At a Hamden, Conn., circus performance, Alda May Cole, 19, stood balancing three lighted candles on her head in the centre ring. Across from her, Marksman Lou Morphy lifted his gun. Crack, crack, crack, out went the candles, one, two. three. Alda May Cole bowed to the applause, walked steadily out of the tent, collapsed in the passageway. Slug No. 1 had split as it shot out of the gun. Half of it had snuffed out candle No. i. The other half plunked into Alda May Cole's face, an eighth of an inch...
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