Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-12-15
Dime and Dollar a Drink
Stuff All Out of Same Bot
tie, He Says-Traps High
and Low 7


NEW ORLEANS, Dec. 12.-Gold is
where you find it.
Any old-time miner will tell you
that.
And the same is true with booze
according to Izzy Einstein, federal
prohibition sleuth de luxe.
81 go outN and find it," says Izzy.
That's how 1 get it."
And his moon-like face creases in
an expansive grin showing every
gold tooth in his broad mouth.
Ivy, whose fame nearly rivals his
illustrious namesake who eXpounded
the theory Of relatively, chuckles so
hard all his 200 and some odd pounds
quivers as he begins to teH~hoW he
is drying up New Orleans, wettest
of all American cities, by Christ
mas
Pete Hunts Fights
The story starts with Izzy drifting
quietly down from New York and
registering at an exclusive hotel
with Battling Pete" Reagan, his
pugilistic protege.
Now, Pete really is somewhat of
a boxer. At least, he used to be, be-
fore he went to fighting booze with
Izzy Einstein.
They were looking for a match.
They got training quarters at pri
vate gymnasium, conducted by a
former city detective.
And that was only the opening gun
in their bombardment of 2500-odd
liquor-dispensing emporiums in New
Orleans.
Ten Cents Shot
After that, Izzy was everywhere.
His widely heralded disguises
changed with startling rapidity.
First day Izzy was in greasy over
alls on the river-front wharves, I'M
loading bananas. He bought moon"
for ten cents shot in water front
saloons.
That night in soup and fish,
monocle included-he entered an en-.
elusive club and bought whisky at
a dollar drink. And Izzy swears it
wasn't 81 bit better than the kind he
bought for a dime a throw down on
the river.
Next day, in flashy checkered suit.
he was the hot sport up and down
the Tango Belt. He entertained fel.
low sports, bought drinks lavishly
and made all sorts of friends.
But the Tango Belt: is in mourning,
And Izzy's to blame.
Then, all bedecked in costly look.
ing clothes and massive jewelry, and
posing as Il retired brewer, he
mingled with kindred spirits at an
exclusive luncheon club He cursed
prohibition up and down and sat in
for a couple games of pinochle.
BucktOWn MOurns, Too
Of course he wanted their adj
dresses. And down in his little note
book they went.
That night, all dolled up in fault.
less tuxedo, with a young woman of
more than average beauty leaning
on his arm, he rolled out to the
West End. There by the shores of
Lake Ponchartrain CLEAN the lights
of Bucktown, with its suburban
cafes.
Now the lights OF said cafes are
dimmed. Afghan, Izzy's to blame.
At three prominent restaurants
he applied for a job as a waiter. He
was from New York, he said.
Cl1red out because that damn
lz4J Einsteins shuttin' things up
too tight for good sports there"
He did not land the jobs. But
two or three proprietors invited him
to return later.
He took them at their word. The
proprietors and walters wish he
hadn't.
It's the funniest game in the
world" muses. Izzy.
High Power Gin
He even laughs about the time
the bartender in New York served
him kerosene when he called for
gin. The barkeep had met him be.
fore.
For amusement, Izzy PLAYS the
sllde-trombone. That got him a lob
in Brooklyn once when no other
government agent could get past
the doors. In the raid that followed,
a truckload of liquor was the prize.
He admits he has worked at everv
job from bank clerk to peddler of
collar buttons in getting evidence.
New Orleans is tne wettest spot
I've struck" he asserts. "But I'm
gonna make it dry by the time
| Canta Clause comes"
And the 2,500-odd bootlegsers are
beginning to think he is darned near
right