The Washington times., 1935-09-07
Bill and Julie

Julie was looking radiant, in q
girlish gown that set her blonde
beauty off to its fetching fullest.
Her eyes danced as Bill entered
the little sidestreet cafe where she
awaited him. And his face lit up.
Hello, queen he saluted. "Sor-
ry I'm a minute late-been tied
up with your boss"
"Oh, yes? He should be in good
humor tonight after beating that
bribery rap"
He is. But he wont be forever.
Americas cracking down on the
Carstons. He's made clucks Of all
the law outfits except one, and
that ones out after him now, and
that onell take him."
Income taX?"
Income tax. Seems shameful
enough that racketeers who clip
the nation for billions every year,
using every felony from subor-
nation to murder, can't be licked
by any other method than mailing
them because they don't pay hon.
est taxes on their blood-money.
But that's the way it works out.
Those special agents have the
patience of sheep and the obsti-
macy of bulldogs and the incor.
ruptibility of granite. Strange.
our public services are largely d.
vided into some units that are
practically 100 per cent crooked
and others that wouldn't bulge a
crooked hair for millions. This is
one he can't buy, can't scare and
can't outsmart."
"Oh, let's quit talking shop.
I'm for a side-car, jellled con-
somme, lobster salad and a dem1
tasse And hoW's your famlly?"
"I'll take mine straight-rye-
and T-bone steak, the reporters
standby. They can't fake a steak
and we trust nobody"
They touched glasses across the
tiny table.
Julie" whispered Bill, "you
look glorious tonight . And
here's looking at you-looklng
glorious"
"Skoal! You look okay, too-or
is it that I'm getting use to you?"
Say nice things while you can.
The first edition'll be on the street
soon, and when you see what l
did to my friend-your esteemed
employer-in my story about the
verdict Of that jury-maybe l
won't look so good to you"
"Why not? That's your Job.
A lot of people might not SYM
pathize with mine, but I do it
with all I've got. And I wouldn't
hold it against you that you
stand by yours the same way.
Drink hearty"
Gosh, what girl! AS a rule,
blonde hair adorns what knoweth
not rhyme, reason, wind, weather
or sense of humor. Most
femmes think if you don't play
their way, you're playing all
wrong. handle plenty Of them.
They shoot and cheat and sue
and eIope and Whatnot-and all
I do is to tell about what they
do-and I'm a heel, a monster
and a snake. How come you
look so sweet and have brains?"
Did you order a steak, or q
cut OF guinea pig?"
IN my research, 1t will be
necessary for me to observe the
subject at close range frequently
and for prolonged intervals. The
best time for such clinical pur-
suits, I am advised, are during
dining, driving, dancing and
we'll, that will do for the primary
stages of what Is technically
known as the double-o in the
scientific phraseology. So, after
we feed, how about a little spin
in the fliv, up to a place with
trees around it where the jazz Is
"You mean-the Alcazar?"
Nowhere else. You should
know something about it.
Carston owns it, or he gets a
cut-in on it,"
"He-I think he is interested.
But he shudders every time it's
mentioned"
why? It's peaceful enough.
That's one of the cleaneSt Of his
muscle-in emporiums and he took
it over with the rest Of a chain
that was owned by couple Of
chumps who wouldn't stand
peacefully for the heavy touch
and woke up dead in a ditch.
But it's a swell little spot and I
like it,"
"Oh, I like it, too. But
Carston jumps with the filters
when he hears the very name Of
it."
IT don't get the tieup. I
thought I knew the history Of the
place rather thoroughly"
This isn't historical-it'S hys.
terical. It's the name-Alcazar-
sounds so much like AlcatrazI"
Continued Next Saturday,
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