As a boy in Brooklyn, mop-haired, zoot-suited Barry Jacobs had every opportunity to get sharpened up. His father, a bail bondsman, not only made a lucrative career out of springing prostitutes for onetime Crime King "Lucky" Luciano, but turned state's evidence when the roof fell in and got off without a bruise. Barry, however, was both stupid and unlucky. He had hardly started a career as a holdup man at the age of 16 before he was nabbed by the cops. At 18 he found himself doing time in a reformatory. Last week,...
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