I hear you were seen running through Portugal in used B.V.D.'s, chewing ground glass and collecting material for a story about bou...le players; that you were publicity man for Lindbergh; that you have finished a novel a hundred thousand words long consisting entirely of the word "balls" used in new groupings; that you have been naturalized a Spaniard, dress always in a wine-skin with "zipper" vent and are engaged in bootlegging Spanish Fly between St. Sebastian and Biarritz where your agents sprinkle it on the floor of the Casino. I hope I have been misinformed but, alas!, it all has too true a ring.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I got it: Man Without Head Kills Rich Jeweler. What an eight- column spread that'd be on the front page. Why that's the greatest s...tory since Lindbergh flew to Paris. Oh boy, if only it was true.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each se...cond into new uncharted seas.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »