Confidential File
Looking Back at ’58; Looking Ahead to ’59
In this business, all years go by fast. But ’58, somehow, seemed to be out to break records.
It just doesn’t seem like a year ago this week that I sat down with Tim Moore, TV’s fabulous Kingfish, after his famous shotgun feud with his in-laws.
He told me then: “A man who’s got three score and 10 years behind him ought to retire, and that’s what I’m going to do.
“I’m going to go home to Rock Island,” the veteran showman said. “I’m going to sit down on the porch. And I’m going to loaf.
“And,” he added, “I’m going to do it slowly.”
But Kingfish never quite made it home. He died in General Hospital just before Christmas. Continue reading
Deer Fokes:
It is an era of compulsions. Apparently everyone has had them all along but now it’s considered not only proper but fashionable to express them, no matter in what murky paths they lead.













By the end of 1938, Weldon sensed that he was a marked man and that death was not far off. He could have stayed out of Los Angeles and maybe he would have lived–at least for a while. But he evidently decided to face whoever it was that killed him in what The Times called the “perfect murder case” — a case that was never solved.



