Max Moskowitz was getting tired of it. He tended his brother's filling station on Route 25, Elizabeth, N. J., and all he asked was to be let alone to tend it. But twice bandits had robbed the station. The nervous strain of being held up, then questioned by police and insurance companies, got to be too much for Max. One night last week, when a car stopped outside, two youths walked in and snarled: "This is a stick-up," Max simply sat down on a chair.
"Better give us your money," croaked one of the youths, pointing a gun.
"Get out," said...
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