Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1932-10-27

ling the banks cash. Schulz remarked
with q sneer.
Clark turned to the assembled group.
Gentlemen, let's got organized before
Dickson gets here. Schulz, can count
on your"
Absolutely"
What about you, Amcs2"
"rhats how feel about IT,
ives, how about your"
well. the way look at 1t, 1t seems
that ------"
All right. oBrien.'
well. you've got an awful fight on
your hands. That's all I've got to
SAY"
well. gentlemen, think 1t Isl
about time We do fight
There was stern faced serious
board that greeted Dickson as he en-
tered the room smiling. He glanced
from one TO the other and counted,
"One, two, three, four, five. Seven
more and you'd have jury" He took
his cane as club and made drive.
; "Well, It's nice morning gentlemen.
, How about two foresomes Of golf, esq"
he paused an Instant There was no
reply, so he continued Say you
know I found out something yesterday
about hitting golf ball. You've got
to hit It with the left hand, and from
the inside out. It's the only way you
cail----"
II think, Mr.. Dickson, we'd like a
little OF your valuable time here at
the bank this morning, II you don't
mind" Clark's voice was as hard as
steel and as cutting as sword.
"Oh, you would, eh9' Dickson laid
aside his stick and went over to the
J, table "All right. If It's more i'm
portant than golf, go ahead. What's
on your mind?'
outside the door, Helen's attention
!, was attracted to three men who had
Just entered the bank. They caught
!, sight Of Cluett, the cashier, and went
over to him.
; Whom do you wish to see2" cluett
injured.
. you"
Cluett looked surprised. A second
. Of the trio smiled. yeah, we want
to talk about big DEAL
Cluett caught on. "Oh, yes2 Well,
come this way" He led them to his
, private office.
THAT'S Dude Finlay all right the
typlst declared as she and Helen
watched the scene. i've seen his pic
ture in the paper hundreds Of times
II wonder what he's doing with Mr..
> Cluett?" Helen unused.
Gee, I'm scared. He's one of the
toughest gangsters in town." the typist
: declared in a frightened voice and APP
\ peared as though she were about to
duck under her desk.
II In the directors room, Dickson
II listened to the proposal and then de-
clared, you're only wasting your time
II gentlemen. Theren be no merger
II Why should / turn this bank over ia
II anyone else? I've worked twenty five
II years, night and day, to build it up
II and now you're asking me to dump II
II into somebody's lap Nothing doing
II "You can make handsome profit
on your stock" Schulz suggested.
II I'm not interested in profits. I'm
II interested in the bapk-in the de-
positors-they're my friends. They're
looking to me for protection-and I'm
not walking out on them" He turned
II away from the table.
II Eyes? Well how are you protecting
II your depositors? BY making a lot Of
|! idiotic loansP"
II Dickson wheeled on Clark. Take
II 1t easy, Clark" Thinking that trouble
II was brewing OBrien interfered.
II TITS all right Dickson smiled
Let him go ahead and speak his piece
II 1 like 1t. Go on"
ii "All right, I'll speak my piece Dick.
Il son, you've got to change your policy"
II Whats the matter with my policy
How many losses has this bank taker
/ on in the last twenty-five years9 II
tell you. Not a single one. What.
wrong with that kind of bankingP"
II THAT'S just pure luck" Clark de.
Il clared.
II Conditions have changed" Anne.
volunteered. "These are precariou'
Ii times