Tony

Two years ago in Omaha, Neb., one Tony Veneziano clutched his throat and toppled into the gutter, never to move again. One Paul Blackwood, accused of his murder, pleaded self-defense, was set free. Last week some gentlemen behind a fence shot and killed Blackwood and his wife as they walked home from the theatre. A detective questioned Mrs. Veneziano.

"How should I know who keela da beeg pumpo? ... If they not keel heem, I keel him some day myself. . . . Since Tony die my keeds have eat no chicken, no sir. . . . Tonight de bambini and me, we eat chicken till we bust. . . ."