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...tell him that oleomargarine was better for insane patients than butter, Neylan barked: "You are more important to the State than your patients. If oleomargarine is so good, you eat it!" He saw that they did. With his toughest teamster tactics he routed so many corrupt officeholders to San Quentin Prison that Governor Johnson called a halt, jokingly told friends that "Neylan was ruining the State Government by putting all the officials in jail...
...persuade him to join his mob. But Peter wanted to be a writer. Moreover he had run across his cousin Jack, who had become an I. W. W. organizer, and whose devotion to the labor cause gave Peter something else to think about. While Jack languished in San Quentin, Peter to his horror fell in love with Jack's wife. To give him something to settle on, Adamic suggested he write the story of these three grandsons...
Recommended for a valor medal in Michigan was Corporal Norman Selby ("Kid McCoy"),* tricky oldtime middle-weight prizefighter and barroom brawler. Two years ago fisticuffer McCoy finished a nine-year term in San Quentin Prison for drunkenly killing a sweetheart. Last August, when a boat capsized in a lake near Ann Arbor, he raced to the rescue in a motorboat. Grey, paunchy and 61, Kid McCoy fished five children from the water, dived deep for their parents until his nose spurted blood from the pressure...
...what could they do? San Quentin Prison, jutting into the Bay 10 miles above San Francisco, had space for only 3,000 inmates. Crammed into it were nearly 6,000, world's biggest prison population. Only way the Board could make room for new prisoners was to shunt old ones out as fast as they could. Meantime those remaining stirred like cattle squeezed in a ship's hold. A score had lately been sent to dungeons for riot & rebellion. Pondering their problem, the boardmen and Secretary Mark Noon adjourned to Warden James B. Holohan's house...
...hours and 54 miles away from San Quentin, the convicts sighted a creamery, jumped. The convict-clothed boardmen tumbled out of the careening automobile, screaming their identity just in time to keep police from shooting them down. The convict leader peered from a creamery window, got two barrels of buckshot full in the face. At that the other three, all wounded, marched out with hands in air and the most sensational break in San Quentin's history was over...