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Fatl ‘ather’s Dat y at! BYERSEST LENN ‘Tt wos father's day on Alcatrax ‘the other day. Tn a dramatic meeting Al Capone saw his son for the first time in five . ears, ‘They scarcely recognized : ach other. ‘They had been strangers since 1933, hen Capone was tentenced to prison for income tax evasion. The fon, then, was & youngster of about 14, ‘kept ‘unaware of his father’s gangland activities, { H a em college, and muttered, "My boy.” ‘The son tooked at the short man 43a, the ibfitting gta prison unl , the uniform of the toughest €: to the country, and sald, jad Capone wanted to take him by fbe shoulders, and hold him, and thump him effectionately on the back. The boy wanted to put hls arm around his father and telt him he Alcatraz—for the He knew hirfathes-enly ax a busy man who came home ted, lavished atfection on him, and who had once Played tin soldiers with him on the floor, Ceponé, then, was the underworld hig-shot. Those were the days when gorillas and torpedoes meted out “handfols of clouds"—~death—and machine guns. chattered Ike noisy typewriters in Chicago's streets, He was the fastidious dresser who fawnted finely woven, pearly grey EF understood, and that sano time be would be out, and they could start all over egain, But they coulda’ This was Al- cstraz, This was the vielting room, where plateglass separates you, and you talk through ® nercow slit tn the glass, with a guard looking at you all the time, Capone moped about his cell slumly after his son hed left, “E te to Woe all Cs free toe suits. Yet who, Sictirewemerity of hideaway home, parted with his ret tnue of 14 bodyguards who flanked im Like @ Maharajeh’s escort and protected bis wife and young son Uke any ether rather. ‘When they met tn Atcatras, they| stared at each other, For both hady changed, Capone looked at the young man tn a coflege-cut sult, polsed and tall, on summer vacation fram sn Bast kid, when be waf ttle," he mut tered, “I tried to be a good father. I didn’t want him to know about me, Now he comes and sees me here, ike this, It must Dave bit im between the eyes— Word -of the meeting streaked 5 through the prison, Canviots me] burzed It im the shops, whispered 4t out of the sides of mouths in the mess hall, It got to the dungeon, and solitary, via the thumpings and ‘Dangings that L the special grape” vine, Sentimental softies that they $re —even though they're the netign's toughest criminals — the con wiowed, and waggled their heads ap- provingly, and said it was decent of the Kid to come. And those who had children of thelr own were strangely alent, ‘And the spirit of Fathers Day permeated each and every cell