Bremer & Sports

On an icy road outside Faribault, Minn., one night last week Walter Magee, St. Paul contractor, saw automobile headlights blink four times. He stopped his car, lifted out two cardboard boxes full of money and drove off leaving them in the middle of the highway. To the stack of cash was attached a note:

"I have done my part and kept my word 100% as I said I would. This money is not marked and you have the full amount asked for. Now, boys, I am counting on your honor. Be sports and do the square thing and turn Ed loose immediately and tell him to come first to my home.

ADOLPH BREMER"

Day later the sports did the square thing. For $200,000 in $5 & $10 bills they turned Edward Bremer, 36-year-old son of rich Brewer Adolph, loose on a side street in Rochester, Minn., 85 mi. south of St. Paul. Edward walked dizzily in circles for a while, finally made his way back to his father's house by bus, train and cab. All the way home he kept his hat down over his eyes and his coat collar up so nobody would recognize him, prematurely set up a hue-and-cry for the kidnappers who had held him 22 days. Safe in his father's home he told a piteous tale of beatings, confinement and fright, then collapsed sobbing.

Federal agents, kept off the trail by the pleadings of the elder Bremer, friend of President Roosevelt, began trying to pick up the cooling scent of the abductors. Within eight months, snatchers have made $300,000 out of St. Paul brewing families.

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