"Doc Meriwether was one of the most picturesque characters in the Middle West. He was tall, broad-shouldered and gaunt. He wore a Van Dyke beard and pince-nez glasses. He usually dressed in black - black trousers and black frock coat with extra long tails. He wore a flowing black cravat that covered half his shirt front.

On the far west side of Chicago, Doc Meriwether had a 'plant' where he manufactured 'Meriwether's Elixir,' - good for the ills of man or beast. Doc particularly urged it as a sure cure for tapeworm.

Meriwether's Elixir was put up in tall, thirty-two-ounce bottles. It was a dark liquid with a pleasant taste - Doc saw to that by putting in a little of the right flavoring. He left most of the bottling and manufacturing to his wife, a buxom, pleasant-faced industrious woman. The Doc felt that he had done his share of the work when he made up the formula.

I don't remember the exact recipe now. But the chief ingredient was rainwater, caught and strained in the big cisterns in the back yard of Doc's combined home and factory. This was drained off a barrel at a time, and into it Mrs. Meriwether mixed the other ingredients. One of these was cascara [a laxative], just the right amount in each thirty-two-ounce bottle to get results—plus alcohol. It was an evil-looking concoction, but pleasant enough to take, thanks to the alcohol and flavoring which Doc had thoughtfully included.

I cannot truthfully say whether anyone who took the Elixir ever got rid of a tapeworm or not. But many thought they did, for the cascara [the laxative] worked on everybody. As a matter of fact, I doubt if very many people had tapeworm, though nearly all imagined they did.

For in that period we had a tapeworm fad. Everybody who was undernourished, anemic or suffered from some form of malnutrition was firmly convinced that a parasitic tapeworm was eating away his substance. Consequently, Doc Meriwether's Elixir was a pushover at a dollar a bottle.

Meriwether's Elixir was not on sale at drugstores, though a few grocers and general merchants carried it. Most of it was sold by Doc himself, during the summer months when he toured the bucolic [of or relating to the pleasant aspects of country life] areas. Farmers and residents of the smaller towns were easily convinced that they harbored the tapeworm.

The Doc had a medicine show which appealed to men. In addition to Indians, he had a couple of girl dancers. He made it a point to park his big wagon at a spot where the males congregated. It was a man's world - in those days. Any crowd in a public place was likely to consist largely of men.

I acted in various capacities, depending on the locality. In some instances, I was a barker and helped to attract a crowd. At other times, I remained in the background and was the 'shill', posing as a customer from another community.

As soon as Doc had entertained the crowd a while, he would go into his spiel. 'Some of you men are healthy,' he would say. 'I can tell that by looking at you. But there are many of you who are not. Why? I think I would be quite safe in saying that a tapeworm is eating your life away. A sallow complexion, hollow cheeks, lean faces, wrinkled brows—these are all symptoms of the existence of a tapeworm.

'Are you men going to let a parasite eat away at your body, your very life? Or do you intend to do something about it?' Here, he put up a hand as somebody started to speak. 'I know what you're going to say. You've had the family doctor in. He's given you something for it, but it didn't work.'

'Well, I've got something that will work. It's absolutely guaranteed to get results. Meriwether's Elixir is the product of years of research. It has been found to be an absolute cure, through elimination, of the worst tapeworm that ever preyed on a man's life.'

He exhibited the bottle with the fancy label and the black liquid. If there was good response, Doc Meriwether kept up a constant, jovial flow of patter and took in the dollars. But if business was slow, that was my cue to step in.

'I'll take two bottles,' I would say.

'Two bottles, sir? But one bottle is enough to rid you of tapeworm.'

'It's not for me,' I would say. 'It's for my children.'

'Have you used this preparation before?'

'Indeed, I have, Doctor. In fact, I owe my life to it.'

'Would you mind telling us about it?'

'Well all right. A year ago, I was so run down and emaciated that I was not able to walk, let alone tend my farm. Doctors had done all they could for me, but my case had been given up as hopeless. The mortgage on my farm was nearly due. I thought that I would lose everything and that my poor wife and children would go hungry.' I would pause here to brush a sleeve across my eyes.

'Then I heard about Meriwether's Elixir. I bought a bottle of it. I didn't think it would do me much good, but everything was lost, anyhow. So I took it. Before I had finished the bottle, my tapeworm had been eliminated. I was able to walk again. I got my strength back. Soon I began to recover. I felt so much better I was able to do twice as much work. My crops were extra good. The mortgage was paid off. And I owe it all to Meriwether's Elixir. I'm going to give it to my two kids. I'd buy it, even if it was five dollars a bottle.'

'Sir,' would be Doc Meriwether's tremulous reply. 'You have stirred me deeply. You have made me feel that I have done something worthwhile for humanity. As a token of my regard, let me present you with two bottles—absolutely free.'

This bit of play-acting usually brought the crowd around. They almost pushed each other over in their rush to hand in their dollars for the wonderful mixture.

In addition to the bottles, Doc Meriwether offered a 'special' treatment at his suite for those who wanted to get rid of their tapeworms in a hurry and were willing to pay extra for it.

The success of the special treatment was mainly a matter of having the right stage setting and the props. The most important of the latter was a potato. This was peeled into one long coil which, for all I know, might look like a tapeworm. In an unbroken spiral it was deposited in a basin and water was poured over it. The basin was carefully hidden in a darkened room.

When the patient arrived, he was treated first in an outer room. Now the mixture was more potent: the chief ingredient was Epsom salts. The patient was allowed to recline on a couch while the medicine took effect. Then he was led into the darkened room.

As soon as the dose had acted, he was led into the outer room. That was my cue. I fetched the previously prepared basin with the potato peel to the outer room, and handed it to Doc Meriwether.

'There my friend,' Doc would say, displaying the basin, 'is your tapeworm! Evil-looking thing, isn’t it?'

Every victim of this hoax was deeply impressed. Not one ever questioned it. He paid the ten-dollar fee and left with the feeling that he had been vastly benefited. Maybe he had. For he had had a good cleansing, in more ways than one."

"During my travels with Doc Meriwether, I met an itinerant merchant. He appeared to be very prosperous. He told me he lived in Chicago. When I got back the following winter, I looked him up. Over a glass of beer, he related how he was able to make enough during his summer travels to support him the year round. He invited me to join him the following spring.

He was a traveling salesman who sold various items to farmers for small profits. But I had ideas of my own, though I did not tell my partner that. It was not my intention to labor among farmers for small profits. Before we left Chicago, I bought a sizable stock of the equipment we would need, in addition to the stock items my partner carried. Once on the road, I told him my plans. He fell in with them. As soon as we reached the farming section we began to put them into practice.

Among the items my partner sold was a magazine - Hearth & Home, I believe. Catering exclusively to bucolic interests [again Yellow Kid made it a point to target farmers and country folk], it was a great favorite with rural folks and not difficult to sell. A year's subscription was twenty-five cents; the bargain rate was six years for a dollar. My partner was allowed to keep half of the money and was generally satisfied to sell one year's subscription at each farm.

'Let me do the talking,' I proposed, 'until you catch on to my scheme.'

He was willing enough. Later, we pulled in at a farmhouse.

'How do you do, sir?' I said to the farmer who answered my knock on his door. 'I am representing that unexcelled journal of rural life, Hearth & Home. I'm sure you're acquainted with it.'

'That is the magazine for womenfolks,' he replied. 'My wife might want it. How much is it?'

'Only twenty-five cents a year, sir.'

'Wait till I call the missus.'

By the time the farmer returned with his wife, I had my 'clincher' out of my bag.

'Yes, I would like to have this for a year,' the farmer's wife said. 'Pa, give the young man a quarter.'

'Madam, I said, 'I have a special offer to make. For a limited time only, with a six-year subscription at the special rate of a dollar and a half, we are giving away, absolutely free, a set of this beautiful silverware.'

I unwrapped my clincher. It was a box containing six bright and shining spoons. 'These silver spoons, Madam,' I continued, while she gasped in admiration, 'are worth the price of the subscription alone. As you can see, they are the best of sterling silver.'

The woman's eyes shone as she took the spoons in her hand. 'They certainly are beautiful,' she said. Then a flicker of suspicion crossed her face. 'But if they're real silver, they're worth more than you're asking without the magazine. How—'

'Quite true, Madam,' I said quickly. 'But the publishers wish to put this magazine into every farm home in America. That is the reason for this extraordinary introductory offer. Of course, they will lose money on the transaction, but it will be made up by your good will, which will bring more readers and more advertising.'

'That's right, Ma,' said the farmer. 'Them papers make their money on advertising.'

The sale was quickly completed and I took down the name and address of the lady, giving her a receipt for the subscription. I also gave her the half-dozen spoons.

But my business did not end there.

'Incidentally,' I said, reaching into my pocket and withdrawing a pair of pince-nez glasses, 'when we were coming down the road, my partner and I found these spectacles. Do you happen to know anybody in the community who wears glasses like these?

'No, can't say that I do,' the farmer replied, taking the glasses from me.

'Too bad,' I said regretfully. 'If I could find the owner, I would return them. They look like expensive eyeglasses. I imagine the person who lost them would pay three or four dollars reward for their return.'

As I was talking, the farmer tried on the spectacles. He held up the sample copy of the magazine I had given him and the print stood out clearly. Probably he'd been intending to get a pair of glasses the next time he went to town. He looked at the rims, which appeared to be solid gold. They looked costly.

'Tell you what I'll do,' he [the farmer] proposed. 'I'll give you three dollars and keep the glasses. I'll look around for the owner, as long as you won't be able to make a complete search.'

'That's right,' I agreed. 'I can't afford to go from house to house inquiring who lost a pair of glasses.'

So I took the three dollars and he took the glasses. Of course, he had no intention of looking for the owner - any more than I did. As a matter of fact, he was just as anxious to have me on my way, as I was to go. In time, he would discover that the frames were cheap and that the lenses were no more than magnifying glass. If he took the trouble to ask, he would find that he could duplicate them in the city for twenty-five cents.

[The Farmer's] good wife would soon learn that the beautiful silver spoons I had given her were cheap metal. I had bought them before leaving Chicago for a cent each. My net profit on the deal was about three dollars and fifty cents, which I figured the farmer could well afford for a lesson in honesty. He had paid for the glasses because he thought he was getting something expensive at a fraction of their true value. His wife had thought she was getting something for nothing.

This desire to get something for nothing has been very costly to many people who have dealt with me and with other con men. But I have found that this is the way it works. The average person, in my estimation, is ninety-nine percent animal and one percent human. The ninety-nine percent that is animal causes very little trouble. But the one percent that is human causes all our woes. When people learn - as I doubt they ever will - that they can't get something for nothing, crime will diminish and we shall all live in greater harmony."

"It has been several years since I have had any but honest dealings with other men. But I still feel as I always did on one subject - that the men I fleeced were basically no more honest than I was.

Analyzing my own actions in retrospect, I don't believe I ever had any basic desire to be dishonest. One of the motivating factors in my actions was, of course, the desire to acquire money. [There can be no doubt that greed is the primary motive for Park West Gallery, Albert Scaglione and the cruise lines. Not an honest wage, but pure voracious greed.] The other motive was a lust for adventure - and this was the only kind of adventure for which I was equipped.

The men I swindled were also motivated by a desire to acquire money, and they didn't care at whose expense they got it. I was particular. [Unlike Park West Gallery and the cruise lines]. I took money only from those who could afford it and were willing to go in with me in schemes they fancied would fleece others.

They wanted money for its own sake. I wanted it for the luxuries and pleasures it would afford me. They were seldom concerned with human nature. They knew little - and cared less - about their fellow men. [This couldn't be a more true statement as it relates to Park West Gallery and the cruise lines. They care little or nothing for the victims they con.] If they had been keener students of human nature, if they had given more time to companionship with their fellow man and less to the chase of the almighty dollar, they wouldn't have been such easy marks.

Every swindle I ever developed had a hole in it somewhere. But I made everything plausible - to anyone who did not dig too deep or ask questions.

Only one man seemed to profit by the lesson I taught him. He was a Montana banker who bought some of my worthless stock [much like the Park West Gallery appraisals]. He was ready to take his medicine. Though I was arrested, he declined to identify me as the swindler [Park West Gallery and Albert Scaglione should be so lucky]. As a result I was acquitted. Later I heard him remark, 'You can fleece a lamb every year, but you only get his hide once.' [Park West Gallery fleeces the lambs from the cruise ship passengers' lists every chance they get. Don't let them take your hide.]

Lies were the foundation of my schemes. A lie is an allurement, a fabrication that can be embellished into a fantasy. It can be clothed in raiments of a mystic conception. [Park West Gallery and its hucksters are TRAINED to do exactly this. Fine Art Registry has scores and scores of interviews with victims that have told us ad nauseam how Park West Gallery auctioneers lie, cheat and fabricate to make a sale. And why not? Park West Gallery can later say that their terms and conditions specifically exclude its sales reps’ verbal representations.]

Truth is cold, sober fact, not so comfortable to absorb. A lie is more palatable. The most detested person in the world is one who always tells the truth, who never romances.

If a lie is told often enough even the teller comes to believe it. It becomes a habit. And habit is like a cable. Each day another strand is added until you have woven a cable that is unbreakable. [Park West Gallery has woven quite a cable over the last decade or more of selling on cruise ships and at its land sales events.]

It was that way with me. I found it far more interesting and profitable to romance than to tell the truth. It has taken me five years to break that cable. That's why I haven't told this story until this late date. [1948]

People say that I am the most successful and the most colorful confidence man that ever lived. I won't deny it. There is good reason why I am regarded as in a class by myself.

The fact is that I have played more roles in real life than the average actor ever dreamed of. The actor has a script carefully prepared for him in advance. I made my own script as I went along, depending upon my wits for any contingency.

Some small gesture that was out of character in the role I was portraying, or the wrong answer to a question might have betrayed me. Fortunately for me, I always had the right answer and carried off convincingly the role I played. [So now you can see why Park West Gallery specifically disclaims representations made by its sales reps, not a bit of it can be relied on as true and they know it. Otherwise, Park West Gallery would be buying back the same crap they are trying to pawn off to unsuspecting victims using as support the worthless appraisals they charge for - so the victims really believe they are getting a valuable document. And round and round we go.]

It is my hope that I will live to see the enactment of one more law - to mete out equal punishment for all who have larceny in their hearts.

I am not talking about small swindles, where an honest person loses his money. I have never been a party to such schemes. I have never taken a dime from honest, hard-working people who could not afford to lose. [Park West Gallery and the cruise lines do not discriminate. The Park West Gallery "private label credit card" for which anyone with a heartbeat will qualify, is used to give someone the perception who has no money or can ill afford to make such a purchase, that they are rich - thereby making the fleece of the unsuspecting "lamb" a piece of cake.]

I am now seventy years old and I look back over my career with mingled feelings. I have retired and I want to do what I can to promote harmony among my fellow men. For this reason, I decided to tell the inside story of my long and, I must admit, dishonorable career."

Park West Gallery Litigation Updates

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2. Park West Gallery Caught Between a Rock and a Hard Place?
3. Park West Gallery Hornet's Nest of Litigation, Update on Nationwide Class Actions
4. Do Bernie Ewell or his Lawyer Have a Clue?
5. Park West Gallery Up Against the Ropes and More Remarkable Developments
6. Park West Gallery Lawyers' Hasty Court Filing Throws Open Pandora's Box
7. Park West Gallery Drags Royal Caribbean into Its Cesspit of Controversy
8. Corruption, Manipulation, Deceit and Worthless Park West Gallery Appraisals
9. Michigan Court Judge Enters Multiple Formal Judgments Against Park West Gallery
10. Michigan Court of Appeals Spanks Royal Caribbean - AGAIN!
11. Six Blistering Amended Complaints Filed Against Park West Gallery and Accomplices
12. Fine Art Registry® to Square Off with Park West Gallery in Port Huron, Michigan

New Video Series of Litigation Updates

13. Litigation Update #13, Video Series
    
    1. Part 1 - "Bury the Truth", Park West Gallery Style
    2. Part 2 - Park West's Motion in Limine 1 and 2
    3. Part 3 - News Flash! Court Order on Park West's Emergency Motion to Compel
    4. Part 4 - Park West's Motion in Limine 3 through 10
    5. Part 5 - "In Defense of Truth" Affidavit of CEO Teri Franks vs. Park West Gallery
    6. Part 6 - Park West's Motion in Limine 11 through 17
    7. Part 7 - "Oh the Drama"
    8. Part 8 - "It's An Eye Opener"
    9. Part 9 - "Peeling the Onion"
    10. Part 10 - Fine Art Registry Responds to Limine #12, Part 1
    11. Part 11 - Fine Art Registry Responds to Limine #12, Part 2
    12. Part 12 - Park West files Another Motion to Silence Fine Art Registry
    13. Part 13 - Park West enters into a game of "Dirty Pool"
    14. Part 14 - Outrageous Conduct Exhibited by Park West Attorneys
    15. Part 15 - Letter from Fed's and "Grand Jury Investigation"
14. Litigation Update #14, Video: Jury Trial in Michigan Begins
15. Litigation Update #15, Video: Michigan Trial - Day 4, Scaglione takes the Stand
16. Litigation Update #16, Video: Michigan Trial - Day 5, Fine Art Registry is Alive, Well and Still Fighting
17. Litigation Update #17, Video: Michigan Trial - Weekend Update
18. Litigation Update #18, Video: Michigan Trial - Albert Molina to Take the Stand Soon
19. Litigation Update #19, Video: Michigan Trial - Half Truths and Perverted Truths
20. Litigation Update #20, Video: Michigan Trial - Coming to the Stand Bob Wittman
21. Litigation Update #21, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 6 - How Provenance Relates to Artwork - Part 1
22. Litigation Update #22, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 6 - How Provenance Relates to Artwork - Part 2
23. Litigation Update #23, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 7- Albert Molina-Lies! Payoffs! Gross Distortions!- Part 1
24. Litigation Update #24, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 7- Testimony of Park West VIP Customer "Backfires" - Part 2
25. Litigation Update #25, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 8 - "Shady" European Sources of PWG Dali Prints
26. Litigation Update #26, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 9 - Purported Signatures of Salvador Dali and Manufactured Blind Stamp-Part 1
27. Litigation Update #27, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 9 - Park West Gallery Up to Its Old Tricks-Part 2
28. Litigation Update #28, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 9 - Book Entitled ART CRIME Exposes Glaring Similarities to PWG Dali Provenance-Part 3
29. Litigation Update #29, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Weekend Update 3/28/10 - Revealing Emails from Park West Gallery Ex-Auctioneers - Part 1
30. Litigation Update #30, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Weekend Update 3/28/10 - Raffle Art Deception Exposed by PWG Ex-Cruise Ship Auctioneer -Part 2
31. Litigation Update #31, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 10 - PWG Relies on Status of Ex-FBI Employee-Bob Wittman - Part 1
32. Litigation Update #32, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 10 - Bob Wittman Handed Keys to Park West Gallery Kingdom - Part 2
33. Litigation Update #33, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 11 and 12 - Hostile Witness Called!
34. Litigation Update #34, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 13 - PWG "Star Witness" Bernard Ewell His Blog and Infamous Posts-Part 1
35. Litigation Update #35, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 13- Park West Gallery "Expert" Ewell Puts on Spectacle(s) in Court - Part 2
36. Litigation Update #36, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 14 - Park West Gallery Presents: A Drama, Starring; Mary Gordon and Cast - Part 1
37. Litigation Update #37, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 14 - Another Hostile Witness - Publications Director, David Phillips - Part 2
38. Litigation Update #38, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 15 - Park West Damage Expert Simon Says: $46,000,000.00 In Damages! OUTRAGEOUS!!
39. Litigation Update #39, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 15, Part 2 - Park West Gallery Sandpapers, Varnishes and Glosses Over Provenance
40. Litigation Update #40, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 16, Part 1 - Park West Gallery Rests its Case! An Anti-climax!!
41. Litigation Update #41, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 16, Part 2 - Introducing World Renowned Dali Expert, Nicolas Descharnes from Paris
42. Litigation Update #42, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 17, Part 1 - Park West Gallery Victim, Debbie Austin Testifies for Fine Art Registry
43. Litigation Update #43, Video: Michigan Jury Trial-Day 17, Part 2 - Object To This! Object To That! Object To Everything! Especially The TRUTH!!
44. Michigan Jury Trial-Day 19 - Three World Renowned Experts "Agree" PWG Dali Inventory Examined Prints "FORGED"
45. Michigan Jury Trial-Day 18 - Conversation With Fine Art Registry CEO and Dali Experts
46. Michigan Jury Trial-Day 20 - Park West Gallery and Counsel Laugh At Victims' Compelling Testimony! Where Are The Ethics???
47. Michigan Jury Trial-Week End Update 4/10/2010 - "How To Get Flim-Flammed At Sea" Told by PWG Ex-Auctioneers
48. Michigan Jury Trial-Week End Update 4/10/2010 Part 2 - "Send In The Clowns" & The Rest of Rouges Gallery!
49. Michigan Jury Trial-Week End Update 4/10/2010 Part 3 - Fine Art Registry Beginning 5th Week of Historic Art Trial
50. Michigan Jury Trial-Day 21 - PWG Required Victim to Pay $26,000.00 In Money Orders for Art Purchased! - What???
51. Michigan Jury Trial-Day 22 - CEO Teri Franks Takes the Stand! "LET R' RIP"
52. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 23 - Fine Art Registry CEO Teri Franks Stands Her Ground!
53. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 24 - War Zone! Witnesses Testify of Park West Gallery Collateral Damage - Part 1
54. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 24 - Fine Art Registry Witness: Samantha Algar "There's A Point in Life Where You Have to Do The Right Thing!" - Part 2
55. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 24 - Sharon Day - PWG Victim Defrauded of Close to Half Million Dollars! - Part 3
56. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 24 - PWG Albert Scaglione Leaves Courtroom BEFORE Sharon Day Takes Stand! - Part 4
57. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 24 - Penny Tyler Exposes PWG Auctioneer Training on Land and Sea - Part 5
58. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 24 - Park West Gallery's Ex-Auctioneer & Former Trainee Speak Out! - Part 6
59. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 25 - We've Had Our Day In Court - FAR® Case Concluded! - Part 1
60. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 25 - Auctioneer Trainee for Park West Gallery DISMISSED! "Too Much Art Knowledge"
61. Michigan Jury Trial - Weekend Update 4/17/2010 - Divine Providence Allows Sharon Day to Testify for FAR®!
62. Michigan Jury Trial - Weekend Update 4/17/2010 - Sharon Day: "Without Fine Art Registry Where Would We Be?"
63. Michigan Jury Trial - Weekend Update 4/17/2010 - Park West Gallery Fabricates Bogus Invoice for Sharon Day and Julian Howard - Part 3
64. Michigan Jury Trial - Weekend Update 4/17/2010 - "Buyer Beware Does Not Apply to Fraud" Sharon Day - Part 4
65. Michigan Jury Trial - Weekend Update 4/17/2010 - "That Little Plywood Box" Was Owned by PANDORA! - Part 5
66. Michigan Jury Trial - Weekend Update 4/18/2010 - Fine Art Registry Witness PWG Ex-Employee Lynn Mesrobian Testifies to Oppressive Work Atmosphere - Part 6
67. Michigan Jury Trial - Weekend Update 4/18/2010 - Park West Gallery's Un-Limited Editions - Run Out? - Simply Print More! - Part 7
68. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 26 - We've Run the Race and Fought the Good Fight! - Jury Deliberates! Part 1
69. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 26 - Samantha Algar: Describes Court Proceedings Metaphorically - Part 2
70. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 26 - Sharon Day Back By Popular Demand - Part 3
71. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 26 - PWG Closing Argument.... Never Mentioned Defrauded Victims Who Testified - Part 4
72. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 27 - Royal Caribbean Cruise Lines Enables Park West Gallery Corruption to Continue!
73. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 27 - Historic Art Case! WE WON AND WE WON BIG!!
74. Michigan Jury Trial - Day 27 - Victorious and Homeward Bound!
75. Michigan Post Jury Trial - 4-22-2010 - Fine Art Registry® CEO Speaks With Her Legal Team: Donald Payton and Jonathan Schwartz of Kaufman, Payton and Chapa P.C.

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