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Show r r c C ( less than a block from his home in Portland, Ore., by a milkman at 4:30 a.m. A bullet had lodged in his skull. Morrows wallet contained $20, so robbery as a motive was ruled out. Young Morrow was well known in Portland because of his football exploits, first in high school, later as captain of the team at the Portland Iron Works where he had been employed. The victim had spent the previous evening with the girl he was engaged to marry and apparently was slain shortly after he got off a streetcar and started walking home. Residents of the block had heard a shot at 12:15 a.m., which was fixed as the time of the crime. Police quickly learned that at least two persons could have had a motive for murdering Morrow. One was a former suitor of his fiancee. Though he knew of her engagement to Morrow, he had refused to give her up and still tried to see her. But he proved that he was on the other side of the city at 12:15, and was cleared. The other suspect was also a popular football player who had wanted to be captain of the team. When Morrow had won out at a plant election, he became so angry he quit his job. Police went to his room and found a .32 caliber revolver with two bullets missing. But the young man gave a satisfactory alibi and was definitely cleared when the fatal bullet proved to be a .44 caliber. When no other clues could be found, detectives began canvassing the neighborhood. They talked to dozens of people before they finally found one who had been returning home after midnight. He told of seeing two strangers walking toward the bridge over the Willamette River which bisects the city. He said one of the men was short and stocky; the other was tall and slender and talked in a soft voice, with a Southern accent. He also said that both wore brown topcoats and black hats. Having no other leads, the detectives followed the trail of the two men. They had stopped at a saloon not far from the bridge. The bridge tender said he had talked to the two men, one of whom had thrown something into the river. The bridge tender had reminded him that it was illegal to toss articles off the bridge. The man with the Southern accent explained it was an empty whiskey bottle and apologized. They had left then, saying they were going somewhere to eat. Those are our boys, said one of the officers. Were on the right trail. They canvassed restaurants and found a blonde waitress who had served the two men. She said the short, stocky man had asked her for a date and she had finally agreed, bringing a girl friend for the tall Southerner. But the date iron-wor- ks . i i i I j t I Two cellophane wrapped stacks of cookies in a cellophane bag ' MBVO This beautiful blend of creamy filling and crisp wafers is even better than you remembered it. LORNA F" SUQfiT WflferS if j V , DOONI SHORTBREAD So many good things, like butter, go into the making of this richly delicious cookie WHY STOP THE FUN WITH ONLY ONE? THEYRE PURE NABISCO COOKIES! c fit |