The Washington times., 1930-10-11

Hes good lookin' boy, amt
he?" she observed.
Bullets" said Kinky, dryly.
"have no sense O beauty. They
dom know are they goin' into
a damn fool what's good-lookin'
or not. I'll say one thing for
'em-they do GO where they're
sent. Bullets don't fall in
love-"
The blonde sighed. She
looked at the Kid again.
II guess I. ain no bullet"
she said, half aside.
MOP" pursued Kinky. How'd
you like q swell sock right in
that pug nose O. your'n, you
two-timin' umpchay?"
"Aw, no-nothin' like that,
Kinky," she covered UP. But
he sure is a han'some
feller."
It'll never do you no good
get that from headquarters.
Pour me a shoot--no, make it
a mans size-I amt no pansy
that's it-now take an
earful O. this: You think that
bozo looks good, do you? Well,
you amt the frs broad what
did. But you're about the last,
See?" ,..
"Whatya mean?"
"Nothin'-I amt gonna an
swer you-but pay some atten.
ton to what I tell you-that
shiny haired Mick wouldn't keep
his nose clean. He's lousy with
youth an spoiled by twists
who tell him how good lookin'
he is, when they could do bet
ter spendin' their time tellin'
how good lookin' I am.
80 it up an went to his
head. They was plenty o. room
there cause they was nothin'
else to inde'fere. The floozies
flop for him. It's his America.
An he loves it. So he goes off
his simple nut. He forgets
who he is an who a lot O.
other parties is.
"I've saw a flock O. Edge
water Kids come an go. You
seen him come. I'll see him
go!"
Kinky's Plans
The blonde lit a smoke.
"You-you mean-you're goin'
to have that nice boy tooken?"
'"Tooken, hell! This here is a
big burg. But it ain big enough
for him an me both. They'll pat
him in the pan wit a spade.
An on the handle'll be inscribed
'Kinky King I'm plastered, or
wouldn't let you on this. An If
you open that kissy trap O.
your'n. I'll run you into the
lake an walk you out till your
hat floats. Right?"
Right" she respon de6
promptly.
Right is right. Take a good
squint at him, if he registers 50
hot wit you. You won see him
long. He's carbolic acid to my
CUTS. Goldie Gorio Is s'posed to
be there an know somethin'. But
he nurses boobS like that. He's
good guy, that Goldie. I like
him. But he's a hog for half
baked sappadilS like this one. I
don wanna open up the old trou-
BILE. But nobody's gonna hand
me that rabbit-punch an tell his
relations about it. I'm Kinky
King. An don't you never for
git it. That name, King, must O.
come trough the ages not for
no good reason an that
pretty-faced bootlegger better
start singin' a hymn. Does that
sink in your dome? Or does
blonde hair defy wind, rain an
the human voice?"
She bent forward.
please. Kinky," she pleaded,
"you know your own mind an
you know your own game. But
why take 1t so hard?"
"Becus' that's the way I
wanna take IT,"
"But-you're goin' to chance
q tough rap an pull down the
whole Goldie Gorio gang on
you besides. For what?"
They'll be no rap. If Goldie
can't keep his yeggs in line. I
can ... He trots her herein
the Devils Hall-to play me
for laIlgh-meI Say, If it
WASH we all got a genIeman's
agreement not to get pers'nal
In here, I'd settle him right
now"
"Oh. no - Kinky -- not in
here!"
Don keep tellin' me what
not to do an when not to
do it. I laid out better men, n
him before you was born"
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