In This Life All That I Have

It's A Racket. Those Stock Market Guys Are Crooked.

A Crook Is A Crook, And There's Something Healthy About His Frankness In The Matter. But Any Guy Who Pretends He Is Enforcing The Law And Steals On His Authority Is A Swell Snake. The Worst Type Of These Punks Is The Big Politician. You Can Only Get A Little Of His Time Because He Spends So Much Time Covering Up That No One Will Know That He Is A Thief. A Hard-working Crook Will-and Can-get Those Birds By The Dozen, But Right Down In His Heart He Won't Depend On Them-hates The Sight Of Them.

Some Call It Bootlegging. Some Call It Racketeering. I Call It A Business.

I've Been Accused Of Every Death Except The Casualty List Of The World War.

I Am Going To St. Petersburg, Florida, Tomorrow. Let The Worthy Citizens Of Chicago Get Their Liquor The Best They Can. I'm Sick Of The Job-it's A Thankless One And Full Of Grief. I've Been Spending The Best Years Of My Life As A Public Benefactor.