The Hot Canary

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She sang for her supper, but did something else for her midnight snack.

From the back:

Underage and Oversized

Young Donnie’s voice was not so hot, but everything else about her was. When she made her first public appearance she wore a red jersey top, one size too small, and a pair of short shorts. The men in the audience did not care whether or not Donnie could sing. So started her climb to the top, but to get there she had to spend a lot of time on the bottom.

She Learned That The Sweet Smell Of Success Need Not Come From A Bed Of Roses.

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The Revolt of Mamie Stover

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The Flaming Story Of A “Hostess” To 51,840 Soldiers

This is what happened to Mamie Stover, a six-foot tall girl from Mississippi, with a shock of yellow hair and a ferocious determination to get rich and respectable. She won a beauty contest, got tossed out of Hollywood and landed in Honolulu, where with the assistance of a war and the U.S. Army she made her pile and an indelible impression on thousands of American flghting men.

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The House Next Door

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Every Home in the Block Looked Alike — But One of Them Hid a Killer!

From the back:

Len Nielsen stumbled tipsily into the wrong house among the look-alike homes of Fair-lawn Acres one night, fell into bed in the dark—and woke beside a stranger’s corpse!
Police jeered when he couldn’t find the house by daylight. But when a babysitter was brutally slain outside Len’s own door, he was jailed—and only his wife was left to search the panic-stricken suburb for the real murderer in this harrowing thriller

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The Death Dealers

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It Was Murder — Cold-Blooded, Calculated Murder!

From back cover:

I found Ralph’s body in the chemistry laboratory. The police called it suicide. But I knew better. It was murder — cold-blooded murder! The trouble was, though, that if I told the police what I knew it would make me SUSPECT NUMBER ONE!

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