The Wilmington morning star., 1946-08-11

more. Regards.
..t Billy Rose.
Some readers were so kind as to express
amusement over my brief account of the
deeds u Duffy the Goat. murderer, slugger,
robber and gentleman-about-Chicago in my
Young wears as a reporter. Duffy, as l point
ed out, had a voracious appetite for publicity.
7 wrote many pieces; about him, so he was
my friend.
He fell into step with me one day to ex-
press his appreciation Ct a story in which l
had referred to him DIS 1.-The most vicious
killer in the rottenest section of the city"
dat was SWELL" he enthused. A is dere
anything l can do for ycu?"
I couldn't think of anything.
do you want anybody bumped OFF,"
I couldn't think of NOBODY.
do You want anybody's leg broker"
Mono one I could bring to mind just then.
He walked along silently for several min
utes, then he said:
"You sure run your business IN a funny
way!'
Monk the Mugg was quite another type.
The Monk (short for monkey, because he had
arms SO long, his potent fists hung Town be-
low his knees) never carried a weapon. He
was slight. but packed g punch that would
have knocked down City Hall. He was a pro-
fessionai-the bouncer at Hickey's Gardens,
out back of the Yards where the steer
killers and pig-stickers and their girls made
merry after their tolls in the abatoirs.
Hickey's sold whiskey for a nickel a shot,
and every place it stopped over the glass it
ate a knot out of the be1. When the braWny
bohunks who stood all cay on platforms slug
ging cattle on the head with sledge-hammers
turned to play. they were in the mood; and
when they loaded up on Hickey's hootch, they
played rough. Well, that was when it was
tho N1nnk-C oSSjCnr7o ont TN rpQko fhoro boon
the peace or throw them out in the middle
of the car tracks.
He could DO it, too, aid with a minimum
of Violence.
But one Sunday morning as I sat dangling
my heels on the sergeant's desk in the Stock
Yards police station, to my surprise, a couple
of harness-bulls brought him in, charged with
assault. 1t appeared he hac belted unconscious
one Big Max, in daylight. right on Halsted
Street.
cav, the Monk told me, IT JUS wheeled
the clunk che. I left him have 1t becus l
like him"
That puzzled me bit, and he explained:
Las night I stop Max a couple O. times
in the Gardens-he's swingin' on anodder
hunky-it's over some dame. He amt a bad
bird when he's halfway sober. So I handle
him gentle.
well, dis mornin' I'm comm from church,
all QIeSSPu UP III HE Dlue sui, WHEN WHO
do I see comm at me, acrost de street.
but Big Max. I see he's crooked, an he's
mad.
so, as he comes for me, I swing quick,
oncet, an I knock him out I'm under his
hat"
because you like him?"
''Sure, Il I let i'm open his kisser he'd o.
called me somethin'-an I'd O. had to kill
i'm!
A press representative sends me the follow
ing item:
F'Hunt stromberg, Jr.. has asked Lew
Parker, who will play the editor in Front
Page to lose Is pounds, to keep the charac-
ter"
First Of all, I don't believe a word of it.
The patent purpose was to get the names
of S%tro,n5erg and Parker In print; that he
accomplished. The "order-to-reduce' part is
standard, one of the bromides on which to
hang a clients name. But 1 don't see it in
connection with an editor, ito keep In charac-
ter"
I dom: know that editors, in life or fiction,
have been particularly typed as thin. Some
are and some are not. They have enough
work ana worries to hold their weight down,
but many seem to thrive and expand.
The editor in the original stage version was
thin, and perhaps that is in the mind of Mr..
Stromberg. I don't know anything about Mr..
Parker shape or now muCn a lo-pOund
shrinking would help him look the part. But,
I have been an editor here and there, myself,
and, WhIla I have had some surprises, I can't
that I was ever ordered to go
on a diet.
have worked around the clock many a
time, but I don't think the purpose was to
make re lighter. I have lost as much as
pounds trying to lead-pencil some sense
into a clumsy job of writing, but I gained
it back with the next bright, succinct, tight
story.
If the press agent, Mr.. Stromberg, Mr..
Parker or Messrs. Hecnt and Macarthur. the
authors, will e~nlighten me on why an editor
must have a 28-inch waist, I'll gladly let the
world know.
Until then, ] shall not cut down on beer
or butter.
Reported Romancing Maria Montez's kid
sister, Corsuelo, expected to wed Kenneth
Carter. Los Angeles society boy, next month
. .Thel1la Carpenter, chanter r Eddie
Cantor, ard Garland wilson, accompanist.
DR.. Sidney Senfeld, ps:chiatrist, and Kit
Hyde, model. .Malvin Wald, film-writer, and
Sylvia Fish, ex-model of Brooklyn. Suzanne
Mulligan, whose dad owns hotels, and Jay
Faxon, whose family owns copper mines. .
Dan Topping and his beaUteous bride, concen-
trated in each other. hard in hand, eye to
eye. Lynn Hogan, of the Carnival, and Nat
Carl Lesser1nan and his ex-wife.
Gregory Zilboorg, rsychoanalyst, will wed
his research assistant, Margaret Stone; he's
she's 28.
Hello IollywoodATom Gomez, after a tour
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