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if HtmTOirajfl0 Sim lit ftltanir 5ilr WEIRD PHOTO A Remarkably Effective Double 1 Exposure Study of Baron Willy Droste in Hit Sensational "Ab-inthe Dance," Which Was the Rage of Europe. Posed With Him Is Miss Rotalinde Fuller, American Actress, Who Never Was Linked With "High Life" Activities. started to run, but a crowd pursued him and the crashing shots, milk bottles and torpedoes increased in volume. This was what we heard, riding by a block away in a headquarters car. Knowing that several gangs had been waiting to get at each other's throats for a fortnight past, we all jumped from the car with drawn guns, sure that people were killing each other down the alley.

By the time we entered at one end, the terrified man had taken to his heels and made the other end of the alley, while a shouting band of pursuers followed close. We decided that the expensively-groomed quarry was being murdered and fired into the crowd. Two men fell with fortunately flesh wounds, while the others promptly dispersed. 1 Ten minutes later we knew FEATURES OF THE FAMOUS SLEUTH ANALYZED By WILLIAM E. BENTON (Noted Phytiofiwmiat and Character AnaJytt) if rpjfO-CVfT MURPHY a very good tub fed for character ttuiy be-M.

dm he ia an inleretting dumt character. Murphy wa atked to ploy a rt wkoro ho kod to ut gmiu mod, Judging from hi ihorp, tool eyet, with their level goto, hi high, orthed row mnd generolly lharp, dittinct feature, ho torn dourly, coolly, end apparently eould mmke good uo of hit gun when ho needed them. In mm outlaw thete characteristic mould have been hod for society, but Im mm officer mnd guardian of the law they arc valuable. Being on the narcotic iquod, dealing with dope fiend, peddler mnd people mho ore frequenty coward by nature but cold-blooded killer when Inflamed by drug, ho had to bo able to think quickly mnd ttraight. Hit high, mell-deoeloped forehead thorn good memory mnd a well-balanced mind, to I believe hit judgment unmtmmUy good.

Tke heavy vertical wrinkle between the eye mould indicate thmt for tome time ho hot been doing a lot of concentrated thinking. The face a whole It thoughtful, kindly though firm (nolo ttiff upper Up) mmi tcientifU. Why mm I tmying to many nica thing about Two-Cm" Murphy? Oh, he hoi hi fault. The two tide of hi face differ hmt enough to thorn dual nature. Ho hot a oery mobUe, expreuive face mnd mould have boom good actor, to, no doubt, kit dltguke mere mot eaty to penetrate.

Tm turo kit kUtory of narrow etcapet mould promo him eopoblo of out-crooking the crook to catch him. Hit chin It ttromg, but mot brutal, mkkk lead otto to believe he mod mo mora fore than necestery. IN? I T' ii PREMIERE DANSEUSE An Exotic Study of Anita Berber' at the Apex of Her Startling Career, Before Drugs Dragged Her Down. vince you that this is one of the mose devastating implements that the devil ever devised. If chance should throw it in your path, I implore you to avoid it as you would the plague.

Between dope raids, gun-play and drug tragedies that were the "Real McCoy" in my experiences, it may be interesting to recount one episode which turned out to be more in the movie tradition, even though several business-like shots were fired. Two detectives from the City Hall Station of Philadelphia figured with me in the affair, and all three of us were forced to undergo a good deal of ragging from other officers and friends as a result. It occurred in 1926, while I was assigned to the Philadelphia detail. A practical joke was responsible for it all. I shall go back and tell what I did not learn until later the events leading up to the climax.

It seems that a certain wealthy West Philadelphia restaurant owner had been boasting to a friend of his irresistible appeal to the ladies. Swaggeringly he declared that his conquests extended from coast to coast and that he was frequently annoyed by the fair sex's persistent attentions. The friend expressed appropriate awe and added "That's too bad, because I know a lovely girl who has seen you several times and is aching to meet you." the whole story and were rushing the two wounded men to the-hospital. There it was announced that they had only been "nipped," one in the hand and the. other in the leg, and would be up and around in a few days.

I could go on indefinitely telling of episodes like this but I have tried to pick only those that were particularly hilarious. The life of a narcotic agent seldom is without its comic reliefs. Of course, this affair was intrinsically humorous, but it might have resulted in serious injury, even death: Practical jokes carried to extremes often end in situations far from comic. At least the Don Juaning restaurateur learned his lesson I have no doubt that he did not speak so freely afterwards of the hearts captured by his charm. The Life of a Dope Agent Is Not All Tears Incidentally, one of the people who got a big laugh from this adventure of mine was Texas Guinan, my good friend and far-famed nightclub entertainer.

Miss Guinan and I struck upl an acquaintance early in my Broadway days ofj narcotic She declared that I was one' of the officers who proved to her that the cops' weren't so bad, after all. And I can say that1 none of us ever had to watch her clubs as we did some others the racketeers steered clear, of the places over which she presided. I hope that these amusing interludes; recounted from time to time in this series, have riot prevented anyone from feeling the really alarming seriousness of the illicit dope trade in America and in all the civilized world There is no disease and no national peril that approaches opium, the Scorpion of the Orient that has been bred in the Occident so fruitfully, in its menace to every one of Us. In my concluding chapter next week I hope to wind up with a true and graphic picture of just what proportions the dope traffic has reached in 1929 America. The figures that I quote should be of interest to every patriotic citizen who wants the world to be a better place in which to live.

The last chapter will contain several of the dramatic and exciting adventures which have befallen me and which have been omitted from' preceding installments. Among these is the raid on the. Brooklyn Black Hand gang, one of the most dangerous incidents of my entire in which a woman prevented us from confiscating an enormous quantity of dope. And I shall dwell briefly in review on some of the picturesque characters and underworld lights I have known. I shall tell what has hap-pened to them and where they are now.

The Chinatowns of the various cities will be described: today in cohtrast to what they were a few years ago. Finally, I shall sum up once more the only plan, which in my opinion, offers any hope of relief from the vicious traffic. In many respects I believe my concluding chapter will be the most interesting of the series. (To Be Concluded) nationally noted man of letters, had taken the drug. He never became an addict, for the two experiments he made with Cannabis Indies were so terrifying that he "swore off" for life.

But the knowledge he gained was remarkable. Hasheesh, he told me, was a vegetable product culled from the flowering tops of the Indian hemp. Up to the passage of the Harrison Act in 1921, it was kept in drug stores as casually as quinine but just try to buy some now I The stuff, once used in corn plasters and veterinary medicines, is mentioned in The Arabian Nights, and Oriental yogis and holy men take it to attain Samadhi, or the state of "oneness with the universe." The First Effect Buoying to Him, Later Results Not So Good My friend, the novelist, described in terms of appalling precision what the drug did to him. The sticky, dark green solution was measured out to him in a dosage of twelve drops hourly, taken in sherry or coffee. The first effects were of calm introspection and placidity, succeeded by the illusion of his own Intellectual brilliance.

Successive moods ran the gamut from illusions of space and time to a seizure verging on mania. The room in which he teat tealed thot up to an enormout height! A teemed to be at the bottom of a tcetl. When people patted through the room, their gait appeared to be prolonged for week and months. The turning on of a water tap founded tthe the tinkling of a thousand fountains. But It was not all so pleasant as this.

Eventually he began to discern his companions stripped of flesh, done ing bony Dance of Death. He perceived their voices as golden wires issuing, not from their, mouths, but from their He told me many Other horrible things about hasheesh, but I have described enough to con- cloe his aptrtment door hastily. I showed him my badge. In the room was a gathering of a typical crowd of Greenwich Village bohemians. There were a few older people present, but most of them were young.

A girl held a champagne glass containing, I guessed, a cocktail made of bad gin while she wavered on her feet. She was nineteen or twenty at most, and I was surprised to see an opium pipe in her other hand. I had never heard of people smoking opium and drink ing at the same time, outside of colorful fiction accounts written by people who know nothing about dope. All the guests were either mildly drunk or quite drunk. I sized up the situation and decided that some "artistic" youngster had procured a few opium pipes from somewhere, and, when the party began to go stale, the suggestion had been made that opium be procured to go with them.

Instead of opium, which is bulky, the peddler had suggested marihuana, or hasheesh, which I found on him. I cautioned the young bohemians to adjourn their party and not attempt another of its kind. With an additional warning that they would all be watched by narcotic agents for some time to come, I departed with the peddler for Police Headquarters. It was on marihuana parties like this composed of young persons, perhaps away from home for the first time, and in search of a forbidden "jolt" that a considerable percentage of America's known 1,000,000 addicts began the dreary down trail. It almost unnecessary to reiterate at this point that my knowledge of the effects of this most sinister concoction was not gained at first hand.

My informant, a charming and cultured gentleman, who has since then become an inter But the Ardent Swain Forgot She Had a. Husband The big spaghetti man was interested at once. He averred that he would be only too glad to pay a visit to the lady in question, out of the kindness of his heart. The friend sighed and admitted that this would be difficult, as the bedazzled fair one was thoroughly married to a husky and jealous husband. However, he would try to fix a rendezvous if the soup-to-nuts king was still willing.

Needless to say, he was. The evening and hour was arranged. The antipasto magnate arrived on time and stepped from his limousine at Ninth and Catherine Streets. He bore gifts. In one hand was a basket of fruit and in the other a box of candy, The friend, of course, was also on hand.

Restraining his laughter, he whispered to the benighted wooer that "Rosy," the young woman who had admired him from afar, was waiting at the farther end of a dark alley. No sooner had the caviar tycoon entered the shadows than a great hue and cry went up from the assembled crowd, who were "in" on the joke. The friend shouted a warning that the husband had found out about the clandestine visit, while milk bottles, toy torpedoes and pistol shots made a hideous din in the ears of the well-dressed would-be swain and dinner czar. He.