Radio mirror (Nov 1937-Apr 1938)

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NOR GLOOM OF NIGHT m m Postmaster-General Farley rewards the hero of this exciting true adventure an enviable organization. Charlie was a parcel post chauffeur-carrier, which means he rode on a mail wagon delivering parcels. And he was working out of the Tremont Station in the Bronx, in Greater New York. Well sir, late on the morning of May 5, 1930, Charlie and his partner, Herman Gross, were hurrying to complete their deliveries. Hurrying because in another hour they were due to check in at the sub-station and put on the feed bag. They were driving West along East 178th Street and the traffic was slowing them up. "If this traffic gets much worse," Charlie remarked, "we won't be able to get the mail out on time." "You keep your mind pretty much on your work, don't you, Charlie?" was his partner's comment. "Well, if peopte write letters and send packages, they want them delivered." Pistol shots caused those two mailmen to drop their discussion like a hot potato. Down the street men were running toward them. Pursuing policemen were firing revolvers. There were shouts of "stickup" and "get 'em." With their mail truck braked to a stop, the two men aboard it watched the chase with alert eyes. "There they go, three of 'em!" yelled Herman . . . "Now there's only two. Where'd the other one go?" "I saw him," said Charlie. "He went down that alley there." And Charlie jumped down and went after him. For Charlie saw that the third hold-up man had eluded the police and would escape if something wasn't done quickly. It didn't occur to Charlie that robbers usually carry guns. He didn't think of that until he had his man backed up against an ashcan. "Whatya followin' me for?" demanded the crook. "What are you running for?" Charlie shot back. "None 'a ya business." "Oh, yeah?" "Beat it, wise guy, while the goin's good." "What's the hurry?" "Why, you lousy rat, stick around and I'll fill you so full of—" "I don't think you're going to shoot anybody." But Charlie didn't feel so sure (Continued on page 70) 23 puffing