The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-06-12
DEPUTY SIMPLY
INVALUABLE TO
SLOT MACHINES
Can't 'FriSk' the Boys In
less You've Got the Law
to Help You.

A brightly polished deputy sher-
IFS badge is a valuable adjunct to
a slot machine operator.
Take, for instance, the dime
dance roadhouse just outside the
northeast city limits.
There's no business depression
there. The steaks are just as juicy;
the jazz band just as tantalizing Is
ever. Bullying hip pockets may con-
tribute to the gayety there, but the
big, genial proprietor can't see
everything, can he?
They don't get falling down" at
that place-and stay there. They're
bounced pronto.
And there's no use having a
deputy sheriff around smoking your
cigars and everything without max
ing use Of him.
That flve-by-ten annex recently
fitted up adjoining the dance hall
emphasized that fact.
Take 1t or Leave 1t
In there, back to the wall, are
four Of the shiniest slot machines
a deputy sheriff ever looked at. No
silly nlint-vending contraptions Oh
these slot machines. Nothing like
that. Just "straight-shootin'," win
or lose, take it or leave it.
The nickel machine at the right
lets in the ribbon clerks. The dime
:. appliance, next to the left, takes up
the preliminary silver offering. But
the real chance to clean up is right
up here" explains the proprietcr's
dapper right-hand man, head
waiter and cone-on agent, waving
to the 25-cent twins at the left.
Not that one; this one" he adj
monishes, for this one, see here,
has all these quarters in the jack
pot. Some one recently hit the
other one"
A handful of quarters cleaned a
challenged from their glass-incased
jackpot. They seemed fidgeting to
get out.
Great funl" bean1ed the master
of-ceremonies" as the levers clicked,
sending the wheels spinning with
their lemons, peaches, plulns and
citrus fruits.
Twas Funny Thing
you know" conhded the head
man, as garrulous as the players
we're enthusiastic, "a funny one
happened out here the other night.
"A fellow was playing this quarter
machine" he went on. He'd take
a quarter out of his pocket, slam it
in the slot, bend over the machine
like this-so you couldn't see the
quarter or the wheels-you know
how some fellows do-pull the lever
and then listen to see if the bell
would ring.
He'd put his earnings in one
pocket; then put in another quarter;
always bending over SO no one could |
see the place where the quarter
goes down"
He'd clicked out quite a lot of
money and went out to his table,
where another man was sitting
when some one noticed he'd left a
slug in the machine. He'd been play |
ing quarter slugs! Well, they told
the boss, and when this fellow
comes up front, the boss takes hold
Of this fellows shoulder and says:
Say, want to talk to you about
them slugsP
''Now, What Can You Do?"
We'll, this fellow beats it and gets
away. But his pal still was sitting
in there. So the boss gets this
deputy sherif-you know we always
keep deputy sheriff out here. Well
the boss and the deputy sheriff |
collar this other guy.
They were in pinch, you
know, because, after all, you can't
call the police about some one
putting slugs in quarter slot ma
chimes, c7n you?
W.. they collar him, and they
ing, Here. This is a federal Of
tense. This is counterfeiting-play-
ing slugs. You'll go to Leaven-
worthl"
We'll the guy gets scared and
they go through his pockets and |
find slugs in every one of 'em. That's
all they could do. They frisked him
of the slugs and $11.50 and had to
let i'm go.
Can you beat that?"