In Atlanta, Ga., Samuel Feldman, grocer, looked across his counter at a smiling Negro who was pointing a pistol at him.
"I'm back," said the Negro.
"Where have you been?" asked Grocer Feldman.
"On my vacation."
Grocer Feldman then emptied his till, gave the contents ($45) to the Negro, who disappeared into the night. Later Grocer Feldman went to the police. "It was the same man," he declared, "and the same pistol."
Grocer Feldman should know. Six times since January has his little store been entered and robbed by the same glib, ebony thief. The...
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