Events in a man's life often culminate queerly, as if manipulated for dramatic effect by an unseen director who, with megaphone to lips, soundlessly thunders : "Register! This is the headline scene. Strut! This is the big-act." Such a climax occurred one day last week in the career of an undersized gentleman who was perceived, at dawn, walking up and down the terrace of his villa at Beverly Hills, Calif. A medical man in his employ issued from the house and crossed the grass to the little...
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