Here is the inside story of juvenile gangs in action — their hangouts and habits, their girl friends and underworld heroes: dope peddlers and bookies, trigger-happy hoodlums and easy money boys.
” Oh, so ya don’t like my seersucker suitcoat, do ya? Well, I don’t think much of your stupid scarf, see! And George, where’s your cigarette? Ya s’pose tah stick it behind ya ear like Frank here. Why else ya think we called the fag boys?”
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Gang art by Rafael DeSoto
” Oh, so ya don’t like my seersucker suitcoat, do ya? Well, I don’t think much of your stupid scarf, see! And George, where’s your cigarette? Ya s’pose tah stick it behind ya ear like Frank here. Why else ya think we called the fag boys?”