The Washington times., 1922-01-29

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Jacks" is not the sally
m ost fasnionapie That Lay in Il
ana the prices are House
not the highest in Th.tJ.cL Rv;
the white light dis
trict, but the restaurant has an ample
patronage.
OF course. 1t was the duty of Mr.. Jack
Dunstan, the proprietor of Jacks" to stop
selling liquor when the new Prohibition
law went into effect two years ago. Jack
says he did. The Federal prohibition Off
GERS say he didn't.
For some time the officers have heard
stories about Jacks"
So when that sweltering hot day came
along on the Gath Of last August Mr. Icy
Einstein, a prohibition officer. began to
think about Jacks" He had heard that
Jacks" had a supply Of cool, frothy, de-
licious, old-fashioned beer with the full 8
per cent kick of the old days before the
volstead Act.
On that August day cold bottle Of real
beer would taste very good to many peo-
pie. OF course, no such thought was in
the mind of Izzy Einstein when he sat
down at q table in Jacks" mopped his
brow and whispered few words into the
ear OF the waiter.
Well, Mr. Einstein swears that fine
ing, and he drank enough of it to be sure
that It was the real stun. paid sixty cents
for his drink, put the bottle with the rest
OF the beer In his pocket sand arrested the
waiter.
Mr.. Einstein was also lucky enough to
also acquire half-pint Of real whiskey.
And that was the beginning of a very
interesting series Of developments in and
about the celebrated allnight Jacks"
In all the confusion and contradictions
and disputes between the Federal officers
and Jack there seems to be no doubt of
one thing-that enormous quantities of
liquors of all kinds have been dug up in
one hiding place and another In and around
the place. Down In a vault underneath
the sidewalk the officers pulled out case
after case of old-fashioned regular beer.
And up on the roof of an extension close
to the top-story windows of Jacks" they
say they found q specially constructed big
masonry vault stuffed full of wines, liquors
and cordials to the value Of $4,000 or
more.
1t was up there in the little House That
Jack Built" on the neighboring roof the
prohibition officers say they discovered the
chief hiding place of the endless supply
which they claim was flowing down to the
tables Of the patrons of the restaurant on
the floors below.
The story of the mysterious vault on the
adjoining roof recalls the tragic Mother
- To- al
Built" But although van load after van
load Of bottles Of booze was carried away
from that vault on the roof the Jury re-
fused to agree that Jack ought to be held
responsible. The story Of this modern
blouse That Jack Built" is quite as inter
esting as the old Mother Goose Jingle.
Now, Izzy Einstein is prohibition agent
OF vast experience. He has seen many a
case lost because Of some apparently
trivial omission in the way Of evidence. .
So, on this hot August day, Icy was de-
termined not to neglect the slightest detail.
Disguised as business man from Pitts
burgh-just what Pittsburgh business
man looks like is Izzy's own secret-and
accompanied by two civilians who looked
and ate like statesmen, Izzy occupied a
table served by an accommodating waiter
named William Heinze. Near him at two
other tables sat Agents Peter Reager, Moe
Smith and Herman Wittenberg.
The agents and the civilians ate steaks
and chops. They drank beer. They asked
for and got half-pint of whiskey. Then
came the check. Among other items It
contained these: ~ red, SO; Q specials,
$780," :
The check was the evidence Izzy wanted
He and the other agents arrested Heinze
the waiter, and William Perrin, the cashier
They seized the check, the halfpint OF
whiskey and part of the beer. Then they
made careful search to find the source Of
these refreshments.