As strange as the sight of a member of the Union League club demonstrating a tap-dance were these lines in the august New York Times fortnight ago: "Five planes brought dozens of machine gats from Chicago Friday to combat The Town's Capone. . . . Local banditti have made one hotel a virtual arsenal and several hotspots are ditto because Master Coll is giving them the headache. One of the better Robin Hoods has a private phone in his cell! . . . Haw!"
The words, of course, were not the Times's own; they were...
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