10-Story Detective Magazine, April 1946 — page 55: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“Welcome Homicide, Louie!” “Alvin Hinkey’’ Yawmr By Joe Archibald him along to the next homicide binge. And nearly gets his pal | To greet a returning G./., the D.A,’s daffiest detective drags handed the keys to the city’s cadaver cooler. into the precinct house one night and get the surprise of our lives. No, it is not a fresh corpse stretched out on the floor, but Louis Gazfunkle in the flesh. Louis has five Hershey bara on his sleeve, and plenty of fruit salad on his massive bosom. He has filled out since we saw him off to the wars. His face shows all the signs that he has not been in Africa and Italy just to study the cus- toma of the people. FH litte tne NOONAN and I walk “Why, Louie,” Hambone Noonan yelpa aud aticks out his big paw. “An’ you didn’ even lose a leg?” “Sf I had, beetlehead,” Louis says, “I~ would of brought it home an’ wrapped MH about your neck, You look dumber than you did pre-war, Hambone. Alvin, you been overestimatin’ the big proon even in your let—” “Ha,” I says. “How was the gondolas in Venice, huh?” “T bet he left a lot of 'em broken-heart- ed, Alvin,” Noonan grins. Louie shakes his head. He says to me, “Same old Noonan. Should I tell him how I hated to leave Florence and how 1 robbed a Venetian blind?” “So what harm was there?” Hambone says. “Everybody is black-marketin’ over there. When you really woin’ te git out, Louie?” “Tell take me about as long as the last rap I hung on a guy,” Lowie says. “About ninety days. You know what? The com- ‘ Comiclsoolks C©