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SO MANY OF YOU HAVE ASKED ME TO
APPEAR IN WESTERN PICTURES, THAT
MY STUDIO IS GOING TO STAR ME’ IN A
NEW SERIES OF REAL WILD WEST
THRILLERS STARTING IN THE NEXT ISSUE
“HOPE WE'LL BE SEEING YOU ALONG THE
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‘Until two weeks ago, I was a! bum.
‘To never punched my brain out on a
time clock. I was Jimmy-Boy Frakes,
the guy who knew how to pick up a
spare buck without breaking his back
to do it.
Six months ago I was bumming
around in a little college town in up-
state Pennsylvania when I decided to
hop out to California, Let the East-
Coast suckers stick out the lousy
winter—I headed for warm days, sun-
shine, and movie stars like Betty
Grable, Linda Turner, and Carole
Landis. Hah!
So I picked out a likely car, bor-
rowed it, and headed west. The trip
was easy pickings. Three weeks
later I ditched the car just outside
Hollywood.
Well, after a couple month’s fun, I
ran low on dough. So I locked around
for a way to cop some real dough, to
make a big haul.
It was just about then that a news-
paper story really set Hollywood on
its ear, The story was about a dame
known only as the Black Cat, a female
who goes around in a mask fighting
crime, But, according to the papers,
she had reversed herself and robbed
@ guy known as W. I. Fischman, a big
shot producer, Fischman had spotted
the Black Cat rummaging through
his library safe, but he’s a fat guy and
bbe coulda’ move fast enough to stop
So the Black Cat had turned crook!
Well, I decided to cash in. I decided
to pulla robbery and_ leave 2 card
with the words Black Cat on i
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Morris, the second biggest producer
in town.
So, the night after the Black Cat
story is printed, I sneak out to Morris?
joint, I get one of the library windows
open. Bingo! What do I see across
the room? I see the Black Cat has
beaten me to the punch. She's there
robbing the safe.
So I tip-toed across the room and
Jet her have it on the skull with a
lamp. Then I lifted the dough she had
snitched, and then—well, then T took
off her mask.
You could’a knocked me over with
@ penny! It was Sally Spar, a dame
who used to work for Russell ‘The
Dip’ back in New York.
Just then I heard a voice. “I
thought this would be your next job!”
someone said) I turned around—it
was another Black Cat!
‘No dame scares Jimmy-Boy Frakes.
I rush this second Black Cat intend-
ing to brush her chin lightly with my
right fist.
But I am in for a grave surprise.
‘This Black Cat slaps my neck and I
see stars. Then she clips me with
ther elbow and I grab air and go down
for the count.
So later I wake up and find out that
the real Black Cat has cleared her
mame. But I am left behind the cight
ball
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was a bum. I never worked. But now!
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