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Pushers. Shuman felt, moreover, that the Government was making hopheads of the farmers as well. "I think Government payments have something in common with the narcotics habit," he said. "Once on the habit, the victim becomes convinced he cannot live without the drug. In the jargon of the underworld, he's hooked. He'll do most anything to get his next fix, his next check. The pushers, in this case the Government bureaucrats and committees, constantly work to get more farmers hooked and dependent on payments." The upshot, Shuman said, "is very simple: the more that are hooked...
...were obviously unfenceable. The thieves ignored displays containing hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of diamonds and other gems that could be readily disposed of. Thus, with a fair certainty that they were dealing with greenhorns, the detectives called in the FBI and went to work on their own underworld contacts...
Hoodlums & Hopefuls. Gum Maker Thomas Adams introduced vending 76 years ago with penny machines on New York City's elevated platforms. The industry blossomed in World War II, with jerry-built soft-drink and snack dispensers in three-shift war plants. But postwar prospects attracted underworld hoodlums and undercapitalized hopefuls. The industry was overbuilt, and fell into such bad repute that long-range credit was difficult to obtain...
...argot of the French underworld, a poulet (chicken) is a cop, a poule (hen) a prostitute, and a maquereau (mackerel) a pimp. What caused the commotion this summer was the invasion of Nice by a band of poules and maquereaux who had left their native Algeria in the exodus of French settlers when the country became independent. The invaders found a friend in Nice-Gangster Ange Bianchini, 48, who dabbles in the manufacture of pastis, the licorice-flavored apéritif, as well as in crime...
...this obstacle, he could be clear in his insistence that the deed was solely his own: "I was never malicious toward this person. No one else requested me to do anything. I never spoke to anyone about attempting to do anything. No subversive organization gave me any idea. No underworld person made any effort to contact me . . . The last thing I read was that Mrs. Kennedy may have to come back to Dallas for the trial, and I don't know what bug got hold of me . . . Suddenly the feeling, the emotional feeling, came within me that someone owed...