Many a fantastic tale was told of the late William J. Fallen, debonair, daring, egotistical criminal defender for many of Manhattan's biggest racketeers two decades ago. None was more fantastic than Fallon's reputed stunt of gulleting a bottle of poison, completing his argument to the jury, sauntering out of the court and then rushing frantically to a private room where waiting doctors cleaned him out with a stomach pump.
Last week the City of New York defeated a $1,000 damage suit by a similar courtroom gesture. A Mrs. Marion Owens, watching some Park...
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