The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-04-29
\ NTONIO CASSESE, polished gentle
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X = those ready-witted persons who do not slip. Every move he made every intri- cate detail of one of his gigantic rum hauls, was planned to the last remote triviality and timed to the second. Yet the Hateful slip-not his, to be sure-did come, and about that incident lay the destiny of my career as the so-called Queen of the Rum Runners"
 When our stealthy craft, the "Edith'' ar rived in New York in charge fo Captain Oman-who had taken the vessel to the Bahamas by himseif-we made our usual Hurricane" movements to get the cargo of liquor board trucks. We had been in New York for four days, waiting for the Edith and scheduling the points If strategic progress from ship to shore, and from shore line inland. Everything seemed propitious.
 One beautiful spring night in May, 1921, l looked out of the window of my hotel, anxious for the ever-dangerous crisis to be passed. Casscse was down at the dock. Certain" revenue officers were on duty, and all seemed easy sailing for we had "seen" to that
 Four trucks had been hired for the pur- pose of taking the liquor off the Edith" delivering it to the men who had engaged it. Three of the trucks arrived at the dock, ready for business. MT. Cassese and Joe, his chauffeur, were standing on the dock together.
 Each of them wondered at what was keeping the fourth truck. Minutes are eternities in such a situation delay may mean the difference between freedom and fo hak. k.~L 1..l AY put in an appearance. The chauffeur ex- piained:
 'I lost the roaL"
 Cassese, with biting irony, replied:
 Having mind or intelligence, you couldn't have lost that, too, could you? Get busy now and get out of here with that-er that oil"
 It Is the custom of rum runners to get rid of their cargoes as speedily as possible. It IS not any too pleasant for an investor to have the arm of the law descend and lose ones boat, not to mention the personal ele- ment of stay in jail. Unloading is the supreme moment of such transaction.
 The fact that there are so many thick heads in the physical side of rum running profession is the drawback Otherwise fabulous fortunes instead of occasional big hauls would be piled up by the dealers in illicit cargoes-
 Either your men prove so stupid that they shipwreck you. drown you, blunder into the most inconcevable situations, or, they are shrewd, trick and steal from you. Again, when others are remarkably smart at "snatching" many cases of liquor, they prove in the final stages so low of mentality thai they fall afoul of the authorities, are caught and shift the blame back on the shoulders of the master mind of the organi- zation.
 To get back to the trend of this story, which was the greatest turning point in our career of rum running:
 After looking out of the window from my hotel in New York, toward the spot in Long Island, at least toward what thought was being unloaded, and making a wish at the new moon over my left shoulder, I pushed my bed over close to the balmy air at the window, and laid my head comfortably down between two pillows, just right. How com fortable I was that night. And how well slept. I didn't know that Antonio Cassese was passing sleepless night.
 I had appointment with Cassese next morning for breakfast. I got out of bed leisureiy, glad that We had put across" an- other big deal. It meant money for An tonic. It meant just one step nearer to the longed-for day when he would retire. when he would-perhaps come to me forever, and we could live together our dreams. It meant