The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-08-11
RUMAGENT
SCQRNED
BY RING
COL" Asher Told by Genial
Boots" His DISCUSSES Are
No Longer Awaiting.

James Leroy Asher, Lone
WOLF of the prohibition unit,
may have to dig into his makeup
box for a new disguise. His
honest face is too well known to
Washington bootleggers.
"Col." Asher set out a few
nights ago to break up the power
full ring of genial "boots" who do
a rushing business in the imme-
date vicinity Of police headquar-
tiers.
Easily Spotted.
His stocky frame and jaunty gait
were detected before he reached his
destination. The lightning-swift
mouth-to-mouth intelligence spread
through the center of Washington
bootleggerdom. When he stopped
at a street corner to look for prey
the boots" were deep in theological
discussions. Business was rotten
In fact, there was no business.
Colonel Asher went away dis
appointed, but returned the follow
ing night. A rookie liquor agent
who did not know Asher, was sup
porting a nearby lamp-post. The
revenue man siddled up to him, and
made talk from the extreme north
ern terminus Of his broad mouth.
AS the bootleg agent, unaware OF
his patrons identity, made ready
when out Of the shadows STROBE
giant of ominous mien. He put
a restraining hand on the rockies
shoulder and led him back to Asher
In a few choice words, he made
the necessary introductions. The
novice gasped at his narrow escape
BenefactOr Was Rival.
The benefactor in this case hap
pened to be a professional rival
of the man for whom the rookie
hustled corn" but he hated to
see youth and inexperience taken
advantage of in this manner.
Arms akimbo, the giant stood
before Asher and delivered a
you can't buy LIQUOR around
here. Asher" he said. $50 you
might as we'll go away and stay
away. Everybody around here but
this boy knows you well. All the
boots are sticking together
against you.
."And I'll tell you this for my
self: If I ever find you on this
corner again. you'll probably get a
good, long vacation among the
arnica bottles and the nasty medi-
cine. Now. beat it!'
Well. what was a poor "lone
wolf to do?
The bootleggers Of the section
mentioned. however. are not getting
along we'll among themselves. ac-
cording to the latest reports. One
stole the booze from the thief's car.
Still another corn" merchant re-
lieved thief No 2 of this booty.
Liquor Moves On.
The final possessor of the LIQUOR
is known to the main body Of boot
leggers. and he is due to "sef his. .
The vengeance. it is said. Will not
be OF a mortal nature:
The loss to the original owner
amounts to a little more than 500,
and this deficit can easily be made
up. The culprit will be made so
unwelcome among his fellows that
he will be forced to continue his
business in another section of
Washington, or possibly in another
city.
Thefts by bootleggers from their
co-workers' automobiles have be-
come noticeable during the past
three months, and several councils
OF war have been held among the
boot" fraternity to remedy condi-
tons.
One boot jocularly suggested
that a delegation be appointed to
call on Major Daniel Sullivan. ex-
plain the deplorable state Of affairs
and demand police protection for
hard working bootleggers.