Judge — November 29, 1930 — page 24: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A Safe Berth 11 recently pardoned convict with the scarred face and cauliflower cars was admitted through a seerct door to the office of the president. “Good day,” briefly said the cap tain of industry, who presided over the destinies of twenty associated telephone companies. “You were sent to me by a friend, the warden of the State Penitentiary. Where have you What have you don: itor hung his head in mod “Well, boss,” he said, “I don't like to brag about mysclf, but I opened the National Butchers’ and Grocers’ safe deposit vault. I also cracked the safe in the Harmon Trust Company at Little Rock. I've done twenty or thirty smaller jobs, too.” “I take it’ you understand the mechanisms of the most intricate locks, that there isn't a numerical se quence that you can't pick apart?” “Right, boss. “Do you think you could apply your knowledge of difficult: combins tions to an honest, constructive use? Could you create a combination that nobody—not even an ex-eracksman like yourself—could fathom Sure, it’s a cinch.” “You're hired then, my man. Re- port at once to the factory manager and tell him I hired you to design our new dial telephones.” —A. L. L ga er ue “Oh, Mother, quick! Father's trying to kick Freddy out of the house!” comicbooks.com