The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-12-27
In New York
BY PAUL HARRISON


 New York-Eight Swedish attor- neys and accountants have been in town for several weeks winding up and tracking down, the scattered affairs in this country of Ivar Krueger's collapsed financial em- pire.
 There have been all sorts of leg ends about the Paris suicide of the late match king. Some people pro- fess to believe that the whole thing was 8 gristly hoax, that Q wax dummy, or perhaps a human dou- ble, lies in Krueger's grave and that Krueger himself still lives in some hideaway he had prepared against the disgrace which he knew was inevitable. | : One story brought by the Swed- ish visitors-who don't believe a word of it-is especially fantastic. It assumes that Ivar Krueger had a son, only about eighteen years younger than himself, and bear ing an amazing physical resem-
 blance to the father. Anonymity His Cloak The son was known by a differ ent name, of course, and because of the cloud over his birth was never publicly acknowledged by the elder Krueger. The tale has 1t that the son planned marriage, and on the fateful day of the Krue- ger smash had arranged to join his f1ancee in Paris. She found no one to meet her at the station, and af- ter an hour of growing concern went to the Krueger apartment. She heard voices and slipped inside. sH, Af,a,, T., Krueger, a revolver in hand. On the floor lay man who also looked like Ivar Krueger. The girl
 kney, however, that the dead man was her fiancee. She tainted, and third man in the place revived her with some sort of stimulant. Still dazed, she was warned to say nothing of what she had seen, and was rushed to the station and put
 aboard train. A few minutese la
 ter she was seized with convulsions and died.
 A physician came in from a nearby compartment, examined the body and filled out a certificate
 stating that death had resulted from cerebral hemorrhage. He generously volunteered to make ar engagements for embalming and
 shipping the body for burial He also happened to be the same
 man who had given the girl stimulant in the home of Ivar Krueger.
 Another Sinister Tale If this must be q column oe faintly sinister anecdotes, there's the story about the time that H. | l.. Mencken rode in a hearse.. It seems that taxicabs are pretty scarce in the Baltimore neighbor-
 hood of the literateur, and that one rainy day he was in great rush to catch 8 train for New York.
 Bag in hand, he stood at the door for several minutes. No taxis. The rain came down in sheets, and hearse came down the street. Mir. Mencken hailed it. l"Pennsylvania station," he order ed. And step on it!" the driv- CT demurred, but Mir. Mencken ciambered in anyway. A few min- utes later the vehicle whirled up to the station, and gawkers were amazed to see a man get out un- der his own power. He asked the fare. Ten dollars, said the driver, was the usual fee. Mencken was furious. "YouH take five dollars and like it" he said, tossing bill at the driver. : The latter looked at the money, at the departing Mencken, and shook his head. That guy," he said indignantly: "sin't got no re- Ispect for the dead"
 Mixup
 There's a vaudevillian named Dezo Rutter whose act consists or a comic one-man wrestling match. On one of his tours he boarded a local train for his next engage ment, and unknowingly. chose seat abong a number of harmless lunatics who were being transfer red from an asylum to a new state farm. For an hour or so Rutter even chatted amiably with his seatmate without suspecting that the fellow might be insane. As they approached the station near the state farm uniformed guard went along the aisle count ing his charges. '--seven, eight, nine" he counted. and came to Rutter. Peered at him closely and wasn't sure whether he belonged in the group. Who are you?' he asked.
 sf'm Dezo Rutter,'' responded Ithe comedian. I'm the man who wrcstles with himself" "Oh, sure." muttered the guard understandirgly, and went on counting, .:--ten. eleven, twelve" Rutter had quite time getting