From 9 a.m. to 4:30 p.m., at rows of battered desks in a big, grey-walled room in the Treasury Building in Washington, 40 old women in aprons and house dresses sit counting the worn, dirty, ill-smelling U. S. currency sent in by banks to be changed for new bills. The room's windows have iron gratings and Treasury guards stand by, but last week it was discovered that four grey-haired drudges had found a way to eke out their $30-per-week pay. They had been robbing the Treasury for years. When a package of currency...
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