Five shots for a dime, twenty for a quarter, from a real man-killing gun. In Louisville, Ky., one Charles J. Smith eyed the shooting gallery nightly as he hobbled home on crutches. Men seemed to have fun popping the gaudy ducks, and the ducks did not mind even when they were hit. One night last week he hobbled up to the counter, threw down his crutches, paid a dime. His first shot did no harm. His second he put carefully through his own head. In his pocket police found a note to his...
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