMS reply was nationalistic and
conclusive, mo spaghetti"