The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1934-06-23

Going for Ride
In a large city in this amazing
country, a powerful limousine
was speeding toward the out
skirts. There were five men ir
the car; two in the front anc
three in the rear. We are con-
cerned only with the latter men
On the left sat Shorty, who
never spoke. The gun that he
held in the ribs Of the man be-
side him, did all his speaking fol
him. The unfortunate man in the
middle was Joe Mason, CHIEF
lieutenant in the well-knowr
frankie Smith gang. On the
right, a powerful and terrifying
figure in the booze racket, sal
Smith himself.
"Joe," said frankie Smith
you're gonna die. In about II
minutes, after you and me has
our little chat, you're gonna wine
up wit two slugs in that chear
dome O. yours. I'm JUS tellin
you now so that you amt sur
prised when the accident hap
pens"
The man in the middle wei
his lips nervously.
"Jeez, Frankie" he muttered
IT don't get all this. I amt done
nothin'. You an I has been reaI
pals, an now you're gonna Kill
me like a rat. Honest to Gawd
frankie, I amt"
He was interrupted by a swift
slap across the mouth. A tiny
trickle Of blood appeared imme
diately. frankie who had de.
livered the blow, rubbed his right
hand against his left palm
Shorty said nothing.
"Joe Mason" said frankie
Smith, you're rat. And wher
a rat hangs out with a right guy
like me, the rat has got to go
That's why you're goin'.
LAS I says before, you an mt
has got ten minutes for a little
chat. But it's little chat where
I do all the talkin.' So get ready
to listen to a lotta things-'caus<
they're the last things you're evel
gonna hear"
Joe Mason, his hands trembling
and his jaw dangling, kept hi
eyes straight ahead. It is doubt
full if he saw anything. FRANKIE
Smith crossed his legs, lit
cigarette and settled back com
fortably. Shorty said nothing.
ME an you, Joe," FRANKIE
went on, come to this town RICH
after prohibition. I like Vol
cause I think you're right gu,
like me. After me, I make vol
the head man of our mob. W.
make a load of dough an if
say so myself, we got the smart
est booze outfit in the country.
AN why do you suppose WEIR
figured so smart, Ell? I'm askin
you why, but 7 don't want NJ
answers from you. Because In
givin' the answers here as well a
the questions. We're figured 81
smart cause the head man j
Frankie Smith, the rightest gu!
that ever lived.
IT try to keep my mob clean
If we did catch a rat edgin' int
the picture, he didn't last lonl
wit us. Cause I was proud of m,
rep-and I'm gonna stay prout
of it,"
He tossed away his cigarett
and gripped Mason's arm say
agely. The latter man squea1e(
with pain. Shorty said nothing.
SqueaIer in Mob
$50 what happens?" Frank
Smith went on. $50 this har
pens. We're good friends with tn
other two mobs in this towr
Bein' a right guy, I say every
body's gotta right to a Twin
They make their little piece
change; we make ours. Why not
"All of a sudden, the othe
mobs starts to get knocked OF
by the Federal men. One shir
ment is nailed, and then another
Then the Government guys gra
third load from them-and a.
the while, we amt bein' touched
THE other mobs come to m
cause they know I'm a right guy
They tell me there amt nothin' t
it; somebody in my outfit has beel
squealin' to the Feds. Somebod
needed dough bad-and Somebod
is maxim a heel outta me and m
reputation.
II couldn't believe it, but I hat
to investigate. No rat is eve
rorpo hA 1iULnd RI tho nanaa n