New Britain herald., 1930-01-25

think, with her kiniolk5-Wherc she came from to begin with.
 The life that knew her and spun about her goes on without her. The SiIklincd Kid is dead So is Boots Magee.
 Just how a sweet youngstcr like Eiondic ever got mixed up with that tough Ma.ee mob Is q bit of a mys- tcry She was a wcl-Drcd girl, not yet twenty and had grayitatcd to the big burg to go on the stage or some thing. l don't think she cycr made it. But she wet her feet over the edge of the night life, and there she met the Kid. \ dapper, handsome little chap he Was. lie was the outside man for the Masce outfit, as tough bunch ot bootleggcrs, rum runners, dope sI.ovcrs and Chinamau smugglcrs as ever operated along tue coast
 The Kid made the commercial con tact5. He Was never on the rough ends; that is, he didn't travel on the boats, help haul the stuff or do the actual running.
 Magce bossed those ends.
 He was former longshorcman, strong as lion and as fierce. He was up in the big money. What he kicked in for graft alone would have kept bank going.
 When big bootcgging got organ izcd after the scramble and panic that followed prohibition, MaGee rose with the rackets. Soon he controlled 8 fleet of dccp-scagong speed boats that headed in from Halifax and Bimnj and the Bahamas and Tampjco.
 The home port was up above Man hattan Island, in the Long Island Sound, where the docking vas done, and thence the goods were transported by big trucks in the night to a half dozen warehouses ana centcrs of dis tribution.
 Millions of dollars were handled. Every cargo represented more than two hundred grand, and some topped three hundred. On one occasion Magce ruined whole community in New Brunswick, when he bought S2lO,OOO worth of Scotch, the real Mccoy, and paid of with counterfeit currency.
 Bringing in Chinese was hot side line. He got $l,00O head, paid m advance. Ma9cc could saIVe and smear in the revenue end, but the i'm migration crew wasn't so easy to handle. If it looked like jam Maece would just tie weight around the Chinkics' necks and heave them over board He croakcd twelve of them that way on one trip-and kept the jack, too
 So you may see that he was no lily
 He was married and had eight or ten children. But he was chaser. He played the night clubs and was keen for the little cuticS. He treated item like brute and paid them like lord. When he saw one he wanted he went after her Never mind whose she might be. And very few men ever started trouble with Boots Magcc. He didn't confne his raw Worh to Chinkjc5.
 When Blondic first waftcd across the horizon of the Magcc mob, Boots was of on cruise. By the time he landed, BIondic and the SiIklmcd h'c were pretty thick. When Magcc scu1 word to the Kid to meet him at a ccr tain cafe, which was d hangout oi thu gang, the Kid brought BIond'e along
 When Magec's hungry eyes lit o' that baby face and that yellow half he heard the singing of rare olrds ant smcllcd the perfumes of lar away c}imcs. He forgot the business on han' and spent the time cracking WItt BIondie, telling her what a swell little mama she was, and letting her know who he was.
 The Kid, who knew his Magce didn't care for the twist at all.
 He was that way in d big way ove Blondje. He had reason to think sh was Noozy over him, too.
 When Blonde excused herself t put on some makeup, Magec askc inc Kid, cold turkey, how he and Blon die stood. The Kid confessed he hope to marry her.
 Don't be a mugg," snapped Magee