The Washington times., 1930-10-10

on it's gold chain. He crossed
his knees and one trouSer leg
crawled up, disclosing gold
garter buckle. From his vest ne
fished up a gold pencil and
drummed with it against gold
ring on his left fourth finger.
Yelled Threats
IT told you them hyenas had
the Kid on the spot"
And as he spoke he revealed
q gold tooth.
peace be unto the souls o.
the rats what got 'im," sol
emnly spoke q tall, handsomely
built young man in natty
chauffeur'S togS. Wen give
'em the same up-an'-up they
give the Kid, eh, Goldie?"
"Sand, Ray-sand!" eau
toned Goldie. This calls for
some noodle"
You mean-you don't mean
we're gonna let them West Side
gooferS get away with this?
This ain like the rest O. the
jobs. This ain business. This
is plain murder" cried a wiry,
monkey-faced little fellow in
ready-made dark clothes.
Exactly, Chimp. Murder.
And murder amt our racket"
"Since when?" chirped q
blonde youngSter, who might
have passed. for a college junior.
"Since- all the time" said
Goldie. as he slowed away the
gold pencil. went down into his
pants pocket and came up with
five tWenty-dollar gold pieces,
which he Shuffled in one hand
dexterouSly. I'VE knock 'em
off, yes. That's part o. the
routine. We got to operate. Big
industry does the same thing
if competition won't merge to
stay on the reservation, well,
what are all the gat-factorieS
runnin' for? Nations act and
react the same way. That's
strictly legit. But this? Well
they say in the olden days
there was a war over dame.
But in these days! We're
civilized!"
The group of ten sat dumb
founded. Then Chimp arose
and said:
His Determination
"Okay, chief. If you say no,
you mean no. So this here
won be official, if you know
what I mean. But I'm goin'
out an crOak the ScumS what
butchered my pal, the Edge
water Kid, If I have to chase
'em ninety t'ousan' miles an
shoot 'em in a church. You
say this ain business. All right
it'll be pleasure"
Goldie shifted the five gold
pieces to his other hand and
shuffled them.
"8hat would pop up a lot Of
hell" unused GOldie. his eyes
toward the ceiling. "If you go
through, Kinky Kingn put the
finger on you. Then therell be
plenty Fourth O. July. The
whole back an forth starts all
over again-after / promised
the Mayor there wouldn' be any
more inter-gang warfare in Chi
cago if I had anything to say
or do about it,"
$50 did Kinky promise. Him
for the Wes' Side, you for the
Mort an Hannibal for the Sout'
Side-all shakes dukes on tt
an now what? Who WEIGHED
on the deal? We didn'. Han
nibals mob didn'. But that
chiselin'. cheatin', swill-b OK
skinner, Kinky King, has the
Kid massacred wit a typewriter
in broad daylight in front O.
his own home an on the day
O. rest. If we let 'em pull that
raw work on us an live, Kin
ky'll strut in here an stick
you up for them double saw
buck slugs' you're jugglin'.
Chief, you're gettin' soft"
Goldie flipped the gold-pieces,
all five of them, back to his
right hand. and with the left
he flung away his gold-tipped
butt. He took out a gold cigar
cite case, extracted a smoke, lit
it with his gold lighter, put
that back, adjusted the gold
clasp that anchored his wide,
substantial cravat, and said:
IF you figger I'm gettin' soft,
I'll come over there and knock
you loose from your Adams
apple, you queer-lookin' imbe-
cile. And what's more, if you
go on any private huntin' trips
I'll blow a tunnel in you SO big
they'll drive your own hearSe
through it,. that goes for you
an the rest o. Goldie Gorio's
boys. an that's that!"
Goldie arose. He slipped his
gold pieces back where they
lived. He produced a gold
backed comb and ran it
through his massive black hair.
He put on a Panama hat with
a fancy, band in which gold
predominated a four-color COM
bination. He picked up a
gold-headed cane.
Come on. EN>y," he ordered.
I'm goin' to the station an