Twenty-four pounds lighter but scot free, Charles Edwin Mitchell took his wife off to the plutocratic quietude of Southampton, L. I. last week. Gone were the baggy grey suit, the patched shirt, the stained fedora which he wore through the six weeks of his Manhattan tax evasion trial, the last 25 hours of which the jury had spent locked in deliberation. "Sunshine Charlie" was now dressed to the nines in well-pressed, well-cut haberdashery and on his greying head rested a finely-woven Panama that swayed to the least puff of breeze. He "had...
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