The Washington times., 1930-10-23

with the burg buZZing over
the incredible stick-up Of Cen.
tral Detail, the kidnapping Of
Polack Annie by Goldie Gorio
In person (there was no secret
about that) and the Suckerizing
of a great municipality by q
handful Of hoodlums, the news
paper boys foregathered in the
outer room Of the chief. Eight
of them, keenly alert, cynical,
skeptical, practical, trained and
gifted to X-ray the sham, hy-
pocrisy, mendacity Of those
they handled-they sat around
and banded the subject In
hand.
They felt no passion over
fundamental right or wrong; to
them it was "copy." They
weren't indignant, and they
weren't eloquent. The cltys
shame" might burn the edi-
toriaI writer's, but it only busted
the news-hounds. The chief
was in. He would see them
In a minute:
They didn't play pingpong
with wisecracks, like reporters
in the movies and the news
paper plays. They looked at
their watches.
The chief scarcely looked UP
aS he sat behind his flat desk.
He seemed preoccupied with
some reports he was pencillng.
When he lifted his face it was
stubbed, saggy and haggard.
And under his puffed-up left
eye was a purple sinner.
Mifflin, dean of the police
reporters, opened up:
That little party early this
morning"
Meant the end of gangs,
gangsters and gansterism in
this city," blurted the chief.
''There's q roundup on and we
expect an important arrest in
"a hours. We know who
planned and execu|~1 this
job"
Chief Has Hurt Look
"And who knocked off the
Edgewater Kid"
"And who settled Kinky
King"
"And who shut off the city
lights and broke UP the store
windows"
"And where Polack Annie's
hiding out"
"Just a moment, boys" cut in
the chief, with hurt look. II
thought that at least you didn't
talk and think like mugs.
We've already got one Of the
mob"
whats his name?"
"Ahah-that can't spill yet"
well, he won't talk"
He'll talk in seven languages.
I'll-well, he'll talk this time. =.
and then maybe Wen get a con-
viction. It's an almost helpless,
hopeless business, fighting or
ganiZed gangSterS. If we arrest
them we can't get men to sit
on juries, we can't get witnesses
to testify; they've rot the high
est priced lawyers and they
hand us habeas corpus or a
writ to free the suspect on bail
and that's all of that pinch.
II we beat 'em they beat the
rap on grounds of duresS and
violation of Constitutional
rights. Say. those babies have
more Constitutional rights than
the Anti-Saloon League.
Mayor Back Of Him
'"The second one of 'em is in
trouble, every politician starts
pulling and hauling. No judge
wants to hear the case, no pros
ecutor wants to push 1t. They're
tangled into every network Of
politics, big business and even
social stuff but this time, If
your papers give us a decent
break instead Of joining the ig-
norant readers and kidding and
Slamming us, we'u take 'em on.
The mayor is back Of me a hun
dred per cent, and"
why don't you run in Goldie
Gorio?"
"I didn't say who we're going
to arrest"
"You know that was the
Gorio mob-and Goldie did it
with. his own hands. We know
q dozen people who recognized
him."
st know what gang it was
and who was with it on this
rotten trick. Wen clean up
every last one Of 'em, too, this
time"
where is hep Where's An.
nieP"
"Now. I couldn't tell you
that"
"Not even if you knew"
ooh, behave tell you
we'll have the bunch very soon.
I've talked to the matron and
the squadron men-we know, !
tAH ~.ms,