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¢ od )® 201. Welfare Island! Joie Rae and his police dog) Drugs3 Degeneracy! “lone! Fevors! Luxury! Comfort! ithen Capone reed of the expose at Welfere Ialand he laughed! Laughed hilariously! "Initatore!" he shouted, throwing his head back scornfully. “get. wind of whut I'm doin; and shoot the works. Just like the bunch of puiks they arc. sist sot sense erough to buy the right men. Fool with chiselers. . "Kelly's enothor one, And Lates amd bailey, too. Punbsl! That's 11. Get a dig ides and aint got brains enough to work it out. That's vwrst vburns se up! T:at's wnat galls nef Me, in here, having to Bit baci und read what that decmed toy-gunner tries. Imagine it . . « 620,000.09, and couldn't sake a getaney! Inugine it)” he throws the necspaper on his bunk, The rangenen, to whom he in addressing tis words of derision, stands outeide the open cell doore Capone risoz, anger gripping his. “You know vhat#?" he exclains, conveying the impression he 4s atout to expound a theory. “You know what! 2t's a bunch of clucks live that who nake St tough for mol Sverytine the public reads something like that they think of ms, Get worrying what I get amuy with. Yell, Buddy, take it from - If 1 have to zo to Alcatraz with a bunch of tripe like * that, I'1] have so Goddaaned many men there that it's going to be too bad! . I sean it, tool Then they think. . . this Uncle Sam of yours. » » when he thinks ho can match his wits with Scarface Al's, he's got enother thought coain'. That's on the lovel. "and get this. Buddy. I got 4t straight from Washington. . « Iaint coin! to Alcatraz, That's fixed up. Cummings know dammed well 4f he sends me there it means trouble. Plenty trouble? And Cummings eint fool enough to brew trouble, Only throughsignorance will he ship me out there, "Now look at Dillinger! Lock at Prettyboy Floyd! Good guys, get net, But they aint got brains} xe e Wraina that pots a oF orere