Southern Oregon News Review, Thursday, June 24, 1948
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OE KAUFMAN stood in front of
J penitentiary
the mirror. Two years in the
hadn't taken the plump
ness from his body nor the color
from his cheeks. The tint of silver
about his temples was becoming,
and the change from drab, loose fit
ting prison gray to tailor • made
banker's gray gave him confidence.
“I’ve got that new look, Pinky,”
he said to the man who had been
his cellmate during his first year of
confinement.
“Don't get any new ideas, Joe,”
Pinky said as he sat on the edge of
the bed, “you better do like I'm
doin’; go straight!”
“Hogwash,” Joe laughed. “The
cops have me figured as a counter
feiter, but I'm giving up that angle.
They'll never suspect me of being
a stickup man.”
Pinky stood up. He was tall like
Joe, but thin. “If you won't take
the job I've got for you. Joe, then
this is good-by.”
Joe was thoughtful for a minute,
then he said, "So you don't know
who is putting out that new batch
of counterfeits, heh?”
“I thought you said you were
givin' up counterfeiting,” Pinky
snapped.
“I am,” Joe assured him. “I
guess it’s just professional jeal
ously to hear that someone else is
putting out stuff that is almost per
fect.”
“All I know is that you've got
to use a magnifying glass to find
the flaws,” Pinky told him.
“Let's see.” Joe mused, “Batson
is still up the river, Jaeger and Sims
are in South America, Pete and Wil
son have dropped out of sight and
nobody knows where they’ve van
ished to, and Barody stopped a
bullet when the cops raided his
plant. It just can't be any of the
old gang. Somebody new must have
moved in.”
Pinky shook his head and said,
“ You’ll learn that you can’t win
on the wrong side of the fence,
but I'm afraid it will be too late.
Good-by. Joe.”
Joe dismissed his former cellmate
with a wave of his hand. Plans
already were forming in his mind
for the first holdup.
News had drifted into the prison
that Lee Stanley was going places,
and fast. Lee had been only a
petty racketeer a few years back,
and Joe never had liked him, but
apparently Lee had found a way to
become big-time. He was the new
owner of the Roxy night club, and
Joe knew it for a swanky place.
Joe snapped his fingers. He knew
the layout of the Roxy. It would be
easy to get to Lee's office, and it
would give him satisfaction to get
hold of some of Lee's profits.
He went to the closet and found
the hidden wall hole he had made
before his arrest. The revolver and
a box of cartridges were still there.
They were about the only things
the police hadn’t found.
With a handkerchief and a piece
of wire, Joe cleaned the barrel, then
loaded the chamber in case he
should have to use it.
Then he turned to the window and
looked outside. Sergeant Cain was
on the corner leaning against a
telegraph pole. Joe was annoyed,
but not disheartened. The cops al
ways put a man on you after you
did a stretch up the river. And this
was the same copper who had
caught him with a pocketful of
counterfeit bills two years before.
It would be several hours before
he would be able to go to the Roxy,
so Joe decided to play with the
detective before losing him.
When Joe stepped out onto the
k UT o f an olden golden
pavement, he saw Sergeant Cain
straighten up. He walked to a
restaurant, and took his time order
ing and eating, noticing that the
sergeant was keeping a hungry eye
on him outside the window.
Joe then spent a couple of hours
in a cheap movie, and was aware
that Sergeant Cain was sitting only
a few rows behind him.
Then he decided it was time to
give the detective the slip.
He was followed from the theater,
but kept his eyes open as he walked
along the street. Suddenly he saw
was a stack of crisp, new twenty
dollar bills un top of the desk.
Disguising his voice. Joe said.
“Be a good guy and don't act up,
or you'll get hurt.” as he moved
cat-like toward the desk. But he
knew Lee was going to get hurt.
Working with precision, Joe's left
hand scooped up the money, and
his right hand brought the gun
barrel down across Lee Stanley's
head.
He jammed the twenties into his
pockets and tiptoed to the door.
With a quick glance he saw that no
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INDIANAPOLIS. IND Two for
“Vardon gave me a great Up.” n cr school classmates met In a
Walter Hagen told me one day. “It Terre Haute, Ind , elevator one day
was about playing shots from heavy and began Informing each other of
rough or from the sand in bunkers. the latest events In their lives
I used to go into the rough or walk
Paul Hartwig remarked, “We
into a bunker gripping a niblick ns have a beautiful four month-old
if it were a matter of life or death. ! baby girl at our house You must
It meant power.
see her.”
“ ’Don't do that,* Vardon told
Mrs. Parker, who Is Hartwig s
me. ‘Grip the club lightly or
former schoolmate, bought a little
gently in your hands. Get the full I wool sweater for the baby and had
play of your hands and wrists
It delivered to the Hartwigs.
Eliminate tension, as far as yoi
She received a letter which A S a fe , Sou n d In v e stm en t—
ran. Most people in trouble, in the I thanked her for the gift but apolo
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ways develop too much tension
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afford tension. Just case up.’ ”
Another Vardon tip came year
ago from a British publisher whos
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cup butter or margarine
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•‘Vardon is an amazing man,”
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W ith a quick m ovem ent he was inside the ra b and snapping orders
to the d riv e r.
what he was waiting for. a cruising
taxicab.
With a quick movement he was
inside the cab and snapping orders
to the driver.
The taxi leaped forward, and Joe
looked out of the rear window in
time to see Sergeant Cain waving
to a taxicab that was traveling in
the opposite direction. Joe's taxi
turned half a dozen corners before
he was definitely satisfied that he
had lost Sergeant Cain. Then he
had the driver take him to within
a half block of the Roxy.
Joe worked his way cautiously to
the back of the night club. He
smiled when he saw the fire escape.
It was the kind that needed weight
to carry the bottom section down to
the ground.
Joe climbed a rainspout and
reached out and grabbed the side
rail. As he rode the section to
the ground, the rusty iron’s
screech filled the night, and Joe
stood still for a full minutes, wait
ing to learn if anyone inside had
heard the sound.
He decided finally that the other
noises out in the street had drowned
out the sound. He went up the steps
until he reached a window which
( pened into a corridor. He forced
the window without too much trou
ble and climbed inside.
Music was playing out on the
dance floor and the sound of laugh
ing voices penetrated the walls, but
nothing stirred in the corridor.
Joe tied a handkerchief over his
mouth and nose, and pulled his hat
down over his eyes. He glanced
around to refresh his memory, and
smiled Apparently this was to be
one of his lucky nights. He saw the
light through the glass in the door
of the room he sought, and shoved
the door open.
Startled, Lee Stanley looked ud
from behind a desk at the gun which
Joe held in a steady hand. There
one had entered the corridor, then
he ran to the window.
There was no way of knowing
how much money he had in his
pockets, but he felt sure that it was
enough for him to leave the city
and have a free and easy life for a
few months.
A half hour later, as Joe stepped
into his room, he was chuckling to
himself. He visioned Sergeant Cain
hurrying about the city trying to
pick up his trail.
He switched on the lights, then
froze. Sergeant Cain was leaning
against the wall, toying with his
Colt police positive
“What—what do you want?” Joe
stammered.
"The way you gave me the slip.”
Sergeant Cain said, “I figured you
were anxious to contact that new
counterfeiting gang. Also figured
the best place to pick you up was
right here."
Golf ¡g Pergonal
Joe relaxed and sat on the he'd.
Golf is your game. To a large de
He said. “ I’m through with counter
gree
baseball, football and boxing
feiting." At the same time he eased
the gun from his hip pocket and are someone elsc’s game. Golf is
the playing game. Tennis is a
deftly pushed it under the pillow.
“How about if I see what you playing game. The others are spec
have in your pockets?” Sergeant tator's games.
How can you pare away that ex
Cain asked.
tra stroke or two—maybe three or
Joe stood up and smiled. He had four strokes? Here are just a few
nothing to fear. The detective had
more tips:
no way of knowing where the money
BEN HOGAN: “At the finish of
came from, and he felt sure that my swing, the right hand is in con
Lee Stanley wouldn’t report the trol. The left hand is important
holdup to the police. He didn’t
until the final smash.
know how Lee had become big-time,
but he was sure his method wasn’t | “But I can give you another good
honest, and he wouldn’t want the tip. It concerns putting. Most putts
are missed because there is knee-
law poking into his business.
and-body
motion when you stroke
Sergeant Cain found the twenty
dollar bills and stepped back a safe the ball. I concentrate on locking
distance from Joe. He took a small my knees so there can be no knec-
magnifying glass from his pocket or-body motion. Putting belongs
entirely to the hands and wrists.
and examined a twenty.
Instead of giving the bills back Keep the body still and then stroke
to Joe, he stuffed them into his own the ball. But concentrate on strok
pockets and said, “You sure work ing the ball.”
GENE SARAZEN; “The big
fast, Joe. Loaded with counterfeit
weakness in golf is the tension
money already. Come on, you're
most golfers develop in being too
going to headquarters.”
slow. They say golf Is not a game
“ Counterfeits!”
Joe gasped.
of motion. It Is with me. I hit
Thoughts began to race through
a drive. Then as I walk up to the
his mind. So that was how Lee
ball I make up my mind on the
Stanley had become big-time! He
club I need. That won’t take over
was using a printing press—and
a second or two.
if Joe told the police where he
“It’s the same way on the green.
got the money, his life wouldn’t
Don’t
hurry. But don’t get tied up.
be worth a dime.
Keep moving. When you’ve decided
Sergeant Cain snapped a pair tn on the club you need, forget every
handcuffs on his wrists.
thing else. Concentrate on that
Joe looked at his tailored clothes club only. But never hurry any
and realized he was about to lose •wing.
that new look.
“Here is an excellent tip. Never
As he started to walk toward the hurry any swing or any part of a
door, he wondered if Pinky would swing. You can loaf on your back-
keep that job open for him. for a swing. But it is more important to
couple of years?
loaf on your downswing.”
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T rix ie T e fii Say»—
Life for a teen not only has it»
ups and downs; it has its IMS and
OUTS. Being IN the smooth crowd
and the big doings can make your
four years of high school the “Best
! Years of Your Life ’’ Being OUT
of them can make them seem like
40 years of solitary confinement
You don’t need a key to get IN;
you need a good personality, o
smooth appearance, a spirit of co-
! operation — and, maybe, a little
more aggressiveness than you've
been able to muster up until now.
Once you make the effort, you’ll
see the results. Instead of eking
out a day-to-day existence, you’ll
be riding a date to date merry-go-
•round.
“In my opinion,” Tommy Armour
has told me several times, “the
delay in the downswing is the most
single important feature in golf.
This was a big factor in Vardon’s
swing, the finest swinger I ever
saw play. It was a big feature in
Bobby Jones’ swing in his later
campaigns, I mean after 1922. Ha
gen was never in a hurry. He was
a magnificent timer.
"1 wonder how many golfers know
they start their downswing before
they finish their backswing? They
simply can’t wait to hit the ball.
They get about two-thirds back and
then the downswing starts.
“I would say this is the biggest
common weakness in golf. The
main idea is not to hurry anything.
You can loaf on your backswing—
you can loaf on your downswing.
Not too much, but enough to keep
everything smooth. Don't ever rush
that downswing. That even goes
for chip shots.
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