It was a quiet night in August, 1920. The boys were having a hot dog party out on the beach and I was all alone in the building at 11 p.m. Mr. Ben came in and said, "It is a fine night. How about taking a walk." I said all right and closed the door but did not lock it, so the boys could get in if they came before I got back.

We took a walk along the boardwalk and passed three young ladies on the way. They had been having a good time somewhere, for they were feeling fine. We walked around a while, and came back to the post office. Ben said, "The light is lit. The boys must be home." We went in but no one was there. Ben said, "Look, there is a pane of glass out of the window." There was and the case where the cigarettes were kept was open and several cartons were gone. The boys came back and I had them fix the window, and we closed up.

In the morning a lady came in and said, "Did you miss any cigarettes, as my daughter came home last night with an arm full of them, and the girls had been drinking, and are all asleep." I said, "Yes, there are cigarettes missing, and tell your daughter to come in by the door and not the window." The cigarettes were all returned. I saw Mr. Ben and we had a good laugh over the window robbery that netted nothing for the burglars, nothing but a scolding for drinking too many Martinis.