Perry Mason 175: TCOT Worried Waitress

Note: Although this 1966 entry lacks the fireworks of Mason’s most celebrated cases, it fascinates for its subtext. Gardner probes enduring issues - the ethics of witness coaching and the clash of poverty and pride - while reminding us that justice is not a flawless machine but a fragile human process, vulnerable to error and manipulation.  

The Case of the Worried Waitress - Erle Stanley Gardner

Rules were rules, and in the restaurant business they were ironclad: servers were forbidden to solicit professional advice from customers. But Katherine Ellis - Kit to her friends - was desperate. She had no one else to turn to. So when Perry Mason and Della Street finished lunch, Mason left his card beneath the plate with a message that was pure Perry: “My usual fee is ten dollars. Under the plate there’s a tip of eleven.” It was a gesture that broke the monotony of routine and set in motion a chain of events that would test human frailty and the criminal justice system.

Kit’s story was simple - and complicated. An orphan, penniless, living with an aunt who pinched pennies until they screamed. The woman hoarded cash in hatboxes, skimped on food, and even posed as blind to sell pencils outside a factory. Mason’s instincts flared. “Get out,” he told Kit. “If that money disappears, you’ll take the fall.” But the warning came too late. The aunt was assaulted, robbed, and left for dead. Kit was arrested.

The case should have been straightforward. It wasn’t. There was Mildred Aldie, a blind woman who seemed to impersonate Kit’s aunt for reasons no one could explain. There was Stuart Baxley, a family friend with too much interest in the aunt’s fortune - and a willingness to plant evidence. And there were two subplots colliding like runaway trains: two wives battling over a dead man’s estate and rival factions fighting for control of a corporation.

Gardner wove these threads into a tapestry of greed, deception, and human frailty.

Yet for all the complexity, something was missing: urgency. Even Lieutenant Tragg, who made the arrest, seemed unconvinced of Kit’s guilt. He looked the other way when Mason bent the rules - technically legal maneuvers that skirted the edge of propriety. The trial, usually Gardner’s crescendo, felt muted. Hamilton Burger prosecuted with the resignation of a man who knew he was destined to lose - again.

The real drama lies not only in the verdict but in the social and legal systems, and the human beings – a.k.a. imperfect thinkers - who keep them running. In that sense, the novel offers something rarer than courtroom theatrics: a glimpse into the machinery of law and the secrets that shape its outcomes.

The Nones of Exploitation: Marihuana

Marihuana
1936 / 0:50
Tagline: “See the Truth about the Smoke from Hell!”
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It is a curious thing - one might say a melancholy one - that in the detritus of antique amusement, amidst the refuse heaps of what passes for cinema, there should glimmer, now and again, a spark of something nearly noble. I speak here not of a work wrought with care or conscience, but of a base and tawdry spectacle - an exploitation film, vulgar in its intentions, slipshod in its execution, and yet, by some accident of human truth, not wholly devoid of merit.

Observe, if you will, the young woman - her foot turning idly, joyously, upon the running board of a battered motorcar, her face alight with the unselfconscious radiance of youth and affection. It is a gesture so slight, so unstudied, and yet it speaks with the eloquence of a Turner sky: of vitality, of freedom, of the fleeting grace of being alive and beloved. Such a moment, though framed by the crude machinery of commerce, is not unworthy of art.

Elsewhere, the drama descends - nay, collapses - into the grotesque. A quarrel between mother and daughter, rendered with the subtlety of a cudgel, culminates in the girl’s flight from home. But even here, amid the shrillness, there is a gesture of pathos: she pauses, embraces her lapdog with a tenderness that betrays the ache of her decision. It is the last act of a soul not yet hardened by the world’s indifference.

Later still, as she descends into what the moderns call “degradation” - a word too often used without understanding - she casts a glance, guilt-ridden and persuasive, upon her sister. It is not the look of a villainess, but of a soul in torment, aware of its fall and yet unable to arrest it. That such a moment should arise in a film otherwise so bereft of moral imagination is, I declare, astonishing.

But alas, these are but fragments - pearls cast into a mire of incoherence. The film, taken as a whole, is a shambles. Its narrative is as a house built upon sand; its characters, mere shadows of intention; its climax, a thing so mishandled that it leaves the viewer neither stirred nor satisfied. The acting is passable, the direction perfunctory, and the moral vision - if such a term may be applied - entirely absent.

And yet, even in this mire, there is revelation. For it is only by witnessing the debasement of form that we come to appreciate its true expression. Just as the sight of a polluted stream makes us long for the mountain spring, so too does this film, in its failure, remind us of what cinema might be when guided by truth, beauty, and reverence for the human soul.

As for the final descent - four young women, stripped of both clothing and dignity, frolicking in the Pacific surf - it is not merely a violation of the Hays Code, but of decency itself. That such imagery should be offered as entertainment is a sign, not of liberation, but of cultural exhaustion.

Let us then take from this experience not pleasure, but instruction. Let us remember that art, even when sullied, may still reflect the divine spark - and that the worst of pictures may yet contain a moment worth saving.

 

Perry Mason 174: Mason & DBT

Note: Raymond Burr’s Perry Mason was the still point in a world spinning with agitation and half-truths. Great actors truly listen, and Burr gave us a lawyer who listened - not perfunctorily, but with an attentive calm that made silence feel electric. Fans remember the courtroom fireworks, but I’d argue the most remarkable moments were often in the jail cell interviews, where Burr revealed that Mason’s real power lay in restraint. Burr gave fellow actors space to sustain a scene, as Mason absorbed his client’s story like a sponge - intently, mindfully. Burr’s Mason didn’t interrupt; he inhaled. And when he exhaled, it was with the quiet authority of a man who had glimpsed the light and stillness he could bring to a client’s crisis, even as the police misconstrued evidence and assumed guilt.

Perry Mason Through the Lens of Dialectical Behavior Therapy (DBT)

Perry Mason, the iconic defense attorney from Erle Stanley Gardner’s novels and the subsequent TV adaptation, exemplifies traits that can be examined through the framework of Dialectical Behavior Therapy (DBT). DBT emphasizes four core skill sets: mindfulness, distress tolerance, emotion regulation, and interpersonal effectiveness - all of which resonate with Mason’s approach to law and life.

Mindfulness is central to Mason’s investigative style. He remains fully present during client interviews and witness’ testimony in the courtroom. This ability to listen and discern while suspending judgment allows him to identify inconsistencies and details others overlook and craft compelling defenses. His mindful attention to nuance mirrors DBT’s principle of “wise mind,” balancing logic and emotion - a hallmark of Mason’s success. Staying present, being here, now, also reinforces courage:

Make up your mind to one thing, Mrs. Warren. After water has run downstream and over the dam, you can't find any way on earth of getting it back upstream and over the dam a second time. Take things as they come. Concentrate on the present, forget the past. (TCOT Phantom Fortune)

Distress & Frustration Tolerance emerges in Mason’s composure under pressure. Clients charged with Murder-One are playing for life-or-death stakes, yet Mason never succumbs to aggravation or alarm or frustration. Instead, he employs problem-solving strategies akin to DBT’s “radical acceptance,” acknowledging the stern reality of high-risk situations while focusing on actionable steps. For instance, when evidence seems damning, level-headed Mason reframes the challenge as an opportunity to uncover the truth that is truth and refute the DA’s truth that just seems like the truth.

“A man can nearly always think his way out of any situation in which he finds himself. It’s merely a paraphrase of the old saying that where there’s a will there’s a way.” (TCOT Sulky Girl)

Emotion Regulation is evident in Mason’s controlled demeanor. While passionate about justice, he tempers his emotions to maintain clarity. DBT teaches skills like “checking the facts,” which Mason intuitively applies - choosing calm deliberation over flailing. His ability to regulate emotions not only maintains his credibility but also reassures anxious clients, reinforcing trust.

My experience has always been that these things look much worse than they actually are. In fact, I tell my clients that nine times out of ten they can say to themselves, 'Things are never as bad as they seem.' I admit things look black, but we're going to keep fighting, and don't you get discouraged. (TCOT Beautiful Beggar)

“Things look bad and we are still capable of fighting back” is a solid DBT “both/and” statement that encourages holding two seemingly opposing truths at the same time, moving away from rigid “either/or” thinking. It calls to mind Marine General Puller saying at the Chosin Reservoir, “We’ve been looking for the enemy for some time now. We’ve finally found him. We’re surrounded. That simplifies things.”

Finally, Interpersonal Effectiveness defines Mason’s relationships with clients, colleagues, witnesses, persons of interest, and even adversaries like Lt. Tragg. He navigates complex social dynamics – such as asking complete strangers nosey questions - with assertiveness and empathy, embodying DBT’s goal of showing respect for people while achieving his own objectives – milking them for information before the cops do.

“What right have I got to sit back with that ‘holier than thou’ attitude and expect [clients] to come clean with a total stranger? They come here when they’re in trouble. They’re worried and frightened. They come to me for consultations. I’m a total stranger to them. They need help. Poor fools, you can’t blame them for resorting to subterfuges." (TCOT Curious Bride)

Like some DBT therapists advise their clients today, Mason knows that people-watching can be a mindful activity that fosters empathy.

“I like to watch people around a depot. It’s fascinating. You can see so much of human nature that way. People aren’t on their guard when they’re dead-weary or when they’re completely removed from their usual environment. A person who lives here in the city feels he’s on his own home ground, no matter what part of the city he’s in, unless it’s the depot. But the minute he walks into the depot he’s started, so to speak, on a complete change of environment and he lets his guard down.” (TCOT Lonely Heiress)

Viewed through DBT, Perry Mason exemplifies psychological flexibility and effective people skills. His success stems not merely from legal acumen but from behaviors aligned with DBT principles: mindful observation, tolerance of uncertainty, emotional balance, and effective interaction. These qualities position Mason as more than a fictional lawyer; he becomes a role model of adaptive functioning under constant challenges - a testament to the enduring relevance of DBT skills in helping  people navigate problems from addictions and cutting to pushing people away and overthinking unto paralysis.

Matinee Musings: Get Her Talkin' 'n Listen

Note: The pandemic effectively furloughed my teaching career, leaving D. H. Lawrence's "passion of instruction" with nowhere productive to go. Naturally, it has redirected itself into dating advice, a space in which I possess the impeccable credentials of someone who has not been single since Generation X were wearing three-cornered pants. So if you've need date questions inspired by Pre-Code movies, I'm here to help. What could go wrong, apart from everything?

Matinee Musings: Dating Advice for Fans of Pre-Code

The best women like a guy who can talk. But they like even better a guy who can listen.

That's where the amateurs get into trouble. They think a date is an audition. They arrive armed with stories, opinions, and enough self-promotion to launch a congressional campaign. Then they wonder why there isn't a second date.

The smart man asks questions.

Not because some dating guru said so. Not because he wants to control the conversation. He asks questions because he wants to find out who is sitting across the table from him. Let the lady talk. Listen closely. Listen for what excites her, what frightens her, what she admires, and what she cannot stand. Before long you'll know more about her values than any profile could ever tell you. Then you can decide whether your match was made in heaven or in one of those charmingly furnished circles of hell found in Pre-Code movies.

Take The Cheat (1931). Tallulah Bankhead plays a woman who loves excitement so much that she mistakes the rush of poker for happiness. That's a useful thing to know about a person. So ask your date: "Do you think Elsa was really in love with anybody, or was she mostly in love with excitement?"

Now listen.

If she says life is for taking chances and risks, you'll learn something. If she says Elsa's recklessness hurt everybody around her, you'll learn something else.

Try another: "What did you think of Elsa keeping her big financial problem to herself?"

Because how a person answers tells you how they think about trust.

Or: "What do you think was up with Livingstone, how he treated people?"

You'll discover a great deal about what she considers healthy behavior in relationships.

The beauty of movie questions is that nobody feels examined. You're discussing Tallulah Bankhead, not your date. But somehow, your date ends up revealing herself anyway.

And for Pete's sake, don't do that phony listening routine. You know the one. Lean forward. Furrow the brow. Nod solemnly. Say "uh-huh," "interesting," and "wow." Then immediately launch into the story you were planning to tell all along.

That's not listening. That's waiting for your turn.

If she says Elsa's gambling wasn't really about money, ask why she thinks that. If she says Livingstone is obviously a creep, ask what gave him away. If she thinks Elsa's husband is partly to blame, ask her to make the case.

Real listening requires a follow-up question.

Anybody can talk. Plenty of men can pretend to listen. Very few can hear an answer, think about it, and respond to what was actually said. Practice improves quick-wittedness in conversation. 

So practice.

Do that, and whether the relationship goes anywhere or not, you'll leave the evening knowing far more than the poor devils in most Pre-Code pictures ever managed to learn about one another before disaster struck.

The Kalends of Exploitation: Sing Sinner Sing

Note: This is the kind of movie that ought to be a mess, and maybe it is a little, though it looks better than many Poverty Row productions. But Leila Hyams keeps the whole thing on the rails. She's likable, believable, and never acts like she's above the material. The movie may be a minor Pre-Code oddity of interest only to Pre-Code fans like us Thirties buffs, but Hyams makes it feel like something worth sticking around for.

Sing Sinner Sing
1933 / 1:04
Tagline: “Would You Plead Guilty to a Crime You Did Not Commit---To Save Some One You Love?”
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In this tale of modern Babylon, we are introduced to a floating casino moored off the coast of Los Angeles - a vessel not of commerce, but of pleasure, where jazz music and bathtub gin flow in equal measure. Here sings a lady of torch and torment, whose voice, though sweet, is steeped in sorrow. She is bound, not by love, but by a tempestuous entanglement with the ship’s proprietor - a man of volcanic temperament and dubious fidelity.

Upon discovering his dalliance with a chorus girl of questionable virtue, our heroine, in a fit of wounded pride and reckless ambition, resolves to marry a millionaire playboy. This gentleman, though possessed of wealth and charm, is pursued by a specter more fearsome than poverty: the hereditary madness that haunts his bloodline. He drinks not for pleasure, but to silence the howling of ancestral banshees. His descent into hopeless drunkenness is portrayed with a frankness that startles us post-modern movie-goers in 2026, accustomed as we are to the innocuous buffoonery of the comic relief drunks of Code-era Hollywood.

Paul Lukas, a gentleman of Hungarian extraction, imbues his role with a fiery Magyar nobility, though the lines he is given are as wooden as a church pew. Leila Hyams, the torch singer, is a vision of loveliness and restraint, her performance elevated by the presence of Ruth Donnelly, who plays the worldly-wise companion with a wit as dry as vermouth. Don Dillaway, as the doomed heir, astonishes with a moment of clarity and rebellion, denouncing the snobbery of his wealthy guardians with a fervor worthy of a Dickensian hero.

The sets, borrowed from a more prosperous studio, are sumptuous, and the costumes - particularly Miss Hyams’ beaded gowns - are of such elegance that My Bride, a fiber artist of exacting taste, insists they be mentioned in tribute. The music, a curious blend of fox-trot jazz and early swing, is delightful, though the musicians remain anonymous, as if swallowed by the very fog of the era.

The plot, it must be said, is melodrama of the highest order, but the film’s true distinction lies in its origin: the Pre-Code era, that brief interregnum between the advent of sound and the iron rule of censorship. Here, the moral atmosphere is low and thick, like the air in a gambling hell. Women are brazen, men are debauched, and virtue is a thing to be mocked. The film does not flinch from showing the consequences of folly, nor does it pretend that wealth can purchase peace of mind.

In conclusion, this picture is not a moral beacon, but a lantern held up to the darker corners of human desire. It is a cautionary tale, wrapped in sequins and shadow, and though I am a man of puritanical leanings, I confess: it held me fast.

European Reading Challenge #9

I read this for the European Reading Challenge 2026.

A Coffin for Dimitrios - Eric Ambler

This well-regarded thriller from 1939 kicks off when a Turkish police officer invites Charles Latimer, a former British academic now a mystery writer, to a corpse viewing. Police pulled from the Bosphorus one Dimitrios, a con man and spy.

The policeman gives Latimer a sketchy account of Dimitrios’ life of crime: thief, killer, spy, narcotics trafficker, assassin and smuggler of human beings. Latimer, partly as an experiment, partly out of pique at being treated like an amateur by the policeman, decides to fill in the blanks in Dimitrios’ criminal history.

The story narrates Latimer’s meeting Dimitrios' former victims, marks, and henchmen. Things start to get messy and dangerous. Rum guys wonder why a professorial type should be interested in somebody whose death relieved a lot of dodgy people.

There’s no whining about the big bad world but there’s no ethical ambivalence either, a point I like in these old suspense novels. Although all the thrillers Ambler wrote in the 1930s are worth reading, A Coffin for Dimitrios is the classic that has never gone out of print.

Perry Mason 172: Being Wrongly Accused

Note: Erle Stanley Gardner dramatizes injustice as emotionally real, not merely melodramatic or an example of the “cruel world” fallacy. Being wrongfully ensnared by the same authorities that are supposed to protect us causes shock, despondency and anger.

The Dread Machinery of Being Wrongly Accused

There is, in the Perry Mason canon, a recurring and rather alarming proposition. An ordinary citizen may discover that the apparatus of justice has decided that they are guilty because the circumstantial evidence says so. Presumption of innocence? Puh-leez. Not when a homicide detective’s “gut” says it probably happened this way.

The Case of the Velvet Claws (1933) presents a client who is intelligent, desperate, and duplicitous - repeatedly hindering Mason while trying to escape suspicion for her husband’s murder. Her deceit unsettles the reader but so does her vulnerability to a system that mistakes appearance for proof. Gardner taps a primal fear: the loss of control. The prospect of being powerless before authority is not abstract but visceral, rooted in our instinct to protect our autonomy and minimize risk - where over-reacting is often safer than trusting that members of the tribe will sort the dispute out in your favor.

Wrongly accused narratives hinge on a disturbing premise: truth may fail to prevail simply because it is too costly - too time-consuming, too inconvenient - for authorities with other priorities. Under such conditions, survival depends not on patience but on intervention, even subversion. In The Case of the Howling Dog (1934), the courtroom drifts toward theater: evidence is fragmentary, motives obscured, and the official story suspiciously tidy. The system appears less committed to truth than to closure. To counteract this, Perry Mason employs ethically questionable tactics - manufacturing a confession for the newspapers and hiring an actress to impersonate a witness. - drawing the reader into an uncomfortable ethical calculus. When fairness is not assured, must it be aggressively, even improperly, reclaimed?

Yet wrongful accusation in Gardner is not solely the product of institutional failure. Layered over this is Gardner’s surprisingly blunt sense of fate. Fortuna intrudes like the indifferent goddess she is. The Case of the Half-Wakened Wife (1940) presents a protagonist trapped by memory gaps and incriminating circumstance, unable even to reconstruct her own actions. The universe need not conspire; it merely has to misfire. The hardcore reader is reminded that a single random event* can upend the body, the mind, or a life’s trajectory. Under such conditions, how exactly is prudence supposed to proceed?

What makes these narratives so curiously sticky in the mind is that they mirror lesser injustices we have all experienced: the misinterpreted remark, the undeserved blame, the slow realization that explanation will not bring about exoneration.** Gardner scales that familiar discomfort into existential threat. The reader recognizes, uncomfortably, how easy it would be to be in that chair at the defense table, wedged between Perry and Della, looking like a deer in the headlights.

Unjustly accused stories endure not because they are dramatic, but because they speak to our amygdala and hypothalamus that are sensitive to threat. Gardner understood that the terror lies in the accusation - that devastating pivot from citizen to suspect, from member of the tribe to shunned outlaw and despised alien.

The Perry Mason novels explore the terrifying possibility that truth might require extensive professional excavation in the presence of a plausible motive and the absence of a water-proof alibi. And so we read, perhaps with more intensity than we admit, hoping not merely for resolution, but for reassurance that truth can still be uncovered, that fairness can still prevail, and that, should life pull a dirty trick on us, somewhere there will be lawyer to defend us even after finding out everything about our poor choices and dumb moves.

 

* In a universe where a random cosmic ray can bust into a cell’s nucleus and click “mutate” like it’s a radio button and start something that’ll make a hardened oncologist gasp … honestly, what are we mortals supposed to do about that? Mindfulness meditation?

** Husbands who've been married a long time have learned that concise explanations invite more questions and long explanations more suspicion. After twenty years, you learn the ideal answer is just detailed enough to sound truthful and just boring enough to prevent a follow-up.