Kiss

"Send a reporter to 815 Market Street if you want to see a slacker beaten up:" the city desk of the St. Louis Star was anonymously advised by telephone one day last week.

At that address a Star newshawk found a crowd standing outside the Coffee Mug restaurant run by one Max Komen who served 5-c- breakfasts, 15-c- lunches. In the centre of the crowd stood a 200-lb, jobless cook named Robert Wright. Yelled Cook Wright: "I asked that -- -- -- --* Komen where his Blue Eagle was. He said 'To hell with the Blue Eagle.' Come out here on the street, Komen, and get what's comin' to you."

Restaurateur Komen, weight 130 lb. came out. "So you won't join the NRA?" shrieked Wright, leaping upon him, pummeling his face until the blood ran, tearing one ear loose. Somebody held up an NRA emblem. Wright pushed Komen's face against it, held it there until Komen's gory lips kissed it. The crowd whooped with glee. Wright was jailed. Komen promised to join the NRA Sept. 1.

*Profanity deleted.--ED.

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