The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-09-12

clnch over CanZOnerl ana now
about some nice cut rate ring
side seats for the wrestling
show at Ridgewood Grove?
When the Revolution comes, Guffy
and Stein will be specializing in the
contraband market, probably smuggl-
ing Tammany sachems through the
Canadian border.
Guffy and Stein are crooked and
proud of it. When they clean up
on some hot tip-usually the result
OF bribery, embarrassing, threats OF
extortion-they boast and gloat with
out shadow of a misgiving. Stein
does, at any rate. Guffy says little.
He leans against the window pane OF
his brothers ticket agency and
smokes his stogy. He spits sharp lit
tie spicks at the sidewalk hydrant.
At the end of the fifth round of
the Sharkey-W Walker fight, Stein
edged into my row and asked If I
wanted the long end of a 3-to-1 bet
that they'll draw. smiled and shook
my head
"Never mind" said the Gold Dust
Twin, 81 know you amt got dough.
All the same, I'm telling you to get
something down on that. You'll get
the odds easy. I'm a friend of yours.
Get a five spot down on that. I
wouldn't kid you"
"Sure thing?"
Sure thing"
Listen, friend of NINE" I said
How come you wanted to take my
dough-"
Business is business. But this is a
right steer. See If I amt friend"
7 DIDN'T have five spot. did put
up dollar bill and got four to one
on it. Sharkey was fighting listlessly
then but I didn't see how Walker
could last, still, I was interested.
You'll remember they called it a
draw. 1t was Sharkey all the way
but they called 1t draw. / got
four dollars, dirty look but
no information out Of Guffy or
Stein. The latter claimed he made
over $4,000 that night.
Guffy wanted to give me 10-to-1
that Lewis would beat Savoldi. OF
course Lewis beat Savoldi.
Don't ask me how they do it. I
don't know. If I did the Daily Work.
er's" drive for $4,000 would be over
in two weeks.
But there they are, Guffy and
Stein, the Gold Dust Twins, as elo-
quent living commentary on capt.
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The spectacle of their slinky &C
tivities is amusing at tunes because
they chisel their own kind, rats whom
you like to see cough up. Eat dinner
with Guffy and Stein and if you miss
your butter knife, just look for it in
your back. They'll be tickled silly
to read this, too. That's their brand
of morality, it comes as natural to
them as sacrifice to a Soviet shock
brigader or lying to William Green.
rUFFY and Stein are the spawn of
u system which they'll uphold to
their last booty breath. They are the
guys who run our sports and skim
the cream off the efforts of thou
sands of athletes. Guffy is college
grad and active in his Alumni Asso-
citation. At one time he secuted high
school players and phenagied ath-
letic scholarships out Of Alma Mater.
He's through with that racket now
but he can still get YOU seats on the
50-yard line for the big games. He
claims to have lost $4,000 on the last
N.Y.U.-Colgate game, but you don't
see him worrying, it's all in the days
work He likes to be considered a
character" and is almost childishly
happy over EXPLANATIONS OF delight
when people listen to Stein jawing
about their exploits.
Years and the crisis have touched
them but lightly. They both own
Pierce Arrows and overcoats with la
pels and pocket TASKS big enough
for tent. They go their rounds,
having breakfast with a doper of