Two years ago in Omaha, Neb., one Tony Veneziano clutched his throat and toppled into the gutter, never to move again. One Paul Blackwood, accused of his murder, pleaded self-defense, was set free. Last week some gentlemen behind a fence shot and killed Blackwood and his wife as they walked home from the theatre. A detective questioned Mrs. Veneziano.
"How should I know who keela da beeg pumpo? ... If they not keel heem, I keel him some day myself. . . . Since Tony die my keeds have eat no chicken, no...
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