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17, Watch, who shouts for silence. His commands sre met with derision and “parce berries’. Unable te do anything with the mea, he decides t. let them tire themselves out. "They usually do", he soliloquizes. . We look shockingly at the wreckage. The concrete floor is strewn With broken chair legs, chair backs, chair seats, cushions, wmirrore, pillows, blankets, feathers, mattresses, cigar boxes, turning newspapers, and filth. The yellow tile walls are disfigured and shocking. At 7:00 P.M. the redfo is turned on. The men put on their eer-phones and the ¢laner subs ides + One hour of demonstration? One hour in Capone's life that he would give wi2lione to have never lived through} For frarkly, he bad no thaught but that his affability would win him many friends imnediately. fut, in prisce, first impressions generally rewin. Neither time nor coercion gan indice a man to forget the attitude of ancthar inmate whan he first becomes one of than. And Capone, of ali mon, pecoivsd the most disgraceful and un- ’ welcome reception accorded a prisoner in the history of the Atlanta institutions fh ne eee