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iE pie t E dite hunched over a whirling elec- Across the back of his faded ¥oluegray denim shirt the numerals £0,886" are sharply etched in {black. A livid scar creases the|. feheek of a face that reminds you of | . . . a Hands Calloused Hands once soft from a jife of eed jhuxurious ease, oriental ite ppiendor as the fabulous profits -of the era of bootleg booze, beer a -and rackets rolled in, now cal- loused, deftly fit a heavy strip of mos ‘sole leather on a bulky, shape- iJesa shoe upper. : It's a shoe designed for utility and bard Enocks, identical with ‘the pair he wears. Once those feet flazhed across polished night club floors in custom ish boots that cost §40. He had 4 dozens. . { One machine thumps and pounds. Fight hours a day. Forty-four hours a week. Two thousand, two hundred eighty-four hours a year. Twenty-two thousand eight hun dred and eighty hours in a decade. Two years have passed like this. Above the raucous jittering { machines, and seeasypdued ahuf- fling of feet, there Bo sound }pound outside. 1 Prisoner No, 40,886 pays his deb teer, boss of booze and beer, pub-| the outside world of bis fe bef = lic enemy No. 1, entered the At-| hind those gray w: ro lanta Federal penitentiary to be-| city’s outskirts. i wt ROT paconoeP ~ 4 q-1 Sek