Evening star., 1932-11-13

a Job of any kind was in the of1ng.
While he was thinking how much even
a small pay envelope would help the wife
and children, he almost stubbed his toe
on a canvas sack lying in the gutter.
He picked it up 1t looked like small
laundry container and was quite heavy.
Refraining, for some reason, from salts
flying his curiosity by opening it on the
curb, Lubowsky stumbled along until he
reached a gas station belonging to two
friends, Henry and Edward Waldman.
There he put the bag down, and he
and Henry took look at it, When they
read the words painted on it they won
dered if they were still alive or had
died and gone to heaven. The label
stated, in a matter of-fact manner, that
the bag contained $4,000 and that it
was on its way from the Bay Ridge
branch of the Bowery East River
National Bank to the Federal Reserve
Bank of Manhattan. When the two men
had cut the cord and opened the bag
with trembling fingers they found it full
of neatly bound packages of currency
IS, $40 and $40 bills.
In most fiction Henry and Alexander
would have agreed to divide the loot and
say nothing about it; or one would have
killed the other for his share. In real
life they did nothing Of the kind. They
Immediately called the Bowery q East
River Bank and notified it Of their fnd-
How did So, 900 come to be lying in
Brooklyn gutter when 1t should have
been tightly inclosed in an armored car?
That question has never been satisfae-
torily answered. The driver and guards
of the car, questioned by detectives, per
spired freely, but declared their com
plete mystiication. No suggestion could
be advanced, except that the rear doors
must somehow have opened accidentally
and the bag been iounced out when the
car was going over the rough roadway.
That incident still remains q 'mysteri-
Gus disappearance"
ONE of the things which, obviously.
his company takes particular pains
to be sure Of, said MIR. Rose, is the hon
esty of its employees. The firm never
employs a man unless he has been rec
commended by some one they know. Even
then he has to stand the test of rigid
investigation and serve long probation
airy period in less responsible positions
than that of custodian. He is finger
printed and bonded, and his private life
is scrutinized as minutely as that OF a
rival political candidate. When one of
the corporations 80 armored trucks goes
out on its daily rounds no member OF
the crew knows who else will ride with
him that day until they actually start,
nor does he know in advance what route
the car will follow.
The men are, to the best knowledge
of the company, entirely honest, but
character may sometimes undergo, in
the face of temptation, strange and
sudden changes, and this fact has to, be
recognized and prepared for. Not long
ago Chicago papers carried an account
of an armored car custodian who had
managed to elope,. actually in, the car
itself, with bag containing 1000 in
cash. Such incidents, however, are rare;
an elaborate system of checks, sigma
lures and counter checks prevents them.
All these precautions and more were
taken in moving Uncle Sans treasure
last August. Ever since the bomb ex-
plosion in Wall street in 1920, while the
building which it has just vacated was
under construction, the nerves of the
assay office have been distinctly jittery.
No visitors whatever are allowed within
its portals, no customers behind its desks.
You may look as harmless as a sucking
lamb, but the assay office will not trust
you. That was why certain incident
which took place during the recent NOV
ing of bullion caused such scare that,
q few moments after it occurred, the