MASSACHUSETTS: Through Slush & Mire

There had always been a few chiselers in the army of 1,500 clerks, handlers, and carriers milling around each night in Boston's South Postal Annex. With all the frantic bustle of sorting and dispatching the daily mail, no one would ever miss the man who slipped out for a few beers or a movie. Before long the word got around Boston's pool halls and political clubs that the long, grimy building down by South Station offered splendid opportunities for anyone with the urge to cheat the Government out of a paycheck.

Soon the racket began to snowball. Loyal young Democrats...

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