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Show ' Crazy Kennedy, Detective Solves Knotty Problems By RING W. LARDNER. CHAPTER I. T-vID you ever hear me speak U of Ira Wolfgang?" said Crazy Kennedy one morning, taking tak-ing a fresh chew. "No," I denied. ' ' ' He, ' ' said Kennedy, ' ' was a resident of Ottumwa, la., where 1 was born. He kept a grocery there. Now he is in the wholesale undertaking under-taking business here in town." "What about him" I inquired. ' ' Well, ' ' said Crazy, ' ' I received a letter from his wife yesterday afternoou. She is very much worried wor-ried about her sou, who has ."just been canned from college for general gen-eral all-around flunking. She wants mo to visit her home and observe him face to face, and tell her for what walk in life he is fitted. I'd be grateful if you would accompany accom-pany me. Perhaps you might help me. You never have yet, but I believe be-lieve in the law of averages." Without another word, pro or con, Kennedy and I donned our spring wraps and started for the Wolfgangs' Wolf-gangs' house on the north side. CHAPTER 2. j ff"Vti Kennedy, '' was Mrs. i J Wolfgang's greeting as she removed her gum, "I'm so glad to see you. And," glancing at me, "also your hook-nosed friend." "Oh. Mr. Kennedy, T am so glad to see you. And also your hook-nosed friend." "This is Mr. Morrison," said Crazy, overlooking the palpable insult in-sult to me. "He is a reporter." "Well, said Mrs. Wolfgang, "I should think he had a great noBe for news or anything else." Smiling pleasantly, she led us I into a stylish living room., where was seated the foolishest looking young man I ever saw. "Stupid," said our hostess, addressing ad-dressing the vouth, "this is Mr. Crazy Kennedy, the famous detective, de-tective, and his tuba-nosed friend, Mr. Morrison, whom he has dragged along. Mr. Kennedv is here to look you over and see what 's the matter with you." i The young man maintained a crude silence. Kennedy observed him for some time. i "What is your name, boy?" j asked my friend at length. "Hah." replied the heir to the Wolfgang menage. , "What would you like to be?" "Bah," repeated the youth. Kennedy shrugged his left shoulder shoul-der and glanced meaningly at the so-called lady of the house. "He should be a goat-tender," he said. "He has .balked at almost every profession," said Stupid's maternal mater-nal ancestor. ' ' He has no talent for the ministry, for medicine, for .i0ir-nalism, .i0ir-nalism, for music, for housekeeping, for athletics; in fact, he has no talent tal-ent for nothing." 1 COULD see Kennedy's left nostril nos-tril bounce up and down as it always did when he was hot on the scent. I knew our mystery was drawing near solution. "Boy," he said to the youth, "have you ever heard this " gag? What is it that's black and white and read all over?" "Bah," said Stupid. "I see you'll never guess," said Kennedy. "It's a newspaper." "Bah," said the boy without cracking a smile. "I thought so," said Kennedy excitedly. ex-citedly. "The boy- can't see a joke." My friend whisked a current, magazine out of his vest pocket and glanced hurriedly through the advertising ad-vertising section. Finding the pa go he sought, he tore it out and handed 'Continued on Pap Three.) CRAZY KM IS MIS DETECTIVE (Continued fiom Page One.) it to young Wolfgang, together with a pen and a piece of Bristol board. ''Cony this sketch, ' he said. And in less time than it takes to write it on this machine, whose ribbon is jkS I pail "Boy." he ?nid to the youth, "have you ever heard this gaK?" all shot, to pieces, (ho boy had ma.d an almost perfect, enpv of the pic-tufe pic-tufe Crazy had handed him. "Mrs. Wolfgang," said my friend, "it's as plain as tho noso on .Morrison 'a face. Your sou is a born pontic art jut. " "Bah," interrupted the youth. |