The Buster Keaton Story (Paramount). The policeman circled the object suspiciously. Its face looked like something that had crawled up through the collar and died. On top of it, as though to keep the flies off, sat a filthy felt skimmer the shape of a garbage-can lid. The soup-stained Ascot tie was asserted by a simple clothespin. The black serge suit was sizes too small and green with experience. The slap shoes were as big as cantaloupe crates.
The policeman fingered his chin. Should he take the thing to jail or to the city dump? And then all at once it started...
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