Before a Senate subcommittee last week appeared a little man with a long tale of woe. The man was Sidney Gould, head of a small Brooklyn company which nickel-plates towel racks and auto bumpers. His woe was the black market in nickel. "To get any nickel," he told the Senators, "you practically have to open a peep hole and say 'Benny sent me.' Of course, if you want to pay the price and meet the termsmeaning cash so the OPS can't keep trackthen there's no shortage . . ."
Gould himself admitted he had paid the price (up to $3...
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