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MEMO to L. 8S. Ayres & Co..: I'm sorry I broke two tree ornaments on your Christmas trees. Anyone who has seen the main floor ‘decorations knows they'll never be missed: Just a drop and plink on the floor, For a character who loves to count, Ayres, really presented a challenge with those thousands of” bright, fragile ornaments. How. many, how many, how many? No use kidding you, though. The primary purpose of the decorations was to make the store pretty for the Yuletide season, not to give me something to count. It never occurred to me to ask. A tree is a tree, and who ever asks permission to climb into a tree? A couple sales girls raised their eyebrows when they saw a guy climbing over a counter and then on the ledge. ° » THE EYEBROWS went Higher as they watched him count. And higher still when two ornaments fell. Shortly, Earl Hoppes, properties and production Inanager, appeared. Ten minutes later, a gay group of display
.wheels and I were sitting in Mrs. Gertrude Kelly's . office,
The display manager was explaining the facts of Christmas decorations. “You should have called us first,” suggested Raymond Coy, installation manager. : “We have had several inquiries about the number of ornaments used in our decorations,” added Mac Hartley, supervisor of interior displays. “You are not the only one who wants to know.”
“We'll co-operate with you in getting a count,” -
Art Director Bill Ratcliffe laughed. “Don’t forget to subtract two from the total.” hb MRS. KELLY asked for volunfeers. Earl Hoppes raised his hand. The others were busy. During the course of indoctrination, I discovered the decorations in the store now got their start in July. Mrs. Kelly and her staff agreed then on a design. A drawing was sent to a display firm in New York to see if it could be produced. A sample was made and sent to Ayres, C.0.D. The model was scrutinized, taken part, finally approved. Part of the headache of Christmas decorations was over. $+ & THE TREES and the overhead swags of festoons arrived. Every tree has 25 branches that are attached to the trunk and 32 branches that have to be assembled. Each branch is marked and goes into a certain hole in the tree. The display firm attached the ornaments. “The entire display was, shipped from New York and not one ornament was broken,” said Mrs. Kelly. I pulled my head in through my size 15 collar. Twenty-five display men and women, working from 5 p. m. to 1 a, m., installed the decorations. They did it without breaking an ornament. “How many did you count on the tree when I came?” asked Mr. Hoppes.
It Happe By Earl Wilson
NEW YORK, N. Y., Dec. 10—Gloria Swanson’s the heroine of this story which we'll call “The Bone of Contention”—subtitled “Stay It Isn't So.” A whalebone stay in Gloria's gown busted lopse one night while she was on stage emoting at the opening of “Nina.” In the words of that old song, “What a Difference A Stay Makes.” Gloria was in a scene with her stage lover, David Niven. Suddenly a white piece of something about as big as a pencil was seen standing upright from the shoulder of her dress. . Then it began to rise and stood as high as her nose, like an exclamation point. “What the hell is that?” first-nighters began whispering. Of course Constance Bennett, Ilona Massey, Lisa Ferraday, Hope Hampton and other dolls in the audience knew it. was a stay that wasn’t staying. | “Can't she SEE it?” a woman asked almost aloud. : S & ’ GLORIA was the only one in the theater who couldn't see it. Niven could see it all too well. As he was in a love scene with her, he go$ into a clinch and fondled her a little, trying to get rid of the stay. “But I was pushing instead of pulling,” he lamanted to me afterward. “It kept getting higher and higher till it was like blinkers on a horse.” The audience, fascinated, whispered louder and louder, Miss Swanson emoted on never suspecting. “Finally”—she told me afterward—"I heard the whispering. I wondered if I'd lost something personal or intimate. “Then out of the corner of my eye I saw, it!” * S$ ON SHE TALKED, saying the right lines, but thinking, “If I yank it out, I may pull the whole bottom out of my dress. THAT'D be nice.”
Americana By Robert C. Ruark
NEW YORK, Dec. 10—When a man quits under the stress of storm, you have to believe one thing. When his resignation is accepted, whether coldly or eagerly, you have to believe the same thing. The man makes you believe that thing. Exactly 24 hours, give a minute or so, after a Chicago mouthpiece starte d talking shakedown to the tune of | half-a-million, the general counsel of the Internal Revenue Bureau quit, and his resignation was received without comment or, seemingly, surprise. Mr. Charles Oliphant, the resigned lawyer in question, beats his breast and shouts “lies!” lies!” to the charge that he was named as co-conspirator in a heavy shakedown, The guy who named him was former lawyer for the defunct criminal,” Al Capone. But Oliphant quit. And Harry Truman accepted the resignation.
¢ > IF I AM an honest guy and somebody who used to be a legal front for a murderous racketor gets up on the Congressional floor and says I am a blackmailing bum who tried to shake him for heavy coin, I do not think I will quit if I am innocent. I think I will try to make somebody prove that 1 am a blackmailing bum and I will holler and kick out the stalls and, if possible, I will get me a private eye and a sharp lawyer and use a little trouble for the fellow
f I cannot cal re accuses me. But I will not quit—if I am in-
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at me. : . Along these lines I do believe I talk like a
nks. To wit: If he is innocent, why does Note To wit: How come there have been so many strange coincidences involving graft and shakedowns and mink coats and pressure if everybody is so bloody innocent? To wit: Harry Truman is known for standing by his friends. Why does he accept the resignation of the Innocent, and demand the resignation of the “innocent, in the form of old T, Lamar Caudle, if every. body is so pure and gentle and above reproach?
Se & $ “YF I KEEP on thinking [ike a voter I will think a little bit 1fke this: I know that Harry is stubborn. The record tells us that he has been recurrently ‘stupid. He is possibly an honest man ~+very probably an honest man. So how come he has been surrounded by varying gradations of thieves without knowing it, unless he is stubborner than we think, stupider than we know from past performance? How come all of a sudden we to-shake all these monkeys out of trees? ean be that dumb, he doesn't know wha
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REPLACEMENT—Earl Hoppes of Ayres took over the counting-ornaments job from a leaf expert who was a bit too destructive.
“Ninety-four.” - “There are. 144 on each tree. Multiply 144 by 12 and you have 1728 ornaments on our interior main floor trees. Simple, isn’t it?” Yeh. “There are. 26 trees in the windows and each tree has 105 ornaments, That makes 1680.” Uh, huh.
MR. HOPPES wag stuck with the festoons. The meeting broke up. At last, we were going to count. “Hoppe” is quite a counter.: I could use a man like that. He beat me in counting the number of ornaments. He had 205 to a swag. “We only have to count one,” «said Hoppe. “Fach swag is the same. Multiply 205 by 64. What do you get?”
“Wait a minute. I'm not an IBM machine.” “I have 12,800 ornaments,” he said. “I have a line under the two figures.” _ * “On the main floor and”in the ‘windows, there are 16,208 ornaments.” “Wrong, there are 16,206. I broke two, remember?” > Gad, I have a reputation to maintain. The last word certainly should be mine even if I have to hreak ornaments to get it. Lots of ornaments.
Gloria Swanson Loses Her Stay
Managing to swing around with her back partly to the audience, she got hold of the stay, gave it an experimental tug. and found it loose. Quickly she pulled it out, tossed it over her shoulder all as part of a careless little gesture, and swung back around. The whispering ceased. 3 The glamorous ladies in the audience made no bones—or should I say made no whalebones— about it: it was a nightmare to them just watching and sympathizing with Gloria. - Her misbehaving stay-—which had worked its way through the top of the gown—goes down in history with a donkey that misbehaved once on opening night. But, as Shakespeare once said: “The Stay’s the Thing.”
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JOHN ROOSEVELT'S in Brooks Hospital in Brookline, Mass., for a leg operation . . . Brenda Frazier Kelly sampled the Champagne Room with artist Alajalov ... Today’s Daily Doubles: David Haft and Gloria DeHaven at the Latin Quarter, Evelyn Knight and Milton Berle at La Vie cn Rose.
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IRENE HERVEY (Mrs. Allan Jones) becomes a grandmother in June. Her dtr. Gail (Mrs. Chick Parnell) is expectin’ . . . Nevada Smith, ex-show gal who married rich Jack Frey, now tells dazzled friends, “I've just been out to Arizona looking at my ranch” , .. Joy Hodges and Paul Dudley are acting reconciley . . . Bette Davis and her husband Gary Merrill are to be built up as a romantic duo on the screen due to their picture, “Another Man's Poison.”
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WISH I'D SAID . THAT: “To a diplomat every girl is a woman and every woman a girl’— Merv Griffin,
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ASKED WHO DROVE So-and-So to drink, Dorothy Sarnoff replied, “Nobody ever drove her to drink but her chauffer”... That's Earl, brother.
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Ouirages Voter Bob
ates. Or he is so loyal to his associates he will
hold still for their carryings-on, out of butthead- ;
edness. Or he is a cynical supporter of the evil doings that beset us in the form of his associates. He has to be one of the three. He has to be plain dumb, stubbornly loyal and oblivious to the national welfare, or a party to the pillage. You tell me which. -
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I CANNOT believe that he was clean-handed in the abrupt firing of Gen. MacArthur, or in the continued support of unimportant. but embarrassing cronies like that vintage buck private, Harry Vaughan. As we go to vote next fall do not tell me that Bil] O’Dwyer’s abrupt decision to desert the mayoralty of New York, on the eve of a flowering scandal of graft and political pollution was a minor happenstance that occurred when Harry was too busy fishing at Key West to care. Somebody must have mentioned to him that O'Dwyer was too hot to handle this side of the ‘border, and so maybe we better make him ambassador to Mexico. Somebody must have asked the President's opinion.
If I am a voter I must get myself a little outraged at an Alli Baba government with petty larceny associates. I must question the probity of a man who quits on an unsubstantiated charge of venality, against a backdrop of proven corruption. I must question the intelligence and/or honesty of a chief executive who holds still for all the rustlers around him until their fingers get stuck on the cookies in the jar. I must be a pretty puzzled fellow as I mutter, on election eve: What have we bought for our blood and sweat? Just tears? .
Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith
Q.—~What is the best method for fireproofing a Christmas tree? No name, please A.—Every year some new chemical is offered as
the safest thing yet to fireproof your tree. Actually, it seems that standing cut (preferably
fresh cut) trees in water as soon as you can’
get them, then keeping water around the cut end while the tree is up, is about the best insurance. However, if you want to try a new meth-
Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column in The Sunday Times
. od, here’s one from Better Homes and Gardens, Use a pound of fertilizer grade ammonium phosphate (try your seed store for this) to two gallons of water. Soak the tree in the solution.
B. H. and G. says such a tree will char but not
burn if ignited. Another method given in the current Horticulture Magazine suggests spraying or soaking your tree in a solutipn of nine - parts waterglass to one part water plus a teaspoon of soap to each quart of water, 3 eB
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CHAPTER 7—
MURDER,"
By BURTON B. TURKUS and SID FEDE
MONDAY, DECEMBER 10, 1951
IT HAS become a popular pastime in recent years to lump the ugly Unione Siciliano and evil Mafia under one heading—and the directors of national crime enjoy
it no end. They know that not too much heat will gener-
ate under their cozy rackets. The most recent example of this misconception was achieved by the Kefauver Senate Crime Committee, Mafia, the committee reported, is “also known as the Black Hand and the Unfone Siciliano.” With no attempt to dim the fine work done by the Senators, I must insist that Unione is no more Mafia than ‘man i$_the ape. In fact, as a nationAl crime power, Mafia has been virtually extinct for two decades! = The inclusion of Black Hand -—a label just as headline-catch-ing as Mafia is even farther afield. Actually, striking evidence of this was uncovered early in the 1900's. One of law enforcement’'s great officers, New York Police Lieutenant Joe Petrosino, probed for years and found that anyone who sought to capitalize on. the fashionable terror simply wrote a letter, inked a hand on it, and sent it.
He proved, in fact, that no central Black Hand Society even existed — that it was a myth!
n on y IN THE late 19th Century, gangsters of Neapolitan Camorra and Sicilian Mafia crept into America “and preyed pri= marily on their decent newly arrived countrymen. As the years passed, the infants and the first generation born in the new world grew up in American ways-—particularly the ways of their environment. Many - rose to eminence; others took the easier road. : . Soon, these fledgling felons were resenting the clannishness of their older criminal compa-
triots, and the continued prey-
ing on their own countrymen. The youngsters referred to the Mafia elders as “The Handlebar Guys” and “The Moustache Petes,” because of hirsute adornments that were reasonable facsimiles of ceat hangers. The oldsters and the new Americanized criminal element were, however, grouped for descrip-
FORMOSA . . . No. 3—
as long as this is expounded,
EDITOR'S NOTE: This is the seventh of a series which trace the pattern of organized crime in America, The author was the prosecutor who sent seven Killers of Murder, Inc. to the electric chair In the famous Brooklyn trials. Mr. Feder is the well known press association: correspondent and magazine writer. These echapfers are taken from the. book, MURPER, INC,, just published by Farrar, Straus and Young,
tive purposes as “The Italian Society.” Early in Prohibition's triggerhappy era one Guiseppe Masseria moved in and, by conquest, won the Mafia. Since the head man of the society is always “the boss,” Masseria took to calling himself Joe the Boss, » ”n ” JOE PICKED his camp carefully. As manager for lower Manhattan, he chose a hard-jawed hoodlum of the Younger set, whose name, after syllabic alterations, was Salvatore Lucania, Lucania came to _ know the right people. He didwork for “Legs” Diamond and for Arnold Rothstein. He grew chummy, too, with Lepke, most infamous czar of industriallabor rackets ever spawned by crime. About then, too, he acquired his nickname. A rival's strongarm thugs hauled Lucania to Staten Island, across the harbor from Manhattan. There, they hung him up by his fingers, sliced him up somewhat, and applied cigarets to his anatomy. The cigarets were lit. Lucania wouldn't talk, even if it killed him—which it very nearly did.
After a while, they departed. They assumed that what was left would be found sooner or later. But Lucania didn't die. His left eye had a permanent droop, but he was alive. The boys simply named him
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Lucky—Lucky Luciano. As his mob stature grew; this was universally altered to Charley Lucky. :
” n » LUCKY did not think in Massgeria’s clannish old-coun-try ways. He became allied with the East coast rumrunning mob. There were associations with Frank Costello and Dandy Phil Kastel, the bucket shop manipulator who still handles Frank C.'s New Orleans . operations, and Charley (King) Solomon, the Boston mogul. Prohibition's rising unpopularity brought out a new type mob boss, cognizant of the danger in indiscriminate gang warfare, The trend was toward less inter-gang rivalry. “Combinations,” though, did
not appeal ‘to Joe the Boss. Basically isolationist, he was for Mafia supreme. Now,. to Joe, Lucky was chum as well as hired hand. So, when Lucky invited him to Scarpato’s restaurant in Coney Island for dinner one April day in 1931, Joe looked forward to it. *“Scarpato fixes the sauce like the old country,” Lucky recommended. “And the fish is great. Everything was just as Charley had promised. “A little cards, Guisepp'?” Lucky proposed after dinner. ‘Some three sevens, maybe . or brisco?"”
” ” n THEY played for about 45 minutes. Scarpato’'s Was empty now, except for the help in the kitchen. Lucky excused him-
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self, and disappeared into the men's room. It seems three triggermen came in, and fired five bullets into Joe. The Boss (ex) was slumped over. The lone bright spot of the ace of diamonds sparkled from his lifeless palm. It is no longer good manners to mention the diamond ace in certain circles—Ilike Mafia.
“As soon as I washed my hands,” explained Lucky, “I came right back.” Thus, he was unable to identify the killers of the last boss of’ the Mafia. Lucky was prevailed upon to move in as president of the society. And Unione emerged now, for the first time, as the dominant factor.
Salvatore Marrizano, or Maranzano, took charge of the remaining Moustache Petes— the oldsters of Mafia. He had an office high in the Grand Central Building, a-straddle Park Ave. in Manhattan. The sign on the door said “Real Estate.” Marrizano's major business was smuggling eriminals"'who were chased out of lower Italy. i $ uo FROM that point on, Mafia gradually merged into the national erime syndicate and lost its identity. Perhaps the strongest evidence against the Kefauver
Committee's concept of Mafia
was the very report of the committee itself. The Senators admit that in an investigation,
Of “d TUIl year, It was umible to
uncover a single member of Mafia—or anyone who even admitted he knew a member! Still, they insist that, somehow, Mafia is there today, in power! “One notable concrete piece of evidence,” the report contends, “is a photograph of 23 alleged Mafia leaders from all over the United States arrested in a Cleveland hotel in 1928.” Surely, the Senators realize that this “evidence” is now 23 years old. Should they read this, they will also note that this historic photo was snapped three years before Mafia was purged by Charlie Lucky.
(Copyright. 1851, by Burton B. Turkus and Sid Feder.)
TOMORROW: The Saga of Buggsy Siegel,
Chinese Nationalists Have ‘Lots Of Guts’
By JIM G. LUCAS Scripps-Howard Staff Writer
WITH THE NATIONALIST 67TH DIVISION ON MANEUVERS ON FORMOSA, Dec. 10—Lt. Gen.
Sun Li-jen watched his soldiers as they assaulted Tiger Head mountain. “This is an e X p eriment,” he said, “and ‘it's got to work. There's very little time, 80 jt must work.” | Free China's | 67th division is j a pilot model. ji
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In the past, ¥ Chinese divi- 4 sions have Mr. Lucas been much smaller than ours. They've
lacked the firepower and supporting weapons we consider essential. Frequently, Asian divisions were little bigger than one of our regiments. Gen. Sun. and Maj. Gen. William Chase, head of the United States Military Aid Advisory Group on Formosa, want to
change that. The 67th has been “beefed up,” until it resembles an American division. Instead of two regiments it has three. Each regiment has three battalions; each battalion three companies; each company. three platoons; each platoon three squads. It has tanks and supIt has as many vehicles as the Nationalists can muster, “If it works here,” the General said as he climbed from a jeep and started after = the maneuvering troops, “we'll use it everywhere.” * Maj. Irwin Appleton-of Lansing, Mich., a military adviser to the 67th Division, grinned.
“IF YOU want to talk with Gen. Sun,” he said, “you’ll have to go to the top of that mountain with his troops. That's where he's headed.” We started out. “Guess you want our impressions,” Maj. Appleton said as we walked. “We all have the same impression. These fellows
EDITOR'S NOTE—This is the third of a series of four articles about Formosa by Scripps-Howard Staff Writer, Jim G. Lucas.
have lots of guts and spirit, and they'll work like hell.” “They've got much to learn but they're learning. What they need most is more food. I don’t know how long they could take a gruelling campaign. After 25mile hikes, they're tired as men who've fought a week. Give them food and weapons and
they'll be O.K.” n = ~ GEN. SUN was lecturing a
soldier who'd exposed himself to “enemy fire.” He overheard Maj. Appleton and dropped back. “And shoes,” he said. “My men need shoes. You'd think that in equipping an army, shoes would come first.” The climb was getting steeper but Gen. Sun kept moving. This part of the assault was being made by a reinforced battalion—equipped with extra artillery, tanks and automatic weapons. The battle was getting realistic Demolition charges, exploded frequently to simulate artillery fire, made it seem like the real thing. Soldiers were firing blanks at the enemy ‘aggressor’ force higher up on Tiger Head. Already they'd got the spirit of the thing and were impatient to reach the top. Master Sgt. Lloyd Burch of Terre Haute, Ind., called his interpreter. ” » ” “TELL that machine gunner,” he said, “that if he’d move his position-a bit to the right he would have perfect cover, He's out in the open there.” The machine gunner, a sheepish grin on his face, moved. “Those men are bunching up too much,” Maj. Dick Wilkinson of Toano, Va., told a Chinese colonel. “Enemy fire on the flank could cut them to pieces.” The colonel scribbled furiously in a notebook. “This is the first maneuver of this type and size the Chinese ever had,” Maj. Appleton explained. “They’re going all right.
MAJ. GEN.~ WILLIAM CHASE—He wants a few changes made,
You'll hear lots of criticism from us but that's what maneuvers are for. There's much to criticize in our own maneuvers.” 8 » » GENERAL Sun was well ahead. Occasionally he stopped and. talked to Chinese enlisted men. The kids seemed scared. Privates’ are always scared when generals make conversation. “What kind of formation is this?” grumbled Master Sergt. Buel Massingill of Dalton, Ga, who until six weeks ago was fighting with the U. 8. 24th divigion in Korea. “It doesn’t make sense. These troops are wasting too much energy before they go into assault.” I asked if many Korean veterans were in Formosa. “Quite a few,” one of the officers answered. The assault had begun. Gen. Sun's troops charged to the top of Tiger Head, blowing whistles, bugles and shouting a battle cry, “Kill! Kill! Kill!”
” » ” “GOD, that's familiar,” said Sergeant Massingill, the Korean veteran, He couldn't suppress a shudder. “If it was 3 a. m. and raining, I'd swear I was back on the Parallel.”
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after the assault had begun. Gen. Sun watched the men while they theoretically -cleaned up the enemy. “Not very good,” he said sadly. “We must do better.” “I thought it was all right, sir.” Maj. Appleton said. “I see lots of improvement.” As we walked down the hill, the Major kept talking. “This is what we have in mind,” he said. “The trouble is we haven't gotten much equipnent yet. We're training them for an aggressive counter-of-fensive. If their enemy manages to seize any part of Formosa, we want them to be able to retake it.” Sun Li-jen dropped back and joined the conversation.
” » n “WE NEED equipment,” he said, “but too much equipment sometimes is not so good. We must depend on the soldier himself. Much of your American equipment doesn't always
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work in the Orient; it was dened for Europe. In this country we need cavalry, We must be able to go anywhere.” Back in Gen. Sun's headquarters, he reminisced about his school days at Virginia Military Institute and- his classmates who've fought in Korea. Someone said the new Marine commandant, Lt. General Lemuel Shephard, was a V.M.I. man. “He’s my Brother Rat,” Gen. Sun said proudly, Dinner was finished and Gen. Sun started back to Tiger Head. Another battalion was assaulting it that afternoon.
“I hope when we meet next time,” he said, “I am wearing my third star.” Lt. Gen. Sun Li-jen .removed the third star when he was driven from the mainland and swore pever to wear it again until he fights his way back. :
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Leading ‘Normal’ Life By C. B. ENGELKE United Press Staff Correspondent happy life. CHESTER HEIGHTS, Pa., Dec.(were married 10—Ten years ago next Monday D. C., in 1943. He works with a Capt. Colin Purdue Kelly Jr., 26, |chemical company in Marcus dove his Flying Fortress on a/Hook. She has a daily woman's Japanese battleship and became program over a Chester radio America's first hero of World station. War II. He left a baby son, Colin II[-—|life here with his family,” she called Corky. |said. “We try to protect him from The late President Franklin D. being forced to live in the shadow Roosevelt wrote a famous letter of his father. And Dr. Pedlow
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asked him to “consider the merits| Corky and Johnny go to a of a young American youth of Quaker school in nearby Westgoodly heritage—Colin P. Kelly town. III-—for appointment as a cadet| “In school they call me Colin,” in the U, 8. Military Academy at|/Corky said, West Point.” Corky, now 11, lives in a big|class.” white house with black shutters. With him are his mother, his|age”. generally, although stepfather, Dr. J. Watson Pedlow, month his sixth grade teacher and their sons, Jobn Jr. 8, and rated him just under that Gregory, 3. |punctuality, mathematical reasonCorky is a carbon cdpy of his'ing and art.
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