Life — September 7, 1922 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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LIFE — SUNDAY EDITION ak HOW CLEABY SLAYER ESCAPED a » ae Above diagram illustrates probable route of escape taken by the murderer in THE GREAT CLEABY KILLING MYSTERY. Although Li Costi- i gerry, of the narcotic squad, believes that the murder was effected with a dull, blunt’ instru.nent, the clues (2A-10A) found on the floor may have had something to do with it. ~ SLEUTHS SEEK CLEABY SLAYER (Continued from seventh page) Launch, Mr. Lazarus sat down to din- ner at 7 o’clock on the evening of the murder, and, it is stated, ate hearty. On going out into the side yard at about 7:15 in order to get some grass for his dessert, Mrs. Launch, according to her story, heard shouts and screams of “Murder” coming from the Cleaby house followed by a burst of flame en- veloping the entire upper stories. She thought nothing of it at the time as Mr. Cleaby was known to be eccentric, but later on, after dinner, on going to the window to see if the roof was still burn- ing and hearing nothing, she wondered if anything had happened to Mr. Cleaby. According to the story she told to the police, she then spoke to Mr. Lazarus concerning her suspicions but he had left the house in the meantime and could not hear her. She then, it is stated, put the matter out of her mind and went back to Ireland where sh¢ was born, Were There Women in “Satyr’’Cleaby’s Life? BY ADELLA SYCAMORE CRUNCH What does a fragile little golden- haired woman, crooning lullabies over a bottle of Scotch, know of the Cleaby murder? Only fifteen years ago, Clara Auster- holtz came to City Island from the great, simple West, her blue eyes wide with the wonder of it all. All too soon were those blue eyes to see the truth of the saying that there is a broken heart for every banana peel on those pleasure-mad shores. Loved and sheltered from birth, Clara had risen to belledom as the only daughter of a wealthy brakeman of Ginsberg Falls, Utah. But trouble came, even to the petted society beauty. Mr. Austerholtz ‘fell and gave his ankle a nasty wrench, and before many months had gone by, his gentle, gray- haired wife developed a heavy cold. The spoiled darling of the younger set of Ginsberg Falls must go out into the world and seek a living. Dazzled by Wealth It was while she was demonstrating elastic garments in a drug-store window that Theodore Cleaby saw her and de- manded an introduction. _ Brilliant, masterful creature that he was, how could Clara help but be dazzled by him? Men like the famous quoit- thrower need no lessons in overcoming the scruples of little working-girls from Ginsberg Falls. It was the ever-old, ever-new story, Clara listened to those poisoned promises, and believed. She went with the Wolf of Nevis to the Hippodrome. So far as the world knew, they were man and wife. And then? Ah, what is ever the “and then” for girls like Clara Auster- holtz? All she can do is pray that those two tender hearts back in Gins- berg Falls may never know, and come East to be supported. The Other Women But the golden-haired society belle of Ginsberg Falls was but an incident in the career of the strange, silent liv- ery-stableman. What other women were there in that mad, wild life? Ask, if you dare, Sophie Ulch, she whom Broadway calls the Kumyss Girl; ask Minnette Oust, the daring lancers-dan- cer of the white-lit cabarets; ask Mrs. Sydney Groheim, once the darling of the Four Hundred, who is now running a certain little cigar and stationery shop on exclusive Amsterdam Avenue. So you're puzzled, are you, Mr. Dis- trict Attorney, as to who could have wanted to murder “Satyr” Cleaby? Cherchez la Femme! 1 | WHAT’S GOING ON TODAY | 11:00 A. M. Mrs, Emmet Finley will stall new Ford in middle of Fifth Avenue and 38th Street. 12:00 M. Purnell (‘“Dare-Devil”) Rogers will chase straw hat through crowded traffic, Broad Street. 2:43 P. M. Hook and Ladder Com- pany No. 6 will answer false alarm, Vesey Street. 3:00 P. M. Demonstration of the manufacture of Turkish cigarettes in front window of K. Poppopoppolous’ tobacco store, 56 West 48th Street; open to general public. 3:15 P. M. S. Rabinowitz, family and furniture will be ejected from their former residence, 557 Hester Street. 3:30 P. M. Master Harley Plush will detach himself from his mother’s hand and become total loss in crowd, Sixth Avenue and 35th Street. 3:49 P. M. Mrs. McElroy Plush, mother of Master Harley Plush will discover loss and will promptly faint, Gimbel’s Store, third floor, rear. 5:19 P. M. Conductor James Hooey will reprimand young man for leaning against bell, Fifth Avenue Bus No. 638, Route No. 5. 8:45 P. M. Miss Isabell Nussbaum will entertain neighbors with popular music on her new player piano; The Portaferry, West 83rd Street. 9:33 P. M. “What’s the Matter With Ireland?” soap-box lecture will be delivered by Aloysius Ginsberg, Columbus Circle, North. “SUE” TWILL SEEKS MILLION HEART BALM (Continued from sixth page) Sandusky. Of course I knew that Ole (she explained, with a wistful little smile, that that was her pet name for Mr. Mullen), of course I knew that Ole was married. In fact, he has been married three times since I first met him. “But after all, what is marriage? Do you not feel that it is a foolish relic of the Victorian age when women were little better than slaves? Is our love less sacred because no minister ever muttered a few words over us? “Ole has ruined my life—and now he’s got to PAY. He’s got to pay big. T’'ll get that crook, if it’s the last thing I ever do.” When interviewed by a SUNDAY LIFE reporter at his luxurious apart- ments in the West Side Y. M. C. A, Mr. Mullen is said to have state “There must have been some mis- take.” ODDITIES IN THE DAY'S NEWS Norwalk woman eats clams and discovers lover missing twenty- seven years. Couple in Wilmerding, R. I., fall sixty feet and land laughing. Empty house in Rosh, Wisconsin, disappears during night and is found next morning floating in lake. Lightning sweeps butter off ear of corn being eaten by Plimith, 0., man, MAIL “SPEEDS” AT HALF MILE PER YEAR RATE Gallus Letter, Posted in 1883, Gallops to Gotham Goal in Nearly 40 Years A letter mailed in Rutherford, N, J, nearly forty years ago, was delivered at its New York destination yesterday, thereby establishing what is believed to be a record. The letter, postmarked Jan. 19, 1883, was received by Ames J. Thunkmorton, of 265314 Seventh Ave., a Civil War veteran, who was living with relatives at the time that the letter was mailed. The writer of the letter was the Little Falls Suspender Co., and the letter itself referred to the shipment of a pair of suspenders to the veteran, who, it was alleged, had through some inadvertence failed to remit the proper amount. Postal officials were at a loss to explain how the letter had remained undelivered in the thirty-two years that Burleson was not Postmaster-Gen- eral. BIG GALE MAKES HAVOC (Continued from seventh page) home, “and the first thing I knew a tremendous cracker-box was __ flung against my chest and upper head, 1 immediately called for the police and here I am.” The wind played odd pranks in the Twine Hill section, pulling all the stitches out of a sweater on which Miss Edna Ramble of 375 Half Division St. was working and throwing Miss Ramble into a nearby Gloucester hammock with such force that she was not found until ten hours later. Little Beatrice Noggici, age three, of 111 Ventricle Drive, was playing at lynching a tiny comrade in the lot be- hind her father’s store when the storm broke. The wind lifted her from the ground and carried her seven miles across the bay where it deposited her unhurt in a mai On being picked up by George LaBlert, of 1653 North Dee St., however, it was discovered that the violence of her experience had changed her into a five year old boy Mrs. Noggici was prostrated on being informed of the accident to her daugh- ter, but Mr. Noggici, who saw the re- porters, said: “I always wanted a boy anyway. I have nothing to say WRENTHAM, Sept. 7.—This sec- tion of the state was swept by a terrific storm of rain and duck’s-eggs late to- day. Lightning wrought strange havoc in several instances, striking the steeple of the Renfrew Congregational Church eleven times in succession within ten minutes. An investigation is being held. LISTEN, Sept. 7.—The storm which did such damage in the northern part of the state late today and early yester- day took the form of a shower of moths in this township. Moths esti- mated at fourteen or fifteen ounces apiece in weight fell, covering the ground to a depth of three or four inches in some places. Such a phenom- enon has not occurred here since 1850, and it has since been proved that it did not occur then, comicbooks.com