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Show THOUGHT FOUCE ! BANDITS! FLEESj And So When Mutual Agreement Was Reached, Both Were So Happy. Evanston, 111. "Come to the corner of Central and Eighth streets!" shrieked a woman's voice over the telephone to Wilmette polices headquarters. head-quarters. "There's a mysterious black automobile standing there and I think there are bandits in it!" Grabbing shotguns and pistols, the Wilmette bandit squad jumped into a quivering fiiv and rushed to the intersection named. There, sure enough, was the mysterious ' black car, standing silent and forbidingly beside the curb, its headlights darkened. dark-ened. Women who had come to the scene screamed as the cops, shotguns in The Fliver in Hot Pursuit. hand, stepped from the fiiv and stole 'cautiously toward the car. All about was an air of impending tragedy. Suddenly the machine headlights blazed. The feminine shrieks redoubled. re-doubled. Then the car shot forward and "tore down Sheridan road, with the fiiv hot in pursuit. A few moments later pedestrians in Davis street, Evanston, dodged into near-by stores when both machines came furiously charging into Fountain Foun-tain square. The mysterious car halted halt-ed abruptly beside the fountain and the fliv squad members, leaping out, covered the driver with their artillery. "Who are you?" they demanded, showing their stars. "Gosh wlint n relief!" sighed the driver of the black car. "I'm Jack Friedman, an Evanston auto salesman, and I was just taking my machine out for a demonstration. I thought you were bandits." Tableau. |