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GREEN, Johnnie, black, hanged Bastrop, Texas, February 25, 1909,

"Bastrop, Texas, Febe 25, 1909 = Today at 1 o'clock the young negro who murdered Mr, We
P, Green, an old fisherman, about a year ago, was hanged. The negro walked from his
cell smoking his cigarette, and before ascending the gallows walked to the window and
addressed the crowd below, He said: 'Hello, peaple; boys, I want to warn you boxy, be
goods; don't get into trouble; stay at home, You see where I am. I am going to heaven
and want to meet you all there.' He ascended the gallows smoking his cigarette, and
calmly smoked while the straps, cap and rope were being adjusted. Even after the cap
was on and his limbs buckled down he asked the deputy to put the cigarette to his mouth,
In seven and one-half minutes after the trap was sprung, he was pronounced dead, The
fall had broken his neck, The body, after hanging twenty minutes, was taken down and
turned over to relatives who buried it here, During his trial and for some time past
the negro has tried to play insane, refusing to talk to anyone, Last night he called for
Sheriff Townsend and made a full confession, making practically the same statement that
he made before the trial,

"On January 30, 1908, occurred one of the most brutal murders that Bastrop County has had
to record in her calendar of crime, The perpetrator was HohnnimgGreen, a young negro
about 19-years-old, The victim was Mr, We P, Green, an old fisherman and ex-confederate
veteran, The old soldier lived all alone in a hut which he had built near the mouth of
Wilbarger Creek, some eight miles above town, Having no relatives to care for him, his
only means of support were his confederate pension and the money he made selling fish,
His camp was frequently visited by citizens from Elgin, McDade and Bastrop, and all Waxed
who knew him regarded him as kind and gentle in disposition, He seemed to take @XM#XIZ#ME
a delight in entertaining his visitors, The criminal whose home was in Bastrop, was

one of that kind who would not work and could not be persuaded to attend school, He was
of a roaming disposition, There was no clew to the crime further than the fact that

the negro convicted of the offense had been living about the camp, On Jan, 31 the dead
body of the murdered man was found by Mr, Will Scott and a party, who had come from
McDade to spend a day or so fishing with the old gentleman, His body was lying before
his camp near a fire, The crime was immediately reported to the proper authorities

and after an inquest was held by Justice of the Peace J, N. Jenkins the sheriff and
deputies went to work to apprehend the cimina, There was no clew further than as sta-
ted above, Later Sheriff Townsend discovered that the negro had left the camp on the
day of the murder, stopping at Sandy Creek and tearing from his overalls a strip stained
with blood, The trail was taken up here and followed to town where the negro was X4dxEaAK
located and his movements closely watched for a while, Satisfied from Green's movements
and the other evidence already spoken of, Sheriff Townshnd had Lee Olive to make the
arrests

"The sheriff, after warning Green shat any evidence given by him would be used against
and not for him, began to fire in questions in rapid succession, The negro could not
stand the ordeal and sooh admitted that he had committed the murder, He told how he had
quarreled with the old mans; how, while the fisherman was bending over bying his shoe

he secured an ax and struck him in the back of the head; how and where he had hid the
axs how he had gone through the old man's pockets, securing LO¢g, This he stated was

his object in committing the deed, Just before his trial 'which was heard July 6), Green
attempted the role of insanitybut the jury declared him to be sane. He was then tried
for the murder. His statements were fully corroborated on the trial of the case, plain-
ly proving his guilt, and the jury assessed the death penalty, Still playing the role
of an insane person, he did not seem to be effected by the verdict. ‘When put back in
jail he became normal and rational, An appeal was taken and the judgment of the lower
court sustained. Judge Sinks at the last term of court pronounced the sentence, fixing
the date of Feb. 25, next Thursday. A few days ago Green was placed in the death cell
and a guard placed over him, He refused to talk to anyone except the officers, The
guard informs us that he eats and sleeps well, but does not talk much, Judging from
his actions now, he has again assumed the role of ansanity. Green has had little
spiritual advice, but seems to be little moved by tthe prayers and exhortations of the
ministers." NEWS, Galveston, TX, Feb. 26, 1909 (8/5)

GREEN, Johnnie, black, 20, hanged Bastrop, Bastrop Co., TX, February 25, 1909.

The following transcribed from 3/5 card:

Johnnie, Green, black, was hanged at Bastrop, Texas, on 2/25/1909, for the murder of W.
P. Green, white fisherman and Confederate veteran who he murdered on 1/30/1908.

See NWU.

Affirmed: 113 Southwestern 15.

GREEN, John L., electrocuted Texas State Prison (Medina County) on August 5, 1932
and JOHNSON, Ernest, electrocuted Texas State Prison (Caldwell County) on June 5,
1932. Same crime, Johnson tried on change of venue from Medina County. Both

appealed: Johnson: );8 SOUTHWESTERN -2nd~ 27h; Greens BB 51 SOUTHWESTERN -2nd~ 391,

"Hondo, Texas, July 10, 193l-John L, Green, negro youth, charged with the mrder of
Frank H. Kempf, Devine dairyman, took the witness stand here Thursday as defense
testimony got under way after the state concluded its testimony in an hour and five
minutes. Green changed his plea from not suilty to guilty at the opening of the
session, He is charged with Ernest Johnson, also a negro, with murdering Kempf,
Green was calm on the witness stand, and chuckled some as he testified. He told of
gsoing to Kempf's house on the night of June 15 with Jonson and Ora Wilson Dillard,
San Antonio negress, who has been charged as an accessory.
"Johnson struck Kempf with a club and then Green struck the dairyman, the defenadnat
said, He said he heard Kempf curse Jokmson, and that it appeared that the two men
were fighting, He denied the part of his written statement to police, that he and the
two others went to the Kempf house for the purpose of murder and robbery. They went
there to collect some money which the Dillard woman claimed was owing to her, Green
said. Green was preceded on the stand by his mother, who said that Green is 17
years old, Judge LeeWallace of the 38th District Court had the defendant repeat his
plea, The court asked? 'Have you been promised anything to change your plea?!
"tNo,' Green answered.
"tDid anyone persuade you to change?!
"'Green said calmly: 'No, xir, I am pleading guilty because I am guilty.!
"'No you realize that this jury may send you to the electric chair?! asked the court,
"'¥es, sir,’
"The state then proceeded with testimony exactly as if thecase was being contested,
Sheriff C. J. Schuehle of Medina County and his deputy, J. D. Dawson, testified
that in their opinion the defendant is aane, Louis Kempf, 77-year-old father of
the murdered man said on the witness stand that the last time he saw his son was at
8 PM on June 15 when two men called Frank out into the yard. The older Kempf said
that he went to sleep and started the search for his son the following morning,
George Briscoe, who lives }00 yards from the Kempf dairy, said that the elder Kempf
informed him that Frank was missing and that he started the search on June 16,
He also told of viewing and identifying the body eight days later when it was found
at a negro school house at Natalia," POSIT, Houston, Texas, July 10, 1931 (Section
two, page one, column 6). "Hondo, July 11, 193l-John L, Green given death penalty.
Johnson to go on trial on July 13." POST, July 11, 1931 (Section 2, page 1, col..3)

"Hondo, July 17, 193l-Ernest Johnson, negro, charged with the mrder of Frank M,

Kempf, Devine dairyman, was granted a change of venue by District Judge Lee Wallace

of Honde, He will be tried in a Caldwell County District Court at the August term
according to District Attorney K,. K, Woodley here. The change of venuewas granted
onverbal motion of L.. J. Brucks, court appointed defense attorney, after a second

venire of 50 men had been exhausted without a juror being selected. Another venire

of 70 men was exhausted early this weekee.." POST, Julyl7, 1931 (Second Section, page 1).

"Huntsville, Texas, August 5, 1932<Iwo negro youths, convicted of murdering a white
man, were electrocuted in the state prison here early Friday, The negroes, John L.
Green, KX 20, and Ernest Johnson, 18, died within eight minutes of each other, Green

was the first to pay the supreme penalty. Preceded by Father Hugh Finnegan, Catholic

priest, the two negroes walked into the death chamber unassisted, Neither made any

statement beyond a terse fairwell to the priest and prison officials, Both negroes

admitted to NWXXMKKXYKWAXMAKXWXXWXX WHUAXEMXXAXHREXURE Warden W. W. Waid two hours be-
fore their death that they killed Frank Kempf, a Medina County dairjyman in 1931,

Kempf was beaten and robbed, Green said he and his companion perpet ated the crime
but was unable tosay why. 'We just did it and that was all,' the negro told the

warden, Green was tried in Medina County; Johnson in Caldwell County an a change of

venue, The double execution of the negroes was the first of its kind in several

months here at the state prison," POST, August 5, 1932 (1-8) NOTE: THE TEXAS
LIST OF EXECUTIONS INDICATES JOHNSON WAS EXECUTED IN JUNE. ft fis DISCREPANCY MUST

BE CLEARED UP.

TEXAS EXECUTION: Jeffery Griftin, 37. uted by
lethal injection early today for a 1979 Houston convenience
store robbery that left two people dead. His execution was
the 53rd since Texas resumed capital punishment in 1982
and the 11th this year. That makes 1992 the most active for
executions in Texas since 1951, when 13 convicted killers
and rapists were executed. (Alabama controversy, 10A)

FAMILY KILLING: Robert otis
Coulson, 24, was jailed without
bond on charges he murdered his
adoptive parents, two sisters and
brother-in-law, and burned their
bodies — all for greed. Homicide
Sgt. Brad Rudolph said Coulson —
out of work and in financial trouble
— intended to inherit a “substan-
tial” estate. He was arrested Tues-
day shortly after the family funer-
als in Houston. Also charged and
Jailed without bond: Coulson’s
roommate, Jared Althaus, 23.

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__ «By Rick Bowmer, AP

COULSON: Ac-—
cused in killings

Man Executed in Texas
| For 1978 Slaying

.| Huntsville, Texas — Jeffery Lee
- Griffin was executed by injection
_ early today for killing a store
~ Manager during a robbery.

. Griffin, 37, had been con-
demned for the slaying of David
Sobotik, 19, night manager at a
convenience store in Houston. -

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER19, 1992.

were abducted and driven away
in Sobotik’s car. Both were later
found stabbed to death. Griffin
- confessed to Sobotik’s slaying
_ two days later. He never was
tried for the boy’s slaying.

After the store was robbed on
March 12, 1978, Sobotik and a 7- -
year-old boy, Horacio DeLeon,

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HUNTSVILLE, TEXAS Jeffery Lee Grif- _
fin, 37, was executed by injection early
Thursday for a Houston convenience
store robbery that left two people dead.

- Griffin was put to death hours after

the U.S. Supreme Court rejected his plea '

for ‘a stay. He had been on death row
since 1979 for killing David Sobotik, 19,
night manager the convenience store,
and a 7-year-old boy, Horacio DeLeon,

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GRIFFIN, Jeffrey Lee, elec, TX (Harris) Non. 19,1992

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1992

Texas Executes Man
For Murder in 1979
Of a Store Manager

HUNTSVILLE, Tex., Nov. 19 (AP) —
A 37-year-old man was executed by
injection at the state prison here early
today for kidnapping and murdering
the night manager of a Houston con-
venience store that he had just robbed.

The condemned prisoner, Jeffery
Lee Griffin, had been on death row for
the last 13 years for killing the store
manager, David Sobotik, 19, who was
stabbed repeatedly in a pattern around
his heart. . -

After robbing the store on March 12,
1979, Mr. Griffin abducted Mr. Sobotik
and a 7-year-old boy, Horacio DeLeon,
and drove away with them in Mr. Sobo-
tik’s car. Both .were later found
stabbed to death 10 blocks from the
store.

Never Tried for Killing Boy

Mr. Griffin, who lived in the neigh-
borhood and had frequented the store,
called the police and told them that two
men had abducted the pair. But two
days later he was arrested and con-
fessed to the slayings.

Because he was sentenced to death
in the Sobotik slaying, Mr. Griffin was
never tried for killing the boy. Similar-
ly, the state charged him with killing a
waitress the year before the conven-
ience-store robbery but never tried
him on that charge.

Mr. Griffin’s petitions for a reprieve
of execution, based on his assertion of
mental incompetence, were turned
down Wednesday by the United States
Supreme Court and several lower
courts. As witnesses filed into the death
chamber here this morning,. he was
laughing with a prison chaplain.

“I want to say bye to my mom,” he
said. ‘‘I love her; my aunt; my fiancée,
Regina, in England. I’m going to be
free.”

Then he nodded to an assistant war-|
den and told him: ‘‘You’re a good war-
den. I’ll see you. I’m ready.”

Six minutes later he was pronounced

dead. os p49 |

SAN MATEO TIMES AND DAILY NEWS LEADER
THE ADVANCE STAR

Murderer executed 14 years after crime

' HUNTSVILLE, Texas — A man was executed by: injection
early today for kidnapping and. murdering a convenience store
manager during a robbery that also left a 7-year-old boy dead.

Jeffery Lee Griffin, 37, had been on death row since 1979
for killing David Sobotik, 19, who was stabbed repeatedly in a
pattern around his heart. Griffin was laughing with a prison
chaplain as witnesses filed into the death chamber.

“T want to say bye to my mom,” he said. “I love her; my
‘aunt; my fiance, Regina, in England. I’m going to be free. ”

Then he nodded to an assistant warden and told him,
“You’re a good warden. I’ll see you. I’ 'm ready.” !

He was pronounced dead six minutes later. After the store
was robbed March 12, 1978, Sobotik, the night manager, and a
7-year- old boy, Horacio DeLeon, were abducted and driven
‘|. away in Sobotik’s car. Both were fourid stabbed to death.

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“Huntsville, Texas - — Jeffery Lee
- Griffin was executed by injection

early today for killing a store
manager during a robbery.

Griffin, 37, had: been con-
demned for the slaying of David
Sobotik, 19, night manager at a
convenience store in Houston:

After the store was robbed on
March 12, 1978, Sobotik and a 7-
year-old boy, Horacio DeLeon,
were abducted and driven away
in Sobotik’s car. Both were later
found stabbed to death. Griffin
confessed to Sobotik’s slaying
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TEXAS MURDERER LAUGHS, JOKES BEFORE EXECUTION<ep>
HUNTSVILLE, Texas, Reuter - A former carpet worker who
claimed to be a fashion model joked with witnesses shortly
before he was executed Thursday for the 1979 murder of a
teenager during a Houston convenience store robbery.<ep>
Jeffrey Lee Griffin, 47, joked with witnesses and a
prison chaplain, telling them: ""I’1]l see you one day when
you get where I am going.’’<ep>
Griffin was put to death by lethal injection and died at
12:17 a.m. CST, a few hours after the U.S. Supreme Court
rejected a motion to halt the execution, said Charles Brown,
a spokesman for the Texas Department of Corrections.<ep>
Griffin became the 53rd man to die in Texas by lethal
injection since the state reinstated the death penalty in
1982.<ep>
After saying good-bye to his mother and fiancee, who were
not present, prison officials said Griffin told an assistant
warden minutes before his death that ""I’m glad you could
make it. You take care of yourself and you was a good
warden.’ ’<ep>
a He then said ""I’m ready’’ as officials administered the
lethal dose of chemicals. He died about six minutes later.<ep>
Griffin was convicted of the March 1979 murder of David
Sobotik, a 19-year-old night manager for a convenience store
in Houston.<ep>
Griffin also admitted killing a 7-year-old errand boy at
the store, but he was never tried for the murder.<ep>
He later confessed to the two killings and also to
killing a 20-year-old waitress in July 1979, prison officials
said.<ep>
There are 363 men and four women on death row in Texas.<ep>
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GRINDER, Jesse, Slave, black, hanged Bonham, Fannin Co., November 30, 1846.

“Bonham, Fannin County, Tex., May 25, 1893.-It has been the belief of most citizens that
Sam Massey and Jim Burke, who were recently executed here, were the first parties who were
legally executed in Fannin County since its sorganization. This, however, seems to be a mistake.
Yesterday J. T. Hamor, who resides in Fairlane, Hunt County, was in the city on business and in a
conversation with Justice Bragg said:

“*T read in the News and other papers the account of the execution of Sam Massey and Jim
Burke. The statement that theirs was the first legal hanging in Fannin County is a mistake. I am
62 years of age and was living in Fannin County (near where Dodd City now stands in 1846.
Sometime in November, 1846, a negro by the name of Jesse Grinder murdered a white man by the
name of Morgan Meeks. He was arrested, the grand jury being in session found a true bill against
Grinder, charging him with murder. He was tried, convicted and sentenced to die. The murder
was committed about 7 or 8 miles northeast of Bonham on the Onstott survey. The execution
took place on the last day of November, 1846. I was present and witnessed the execution. The
gallows was erected one quarter of a mile from where the courthouse now stands in the post oak
timber.

“<The gallows consisted of two rough posts fourteen or fifteen feet high, firmly placed in
the earth. Another rough piece of timber was securely fastened to the tops of those placed in the
ground. There was no drop like the modern gallows possess. There was no jail in Bonham at the
time. The jury who tried and convicted the man boarded at the only and first hotel in Bonham,
kept by Grandma Clutter, the mother of Wm. Clutter, a prosperous farmer living southeast of
this city. His mothjer is also alive and can verify the statement herein set forth. The doomed man,
sheriff and guards also boarded at the same hotel.

““ As the hour arrived for the execution of Grinders, a two horse wagon was driven up in
front of the hotel. In the wagon was a plain coffin. Sheriff Thomas A. Dagley made Grinders
climb into the wagon and sit down on his coffin. They then proceeded to the gallows. The
wagon was driven under it, Grinders made to stand upon his coffin, a rope tied around the negro’s
necki, thrown over the crossbeam and securely fastened to a wooden peg in one of the posts.
Grinders was then asked if he had anything to say before his execution. He confessed to the
killing of Meeks and stated further that he was justifiable in the killing; that he was ready to die
and going home to heaven.

“* As he ceased to speak, the wagon was driven from under him. His last words were:
“Farewell, vain world. I’m going home.” His struggles were terrible; he squirmed, twisted and
twitched and drew his legs up, bending almost double. His eyes starting from their sockets
presented a horrible sight. It was a long time before the bodys became still. At the end of half
an hour the body was cut down and the attending physician pronounced life extinct and said he
died from strangulation. District Judge Mills presided at the trial and Sheriff Dagley executed
the sentence of the court.’”-Daily News, Galveston, TX, 5/27/1893 (6/5).

2 Texas 338. This decision upheld a part of the sentence of the trial court directing that
the defendant was liable for “all cost consequent.” Presumably Grinder’s master had to pay.

GRINDERS, Jesse : |

Black, hanged Bonham, Fannin County, Texas, on Nove 30,
186. Seeworksheet = Texas - not written up, Inretrospect
NEWS, Galveston, Texas, 5-27-1893 (6-5),

Cerrect last name GRINDER 9plural); See
2 TEXAS 338 upholding sentence of court
that defendant was liable fer “all cest
consequent." suit evidently brought by
master (Grinder) as he would have to paye

GRINDER, Jesse, black, hanged at Bonham, Fannin County, Texas, on Nov. 30, 1816.

"Bonham, Fannin County, Texas, May 25, 1893-It has been the belief of most citigéans
that Sam Massey and Jim Burke, who were recently executed here, were the first parties
who were legally executed in Fannin County since its organization, This, however, seems
to be a mistake. ‘esterday T. J.. Hamor, who residezs in Fairlee, Hunt County, was in
the city on business and in a conversation with Justice Bragg, said:

"tl read in THE NEWS and other papers the account of the execution of Sam Massey and
Jim Burke. The statement that theirs was the first legal hanging in Fannin County is

a mistake, I am 62 years of age and was living in Fannin County (near where Dodd

City now stands) in 186, Sometime in November, 186, a negro by the name of Jesse
Grinder murdered a white man by the name of Morgan Meeks, He was arrested, the grand
jury being in session found a true bill against Grinder, charging him with murder,

He was tried, convicted and sentenced to die. The murder was committed about 7 or 8
miles northeast of Bonham on the Onstott survey, The execution took place on the

last day of November, 18):6, I was present and witnesséd the execution, The gallows
was erected one quarter of a mile from where the courthouse now stands in the post

oak timber,

"'The gallows consisted of two rough posts fourteen or fifteen feet high, firmly planted
in the earth, Another rough piece of timber was securely fastened to the tops of those

placed in the ground, There was no drop like the modern gallows posses, There was no
jail in Bonham at the time, The jury who tried and convicted the man boarded at the
only and first hotel in Bonham, kept by Grandma Clutter, the mother of Wm, Clutter, a
prosperous farmer living southeast of this city. His mother is also alive and can
verify the statement herein set forth, The doomed man, sheriff and guards also

boarded at the same hotel,

"tis the hour arrived for the execution of Grinders, a two horse wagon was driven up

in front of the hotel. In the wagon was a plain coffin, Sheriff Thomas A. Dagley
made Grinders climb into the wagon and sit down on fis coffin, Theythen proceeded to
the gallows, The wagon was driven under it, Grinders made to stand upon his coffin,

a rope tied around the negro's neck, thrown over the crossbeam and securely fastened

to a wooden peg in one of the posts, Grinders was then asked if he had anything to say
before his execution, He confessed to the killing of Meeks and stated further that

he was justifiable in the killing; that he was ready to die and was going home to
heavene

"tas he ceased to speak the wagon was driven from under him, His last words were:
"Farewell, vain world, I'm going home." His struggles were terrible; he squirmed,
twisted and twitched and drew his legs up, bending almost double, His eyes starting
from their sockets presented a horrible sight. lt was a long time before the body be-
came still. At the end of half an hour the body was cut down and the attending phy-
sician pronounced JPPPF life extinct and said he died from strangulation, District
JudgeMills presided at the trial and Sheriff Dagley executed executed the sentence

of the court.'" NEWS, Galveston, Texas, 5-27-1893 (6-5)

(-¢. Ay (Vex

TEXAS EXECUTES

Store Keeper but Averted
Trial in a Boy's Death

HUNTSVILLE, Tex., Nov. 19 (AP) —

A 37-year-old man was executed by.
injection at the state prison here early
today for kidnapping and murdering
the night manager of a Houston con-
venience store that he had just robbed.
The condemned prisoner, Jeffery
Lee Griffin, had been on death row for
the last 13 years for killing the. store
manager, David Sobotik, 19, who was
stabbed repeatedly in a pattern around
his heart.
After robbing the store on March 12,
1979, Mr. Griffin abducted Mr. Sobotik
' anda 7-year-old boy, Horacio DeLeon,
and drove away with them in Mr. Sobo-
tik’s car. Both were later found
stabbed to death 10 blocks from the
store.

Never Tried for Killing Boy

Because he was sentenced to death
in the Sobotik slaying, Mr. Griffin was

never tried for killing the boy. Similar-

ly, the state charged him with killing a

waitress the year before the conven-
ience-store robbery but never tried

* him on that charge.

Mr. Griffin’s petitions for a reprieve

of execution, based on his assertion of

* mental incompetence, were turned
down Wednesday by the United States

’ Supreme Court and several lower
courts. As witnesses filed into the death
chamber here this morning, he was

laughing with a prison chaplain.

“T want to say bye to my mom,” he
said. ‘‘I love her; my aunt; my fiancée,
Regina, in England. I’m going to be

free.”’

Then he nodded to an assistant war-
den and told him: ‘‘You’re a good war-

den. I’ll see you. I’m ready.”’

Six minutes later he was pronounced

dead.

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_ Texas Coin Exchange robbery

+ By SEAN FRERKING
Eagle staff writer

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“The: ‘fate of one of two Bryan brothers —
who killed a jewelry store manager .
_ during a robbery remained in the hands
of a federal district judge in Houston

creat evening. ye
4Jessie Gutierrez, 29, is scheduled to die

by injection early Friday morning — five .
- years. and 11 days after he and his
: brother, Jose, shot Dorothy McNew
| “during a Sept. 5, 1989, robbery at Texas |

“Coin Exchange in College Station. tpn Ak
Jessie and Jose Gutierrez, 33, were
convicted and sentenced to death in April
1990 in Judge John Delaney’s 272nd Dis-
trict Court.

McNew, assistant manager at the now-
closed Texas Coin Exchange, was shot
once in the back of the head during the
robbery. She died the next day.

Jessie Gutierrez was first scheduled to
die on Jan. 24, but the Texas Court of
Criminal Appeals stopped the execution
and ordered a hearing so his lawyers
could present evidence in his appeal.

-If federal District Judge David Hittner
denies Jessie Gutierrez’s latest appeal,
the convicted capital murderer can
appeal to the Sth Circuit Court of Appeals
in New Orleans and then the USS.
Supreme Court.

Jessie Gutierrez, who remains on
death row at the Ellis I prison unit in
Riverside, refused a request by The Eagle
for an interview on Tuesday.

Assistant Attorney General Peggy
Griffey, who is handling the case for the
_| state, couldn’t be reached on Tuesday.
| Jose Gutierrez’s appeal is still pending.

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Criminal appeals court upholds 2 death sentences

MH AUSTIN — The Texas Court of Criminal Pig ome on Wednesday up-
ose Angel Gutlerrez. Mr.

assault and fatal beating of 88-year-old Ocolor Hegger in Freestone
County. Mr, Gutierrez was Convicted of killing a store clerk during a

Sept. 6, 1989, robbery of the Texas Coin Exchange, a Jewelry store In
College Station.

MES Oe

| Time running
Out for killer —

By SEAN FRERKING
Eagle staff writer

Defense attorneys for one of the >
two Bryan brothers who killed a
‘Jewelry store employee during a
1989 robbery scrambled Wednesday
night to file a last-minute appeal in
the Sth Circuit Court of Appeals in
New Orleans. keys

Jessie Gutlerses jas is scheduled
to die by injection: early: Friday
morning — five years and ‘11 days
after he and: his*brother, Jose
Gutierrez; shot Dorothy McNew

during a‘ Sept. 5, 4989, robbery at
Texas Coin ‘Exchinge in College
Station. ©

Jose Gutierrez’ ‘ssappeal is still
pending.

Walter . Reaves, thoe of Jessie
Gutierrez’s: attorneys, said
Wednesday that his*efforts will con-
tinue despite U.S.?District Judge
David Hittner’s derifal of the Bryan
man’s appeal on Wednesday after- .

noon. -
| “IT really don’t know about. the
- possible outcome,7* Reaves said.

‘%

~_ Please see KILLER, page AS

anv

‘ ih

- execution, they will appeal to the | es

Killer

4
Ftom A1

“But we'll keep going.

' “We're appealing mainly on:

jury qualifications and several
_ other legal matters.” *

' ‘Ward Tisdale, spokesman for . |.

-the Texas Attorney General’s

; iOffice, said he expects Jessie
‘Gutierrez’s death sentence to be

- carried out.

i '“So far everything has gone as

Sigkpected ” Tisdale said. ‘‘We don’t
e anything in the way of the
execution, but- something can

Sgaeeatup.”

: ‘The Gutierrez brothers . were
convicted and sentenced to death

., i April 1990...
' tMcNew, assistant manager at

‘'the -now-closed Texas Coin

_: Exchange, was shot once in the
: back‘of the head during the rob-
-' bery. She died the next day.

.' + About $500,000 worth of mer-
. chandise was stolen during the |

‘rpbbery. All but about $125,000
was recovered.

’ to be executed on. Jan. 24, but the
Gourt of Criminal Appeals
stopped the execution: and
_Q@rdered another hearing: in
' March so his lawyers could pre-
: Sent evidence in his appeal.:

"Reaves said that if justices on -

the 5th Circuit Court of Appeals
New Orleans deny Jessie
ei Mew 3A request to stop his

U.S. Supreme Court.

» Jessie Guttierrez, who remains |}: if.
Gn death row at the EllisI prison |. .

ynit in Riverside, refused a |--
request by The Eagle for an inter- |

View.

Peggy Griffey, who is handling
the case for the state, could not be
tcached on Wednesday.

oe oe

. \ Jessie Gutierrez was scheduled k

' Assistant Attorney General | |

Thursday, September 15, 1994

2 Texas killers have appeals
rejected by Supreme Court

Associated Press

HUNTSVILLE, Texas — Two Tex-
as death row inmates had their ap-
peals rejected without comment
Monday by the U.S. Supreme Court.

Neither Daniel Joe Hittle nor Joe
Angel Gutierrez has a pending exe-
cution date.

Mr. Hittle was convicted of kill-
ing Garland police Officer Gerald
Walker, who pulled him over on a
traffic stop in November 1989.

Four other people were slain in
East Dallas in a bloody night of
violence.

At the time, Mr. Hittle was on
parole for killing his adoptive par-
ents in Minnesota.

Mr. Gutierrez was convicted of
killing a clerk during a Sept. 5, 1989,
vovbery of a jeweiry store in Col-
lege Station.

Dorothy McNew was shot in the
head without warning or provoca-
tion with an “Uzi-type” pistol, ac-
cording to court documents.

Mr. Gutierrez has contended in
appeals that the state used perjured
testimony and the judge improperly
overruled his attorney’s challenges
of prospective jurors.

Mr. Gutierrez’s brother, Jessie,
also was convicted and sentenced to
death for the killing. He faces exe-
cution Jan. 26.

Dairas
MORNING

Tues.

In a separate action, a federal
judge issued a reprieve halting
plans for an early Tuesday execu-
tion.

Richard Drinkard, 36, a carpen-
ter from Mobile, Ala., faced lethal
injection for killing three Houston
residents with a hammer in Novem-
ber 1985.

US. District Judge Ewing Wer-
lein issued the reprieve last week-
end after defense attorneys filed a
petition that the execution be halt-
ed. “

Attorney Doug O'Brien contends
jurors were given improper instruc-
tions about intoxication as mitigat-
ing evidence and that some pro-
spective jurors improperly were not
allowed on Mr. Drinkard’s panel.

The case is making its first trip
through the federal appeals court
process, and a reprieve in such mat-
ters is not unusual.

Mr. Drinkard became the first
defendant in Texas to be charged
under a state law that says a multi-
ple slaying is a capital offense.

He was convicted in August 1986
of killing Lou Ann Anthony, 44; her
sister, LaDean Hendrix, 47; and MS.
Hendrix’s friend, Jerry Mullens, 43,
as they slept in Ms. Anthony’s
northwest Houston townhome.

NEWS

Taw. I 1994

HADLEY, Amos Ben, NA, & POWELL, Diomede, black, hanged
Longview, Gregg Co., August 30, 1878.

“At Longview, Texas, on the 30th ult., Diomede Powell, a negro, and Benjamin Hadley, a
half-breed Indian, were hanged for the murder of August Reinicke, an industrious and prosperous
German grocer, in the store of the latter, near Longview, on the 17th of December, 1877. The
murder was committed for the purpose of robbery. Hadley confessed,b ut Powell denied guilty.
The two murderers fell eight feet, their feet almost touching the ground. Hadley’s neck was
broken and he died with a shrug or two of the shoulders. Powell died by suffocation, and two
minutes after the fall a fearful convulsion wrung the muscles of his entire body. A number of
Indians, said to be Hadley’s relatives, witnessed the execution.”-National Police Gazette,
9/14/1878 (15/2).

HADLEY, Amos Ben and POWELL, Diemed

Amos Ben Hadley and Diomed Powell hanged on Aug. 30,

1878, at Longview, Gregg Co., Texas, for the mrder of
August Reincke on Dec, 18, 1877

GALVESTON DAILY NEWS, Galveston, Texas 8-31-1878

Diomede Powell was black and Benjamin Hadley was a half-
breed Indian, Reinicke was an industrious and prosperous
German merchant who was killed in his store near Longview

for the purpose of robbery, Hadley confessed but Powell
denied his guilt,

ing th . _Hadley's neck was broken and he died with
ig mone Tee et the aheuldeee. Powell died of suffoca-

tion and two minutes after the fall,-a fearful convulsion

: wrung the muscles of his entire body, A number of Indians,
re aid to be Ha@ley's relatives, witnessed the execution,

> 9-1-1878, ee
ng

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ta pe F
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AT Longview, Texas, on. the: 30th. ult., Diomede

Powell, @ negro, aod Benjamin Hadley, a half-breed
Todian, were hanged for the murder of August Relaoicke.
a0 fodastrious and prosperous German grocer, {0 the
wtore of the latter, near Longview. on the 17tb of Decem-
ber, 1877. The mardor was committed forthe perpose of
robbery, “Hadley confeaned.. but Powell ‘denied galilt
The two murderers fell eight feet, their feet almost touch-
log the grouad - Hadiey’s neck was broken and he died
with a shrog or two of the shoulders, Powell died by ji
suffocation. and two minutes after the fall « fearful cva-
Vulsion wrung the muscles of his entire body. A oumber

of [adians, sald w be Hadleg'n: relatives, witnessed the
eXecution. : ‘

They fell 8 feet with feet almost touch:

ere 'to-day| before Ksquire Harris CHOHNORONIRORTRVEVEVAVNVE OE VEV EY VAVAPRIORVRI SOMY EY ORUROED
| i \

‘the telephone wires between this

‘ula, a village sixteen miles dis- To City Readers the parts, announced will be delivered

selling the) wires to farmers as

Chambliss was ably defended by | 44¢ Picayune office. Mail orders will be filled within six days

29 and tosts. Chambliss is a

T :
NATCHEZ. vently, when thle court of; criminal appeals | because ne: had made him angry by. calling at- | lowest bid' was $:
wavered the verdjet on a te¢hnical) error (Gal- | tention tp dereliction of his dutles. After | Co.,/of Galveston:
cs ' W Celebrate’ the | jaher had confess¢ the crime), it was Impos- | murdering) him, hy |robbed the body, and then

lourth. sible to secure andther jury, aud the case Was | culled in he snvighbbors, whom he told that
VIL

. , ‘ Witt county.
jue cirews, jand will be the hosts of ce (wae, ae 4 acy tke 7 wit attemy
rty and forty Elks from New Or-| to eecure a jury {o that county, and Gallaber

the rallroads and steanthoats have | jag been returned: to Galveston C unty until

_ PRESIDIO.
ndits Making ‘Trouble on Mobile, 'Ala., Jt

sion rates for the occasion, he can be tried {In De Witt county in De-|]. | Border.
; cember. The you oF aaa seems td care or ® Presidio, Tex., July 1.—Bandits. are fain ve eet near t
¥ » on evince : » Payne. Ueriog Thaler : at) of ajmapn &@
RE Seo a ae on te cuf/his mother’s thnvat with a infesting the Texds Mexican border from El inckiwn (all he
— razor, Wwhen she discovered him robbing ber at | Paso to Devil’s river and a number of thefts, | oo yinet and the
HOUSTON. a late! hour at night, in order to get money | robberies ‘

1
i
| a4 fély actress aud outrages have recenthy occurred. | jnivials ‘IP. FL”
2 ith a variety actress, : ie : a ies . ’
any Have Neg to continue a debauch wit Avice One of the moat, ruta of these wag on tbe} forearm alnd also
¥ ae eeroes on His | with whom he spetit the remieluaer of the og premises bf Leandd Carrasco, from whom the | The} clothing bore
Jury. eb eer ee ay in it hat iba bandits sevured: $1100, after having beaten | drew Dobbs, Meri
: e ause . : wa) U ‘ ’ 1 ‘ eavag] | 3 eu 4 . y bee
Tex., Jung 30.—Recently the su- flames. were smothered, and the smoke ted .t9 Cattle th ving! ds Bt duly Penn gee, wali a The Gaited and an
: of the United States decided, in | the discovery of the crime. f President the cattlemen ,are not disposed to walt) too | case
f Seth Ca ter, a negro murderer, an ae | ed perened to Texas, | long on the haw to-aet, there are Ukely to be
$ must Hot}be debarred from grand Re ane ae in the enatody bf the state Mbra- Bae Peay for the state departivents of the oO

tes and Mexico to wrangle over
petty Juries which indict and try | rian., ‘They werd{ sent out, of the state lO) i ina ne ub Mexico to wile

yr fufure, ‘Tho territory In too ex- Donntlon tos

erfmed, | Phe Carter case was | be edited for -puliteation, bht this work was | dunslve fpe tht sherif's. to. protect. and the
trom Galvdston county. The de- | never accomplishe), and Mrs, Culdar, io pane recent deqision of ‘the attorney general, whieh eereyet
- surviving child of! President Lumar, has i has crippidd the effectiveness of the Ranger | Opellka,) Aln.,
one which pffects the whole south, vrurned, that they .may become the ; : ; nei 7 |
them refurned, tl force, renders private enforcement of rights | manh, of | this. pl
. point whieh ¢riminal lawyers aro | property of the stijte, An age of the | gimoat #| necessity, ; Pan
alse inmost capital cases, The | papers’ discloses [that they ured of Rreat his- 7 ine dethodst Coll
assed bert the state d tone value, furnishing many Hoks heretofore PALESTIN Mn. James Al
yassed Hefgre the state gourt of | iijaaing in the History of ‘Texas. President PALE LIND. busbpels all senewe
»peals, und that tribunal had af- | Jjemnar was of the famous Aigutus(ppl famiy More of the Humphrey Cusea to be | .
finding, -but, for the reason given | of Lamars. He |¢ast bis fortunes Ww + tin rr . ad
federal |supreme court reversed it | young republic, spd ain mich to ata he ; Tried. Oo EX
t back |foy. ai now trial. Robert Pe ae taint sratiiude; niid sean at Palestine) Tex.,| June 30.—The cases of tho
negro, wWasl conyicted in Grayson | terwards elected | president j;of the little re- | nine mén Involved in the hanging of old R
ently ok the murder of a while public. ‘ man Humphries aud his two sons iv the, Trans- | Federal Conv
the death] penalty assessed. His cedar country Jant, year are to be taken up at Rtalleizh.| N. C
d conclustyé. His attorneys carried SA ANTONIO. this term jof the didtrict court, and {t' Is hoped dunciat hate In,
the court lof appeals on the point | Cowboys Attack Chinese Colony | to get thyough al of the cases which are to | {jury here, are ne
ye Carter cise, and that court yes- Texnk be tried, bix In mpmber. The other tree de- | the penitentiary a
rsed and dismissed the case, which ° fendants, |have i Apr state's evidence, and
ret of at once neleasing Smith, and, San Antonio, ‘Tex., July! 1.—According to} will not) be prgseduted for the part they took
once been jin peril of his fe, ho meager details r elyed herg¢ to-night the first In the ¢ . (woof toe men have been con-
again tried ut the court, in Ita hial leontinent jas a result of the victed, tha jtorm of the court of erim-
wk occasion to pay Its reapects to | bloodshed on this) omtenen . i tual apy hich! has Just bean cloned both
o tourt of {he United Statas In the } trouble In Chinn ceurred ih southwest Texas | thege cal wore waived, “and: Kd Calo and
‘anguage; |*Wo passed upon this | to-day, when elght cowboys and ranch hands |] Bob Stoyene will igo Lo the peallentiary for a

tlon in Canter vs, state, and eld | 4 puyal county|pttempted to wipe out the | Hfe ter The crime was one whieh slirred

rurt below did pot err in overruling 3 up tho nole stato) and cnused Governor Say-
‘ : | Pel Chung colony. on thd Arroyo Holdo in d é y-
seal on t “ihe ouprento cont se Duval county. dur Chinamen ure known to a ne ploy el otate nore a ee rts
States and U de ‘Sal in. that | have been woun d, one fatally, red tow. | 7 nvietidds 216 ’ “n
3 9 oe hed a i} ‘the Dayldson ranch, was | © . a lg

there reverbed., |We have had no | 8td, a cowboy

the national Democracy, who has
mocrat nearly as! long as there has yards ang been
a party, docs not agree with what who re be i.
ed the Democratic position on’ ex- | the pe pf
(n addressing a| gath behin eir

: it wounded in the ¢hest. Tho timely arrival of

a a “original ‘proposition, would a ioe wala of |State Rangers saved further WHARTON. | 1

» to our original opinion.’’ ° bloodshed. ! h A Ma ne. to Prevent the Boll
| “heel- The trouble started early this morning when 7

hn H, Reagan) one of the wheel- | jo" Cowboys rod | | Weevil. |

into a Pel Ghung vine-

on r : ' by the cowboys while making a tush to get] south ‘Iq ; }
rey ited? i wedabonemh mala to shelter. | @ poison in a poworful jet. It} nignk: |

til ~ | Santubza je... .-
“ ae it has been thor Mother Dacia ...

be a'fine| thing, but wlll not receiva
t

used almdgst the same argu The Pel. Obhun

colony fund 1 lone of the | ig said 4
ia now using jagalust the acqut

in Texas, |and is being given | official ¢

largest vineyard

Ho asked: |‘tWhat- would © the | . tp . huridu jee. ee
ates pert amounted to without the , CALDWELL. | Big | Trak fone of Whesi. THis edu pont
st 0 Misalbsippl ?’ ® also fAs- Ny : , we rustic chivalry i
t the peop @ then residing in the Kd Guyton, |Colored, Hanged for A tral of ti ky ‘wo box ‘rs, loaded with | one act, and tho
> me ed | by; the Democrats or ; furder, now ' gat i ni st a et eda ee Aimitulties for “
resisted) the aqquisition and thrent- e pasragd fhrougt ‘gas to-day over the Golf, | is aj drama bo |
¢ force, aK is now belng done by the Onldwell, Tex.,| Juno 30.~}Hd Guyton, negro, | Coloradd {and fant [ve Railroad in transit to | that) young Salvi:

the tertitory dequired from Spaln; | was hanged here |tp-day shoutly after noou. The | Galvasion, © ‘the jmovement of northern! ‘Texas | a tragedy) and, ]
tter, ‘as the former, would soon be- | gallows waa erdeted a abort distance from | Wheat to the quit ip heavier this Keason thin | jt became the h
appy xnd contéated people. Judge | town, and a hot4e built ground {t, but this | cver before. | it id [is the fourth tram load | Patfl induced: bi
inmly | beliqves| the Democrats ire | "7% an : : | that ha pasded| through Dallas durlog the | private theatre
misatako in tlelf anti-expansion cam- did not prevent) the asser nblage jof a large last ten| days. |° |'| | |

crowd from the ae as| well as the toyn. :
allaher, ‘the ydung medical student | Guytod was hanged for the murder of, Dan ; le VESTON. . composed|'a two:
ered his; mother ‘nearly three yenrs Ragsdale, white, Oct. 18, nat Ruygsdale

gain been returned to the Galves on | was. an tavaild, t nd bad hi red G Abbe to at:'| Bids for Imprag ing Buffalo Bayou the {dea | of unt
ra s second |trial.. Gallaher was | terd to. his wants. The two men) dive) alone - Deen eae Fo eo va ‘ha | tylog them. toget
first time in| 1898 in Galveston cojin-'| in'a house some|distance from an qian Galveston, Tpx.,|June 30.-The bids for the: ‘termiezzo |for. the
ras given ai death sentence, Thero | ter his arrest, Guyton: confessed tbft he had | !mprovirg of beeen vine of ‘the Buffalo. bayou’) comtc opera com
SU Oey ths nacortng a jury, conse- j-beaten, Ragsdale to death | with i iron bar.§ ship: canal -iwere ppened ‘here © to-day, The * tensions 7- the:

hte Se ee

N.0. Times- Heayune. 1-4-(400 (lo 3)

Nas,

on the Calhoun Ferry road and drove
toward the Trinity River. The con-
victs were working about a mile and a
half from this road when I left the farm
and Raymond sent me word by Floyd
that they were still at the same place.
When we came to the strip of woods
where the men would be working we
turned the car around and parked, wait-
ing to hear the line of men when they
Started chopping trees. It was foggy
and we could not see the line of men
as they crossed the clearing,

Hear Shots and Shouts

WE waited there some time and
were about to give up and drive
away, as we had agreed to wait a certain
time for three days in case they could
not make the break the first day. As we
were about to leave we heard some yell-
ing and two shots from a shotgun!
We didn’t hear any pistol shots and

<-«

“I’m going straight!”
declares James Mul-
len, author of this un-
usual confession. He

we began to be afraid the break had
gone wrong. Two shots from a shotgun
is the call for help and the hounds.

We waited a couple more minutes and
were about to drive off when we heard
more hollering. We looked toward the
woods and saw four men running
toward us. We had not heard the pistol
shots they had fired.

Three of the men were in light clothes
and one in stripes. Raymond yelled to
Clyde:

“Get something else,” and Clyde
hollered back, asking what he wanted.
Clyde was out on the ground at the
back end of the car and I was at the

' front end. Clyde had a Browning auto-

matic rifle with a 20-shot clip and I was
at the front with a Browning automatic
shotgun,

When Ray yelled, we figured rightly
that he thought someone was on their
heels and Clyde emptied his gun into the
tree tops. I did the same. Ray had
yelled to “get something else” because
he had lost the clip out of the pistol I
had planted under the bridge and which
had been smuggled in to him.

has served eight terms
in federal and state
prisons.

.
Government, .

State, and not seek his release on bond or by "rit of Fabeas
Corpus until all of said Cases Sgéinst any and all Persons
involved therein shell have been ¢! rod on@ finally aisposed
of, and shall then enter a Plea of guilty in the Federal
Court of the proper district to @ charge cf Receiving and
Conealing Or possessing = certain wxtwurtieer autometio
Pistols which have been stolen fron the United States

The immunity eranted herein shall Continue and remain
in full force and effect 30 long os the said James Lullins,
*1404 Jones Lamont, shell faithfully comply xt th end live
Up to the terns
and understood tht ® failure, on his pert, to carry out any
of the terns of this agreernent shall nullity thie agreement
in its entirety and forreit the ingunity herein ¢ranted, |

MITVEg9 CUR Taba Trg (34 DAY OF APRIL, a. D, 1934,

of this Sereement, but it is expressly stated

Mullen traded. his testimony for this “guar.

_ anty of immunity” from prosecution on the
*..0 prison delivery and m

_ | document is one of his treasured possessions, -

er. charges, The

STARTLING DETECTIVE

shot twice, but I don’t know how many
times Joe fired. He didn’t himself. Joe
finally got one bullet in, It struck
Bozeman’s gun and hand together,

When the shooting started between
Bozeman and Joe, Major Crowson
started to ride away. He was carrying
a rifle. Joe was afraid Crowson would
get a distance away and shoot them with
his rifle so Joe shot at Crowson four
times. He was killed. Later, on his
deathbed, Crowson signed a statement
saying Joe Palmer killed him.

Another guard started to ride over
that way and hollered to know what was
wrong. Raymond threw down on him
with his gun. This guard beat his horse
with his pistol and ran away. Another
guard dove off his horse headfirst into
a brush pile when the shooting started,

At the time Ray pulled_his gun and
started the trouble, Hilton Bybee was
off to one side of the ditch, The whole
shooting only lasted a few minutes.
Bybee jumped up and joined the break
as did Methvin.

Elude Pursuers

WITH Joe in front, we drove on

north from Weldon and hit the
highway that runs from Crockett to
Madisonville and drove this highway
until we crossed the Trinity River. We
turned north again as soon as we
crossed and drove through the woods,
fields and lanes until we came to Guy’s
Store. We took a dirt road from there
to Centerville where we crossed the
Dallas-Houston highway and went on to
Jewett. From there, we went to Teague
and on through Wortham and Mexia

and into Hillsboro where we got our
first report on the break.

We had not had any trouble except
with bad roads as nobody seemed to be
chasing us. We were low on gas and
oil and we stopped about a mile out of
Hillsboro and told the men in the turtle
back that we would have to close the
lid on them as we were going to stop at
a filling station.

We drove up to a place about a mile
and a half out of town. An old man
was running it. This was about 10:30
a.m. The first thing he asked Clyde,
who was driving, was:

“Did you folks hear what Clyde
Barrow pulled this morning ?”

“No, what?” asked Clyde.

The man then proceeded to tell us that
we were accused of Sticking up the
“Walls” at Huntsville while the men
were eating breakfast, of killing three
guards and taking several prisoners
away with us. The old man raved on
for about ten minutes and Clyde finally
said:

“Are you going to give us any gas?”
He filled the tank.

I have often wondered what the old
man would have done if he had known
that he was talking to Clyde Barrow and
Bonnie Parker and that the escaped con-
victs were. in the rear of the car all
armed to the teeth !

We paid for the gas and oil and drove
around the towns as we came to them,
At Grand Prairie, we went west to
Arlington race track and turned north
again to the Northwest highway,

We followed this to Rhome. We had
a “meet” with F loyd Hamilton and L. CG
Barrow, Clyde’s younger brother, be-

Here’s graphic proof that “crime leads but to the grave.” Workmen,
Surrounded by interested Spectators, are digging a &rave for Clyde
Barrow, pictured in the snapshot at the right. The outlaw was buried
beside his brother, Marvin “Buck” Barrow, slain by Iowa officers.

tween Rhome and Floyd for that even-
ing. We were a little early—it was only
4 p. m.—so we drove off on a side road
and tuned in on our radio and listened
to the manhunt they were having for us
in East Texas, around Tyler. They had
us cornered in the bend country—but
we actually were on a hill back of
Rhome at the time. We were not in
East Texas at any time during the trip
and never were in Lovelady for car
Service as the police said.

When it got dark that night we met
Floyd and L. C. Barrow, We sent them
to Rhome for something to eat. We
hadn’t had a bite since the night before
the break,

Fugitive Lives

ATIER we had eaten, I went back to

Dallas with Floyd and L. C. to buy
some clothes for the four escaped men. [I
got the clothes and Floyd and I went to
meet them the next night but they had
been jumped up and we did not get to
see them until ten days later when they
came back from their first trip north.
They were all fixed up and did not need
any help then.

I never saw Clyde or Bonnie after
that night, although I saw Ray often
and frequently was with him, I feel that
I know his attitude and desires better
than anyone, possibly with the exception
of his brother and Mary O’Dare. Ray
was never a killer. A bank robber, yes,
But I have seen him nearly wreck his car
to keep from running over a chicken in
the road. He wasn’t hardboiled nor
tough. Ray robbed lots of banks and
he was no saint, but he was no killer,
The general public always wondered
why the laws never could catch Clyde
and Bonnie—or didn’t for so long,

STARTLING DETECTIVE

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them. Ray and I had not agreed on
any certain night to put the guns there
except that they were to be there by
Monday night. Fred Yost was to get
the pistols from there and take them in-
to the building. Fred Yost was a trusty,
raised in West Dallas and Ray had
known him all his life. Yost was doing
a 30-year stretch for robbery.

When we planted the guns that night,
Floyd and I were within 100 yards of
the main prison buildings but I guess
all the guards must have been asleep for
we were not molested, even when the
dogs barked so loudly,

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AFTER leaving the guns, the four of

us drove back to Corsicana where
Floyd had left his car in storage. Floyd
then went back to Dallas and got his
wife and the two of them left immedi-
ately for Huntsville to visit Ray through
the front gate and to tell him the guns
were there.

Clyde, Bonnie and I went back down
in that country around the farm and’
started driving roads for a get-away.
We met Floyd on his way back from
visiting Raymond to see if everything
was straight. We then decided that
Floyd had better go back to Dallas and
g0 to work as usual and let Clyde,
Bonnie and me go through with the rest
of the plans. We did not want Floyd
to get picked up which would have been
done in case he had not been at his job
when the break was made.

Clyde, Bonnie and I still drove roads
trying to find a safe way out of those
river bottoms. It had been raining and
the dirt roads were very bad and at
many places we had to open gates and
drive through fields. It was Monday
evening before we finally found what we
were looking for. Late that night we
Started at Jewett and drove our route
back to within four or five miles of the
farm where we slept until morning. We
had opened all the gates on our way in
and knew we had a clear road ahead
of us,

About daybreak on Tuesday morning,
January 16, we drove through Weldon
and on toward the farm. We turned off

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The four were nearly played out from
running when they got there. Joe was
in stripes because he had just been re-
turned from another break. After we
emptied the guns we handed them to
Bonnie in the car. She was sitting there
loading clips and she reloaded our
gun.

We wasted a few seconds saying
“hello” and figuring a way to carry all
four of the men. We hadn’t expected
but two. And here we were with seven
passengers for a coupe. We also had
bedding, ammunition, a box of extra car
plates, two Browning rifles, a shotgun
and five .45 automatics.

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WE FINALLY put the four men in
the turtle back and were about to
start when we saw someone on a horse in
the middle of the road. We stopped the
car and I stepped out to the side with the
shotgun. I told him to move on—that
we didn’t want to kill him. He didn’t
move and I started towerd him. Ray
called to me:

“I think that’s Boss Charley
(meaning the dog sergeant). Don’t
shoot him if you can help it.
He’s been pretty good to some of us
boys.”

When I got a little closer, I saw it
was just a negro nester driving a cow.
He was too scared to move, but finally
got off to one side of the road. He was
the only man who saw us or who saw
Clyde fire a shot. We didn’t have any
machine guns and were never on state
property like the prison officials said.
The men got away by themselves and

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His hands manacled but with a broad smile on his
face, Ray Hamilton, in circle, waves to the camera-
man after hearing a Texas judge sentence him to
“cide the thunderbolt,” as the outlaw termed the

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tective. Texas of-
ficers took him
back in chains to
die for his crimes.

ran a mile before we ever turned a hand
to help them.

We started off then and drove toward
Weldon and on through the town. We
saw plenty of people but none of

them had any desire to stop us. We

must have looked like a pretty hard
lot. Raymond had cut a gash in his
forehead’ and was covered with blood.
Joe Palmer was in striped clothes and
his face was all scratched up and bleed-
ing. There were seven of us in the
coupe, three in front and four in the
rear and all of us had guns in plain sight
so you can see that we were a hard
bunch to stop.

Pretty soon we had to stop and take
Joe Palmer out of the back. He had a
bad heart and the gas fumes from the
exhaust were knocking him out. He
got up in front and what I know of the
break is what Joe told us then.

Joe said that Raymond jumped his
squad—that is, changed from Squad No.
1 to Squad No, 2 as they went out of
the barracks building.

From the actions of the guard carry-
ing No. 1 squad they judged he was
suspicious of something, and when they
got to the woods their fears were con-
firmed by the guard calling the “High
Rider,” Major Crowson. Major Crow-
son and the guard started to talk about
Raymond hopping his squad and they
figured on taking him back. Ray saw
them. He pulled his pistol and hollered:

“Let’s go.”

Joe Palmer jerked his pistol from his
shirt and grabbed Guard Olin Boze-
man’s horse by the reins. He threw
down on him with the .45 and told him
to drop his shotgun. Instead, Bozeman
threw it over the horse’s neck and shot
at Joe. Joe shot right back. Bozeman

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gratefully. “You can sweep the floor
for Mamma.”

“Aw, no. I mean a_ job. Sellin’
papers. Papa’s gone, and Floyd’s boss-
man—but I’m big, Mamma. I can
work, too. I can be a boss-man, too.
Can’t I? I can be second boss-man.
Can’t I, Mamma?”

I said no and for two weeks he
stamped about—would scarcely speak
to me. He’d get into a corner and
scowl at me by the hour. And finally,
my heart aching for him, I gave in.

“T’ll get you a corner,” said Floyd.
“Or if I can’t get you a corner I'll get
you a route. But you’re not old enough
for a route yet. I mean big enough.
Tl get you a corner.”

So Floyd got him a corner and life
in our little family brood went on
without mishap for fourteen more
months. Without mishap, I say, but
there was something happening to
Raymond. Even Floyd, young as he
was, noticed it. Lillie, too.

“He’s getting so stuck up,” said Lil-
lie finally one day. “I can’t do a thing
with him.”

“You mean at school?” I asked.

“Yes. He used to walk along in back
of me, or hold my hand, but now, if
I don’t watch him, he’ll run down a
side street and disappear. He’s skipped
school four times this period.”

“Skipped school?” I cried. “Lillie,
why haven’t you told me?”

“T don’t like to tell things, Mamma.
But I just have to now. He’s getting
in with bigger boys, with the street
hoodlums, Mamma, and he’s getting
awful.”

“Not stuck up,” said Floyd quietly.
“You mean cocky, Lillie. You just look
at him close, Ma. You been working a
lot lately, and you ain’t been home so
much as you used to be.”

“Where is he now?” I asked,

“Who knows?” said Lillie, lifting
her shoulders.

I was appalled. For two weeks I
had been working on a fill-in job at
a department store in downtown Dal-
las, and had been home in the eve-
nings only after Raymond had gone to
bed. The job had just ended and I was
temporarily “at leisure” again.

“Floyd, you’ve got to find him,” I
cried, my heart sinking. “It’s past six
o’clock and it’s almost dark. Isn’t he
just outside in the street?”

“He don’t play around here any
more. He follows the gang. There’s a
regular gang in this part of town.
There’s more than one gang, but this
one Raymond’s in is just for the young
kids, between eight and twelve. They
break street-lights and windows in
empty houses, and they sometimes
steal iron and copper and sell it to
junk yards, They buy candy and ciga-
rettes with the money.”

TEAL! The word cut into me like a

razor-edged knife. And cigarettes!
“And Raymond belongs to this awful
gang?” I asked.

“Yes, and he smokes with them, and
steals with them!”

“You’ve got to get him, Floyd!” I
cried, and I sat back weakly and
closed my eyes. I was suddenly seeing
the picture of all these months in the
slums of West Dallas. Because we had
been getting by I had been so grate-
ful I’d neglected the personalities of
my children. I therefore had failed
utterly as a mother.

Seeing each day only the immediate
spread table and worrying only about
food and fuel for the day to follow, I
had neglected miserably the mental
reactions of my children to the en-

vironment they were living in. But ,

only one of them,,I realized thank-
fully, was slipping.

“On that one,” I said fiercely through
clenched teeth, “I shall spend every
spare moment of my time from now
on, until he gets back to normal
again!”

An hour later Floyd came in, tagged
sullenly by Raymond. I was at the
stove, warming up some soup, and I
merely turned and said, “Wash your

hands, Raymond, and I'll fix yop --

something to eat.” Then I turned back
to the stove, but out of one corner of
my eye I watched him.’ .

First thing he did was take his cap
off and fling it into a corner. His hands
and: face were black. There was a big
rent in one of his cotton stockings and
his shirt-ends were hanging on the
outside of his trousers. “Where’s my
book?” he snapped.

“What book?” asked Lillie.

“My robber book; wotcha think?”

“I threw it away,” said Floyd from
his chair in the corner. At night he
would sit there and read. ‘

From his attitude since coming in,
I expected Raymond upon hearing this
to explode. Instead, there was utter
silence in back of me for almost a
minute. Then abruptly I heard his
voice. It was low and guttural and it
came out of him like a snarl. -

“You dirty rat!”

I turned sickeningly. Did my Ray-
mond, my pale-faced boy, say that?

And the way he had said it. Not
explosively, like an angry little boy
would. He had said it deep down in
his throat—like a man.

“Raymond,” I asked quietly, “where
did you learn to talk like that?”

“How do you want me to talk—like
a sissy?”

“No, just as we do, Raymond. We’re
not sissies.”

“Maybe you’re not,” said this little
boy of mine. “But the rest of these
punks here are. Why the Hell’d he
throw my book away? I paid five cents
for it and now I gotta buy another.
Damn smart-alec!”

“Stop that swearing!” I cried. I
went up to him and put my hands on
his shoulders. With his grimy hands
and face and his shirt hanging out and
the big rent in his stocking he looked
like a homeless little street urchin.
My heart went out to him. “Look up
here, Raymond,” I said softly. “I’ll buy
you another book myself—”

“You won't get that book!” he
snapped. “You'll get me some sissy
book, like that punk’s reading.” He
jerked his thumb viciously toward
Floyd.

“Do you wanta get smacked?” said
Floyd.

“Take more’n you, punk,” retorted
Raymond.

“Stop this talk!” I cried. “Raymond,
something terrible has changed you
and I’m going to find out what it is.”

nee just learning things, Ma, that’s
a Te!

Ma? He’d never called me that be-
fore. It was always Mamma, and it was
never in this tone of voice. So now
my little Raymond was no longer a
child. He was talking like a boy of 20.
Worse, he was talking like a corner
hoodlum.

_ “What do you mean,
You’re learning what?”

“I’m learning to get around. I’m
learning you don’t have to work your
skin off to get money. You ever see
gangsters work? They got dough,
those guys.”

“Raymond!” I shook him in sudden
fury and he‘snarled and jerked sav-
agely away from me. ,

“Damn this whole house!” he yelled
and ran toward the door.

“Floyd, stop him!” I cried, and
Floyd leaped to the door and when
Raymond came dashing up he held
him off at arm’s length, his handsome
young face white and troubled.

Seeing his way out blocked, Ray-
mond retreated into a corner and slid
ragefully to the floor. He sat there,
glaring at us.

I simply did not know what to do.
I could whip him, I knew, but would
that, I wondered weakly, help him?
I was positive it would not. And today
I tremble when I think of it. Today,
with Raymond in his grave, I ask
ae Why didn’t you know what to

Raymond?

It is a question many a heartbroken
mother ‘some. day has asked herself,
when it was too late. As it. is today
with me.

For instead of punishing Raymond

(not necessarily with a whipping, but
in some way to convince him that I
was right and he was wrong), I sym-
pathized with him. I saw my little boy
in the corner as a lonely, neglected
urchin of the slums, and my heart went
out to him. I would be gentle with him,
I decided, and he would love me so
much he’d abide by what I said. Did
it work?

It didn’t. It made him worse. I see
that now, and I see it as ragefully as
Raymond perhaps saw life around him
that day he ran furiously to the cor-
ner, slid down in it and glared at us.

It’s a picture I cannot forget. But it
is just one of many pictures that haunt
my memories of those days in the
slums of West Dallas.

HORTLY after that first scene in
which Raymond gave vent to the
change in him, he quit school. Lillie
and Floyd and I pleaded with him to
go back, to no avail. When I told him
he simply had to go back to school,
he said, “Okay, Ma, I’ll run away.”

He even quit his paper route. “I’m
through working,” he said calmly, and
pulled out a cigarette butt. He strutted
cockily to the stove and lit it. Then,
brazenly, he began blowing smoke
rings at the ceiling.

I stood transfixed to the floor. I,
his own mother, was powerless to stop
him. I was almost too weak even to
speak. “Raymond,” I said finally, “do
you realize what you’re doing?”

“What?” he asked lightly. }

“You are insulting your mother,” I
said. “You are breaking her heart.”

“Okay, I’ll smoke outside then,” he

said. But he didn’t go out. He threw
the cigarette into the sink and came
up to me. :
“Ma,” he said gruffly, “I can’t help
these things I do. I just can’t. You say
they’re’ wrong, but they don’t seem
wrong. I love you, Ma, and I don’t
like to see you cry, but I can’t help it.
Dammit, I can’t help it!”

He turned and ran out the door,
slamming it behind him. And I fell
down on my bed and wept. “I just
can’t help loving him,” I thought.
“He’s bad, but he’s my son, and I just
cannot whip him.” I knew that if I
did whip him he would run away—
and that would be worse.

But if I didn’t have the heart, or
the courage, to whip him, because I
was afraid he would run away, I
should have reasoned out some other
way to curb his steadily increasing
badness. I see it all so clearly now.

So the months passed, and before
long Raymond was sleeping till noon
each day and staying out night after
night until the early hours of the
morning. As to what kept him out so
late he had nothing to say. He grew
apart from us and it became a com-
mon thing to hear him swear about
the house and to see him lying in bed
smoking one cigarette after another.

There was always the fear in me
that he would pick up and leave; so I
never was really harsh with him. But
his sisters were openly disgusted, and
so was Floyd.

Floyd no longer was selling papers.
He’d got a truck-driving job with a
Dallas produce company, and was put-
ting his extra money in the bank. He
had met a girl.

Before I realized it my little family.

brood was grown up. Lillie, suddenly
it seemed, was gone. She had met a
young man at a church social and
after a brief courtship they were mar-
ried. Then one night Floyd said to me,
“Ma, I’ve proposed to Mildred. Do
you mind?”

It’s impossible to put into words the
feeling a mother experiences when
she’s told by a son for the first time
that he’s fallen in love and is going
to move out and get married. With
some mothers the feeling is one of
jealousy; with me it was a sudden,
acute loneliness. But I smiled brightly
and said, “I mind only if she turned
you down, Floyd.”

“She didn’t, Ma.”

I went out that night. I went out

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to be alone, and I walked briskly for
miles. I had so much thinking to do.
Lillie was gone. Floyd soon would be
gone, too. And Lucy was beginning to
get excited about a nice young man
she’d met in the neighborhood.
“They'll all be gone in a few more
years,” I thought weakly. “Except
Raymond. He won’t work. He has no
interest in girls. What will become of
him?”

I met the man who was to become
my second husband that night. It was
in the park I had gone to, to com-
mune with myself, and he was sitting
on a bench. I don’t know how we got
to talking, but it was through no flirta-
tion. We were not kids, and it is so
easy for middle-aged strangers to get
into conversation with each other. His
actual name I will not use in this
story—we’ll call him Harry Jones. He ©
was a rather prosperous truck-farmer
and he had come to the park because
he was lonely. “To meet someone like
you, Darling,” he told me years later.

A month after the park meeting”
Harry Jones and I were married. We:
moved out of the little one-room
house to the outskirts of West Dallas,’
and Raymond, Maggie, Lucy and:
Audrey Mae went with us. This was
right after Floyd and Mildred were’
married. Mildred’s last name was
Straight, and she was the daughter of
one of the most respectable families in
West Dallas. With his bank savings
Floyd made a down payment on a
small house on County Avenue. They ©
were very happy.

Then came the marriage of Lucy to
Bubba Brown. The other girls had fin-
ished school and were working at
good jobs. Everyone, except Raymond,
was doing fine, and outside of my wor-
ries over him I was well satisfied with
the outcome of things.

When a baby girl was born to Floyd
and Mildred I guess I was the happi-
est grandmother in Texas. “Me, a
grandmother!” I giggled. I actually
giggled! . ;

“Next time it’ll be a boy,” said
Floyd proudly, and next time, two
years later, it was. The girl they
named Betty Joyce; the boy, John
William.

ps MY happiness I momentarily for-

got my perpetual worries over Ray=-
mond, He had not changed in the least.
“T’ll offer him a job with me,” said
Harry one evening. “I’ll be easy with
him until he gets into form and I'll
pay him regular wages.”

“That’s wonderful,” I said. “We’ll
tell him tonight when he comes home.”
. So I waited up for him. But he
didn’t come home. It wasn’t the first
time he’d stayed out all night. Some-
times he stayed away two nights in a
row, without a word of explanation.
But I’d wanted him to come in early’
this night so that I could have a
motherly talk with him, so that I
could plead with him to accept Harry’s
offer of a job.

The next morning I was still wait-
ing for him to come in, when the
phone rang. It was the Police Depart-
ment.

“You want me?” I asked, holding
my breath. '

“Yes,” said the officer. “Your son,
Raymond, is in jail here. We picked
him up last night in a stolen car.”

I could scarcely put: the receiver
back on the hook. “It’s come finally,”
I said numbly. Then I clasped my
hands and rocked tearfully back and

forth. “It’s come, it’s come, it’s
come—” That’s all I could find words
to say.

Abruptly I sat up. “I’ve got to do
something!” I cried. I grabbed the
telephone and called Floyd’s house, but
Mildred said he hadn’t come off his
truck route yet. He worked nights.

Dazedly, I hung up. I went into the
hall and put on a wrap, and went out
the door. Floyd’s house was two miles ©
away and I remember opening our
front gate with shaking hands and —
heading for it.

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I was stumbling along, mumbling to
myself (I cannot remember the words
now) when Floyd drove up in his
truck and leaped out.. “Ma,” he éried,

“what’s the matter? You’re as pale as |

a ghost!” }

I stood there, staring at him, and
he said, “I just got home and Mildred
told me you called. I tried to get you
at the house, but there was no an-
swer,.”

“No,” I said, “Harry’s at work.”

“But what’s the matter—tell me.”

“Raymond’s in jail, Floyd.”

“In jail? No, Ma—who told you?”

“The police called me. He was found
in a stolen car. Oh, Floyd,” I cried
tearfully, “take me to him. I’ve got to
help him, Floyd. He’s done wrong, but
I’ve got to go to him. Please, Floyd.”

“Of course, Ma. Come on.”

We drove to the Police Station, and
at sight of Raymond sitting there in a

cell I reeled dizzily and had to grab

onto the bars for support. “Raymond, '

Raymond,” I moaned, “what have you
done?” \

“Well, I guess they told you,” said ,
/Raymond.

\“Oh, it’s true then!” I sobbed.
“It’s true, Floyd!” And I fell to my
knees and clutched the cold, iron bars
in my hands and called pleadingly to
Raymond. “We’ll stay by you, Ray-
mond. You did wrong, but we’ll do
what we can to get you free—”

“Say, will you take her home?” he
asked. I looked unbelievingly at his
lips. Was, that my son, Raymond,
speaking? Those words spoken so
harshly and cruelly—were they ac-
tually coming from this hideous cell I
was kneeling sickeningly against?
They were! For he said them over
again, and he looked at me when he
said them. And he said more.

“What'd you bring her here for any-
way?” he. snapped. “You want the
guys around here laughing at me?”

Guys? Who did he mean? And why
would they be laughing at him? Had
I done something to hurt’ his chances
for freedom? I‘ got up quickly and
looked up and down the cell-block,
but there was only the guard standing
a few feet away and no one else, ex-
cept Floyd. Yes, there were men in
the cells all down the corridor, but he
couldn’t have meant them when he
said “guys.” Then I saw Floyd’s face.
It was pale and tight. ‘

“We'd better go, Ma,” he said
quietly.

‘“Wh-what did he mean, Floyd?”

“He’s just upset, Ma. Come on.”

I grabbed hold of the bars again.
“We'll get you a lawyer, Raymond,”
I cried. “Just promise me you'll be
good—please promise me, Raymond!”

"Please Help Me Find My Mother!" (Continued from

It was dank and dark under the
Spinelli house. There were no lights
and we had to poke around with the
aid of matches, which we kept striking.
Beyond a few piles of typical house
junk, however, we could find nothing
to excite our attention.

‘T’d like to see this place when
there’s plenty of light,” Ryan said
after we’d looked around in the gloom
for a while. “Listen, Tom, when we
go up pretend to the family that we’re
satisfied Mrs. Spinelli really ran away
with that guy the letter mentions. If
Mrs. Angiuli raises a fuss, pay no
attention to her.” :

“Then you think there’ is something

“Yes,” Ryan answered. “I do. And
furthermore I think that Mrs. Spinelli
got hers in that bedroom.”

“If that’s the case, who’s covering
up for who? And. who wrote that
letter?” wey

“We'll get the answers later. Right

now we have another job.”

ALF an hour later we were back

in the Homicide Bureau, where we
had a conference with Captain Patton.
He called the Squad’s skipper, Captain
Wallis, at home. Captain Wallis lis-
tened to our story.- We told him we
thought the dried spots on the bed-
room floor might be blood. :

“Pinker can decide that for us,”
Captain Wallis said. “But if what Mrs.
Angiuli told Ryan can be proved, I
think we’ve got something.”

The things Mrs. Angiuli had told
my partner were too revolting to re-
peat in detail here. On the surface they

ad no direct bearing on the disap-
pearance of Mrs. Spinelli—too much
time had elapsed for .that—but the
story did involve others of the Spinelli
family. One was the daughter. who
lived in San Francisco.

“We'll have the San Francisco police
check that angle for us,” Captain
Wallis announced. “In the meantime
I think it would be a good idea to
bring young Spinelli down here and
work him over. Bring the father along,
too. From what you boys have dug up,
this kid might break out with some-
thing hot if we keep after him long
enough.”

Then Captain Wallis ordered every
available man in the Homicide crew
on the Spinelli mystery.

An hour or so later we had Spinelli
and his son at Headquarters. We put
them in separate rooms and started to
grill them. No rough stuff, mind ‘you,
but steady, persistent questioning on
all manner of things that might shed
light on Mrs. Spinelli’s whereabouts.
The little old man answered all our
questions readily enough, but clung to
his firm belief that his wife had eloped.

Young William Spinelli was a differ-
ent matter. He was sullen and evasive,
He betrayed an ill-concealed hatred for
his father and frequently reiterated
a declaration of affection for his moth-

er. Then, gradually, we began to trip
him up in little things.

Doubt started to take shape in
our minds when contradictions began
to creep into the youth’s answers. At
first the discrepancies seemed - inno-
cent enough, but presently we were
convinced that young Spinelli was
lying deliberately about some things.
And his manner indicated he was
thoroughly frightened about some-
thing. At first we thought it was fear
of us and our brusk manners; later
we decided there was something else
that was worrying him. We got
our first break when we maneuvered
him intod- admitting he was familiar
with his mother’s handwriting, which
was a flat contradiction to what he had
said originally to Ryan and me back
at the house on Mountain View Drive.

We hammered away on this point
until the youth, suddenly realizing he
ame talked himself into a trap, blurted
out:

“I wrote that letter. My father made
me do it!”

What was the meaning of this
strange new complication? -Was the
son trying to throw suspicion on his
father?

- “Why did your -father make you
write that letter?” we demanded.

“I don’t know,” he faltered, and for
a long time we couldn’t budge him
with further questioning. Finally we
made him confront his father and or-
dered him to repeat what he had told
us. At first he refused; that earlier
fear he had betrayed now. seemed in-
tensified. What was the reason for it?
The father gazed steadfastly at his son,
his eyes unwavering.

“He’ll kill me,” whined the youth.
“He said he’d kill- me if I ever told.”

The old man looked sorrowfully at
his son,

“You are a bad boy to say that about
your father,” he said. “You know I
never threatened you.”

We were watching the two Spinellis
closely.

“You did!” suddenly screamed the
younger .Spinelli with a vehemence
that startled us all. “You made me
write the letter. You know you did!”

Which was telling the truth? Did
either of them know the whereabouts
of Mrs. Spinelli?

It was a strange, dramatic scene
which followed. The boy seemed sud-
denly to go berserk. He raved and
ranted and shouted all sorts of wild
things at his father.

Captain Patton decided to try some-
thing different. He told the youth to
rewrite the letter, dictating word by
word from the original note Mrs.
Spinelli was supposed to have written.
When the boy had done this it was
obvious to all of us that he had lied
again!

There was not the slightest simi-
larity between what he had just writ-
ten and the original note. Then -to
furthér complicate matters after we

had pointed out the obvious falsity of
the youth’s statement, he cried:

“I wrote the letter in Italian!”

“But this letter is in English,” he
was sternly reminded.

“Just the same,” he said stubbornly,
“I wrote that same letter in Italian.”

Now we had a triple mystery. The
disappearance of a woman, a strange
letter saying that she had left with a
lover and, lastly, her son’s behavior
in regard to this same letter.

Why should the youth stubbornly
insist he had written the letter in an-
other language? What purpose—as-
suming he was lying—did-he expect
this statement.to serve? Or, if he
were telling the truth, who had written
the English version of the note, which
he now said was not the original?
What was the purpose of the letter
anyway? Did the fact that it existed

_indicate that Mrs. Spinelli, with her
son’s help, was attempting to scare.

some favor from her husband as she
had done in the past with two of her
children? In that case she must be
alive, and how, then, explain the
daughter’s insistence that her mother
had met with foul: play? .

We knew then that only further in-

vestigation would be able to give us
the answers to the strange riddle and.

that is where matters stood when we
finally left the Homicide Bureau at
daylight to go out and again -inspect
the house on Mountain View Drive.
Included in the party of detectives
was Ray Pinker, who took along some
of his laboratory equipment. Spinelli
and his sullen son were left locked up
at the Homicide Bureau.

We swarmed over the house, but it
was in the cellar where we soon cen-
tered our close attention. My partner,
Frank Ryan, had been correct when
he suspected the spots on the bed-
room floor were blood.

Directly under the room, where the
covers had been removed from the
bed, were great spreading stains,
which had seeped through the flooring.
Even before Pinker announced his
scientific opinion, we knew these stains
were blood. Whose blood, then, had
been spilled on the bedroom floor over
our heads? -Had it been Mrs. Spi-
nelli’s? A couple of detectives hur-
ried back to the Bureau to fetch young
Spinelli and his father, while the rest
of us continued to examine the house.

N THE dirt floor of the cellar we
found more evidence of blood,
dried and caked though it was.

Then, in other parts of the house
we discovered circumstantial evidence
that ‘pointed mutely to a_ horrible
crime.

We pulled the mattress from the
unmade bed and an inspection of the
wooden framework revealed sinister
clews, which served to confirm the
ugly beliefs taking shape in our minds,
There were unmistakable fresh cuts
and gashes in the bed, marks that

“Don’t talk so damn loud,” he said.

“You're saying that to me, Ray-
mond?” I asked weakly.

“You want these guys thinking I’m
a sissy?” :

“What guys, Raymond?”

“In the cells here, dammit!”

I stepped back and a pang of ex-
cruciating pity cut through me like a
knife. I could feel no anger. My own
son had renounced me in public, and
that public was a buzzing cell-block of
criminals. He was ashamed of me—
his own mother.

Difficult as was this bitter pill for a
loving mother, Mrs. Hamilton didn’t
then have an inkling of the heart-
break that was to come. Read of it, and
how she faced it, in the March issue of
AcTUAL DETECTIVE STORIES OF WOMEN
IN CRIME, on sale Wednesday, February
15.

Page 7)

might easily have been made by an
axe—or a hatchet.

Pinker, meanwhile, had_ collected
an assortment of sharp-edged tools
around the house, mostly from the
kitchen. These included a_meat-
cleaver, a hand-axe and four exceed-
ingly sharp knives. When he had
completed a microscopic examination
of them he said quietly:

“There are traces of blood on all six
of these things.”

By this time, of course, we were
convinced that an ugly crime had been
committed ‘in the Spinelli house. But
by whom? And, assuming as we had
that the missing woman was the
victim, where was the body? A com-
plete search of the premises had con-
vinced us that a body had not been
secreted anywhere. There wae of
course, the back yard, and so we
._we’d have to dig. But with the |
rains of the last few days—how
we tell where to start? -And i we
body was disposed of somewhere not
on the premises—then, in a large city
like Los Angeles—where?

At the rear of the yard there was
a large incinerator for the disposal of
household garbage and rubbish. We
looked into this, but it was empty. We
.thought we. detected a sweetish odor
in the incinerator and the thought
that perhaps a body had been burned
there crossed more than one mind
among our group. But the expert,
Pinker, soon routed that theory. .

- “Eucalyptus,” he said after taking a
sniff for himself. “Look over there.
See where someone has been trim-
ming branches from that eucalyptu
tree?” . ;

But we raked it to be sure—and
found nothing.

Our case had advanced, but we still
had much to learn. The missing bed-
clothes were on the laundry porch,
where Spinelli had told us they were
the previous evening. One of the
blankets was hanging on the laundry
line; the rest of the stuff, still damp
from washing in the near-by washing-
machine, lay on the floor. Pinker’s
trained eye went over them, with the
aid of a powerful magnifying glass.
Then he dropped another revelation.

“These things have been carefully
washed,” he said, “but I can detect
traces of blood in the fabrics.”

The hacked bed, the bloodspots on
the floor, the stains on the cellar ceil-
ing, the dried blood on the cellar dirt
floor, the bedclothes with telltale
marks, the knives, cleaver and hatchet,
all these things——

Presently young Spinelli and his
father were escorted up to the house
on Mountain View Drive from the
Homicide Bureau. We took them both
over the ground we had covered,
showing them the damning clews we
had found, F

Young Spinelli gazed at each one,
white-faced and trembling, but he
said nothing.

|
Floyd Hamilton: “I’m ten times happier right now than | was. out there with

HAMILTON & KARKEK PALMER

a pocket full of money and the police of five States trying to find me”

Two No. 1 Public Enemies

Perhaps proper discipline, writes
Mrs. Alice Hamilton, might have cor-
rected Raymond, her youngest son, but
she was unable to cope with her prob-
lems after her first husband deserted
her. Raymond went from bad to
worse, finally drifted into a life of
crime. His mother, devoting her time
to earning a living, could do nothing
with him. Floyd, her favorite -son,
married and had two children. Things
picked up when Mrs. Hamilton mar-
ried a second time, but she constantly
was worried about Raymond, who de-
nounced her from a jail cell. He
escaped from prison several times,
joined Clyde| Barrow and Bonnie
Parker in a merry-go-round of holdups
until finally he was listed as Public
Enemy No. 1. Captured again, he was
sentenced to die in the electric chair.
It wasn’t many days later when Floyd
burst into Mrs. Hamilton’s home and
excitedly cried: “Ma, what do you
think Ray’s done now? He—” Now go
on with the story.

TOTTERED weakly to my rocker
| and sat down. Ray, I told myself,

just couldn’t do any more to hurt
us. It wouldn’t be impossible... But
Floyd continued his breathless. mes-
sage:

“Did you hear it on the radio, Ma?
He’s escaped again! Ray’s got out!
Think of it, Ma! He escaped from the
death-house!”

I fell back in the chair and moaned:
“Floyd, did he hurt anyone?”

“No, Ma. He sawed his way out.
First time anybody ever broke out of
the death-house!”

The days dragged on... and the
weeks ... and the months. Raymond
had dropped completely out of sight.
He probably was too frightened now
to dare to come out in the open. And
he probably knew from the newspa-
pers that the G-Men had stepped in
and were relentlessly searching for
him—that now he was Public Enemy
No. 1.

Winter came without word of him,

ere My Sons
By ar cA ym he

as Told to

Harlan Mendenhall

or from him. “He-could at least drop
me a postcard,” I sobbed. But then I
realized he would be afraid to do even
that, because of the postmark.

It was not until February 4, 1935,
that the numbed, unemotional resigna-
tion that gradually had possessed me
abruptly was swept away, and in its
place came terror—gripping, hysterical
terror again. ; ,

It was about 10 p.m.,, and I was sit-
ting in my rocker in the front room.
Harry was upstairs,,in bed. Sudden-
ly the door flew open ‘and Floyd, his
face white and drawn with pain, stag-
gered jerkily through the doorway and
fell forward on the floor.

“Floyd,” I cried, “what happened to
you?” i ‘

“J—I’m shot,” he gasped,

1t\@ HOT?” I dropped down beside him
and pulled open his coat jacket. In
the shoulder of his shirt was a bullet-
hole and I gazed at it in horror. Out
of the hole came a spurting trickle ‘o:
blood. 4
I ran- upstairs and got Harry, my
husband. Together we cleaned = out
_ wound and bandaged the shoul-
er. <4

. bullet. hit me.

“Now tell me what happened,” I
begged.

~“T was headed home from the truck
route,” said Floyd, “when I heard a

whistle from’ the side of the road. It -

was Ray.” :

“Ray?” I gasped.

“Yes, I stopped-and he ran up and
jumped in beside me. He was cov-
ered with frozen mud and his pant-
legs were shreds. ‘You’ve got to hide
me,’ he said. ‘I’m frozen and I haven’t
eaten for days.’ He was shaking all
\over and coughing, and there was an
icicle hanging on the’end of his nose.”

“Oh, -Heavens—” I sobbed.

“L told him I couldn’t take him
home, and he said to take him to
Katie’s, his old sweetheart’s house. So
I took him there, I drove past her
house three times’ and everything
looked clear; but the minute I stopped
there were men running out of a house
close by. They. had guns and they
yelled at us to put our hands up. I
.put mine up, but Ray pulled two guns
and started shooting.

“‘Get going!’ he yelled, and I
jumped in and threw in the clutch and
started pulling away, and just then a
But I kept. on and we

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ACTUAL DETECTIVE STORIES OF WOMEN IN CRIME, April, 1939

got away. I drove into West Dallas
and ditched the truck and came here.”

“Where’s Ray now?” I cried.

“We just split up,” said Floyd. “He
went one way and me another. But
there’s no time to waste talking. I’ve
got to beat it. They probably recog-
nized my truck, and they’re bound to
come here when they don’t find me
at home.”

“But you didn’t do anything, Floyd,”
I sobbed. “It wasn’t your fault what
happened.”

“No one would believe that,” he said
nervously. “I’ll run over to Louisiana
for a while. Tell Mildred I’ll have to
hide out until they get Ray and it’s
explained to them about tonight. See
that she and the kids have some food,
Ma. | T’ll send some money soon as I
can.

UTSIDE, the wind howled shrilly

around the house and I shuddered
at the awful thought of Floyd stepping
out alone and. wounded into the freez-
ing night, to become a hunted fugitive
like Raymond.

Raymond—where was he now? Was
he lying exhausted in the snow some-
where? Had the police captured him?
Was he dead?

“Well—so long, Ma,” said Floyd. He
shook Harry’s hand, and said good-by
again chokingly.. I grabbed him and
kissed him and abruptly he broke
away and ran stumblingly into the
snow and was soon swallowed up in
the darkness ...

In the darkness I began praying. I
could see that icicle on the end of
Raymond’s nose. I could, see Floyd
stumbling blindly through the dark,
icy night. :

And it was all so pitifully useless—
Floyd’s running away and my night of
anguished worrying. For the next day
Floyd was arrested as he stepped off
a bus in Louisiana. He was hurriedly
returned to Dallas, and a few weeks
later was brought to trial before Fed-
eral Judge W. H. Atwell on a charge
of conspiracy to harbor, He was found

: RB api Bo

guilty and sentenced to serve’ two
years in the Federal prison at Leaven-
worth, Kansas!

“Now it’s Floyd!” I wept. “When he
comes out he will be an ex-convict.
He won’t be able to get a job without
lying. He’ll jump from job to job, and
maybe turn bitter and become a crim-
inal like Raymond!”

| COULDN'T say it, but I couldn’t-
keep from thinking that if Ray had
been executed—if he had not broken
from prison the last time—Floyd would
not be on his way to the penitentiary.
But the damage was done now; noth-
ing could change it.

A woman, though, can stand just so
much mental anguish and heartbreak.
When her capacity-for suffering has

perately to help him some way. But’?

\ not now. , ,

The date of Raymond’s execution’

was set for May 10.’ On\the third I

baked a cake and sent it to him.’.I:
never -heard whether he got it or not.’

It was so near-his birthday—his twen-

ty-second birthday. But he would die
eleven days before that time arrived.

He would never see his next birthday.

om How -young—how terribly young stow
ats we aha vests nea Aacherrtah

The night of May 10 the children—

ail but Floyd—came silently, one by

one, to the house. We all wanted to

be together when the end came. I:

didn’t cry at all. I -couldn’t. I seemed
to be too dry on the inside. I didn’t
want to talk and neither did any. of
the others. We just sat there in. a

One. Son Alread
ecuted — Could

y Had Been Ex. — a

This Desperate

Mother of Two Notorious Outlaws
Save the Other from a Like Fate?

been reached, she begins to live a sort
of automaton existence, both mentally
and physically. That was the way I
felt for a long, long time after Floyd
had kissed his two wide-eyed tots and
told them Daddy was going away on
a long trip and to be good.

Not long afterward word came that
my first hasband—J. H. Hamilton, the
man who had deserted me and six
small children and left us penniless
with no way of earning a living—was
dead. He had died of asphyxiation
from a gas leakage in a tourist camp
near Shreveport, Louisiana. I did not
feel sorry for. him. I couldn’t.

One day Mildred came to me and
said, “They’ve caught Ray again.”

I merely stared at her. Once I’d
have burst into tears and tried fran-
tically to visit him in his cell. I’d have
shouted to him that-I would try des-

tense, haphazard circle about the radio
—waiting and thinking.

by It was frightfully sudden. We were’

1 just sitting there, our eyes darting
back and forth between the radio loud-
speaker and the clock —our ‘scared
faces white and taut—listening. It was
like we were all poised for a leap into
a bottomless pit. Then suddenly an
impersonal voice was filling the little
room. The voice said: | rea

“Raymond Hamilton has just been
pronounced dead by the officials of the
State Prison at Huntsville, Texas.”

My youngest boy was gone—in that
next instant, as .we sat there, he was
facing God!

The next morning Harry put his arm
tenderly around me and whispered,
“Alice, I know how terrible you feel.
But please try to find some consolation
in knowing you still have Floyd. He’ll

Wounded while trying to evade capture, Floyd Hamilton was stopped
momentarily by his mother when he fled from this Dallas, Texas, house

AD—12

eA abate eateie tan tuentanteat

Floyd Hamilton, Ted Walters and a third youth escaped

from the Montague, Texas,

jail after stabbing Jailer

Kenneth Chandler, shown here with his sheriff-mother

soon be out and we've all godt to pitch

‘in and help him. He’s likely to come

out bitter, and we’ve got to help him
find himself.”

“You're right, Harry,” I said, and I
sat down and wrote Floyd a letter. I
-told him how happy we were to know
that he soon would be coming home,
and how impatient we were to see him.
I didn’t mention Raymond’s name.

- A few weeks later we were all down
at the station to meet him. Mildred
had a new dress on and she was so
excited she couldn’t sit still in the.
waiting-room. She kept getting up
every few minutes, to look out the
window down the tracks. With her
were little Betty and John. They, too,
were impatient to see Floyd — their
daddy, who had been away on such a
“Jong trip.”

The train roared in, and the first
person to jump off was Floyd. He ran
up to us, smiling joyously. He hugged
and kissed me, and then shook Harry’s
hand, and then kissed the children.
Then he grabbed Mildred in his arms

and they just stood there in a tight,
trembling embrace until Harry and I
laughingly pulled them apart.

- At the house his four sisters swooped
down upon him and he was presently
so overcome he sat down in a chair
and wiped the tears away from his
eyes.

“Dinner’s ready!” I called out, and
Floyd got up quickly and rushed to
the table.

“T’ve been dreaming of this meal for
months!” he cried. “Which chicken is
mine?”

There were three chickens, roasted
brown, on a big platter on the table.
He sat down and devoured a whole one
himself.

I can’t begin to describe the hap-
piness that came over me as I sat there
and watched him eat.

EB on next morning Floyd was up
bright and early. There was an
eagerness in his eye that delighted me.
At 7 a.m. he was stepping out the front
door, to begin his hunt for a job. He

Ce oenee

HAMILTON, Raymend Texas

ea AR TALMIETEL ADP DEY 2 2 FOE

Even a heavy fetter
around his neck
failed to discourage
Hamilton (right) in
whose brain seethed
daring plans for
escape

The Story Thus Far:

THE astounding story of Raymond
Hamilton, the Southwest's outlaw
terror, began in his home town, West
Dallas, Texas, where he was arrested
for car stealing. Proving his conten-
tion that no prison could hold him he
escaped, with the aid of a friend,
Ralph Fults, while serving his sen-
tence.

He then joined Clyde Barrow, and
the two committed many crimes, in-
cluding murder. In October, 1932, the
daredevil Hamilton became a lone

(Right
ture-lo\
husban
'‘perado,

(Above) The home of Raymond’s sister,
where the outlaw was believed to have
taken refuge. Sheriff Bill Decker, at right,
directs one of his aids in a search for clues

wolf. He held up the First State Bank . ; es
of Cedar Hill, Texas. Other bank rob- arranged a meeting with Clyde Barrow -animals
beries followed. Then Hamilton, liv- and his sweetheart, Bonnie Parker. In piney by
the early morning hours the four con- 2 ak e m
imake a g:

spirators reached the grounds of the pri-
son farm, and the bridge under which were on
they had planned to conceal guns that ‘ound th
Hamilton had persuaded another trusty, sknew the
Fred Yost, to bring to him. them in
Realizing that the guards were near \ A ap
them a fi

ing with his new partner, Gene
O’Dare, became enamoured of the lat-

: ter’s wife, Mary. A month later, Ham-

f ilton again ‘held up the Cedar Hill
bank and escaped with $3,000. In De- baie
cember, Sheriff Hal Hood of Dallas, fe

Texas, received news that Hamilton t
lil and Gene O’Dare had been caught in by, Mullen crawled stealthily under the
me Bay cy, Michigan. Extradited to bridge. Suddenly he stopped—frozen Ferloyd
is Texas, Hamilton was sentenced to with terror. Blac shadows came spring- Ine. game
to Eastham Prison Farm for a period of ing toward him... WO mad:
fn two hundred and sixty-three years for The Story Conti ; Ford. C
._s ne a crimes. ; be Story Con eat 7 pumped 1
bool ut he was no sooner incarcerate art , me
abe ih ie besa arg for escape: He sis rn heer Lae. of the stock dogs : ary
Th obtained the aid of a trusty, jimmy aie illed the air. As they sprang a im 4 )
wea Mullen, who, on his release, contacted the ex-trusty’s mind worked fast. He found 2
in Hamilton’s brother, Floyd. They put -out a hand toward the vicious Os visit |
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THE REAL STORY OF
20 .

MASTER DETECTIVE, March, 1937

Raymond’s sister,
believed to have
1 Decker, at right,
a search for clues

. with Clyde Barrow
Bonnie Parker. In
hours the four con-
ie grounds of the pri-
bridge under which
o conceal guns that
iaded another trusty,
_ to him.
ne guards were near
{| stealthily under the
he stopped—frozen
shadows came spring-

rt Il

king of the stock dogs

\s they sprang at him

mind worked fast. He
toward the vicious

_Y OF

(Right) Mary O’Dare, adven-

ture-loving girl, who left her

husband for the dapper des-

perado, and provoked dissen-
sion in the gang

animals and called them caress-
ingly by name.

e must ward them off and
make a get-away before the guards
were on him. Mullen had worked
around this part of the prison and he
knew the dogs well. Now he talked to
them in whispers, like old friends, and
they, appeased, licked his hand. Giving
them a final pat he turned and fled.

Floyd had-heard the dogs bark and he thought
the game was up. He sprang toward Mullen and the
two made their way swiftly over the gram to the waiting
Ford. Clyde had already started the car and, as they
jumped in, it shot forward. Back to the parage in Corsi-
cana they drove. Here Floyd left them, taking his own car
and driving back to Dallas.

Sunday was visiting day at the prison so Floyd turned
around and openly came straight hack over the gait
to visit his brother and let him know how things stood.

By Sheriff
R. A. SCHMID

Dallas County, Texas

As told to
HUBERT DAIL 6
Staff Investigator for
Master Detective

Meanwhile, Clyde, Bonnie and Mullen
were driving around hunting back
roads for a quick get-away. They
ended up about one-thirty Tuesday
morning, four miles from the pris-
on and near the town of Weldon.
Here Clyde drove off the road.
They had had no sleep and not
much food since Saturday. Now
they took turns sleeping until
dawn. Then they started out
again. They drove to a stretch of
woods about a mile from where
they knew a line of convicts would
be working that morning. Clyde
‘ climbed from under the driver’s
wheel, clutching a Browning auto-
matic. Handing Mullen a shotgun he
told him to walk around to the front of
the car while he took the rear, and to stand
ready for instant action.
Bonnie sat in the car, a .45-caliber automatic held
steadily in her small hand, her dark eyes flashing with ex-
citement. The hour of the break was fast approaching.

x oe

Inside the prison enclosure squads of convicts were ready
to march out to work. Hamilton’s shirt bulged suspiciously
as he stood in line of Number One Squad. The guard looked
at him. The wily blond convict saw the look, and instantly

HAMILTON’S CRIMSON CAREE

e 21

“I had you wrong,
partner; you’re on
the level,’’ said Clyde
Barrow to Jimmy
Mullen (left), who
played an important
part in the Eastham
Prison break

(Right) Red-haired
Bonnie in an affec-
tionate pose with
Clyde Barrow. These
two participated in
Hamilton’s escape
and the wild ride
that followed

It was on a Sunday,
visiting day, when
Floyd Hamilton said

good-bytohisbrother, |

Raymond (below,
left), in jail. . Are
they planning for
a sensational break?

Outlaw Terror

The bandit trio kept their eyes
glued on Mullen as he crept toward
the figure in the dim, early morning
light. All at once he wheeled about
and came running back to the car.

“It’s just a man driving a cow,” he
shouted as he leaped in beside Hamil-
ton, and the coupé started with a roar
and went speeding down the road.
They were now riding four in front;
this would make shooting difficult.
The car was almost out of gas when
they reached Hillsboro, the scene of
Clyde and Raymond’s: first murder.
They shot the car into a filling station.

“Fil her up!” ordered Barrow.

The old filling station proprietor
answered with excitement shining
from his eyes. “Have you heard about
the jail break?”

“No, tell us about it,” urged Hamil-
ton.

“That fellow Clyde Barrow’s res-
cued his friend Raymond Hamilton.
He held up the Eastham Prison and
shot down three guards. Ever hear
anything like it?” His voice rose as
he became more animated, the gaso-
line hose was poised in his hand.

“Say, are you going to fill that
tank? We've got to get on!” Hamilton
fingered something in his hand.

he old man stopped talking, hur-
riedly filled the gas tank and Clyde
sped on, circling around Hillsboro
over back country roads. Later, Ray-
mond took the wheel.

They picked up Floyd Hamilton
near Rhome, Texas, at seven o'clock
that evening. Floyd had brought food
and a change of outfit for two men.
Raymond’s bravado had returned
and the older, taller man_ looked
down on his notorious outlaw brother,
who carelessly twirled an automatic
in his fingers, with a mixed feeling of
pride and awe. The younger Hamilton
turned to Mullen:

“Go back to Dallas with Floyd.
We'll head north and pull a job. I'll
send you your share for what you've
done.”

As Hamilton spoke, Clyde stepped
over and placed his hand on Mullen’s
shoulder. “I had you wrong, partner;

ou’re on the level.” The two shook

ands.

But there was no time to be lost.
The four convicts sprang into the
Ford again and Clyde drove off
through the shadows. When Mullen
and Floyd Hamilton reached Dallas,
newspapers already carried the story
of the murder of Major Crowson and
the jail break.

ith a sinking heart, I received the.

news that Hamilton was at large. At
the time of my election to the office of
Sheriff of Dallas County I had a
sporting goods business, and had had
no experience as a peace officer. Dal-
las citizens wanted a business man
for sheriff; that was the reason I had
been elected.

I must admit that while I was de-
termined to do my best to snare
this shooting devil, t did not particu-
larly relish the job. I hastily went
over Hamilton’s previous career, for

undoubtedly his activities from now

on would be replicas of things he had
already done.

The first escapade of this notorious
bandit was with Clyde Barrow. In a
powerful car they had swung into the
driveway of a combination general
store and filling station. The car’s
headlights picked up the figure of J.
N. Bucher, the proprietor, seated at
the entrance.

“We hear you sell strings for instru-
ments,” said Heraltos, climbing out
from behind the driver’s wheel.

The proprietor smiled and entered
his store, followed by the two men.
“That’s a funny thing,” he said,
knocking the ashes from his pipe.
“Some fellows came along here this
afternoon with guitar strings and my
wife bought some. We don’t usually
carry them.”

“T HEY’RE waiting for us at a
party and all the stores in town
are closed,” continued Hamilton.

Bucher walked to the drawer where
he had put the guitar strings, then
turned to his customers, the strings in
his hand.

“Okay.” Raymond selected one,
ut it in his pocket. With his left
and he handed a hundred-dollar bill
to the proprietor; his right hand re-

mained in his pocket. Clyde Barrow
stood ominously at his side.

Bucher fingered the large bill. He
lanced up quickly at the two young
ellows in his store. ‘“Haven’t you got

something smaller?” he asked. “I’m
afraid I can’t change it.”

“Sure you can change it,
Hamilton.

“It’s all the money we've got and
we're in an awful hurry,” added Bar-
row, stepping closer to the counter
behind which the proprietor stood.

Bucher hesitated, then turned his
back on the two men and began work-
ing on the combination to his safe. In
a flash Raymond Hamilton became a
sinister figure; his mouth hardened,
his blue eyes became coldly menacing
as he furtively drew an automatic
pistol. Floyd had also drawn a gun.

Bucher counted out the change for
the hundred-dollar bill. As he faced
about, holding the money, his jaw
dropped and his eyes bulged. The
muzzles of two automatics were only
a few inches from his head.

Through Hamilton’s clenched teeth
came the hissed command: “This is a
hold-up! Hand over everything in
the safe! Make it quick!”

Bucher stared at the speaker for a
fraction of a second, then, quick as
lightning, he slammed the safe door.
At the same moment he reached un-
der the counter for his own gun. There
was a flash. The gun’s report in the
little room was deafening. The store
proprietor staggered, fell against the
wall, then dropped behind the counter
and rolled over.

The bandits whirled about. Foot-
steps were clattering down the inside
stairway. The frightened face of a
woman peered over the banister, her
fear-crazed eyes seeking her husband.
The gun muzzles swung to cover her.

The metallic voice of Hamilton
barked: “Get down here! Hurry! Or
else—”

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22 Master Detective

made a decision. Swiftly and silently he switched to Num-
ber Two Squad as the convicts marched from the barracks.
The guards rode horseback, the prisoners walked.

In Number Two Squad was Joe Palmer, a tough convict
in Raymond’s confidence. Palmer’s shirt also bulged. When
the squads reached the woods the guard of Number One
Squad rode over to notify Major Crowson, who was in
charge, that Hamilton had jumped his squad and was be-
having suspiciously.

Hamilton sensed the danger. With daring, deadly pre-
cision he jerked out his gun, aimed it straight at Major
Crowson’s head, and yelled:

“Come on, Joe, let’s go!”

The moment Hamilton yelled, Palmer whipped out the
a he had hidden in his shirt and, te the reins of

uard Bozeman’s horse with his left hand, aimed the .45-
caliber automatic at the guard’s head. At the same time
he ordered Bozeman to throw down his gun. But instead
of throwing his gun to the ground the guard fired at the
convict.

Palmer answered; he shot as fast as his trigger finger
would work, first at Bozeman, then Crowson. As the Ma-
jor’s eae animal wheeled about, Crowson’s bod
pitched forward, then jerked sidewise and slid to the ground.
A guard dashed over and knelt beside the prostrate man _as
another volley of shots came from Palmer’s weapon. The
guard groaned, grasped his arm, then stared in bewilder-
ment at the escaping convicts. :

Hamilton had discovered that the clip in his gun didn’t

-work. But the bandit reacted with the cool swiftness that

officers of the law had come to dread. He leaped for the
protection of a brush pile. A loud clatter ‘of hoofs was
heard, coming from the woods; other guards were galloping
to the scene.

Raymond sprang forward, clutching the useless automatic
tightly in his long fingers. He ran for the edge of the
woods. With cool accuracy he calculated his direction as
he went, leaping over stumps, dodging around trees, darting
straight for the spot where Mullen and Clyde should be
waiting. The clattering hoofs were right behind him.
Bullets were whizzing dangerously about his ears.

Clyde and Mullen had sprung to attention at the sound
of the shooting. They looked at each other with tense
faces. They ran their hands over their automatics as they
prepared for action. Two rifle shots had been arranged
as the signal for the prison break. What had happened?
Grimly the two men stood there with automatics poised,
tense, waiting...

T HEY had not long to wait. Four shadowy figures dashed
from the woods. They were headed for the alarmed
pair. Mullen asked: “Shall I fire?”

“Not yet,” Barrow said. He stared tensely, with nar-
rowed eyes, at the oncoming men. Suddenly he recognized
his old partner in the lead and heard him shout.

Clyde emptied his rifle into the woods, in the direction of
the pursuers. Then, as the convicts came rushing toward
the car, he threw open the turtle back of the Ford coupé
and the four men dove inside. Clyde and Mullen sprang in
beside Bonnie, and the Ford roared over the roads Clyde
had already picked for the get-away. The escaped bandits
packed into the tiny space behind could hardly breathe.

The original plan had included only Raymond Hamilton
and one other convict. Now there were four, which compli-
cated and made the possibilities of escape doubly hazard-
ous. But Clyde sent the little coupé speeding over the coun-
ed roads, Bonnie beside him holding her gun tightly, while

ullen sat next to her, also with drawn gun.

Suddenly Clyde tightened his grip on the driver’s wheel;
his voice was a gruff command: “See who that is in the
road ahead!”

“Looks like the Chief Prison Sergeant!” exclaimed Mullen
as Clyde turned the car off the road and stopped behind a
tree. Mullen sprang out.

“Don’t shoot unless you have to. It will smash our
chances if we kill anyone here.”

Clyde and Bonnie pushed their guns through the car’s
window, ready for action. Mullen walked cautiously to-
ward the horseman, with levelled, sawed-off shotgun. Ray-
mond sprang from his hiding place, and jumped in beside
Bonnie to help ward off an attack.

“I had you wrong,
partner; you're on
the level,” said Clyde
Barrow to Jimmy
Mullen (left), who
played an important
part in the Eastham
Prison break

(Right) Red-haired
Bonnie in an affec-
tionate pose with
Clyde Barrow. These
two participated in
Hamilton’s escape
and the wild ride
that followed

It was on a Sunday,
visiting day, when
Floyd Hamilton said .
good-by tohis brother,
Raymond - (below,
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Chief Bryant's telegram to this maga-
zine related details of the capture.

him to jail ! Who was he ?

Then his picture, in the local paper, brought identifica-
tion when many readers of Startling Detective Adven-

tures telephoned bolice: «Look on Page 51 of September
Startling Detective Adventures—that’s your man !”’
And there he was—Joe Palmer, fugitive killer from the

Texas state prison. Once more Startling Detective Ad-
ventures had berformed a notable Service for the Law !

Chief of Police Ww, E,
Bryant, of Paducah, Ky.,
received fully a dozen
Phone calls from keen-
be readers of this maga-
zine who saw a newspaper
photo of the captive and
recognized him ag Joe
Palmer from a icture in
September SDA,

yay HERE’S a dead man in the
; weeds out here along the Old
Mayfield road!”

That startling message, arriving at
Paducah police headquarters early on
the morning of Saturday, August 11,
sent a squad car speeding to the scene,
just outside the city limits. And, too, it
shot Paducah into the headlines in every
city in the United States,

Clyde Madden, a watchman employed
at a hosiery mill, was enroute home from
work when he saw something that re-
sembled the body of a man lying in the
weeds a short distance from the high-
way. He lost no time in getting to a
telephone.

Detectives Barber Daily and Herbert
Sheehan, detailed to investigate, left
their radio-equipped car on the main
road, and approached the spot with
caution. In police work it always pays
to be careful for you never know what
may be just ahead, Silently, the officers

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may be seen, left to right, Clyde
Barrow, Henry Methvin and Ray-
mond Hamilton. Since the snap-
shot was taken, Barrow has been
slain by officers; Methvin, who
escaped from Texas state prison
with Hamilton and Joe Palmer last
Jan , has been granted a con-
ditio: pardon, supposedly for
supplying information which en-
abled officers to trap Barrow; and
Hamilton, condemned to death
after receiving prison terms total-
ing 362 years, escaped from the
Texas death house and is a fugitive.

With them, on Sunday, July 22, were
Irvin “Blackie” Thompson, Oklahoma
killer; Charlie Frazier, a lifer, and
“Whitey” Walker, another long term
convict. In the actual break, as detailed
in October STARTLING DETECTIVE Ap-
veNntTuRES, Walker was killed by guards,
and Frazier was critically wounded, but
Palmer, Hamilton and Thompson fled
over the wall to freedom which, in the
case of Palmer, was short lived. As this
is written, Hamilton and Thompson are
still at large.

Faced with the picture in STARTLING
Detective ADVENTURES, and with the
official identification from the Depart-
ment of Justice in Washington, Palmer,
closely guarded in the Paducah jail, ap-
parently decided there was no use being
tough any longer. He talked. Realizing
that within a few hours he would be
started back to Texas with the electric
chair right around the corner, he loos-
ened up and told a lot of things, includ-
ing some of the jobs he has pulled and
some of his boyhood ambitions.

“Tt’s usually like that,” he said as he
looked at his picture in StarTLING DE-
TECTIVE ADVENTURES and was told about
the telephone calls referring Chief Bry-
ant to the magazine for identification of

his prisoner. “I don’t know how that

ADVENTURES

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magazine got my picture, but they would
have caught me sooner or later. I wish
the magazines and newspapers wouldn’t
print so much stuff about bank robberies.
It sure makes it tough for guys like me.
But I’m not holding any grudge.”

Palmer refused to explain why he
stopped in Paducah but said that he had
been in the city on one previous occa-
sion, three weeks before his capture.

“T came here to help a friend,” was all
he would say on the subject. “Just had
to help somebody out.”

Attended Barrow Funeral!

ANP then, most amazing of his state-
ments during his presence in Pa-
ducah, he revealed that he attended the
funeral of Clyde Barrow in Dallas!
Barrow, killed by Texas and Louis-
iana officers in a trap near Arcadia, La.,
on May 22, had helped Palmer, Hamil-
ton and the others escape from Hunts-
ville back in January, At the time Clyde
and his moll, Bonnie Parker, were rubbed

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es Paducah city hall in custody of Roy Russell (holding chain) and

Bud Russell, chief of transportation for the Texas prison system (in light

sombrero). In the rear, without a coat, is Chief of Detectives Kelly
Franklin of Paducah.

out, Palmer was still at large al-
though Hamilton was picked up a short
time before Barrow’s death, And Joe
Palmer, hunted fugitive, with the blood
of a prison guard on his hands, was so
grateful to Clyde Barrow for his aid in
escaping prison that he felt he must at-
tend the last rites for the kill-crazy
young cop-hater whose record included
at least twelve cold-blooded murders !

After the January break, Palmer said
he left Texas and headed north to Jop-
lin, Mo.

“T was sick,” he related, “suffering
from bronchitis and an infection in my
head. I stopped at a friend’s home and
for four months I was laid up in bed.
During that time they were looking for
me all over the United States. But I had
a good, safe hideout.

“Then Ray had a bit of tough luck.
A little while after we got out of prison
he held up a bank at Lewisville, Texas,
ran into a blocked road and tried to turn
around and escape. They had him
hemmed in and caught him. They

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Identified Through Startling Detective Adventures

stalked across the fields until they could
see the dim outline of a man. Without
a word, Sheehan pulled out his flash-
light and played its beam upon the still
figure, The revealing light flashed on
the stranger’s face, then, as he stirred,
on his body, and the ground about him.

And there, within easy reach of his
relaxed hand, was a deadly 45 caliber
automatic !

Like a flash, Detective Daily grabbed
the murderous weapon. As he did, the
sleeping man roused, made a desperate
attempt to snatch the gun, then looked
around, blinking, as the rays of the flash-
light shone full on him,

“Are you fellows officers?” he asked.

Assured that they were, the man
settled back,

“Come on, get up,” the detectives
ordered, They were answered by @
snarl, Slowly, anger showing in his face
and actions, the man got to his feet.
Defiantly he stuck his hand into his left
pocket.

“Get ’em up or I'll blow you in two!”
Sheehan emphasized his words by jam-
ming his gun into the captive’s back.
The hands went up without further
delay.

When the handcuffs were slipped on
and the officers frisked the unknown gun-
man, they found him to be a veritable
walking arsenal, He carried enough
ammunition to conduct a South Ameri-
can revolution. He had. cartridges and
extra clips for the gun which had been
beside him and shells for other weapons.

His effects included the sum of twenty
cents in cash.

THE PICTURE THAT SPELLED DOOM FOR PALMER

This police. photo of Joe Palmer, bandit and slayer, which appeared on page 51
the September issue, identified the Paducah captive as one of the most
dangerous men at large. On the lam since his desperate escape with Ray
Hamilton from the Texas death house, July 22, Palmer apparently felt secure
when he crawled under a tree near Paducah and went to sleep. Following
his capture, readers of Startling Detective Adventures put the finger on him

A hours before official identification was received from Washington.

PADUCAH:

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Surprising the guard in the tower above,
Palmer, Hamilton and Thompson suc-
ceeded in escaping over the wall of
Huntsville Bsa while another guard
picked off three companions, killing one

WANTED!

Irvin ‘Blackie’ Thompson, Oklahoma
outlaw, is sought by authorities.

WANTED!
Raymond Hamilton, Texas bandit and
condemned killer; age, 21; height, 5 feet
6%4 inches; weight, 138 pounds; hair,
blonde; eyes, blue; complexion, medium;
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“It’s a good thing you fellows didn’t
wake me up before you grabbed my
gun,” the snarling prisoner told Sheehan
and Daily as they took him to city hall.
“T’d have blown you to bits.”

Lodged in jail, the captive repeated
this declaration as guards were placed
about his cell. “The Lord sure had His

and seriously wounding the others,

arm around those two cops when they
found me,” he said. “If I hadn’t been
dead tired for sleep you’d have had them
to bury.”

Fingerprint Captive

(CONVINCED that their prisoner was

no ordinary bum, Paducah authori-
ties got busy in an attempt to identify
him. Chief of Police W. E. Bryant and
Chief of Detectives Kelly Franklin ques-
tioned him. But beyond saying that his
name was Blackburn Jackson and that
he lived in Memphis, he met every query
with stubborn silence.

“Why did you go for your gun?”
Chief Bryant asked.

“T was aiming to kill two
who woke me up,” the surly captive re-
plied, speaking at last. Then, looking
first at Bryant and then at Franklin, he
said; “You’re right when you figure
I’m hot. You got my picture upstairs
—now you go find it. I ain’t telling a
thing !”

And that is all he would say.

Determined to identify the gunman
without loss of time, Detective Chief
Franklin had him photographed and
fingerprinted, the latter with some dif-
ficulty since it developed that the pris-
oner had attempted to obliterate the tell-
tale ridges on his fingertips by rubbing
them for hours on the concrete floor of
his cell.

With photographs and fingerprints on
their way to Washington and to Mem-
phis, officials began searching their own
files in an effort to identify their man.
Their first hunch was that he was Alvin
Karpis, fugitive ex-convict who has
been sought for months in connection
with the kidnaping of Edward G. Bre-
mer, St. Paul banker.

Overlooking no possibilities, a photo-
graph of the prisoner was reproduced
on the front page of the Sun-Democrat
on Sunday morning, August 12, along
with a story quoting police as having
tentatively identified the man as Karpis.

And that was when things began to
happen.

Hardly had the Sunday paper hit. the
streets until Chief Bryant’s phone be-
gan ringing. And his callers, most of
whom did not identify themselves, gave
him big news,

“Your man isn’t Karpis,” said
the first informant. “Get a copy
of September Startling Detective
Adventures and look on page 51.
That’s your man and you see if
I’m not right!”

Chief Bryant hastened to obtain a
copy of the magazine. Turning to page
51 he saw a picture, a reproduction of a
police photograph. The accompanying
lines revealed the fact that it was a
likeness of Joe Palmer, former pal of
Clyde Barrow and an intimate of Ray-
mond Hamilton, youthful bank robbing
terror of the Southwest. And the photo
was, without question, that of the man
who at that moment was held in a heav-
ily guarded cell right there in the Pa-
ducah jail!

Satisfied of the identity of his pris-
oner, Chief Bryant quizzed the man
further. But the captive was not yet
ready to talk.

“Maybe I’m Joe Palmer, and maybe
I’m not,” he said. “Why should I tell
you?”

And it was not until hours later, after
official confirmation of the identification
had been received from Washington,
that the surly gunman admitted that he
was, in reality, Joe Palmer, one of the
hottest fugitives in the country !

Identified By Photo

‘THE picture which resulted in his
identification was published in the
September issue of STarTLING Detec-
TIVE ADVENTURES as a feature of a story
detailing the criminal activities of Ray-
mond Hamilton, who at 21 has robbed
more than a score of banks in the South-
west. This article, “Trailing Ray Ham-
ilton, the Texas Terror,” was written b
Denver Seale, investigator for the Dal-
las district attorney, and Clarke New-
lon, Dallas newspaperman. It related de-
tails of Clyde Barrow’s association with
Hamilton and Palmer, including the sen-
sational break from the Eastham state
prison at Huntsville, Texas, last Janu-
ary in which Barrow and Bonnie Par-
ker aided the escape of their two friends,
together with Henry Methvin and Hil-
ton Bybee. In that escape a guard, Major
Crowson, was killed, and it was for that
murder that both Hamilton and Palmer,
following their captures in widely sepa-
rated sections of the country, were sen-
tenced to death in the electric chair,
Confined in the death. house at the
Huntsville prison, Hamilton and Palmer
plotted a second escape—a break from
the supposedly escape-proof cells in
death row. A little money, judiciously
distributed—James A. Patterson, a
guard, confessed to planting guns for
the desperadoes and recently was sen-
tenced to 15 years in prison following
his plea of guilty—and they were ready
to make their desperate try for freedom.

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"George Griffin Sentenced to Death in Electric
Chair for Hammer Attack on Woman in Home Here.

"George Griffin, 25-year-old negro, was sentenced yesterday to die
in the electric chair March 21, for conviction of raple in connec-
tion with a hammer attack June 9, 1940, on Mrs. A. J. Haynes at
the Haynes residence on Shell Road.

"The execution order decreeing Griffin shall be electrocuted was
the first ever levied by Judge George C. Westervelt in Neuces
County and the first obtained by District Attorney Joe P. Hatchett

in this county.

"Action of a Nueces County jury in recommending that Griffin be
executed, following the trial here last June, was affirmed by the
Court of Criminal Appealsin Austin recently.

"Mrs. Haynes was not in the courtroom when the sentence was pro-
nounced.

When asked by Judge Westervelt if he had any statement to make as
to why the execution should not be carried out, Griffin said 'I
got nothing to say.'

Sheriff John Harney is scheduled to remove Griffin to Huntsville
immediately upon drafting of the execution order."

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_IN AT THE FINISH .

Time Repaid—Bernard George Pregler,
17, pleaded guilty to aiding in the murder.
of Michigan printer Fred Eldridge (On
Borrowed Time, June rnstwe, 1953) and
was given a two-year prison term by a
Van Horn, Tex., court for being an acces-
sory after the fact. Walter Collins Green

Bernard Pregler: Time on his hands.

was found guilty of.the murder but has
yet to be sentenced.

Bottled Hill—High up on the FBI's
“Ten Most Wanted” list was Floyd Allan

Floyd Hill: bottled up outside Dallas.
Hill, who led nine other prisoners out of
the Fort Worth, Tex., County Jail in a
mass break while awaiting trial for the
robbery of $248,000 from two Cubans

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side of Dallas.
Thawed Out—V. C. Callahan pleaded

guilty to manslaughter in the killing of.

Crystal Anderson (When Crystal Thaws,
Be Careful, May nstwE, 1953) and was
sentenced by Detroit Judge Ira W. Jayne
to serve four years and nine months to
15 years. Married and the father of a
four-year-old, Callahan escaped from a
Georgia prison about a year ago, where he
was serving a sentence for parole violation
on a 1951 car theft conviction. ;

Drawing A Bead—Brewery worker’

Thomas L. Lawrence pleaded guilty to
manslaughter in the slaying of Thaddeus
Skeer (Who Drew A Bead On Thaddeus
Skeer? September INstDE, 1952) and was
given one to seven years by Illinois, Cir-
cuit Judge William G. Juergens.

lnnocent Death—Mrs. Linda Head, fos-
ter-mother of five-year-old Mary Wolfe,
was given five years in the Arkansas State
Penitentiary for guilty knowledge of the
slaying of the child (The Innocent Die
Young, April rvstvz, 1953). Her husband,
James, accused of the actual slaying of
Mary has been judged insane and ordered
confined in a State hospital. a

Phone Bill—Arthur Huff, who was con-
victed of slaying his wife; Ruth (The

Arthur Huff got life on phony call.

Dead Don’t Phone, June ise, 1953),
was sentenced to life imprisonment by
New Jersey Judge Joseph L. Smith.

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terson County's last public hanging staged in. ia “Uncle Martin”
the old jail yard at the-corner of Pearl ard. 5 : vw CM RS oor ape ike z
Frankiin, in 1903. A Negro; Willie Green, was the’ eet rT ee eee
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spruug by Sherilf Ras Landry..‘This snapshot of f +p house square. lars S airived a
the macabre event was taken by RB. L. Brown, | eather AK,

The jate pioneer Begumonter,. Martin’ Hebert,
often wid of the firet public hanging here in
i835 Mr.” Mebert and his* brother Ben were. Ls nd.
auinmarily. escorted tothe etene by thelr father: WAS S White map

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2 4, 2 Cite as 823 F.2d 86
not a®general»invocation of the: right:‘to®
’ “counsél;was vat ‘worse ‘ambiguous... Ifd :
" were'the'fact-finder,'T would think it more
likely'that Griffin iwas’interested. in obtain-!
ing the quality’of legal ‘services ‘that Jen
nings would" provide rather than the per-}
| sonal services*of Jennings’ and no one else.
Griffin's later ‘statement that he did not
want to speak to another attorney at that.
particular’ time ‘did ‘not remove the ambi-::
‘Unlike''my brothers, I think Kent was
indeed’; “hadgering”’ Griffin’ within the
meaning of Hdwards and thus violating its
Prophylactic purpose. It is true ‘that the
badger. intentionally cloaked his hostile in-

tent, but he nevertheless ‘initiated the ‘con-

versation. Kent sought to evade at least
one interpretation of Griffin’s request, and —
was successful.’ The antiseptic effect of

Hdwards, as. interpreted in Barrett, was
destroyed. . eee Ret Tagen jad
Therefore, although Ido not differ with ~ |
__ the majority ruling on ‘the other’issues, | !
RU etm

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respectfully dissent.

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866

the right to counsel is invoked, the’ court.

first looks to see who initiated a subse-
quent conversation. If the police: initiated
the conversation, the analysis is over; the
prophylactic Edwards rule has been:violat-
ed. Only if the suspect initiated the con-
versation can the waiver issue ‘/arise.‘
While the concurring opinion in’ Edwards

rejected the two-step analysis, calling for a»

single assessment of the totality of the
circumstances on the question of waiver,
with the issue of who initiated the conver-
sation being only an important considera-
tion,® the dissent also accepted the two-step
analysis, so a majority of the Court took
that view of Edwards.* Moreover, as the
plurality opinion in Bradshaw noted, the
Edwards court stated that a “necessary”
fact in finding waiver is that the accused
reopened the dialogue with the police,” . La-
ter, in Solem v. Stumes,* the Court. ex-
pressly stated that, under Edwards, a
waiver of the previously invoked right to
counsel is acceptable only if the suspect
initiates the subsequent conversation. The
- Solem Court also described the Edwards
doctrine as a per se rule In United
States v. Webb, ® this circuit followed the
Court in stating that waiver of the right to
counsel after it has been invoked’does not

satisfy Edwards. if the police initiated the

subsequent discussion.

It is thus apparent why my brothers do

not review the finding on which the district .

court opinion was based and instead make
a new fact finding. If Griffin invoked his
right to counsel, the confession is, inadmis-
sible because Detective Kent, not Griffin,
initiated the interrogation that elicited the
confession. The majority therefore, accepts,
4. Id. at 1044-46, 103 S.Ct. at'2834-35 (plurality

opinion). *” piss tks
5. Id, at 1047-51, 103 S.Ct. at 2835-38 (Powell, J.,

concurring). bi Mee A

6. Id. at 1054 n. 2, 103 S.Ct. at 2840 n,. ) (Mar-

shall, J., Brennan, J., Blackmun, J., and tevens,
J., dissenting). ohh gue ithe #807 C

7. Id. at 1045, 103 S.Ct. at 2834 (plurality opin’
ion) (citing Edwards, 451 U.S. at-486 n. 9,, 101,
S.Ct. at 1885 n. 9). Ne nee inceat Co

8. 465 US. 638, 646, 104 S.Ct. 1338, 1343, 79
L.Ed.2d 579 (1984). es

12. Id, at'830. 0

823 FEDERAL REPORTER, 2d SERIES

the" government's: contention that: Griffin

invoked: onlya' “partial right” to ‘counsel: - -

he ‘asked only for the right ‘to ‘speak to
Jennings, so, when Jennings declined to
represent him, he no longer sought a.law-
yer. ;

As my brothers note, the Supreme Court
has recognized a partial invocation of the
right to. counsel in Barrett. 11 Tn that case,

the suspect said he would. speak to police.

but would give no written confession in the
absence of counsel.!2 The court allowed
the oral confession on the basis that - the
suspect asked for counsel’s advice regard-
ing only written statements.1*

‘Unlike the situation in Barrett, Griffin
did not accompany his request for counsel
with ‘affirmative announcements of his
willingness to speak with the authori-
ties.” 4 The Court in Barrett emphasized
that we must not narrowly interpret a de-
fendant’s remarks about desiring counsel,
saying: ath ot.

We ‘do not denigrate the “settled ap-

proach to questions of waiver [that] re-
quires us to give a broad, rather than a

narrow, interpretation to a defendant’s
request for counsel,” Michigan v. Jack-

son, 475 U.S. 625, —, 106 S.Ct. 1404,
[1409], 89 L.Ed.2d 631 (1986), when we

observe that this approach does little to

aid respondent’s cause: Interpretation is
only required where the defendant’s
words, understood as ordinary people
would understand them, are ambigu-
ous.®

Unlike Barrett’s, request, which was un-
ambiguous, .,Griffin’s statement, if it was
9. Id. ‘at 647,104 S.Ct. at 1343.

10, 755. F.2d 382) 388 (Sth Cir.1985), cert. de-

nied, — U.S. —, 107 S.Ct. 894, 93 L.Ed.2d 846
_ (1987).

AL; 107 S.Ch. at 832. yyy

13. Id. at 832.

14, Id.

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864

[5] In short, Barrett controls our analy-
sis in this case.

sence of: police interference with the ac-
cused’s fifth amendment guarantee to
counsel, interrogation may: proceed after
satisfaction of that request.

In conclusion, we turn to the remaining
issues raised in this appeal, none of which
we consider substantial.

in closing argument violated his fourteenth
‘amendment right to a fair and impartial
trial.

trial with unfairness as to make the result-
ing conviction a denial of due process.’’
Donnelly v. DeChristoforo, 416 U.S. 687,

643, 94 S.Ct. 1868, 1871, 40 L.Ed.2d 431

(1974); Ortega v. McCotter, 808 F.2d 406,

407 (5th Cir.1987). We have examined the

closing argument, particularly those por-
tions to which Griffin now objects, and
must conclude that the prosecutor’s state-
ments do not rise to the necessary level.

’ The majority of the remarks were not im-.

proper at all, and the court adequately in-
structed the jury regarding the effect..of
those statements that may have been im-
proper. : iy

{6] Griffin also contends that the trial

court erroneously excused for cause venire- .

member Sandra Jackson. In Wainwright
v. Witt, 469 U.S. 412, 105 S.Ct. 844, 83

L.Ed.2d 841 (1985), ‘the ‘Supreme Court...
“To determine when a prospective .

held:
juror may be excluded for cause because of
his or her views on capital punishment, the
inquiry is ‘whether the juror’s views would

999

ance with:his instructions and: his oa

Wicker v. McCotter, 183 F.2d 487, 493 (5th.
Cir.), cert. denied, — U.S. ——, 106 S.Ct. »

3310, 92 L.Ed.2d 723. (1986). The;,trial
court’s determination regarding exclusion
of a juror is entitled to a presumption"of

5. Griffin has not established that the article 12.-
31(b) oath was actually given; the trial court

We therefore hold that,
when an accused makes an unambiguous -
but limited request for counsel, in the ab- «

Griffin asserts -
that certain of the prosecutor’s statements _

‘the effectiveness of his trial counsel,
‘cording to Griffin, his attorney was ineffi-
cient because’ he did ‘not object to 'the fail-
prevent or substantially impair the per -
formance of his duties as a juror in accord-.

823 FEDERAL REPORTER; 2d SERIES
‘ as ee yo

‘ correctness under: 28 U.S.C. § 2254(d).
Witt, 105 S:Ct. at: 854-55.» Although Jack-
‘son’ continually equivocated during her voir

dire’ examination, ‘she stated at several

~ points that she would not cast her vote as a
juror in a way that would lead to the-death

penalty. She was therefore properly ex-
cluded for cause.. :

[7] Griffin asserts that the trial court’s

requiring each juror to take the oath set.

out in Texas Penal Code Ann. art.,12.31(b) ©
was unconstitutional. The Texas Court of
Criminal Appeals declined to review this
issue on direct appeal because Griffin did
not. object to the oath at. trial. Under

Federal habeas relief is appropriate — Watnuright v. Sykes, 488 U.S. 72, 97 S.Ct.

if a prosecutor’s remarks “so infected the -

2497, 58 L.Ed. 2d 594 (1977), we may consid:
er this point only if Griffin shows good
cause for his failure to raise it at trial and

shows . “resulting actual prejudice. Jd.

Griffin attempts neither and the merits of
this argument are not properly before us.

[8] Griffin contends that the state’s use

_ of the testimony of Dr. John Nottingham -
and‘ Dr. Jerome Brown violated his fifth: .

and’ sixth amendment rights. We have .

held, however, that “when a defendant in-
troduces psychiatric evidence on a critical

issue, he waives his‘ fifth and sixth amend-

. ment objections to the state’s psychiatric

testimony, provided that the state’s evi-.

_dence is used solely in rebuttal and proper-

ly limited to the issue raised by the de-

fense.” ‘Williams v. Lynaugh, 809 F.2d
1063; 1068 (5th Cir.1987). ‘Such is ‘the case

here and we therefore dismiss Griffin’ $ ar-
ee hase ecake 5 cine bey

Griffin’s next issue on’ Perey relates to
Ac-

ure of the prosecutor to inform him of the

results, .of..Griffin’s. competency,, examina-

tion»and: the state’s intent to. use those

i results. at'trial. ‘We need not determine the -

standard, ‘applicable: ‘to a.claim for ineffec-

tive’ assistance)of counsel based-on conduct
: of the’ government because the facts:do not

support Griffin’s argument. The record

“transcript merely ' states’ “that the jurors. ‘were
sworn. ~

“—

eat GRIRBIN ve LYNAUGHS) 865
|. Cite as 823 F.2d 856 (Sth Cir. 1987)

reflects that Griffin’s:counselswas provided i,
with the psychologist/s:reports:andwthat.
counsel filed. a-motionfin limine to suppress’

those reports. cpio cody ite (@hetaczal

‘(91 Griffin also “argues! that the trial
court erred in refusing to instruct the jury

on the meaning of the-words: “deliberate”
and “intentional’” ‘used:vins ‘answering the’.

special interrogatoriessin. the penalty phase.:
In Milton v. Procunier,'144' F.2d 1091-(5th
Cir.1984), we rejected this argument in the
context of a request ‘to»allow, questioning
prospective jurors on. these ‘meanings... We
concluded that the words “did have a plain
meaning of ‘sufficient:content.” Jd. at
1096. Our reasoning: in Milton compels
our rejection of Griffin's argument. on ks

Finally, Griffin argues that the-introduc-:

tion of extraneous. offenses without prior
notice violated his due: process rights. We
reject this contention, because. the record

reflects that Griffin was: in.fact given.no-

tice that the state intended to offer .this
material into evidence, ,

eet os x
iy ;

For the reasons stated herein, the ‘judg-
ment of: the District Court is affirmed;
AFFIRMED. — pees nih a Loe a

+}
a.

ALVIN B. RUBIN »' Circuit’ Judge, ‘dis-

- senting: —

The admissibility of, Griffin’s ‘confession
turns on the interpretation of -what. the
officers-said to him and what he said to
them: did he effectively invoke his right to
counsel? Because 1 think’ ‘he’ did ‘and’ be-

cause I do not agree ‘with the: ‘majority’s
interpretation of what was said or with its

construction of Edwards v,. Arizona, ! or

Connecticut v, Barrett; I respectfully dis:
. sent. FE TERR stick Ep enn SNR

After the police began their interrogation

yer;:» others... testified. that he. requested
“his’’ lawyer... Griffin ‘then telephoned Tom -

Jennings, .whom. he» thought. to be ‘his”
lawyer, and; they talked.for 5-10. minutes.

‘Jennings. telephoned ..back shortly « there-
after, and)talked with: Griffin for a,couple
of minutes. :‘After the second call, the:offi-

_-cerssasked Griffin what had happened;/and

he responded that Jennings would not-rep-

resent him.'. The officers then asked him if
he wanted another attorney, and Griffin
replied that he did not want one at that
time. - :

Griffin was then advised of his right ‘to
appointed counsel. At that point, Detective
Kent, who apparently had reason to believe
that Griffin’ might be ‘ess: reluctant to
speak with him than to talk with the other
officers, began a conversation with Griffin.
He testified: - Y

The only-thing I told him, sir, was when I

first got into the room, I said: Jeffery, I

said, you know what you have done, and

“I know what you have'done. I'said’’ we

_ “need to sit down and talk about it, get it

out in the open. He said at that time-he

liked the way I talked to him and started
going into it.

Kent also testified that he explained’ to

Griffin all of his rights. under Miranda,
including the right to court-appointed coun-
sel, and that Griffin understood and waived
his rights. Kent then elicited a confession.
“ The district court found ‘that Griffin had
“invoked his’ right to counsel and his re-

quest ‘for a specific attorney was honored.

When this attorney declined to represent
Griffin, he knowingly and voluntarily

waived his right to have further represen-

tation at:that time.” Presumably because
the waiver theory is an ‘inadequate basis

for affirmance, my brothers find instead
that Griffin's. request’ was an “unambig-
_ uous limited request and cannot be inter-
preted as an invocation of his general right

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mae - SAR AY eae) AA EE ey tee aie eRe Nie L o9he dei uke at 5) ale a aa
of Griffin but before he*conféssed! Griffin: ‘to counsel""

asked to speak to a lawyer. Some of the

officers testified that he requested “a” law- ;

1. 451 U.S. 477, 101 S,Ct.-1880, 68 L.Ed.2d 378
"(1981). ay

2. — US. —, 107 S.Ct. 828, 93 L.Ed.2d 920
(1987). .

aoe “4

Under Edwards, as construed by the Su-
preme Court in. Oregon v, Bradshaw, * if

3. 462 U.S. 1039, 103 S.Ct. 2830, 77 L,Ed.2d 405
(1983). ; : ie

JESSIE GUTIERREZ #971
September 15 — 16, 1994

September 15, 1994

12 midnight - 2:45 a.m. Sleeping.
3:00 a.m. sinh Standing at front of cell combing hair.
3:15 a.m. Ate two hard-boiled eggs and drank carton

of milk for breakfast.

3:30 a.m. — 6:30 a.m. Sleeping.
< eras a wilted? hen, oie i i, er, re ete eatery oad pekdeeid” vecreatlon oi alee Beadep cer Are eet es 40, gbiterrdsae\: 3 ees. tan
7215. QWs Showering. 040s —
8:00 a.m. Given ice cream and a Dr. Pepper from
commissary.
9:00 a.m. = 10:15 a.m. Standing at cell door/lying on _ bunk
watching T.V.
10:36 a.m. Served lunch of chicken, potato salad,

, pinto beans, green beans, carrots, sweet
potato pie, rolls and tea.

10:45 a.m. — 11:15 a.m. Sitting on bunk watching television.
11:45 a.m. Began visit with Margaret Narro, mother;

Isabel Hernandez, sister; Pete Narro,
step-father; and two children.

1715--p me Visitors joined by attorney Elizabeth
Cohn.

1:30 p.m. Attorney Cohn leaves unit. ~~

3:35 p.m. Visit with family members terminated.

4:00 p.m. Departed Ellis I enroute to Huntsville
Unit. ;

LAST MEAL REQUEST: None
CLOTHING TO BE WORN: State issued shirt and pants, personal shoes.

4:20 p.m. Arrived at the Huntsville Unit.

4:31 p.m. Placed in holding cell.

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Friday, Scntamber 16, 1994 =

Bryan man dies for 1989 murder

One of two Coin Exchange killers executed

By SEAN FRERKING
Eagle staff writer

HUNTSVILLE — One of two Bryan
brothers convicted of killing a jewelry
store employee during a es went to
his own death early ______ 3
this morning saying Ss
that he loved every-
body.

Jessie Gutierrez, 29,
at first said he had no
final statement but
then changed his mind.

Soa" be, ‘said
- everybody,” he
before a lethal dose of GUTIERREZ
three drugs began flowing into his veins

at 12:12 a.m.

- He was pronounced dead eight minutes
later — five years and 11 days after
Dorothy McNew was shot in the now-
closed Texas Coin Exchange. Gutierrez

appeared tense but under control and his
face twitched as he laid strapped to a
gurney in the state’s death chamber as
witnesses entered theroom. «< :

_After- the: drugs began. flowing,
Gutierrez inhaled, raised his head a bit,
then shuddered ‘slightly and and exhaled
before he died.

A woman who refused to give her name.

but said she was a friend of McNew’s
waited outside the Walls prison unit here
until the execution was over. Then she lit
two candles in honor of McNew’ s two
surviving daughters.

“He deserves to die for what ne did, he
deserves to die,” she said.

” None..of Gutierrez’ s family or friends
were present for the execution.

* The~ U.S. Supreme Court denied
Gutierrez’s final. appeal
os and Gov.. Ann Richards refused to

Please see —o page A8

somata inaiannne

late Thursday —

DA: Crime was ‘greed that had
no boundaries, that had no limits

, By SEANFRERKING ~~
Eagle staff writer

Bryan-College Station watched in
horror five years ago as medics rolled
a fatally wounded robbery victim out
of ajewelry store ona gurney.

Early this morning, 29-year-old
Jessie Gutierrez — one of the two
Bryan brothers who killed Dorothy
McNew by shooting her in the back of

the head — laid strapped to a similar

bed. “2
He died, too. bees
Gutierrez was executed by injection
shortly after midnight today in’ the.

ore

death chamber at the Walls Priegn |

tinit in Huntsville for his part in the

Sept. 5, 1989, crime.

McNew’s ‘death during the daylight
robbery shocked local residents and
stole some of their security.

“Her family and friends were real
close to her,” said District Attorney
Bill Turner, who prosecuted the
Gutierrez brothers. “It made a signifi-
cant impact on their lives that I
believe continues today.

“It was a daylight robbery and any-
time you have something like that it

‘makes us all feel a little less safe,” he

said.

Please see GREED, page A8

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SEPTEMBER 15, 1994

ATE NAME NUMBER DOB AGE REC'D COUNTY
Ooojicjo. JESSIE GUTIERREZ #971 04/30/65 (29)H 04/27/90 BRAZOS
09/20/94 GEORGE LOTT #999058 06/07/47 (47)W 03/18/93 POTTER
09/27/94 HERMAN CLARK #715 07/26/46 (48)B 06/17/82 HARRIS

10/04/94 RICKY GREEN #984 12/27/60 (33)W 10/05/90 TARRANT
10/05/94 WALTER WILLIAMS #722 01/30/62 (32)B 09/03/82 BEXAR
10/07/94 BOBBY WILLS #795 01/28/67 (27)B 05/17/85 ‘ORANGE
10/12/94 LEOPOLDO NARVAIZ #923 03/13/68 (26)H 11/22/88 BEXAR
10/18/94 CLIFTON RUSSELL JR. #658 08/05/61 (33)W 04/30/80 TAYLOR
10/18/94 DANNY THOMAS #710 08/30/55 (39)W 04/01/82 HARRIS
10/18/94 OLIVER CRUZ #954 05/18/67 (27)H.. 11/10/86 BEXAR

0/25/94 DELBERT TEAGUE JR. #849 11/11/62 (31)W 11/11/86 TARRANT
.... MARIO MARQUEZ #776 08/08/58 (36)H 11/28/84 BEXAR

11/03/94 " MONTY DELK #900 02/24/67 (27)W 05/11/88 ANDERSON

11/15/94 THOMAS MILLER-EL #834 04/16/51 (42)B 06/26/86 DALLAS
11/15/94 GERALD MITCHELL #838 12/27/67 (26)B 07/24/86 HARRIS

11/16/94 JOSE RIVERA #999102 12/23/62 (31)H 06/02/94 CAMERON

14/22/94 WARREN BRIDGE #668 07/03/60 (34)W 10/01/80 GALVESTON

12/06/94 NORMAN GREEN #805 11/07/60 (33)B 09/27/85 BEXAR
01/17/95 CALVIN BURDINE #758 03/28/53 (41)W 02/03/84 HARRIS-
GENARO CAMACHO #972 09/14/54 (39)H 05/09/90 DALLAS

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served to one of the two brothers.”

Gutierrez’s brother and accom-
plice, 83-year-old Jose Gutierrez,
remains on Death Row while his

moods early in the evening .as
‘‘clam.’’ Prison system
spokesman Charles Brown said
Gutierrez had been confident that

From At case is on appeal. he would win a second reprieve.

- Jessie Guttierrez refused all He was first scheduled to die on
requests by The Eagle for inter- Jan. 24, but the Texas Court of
views. Criminal Appeals stopped the

intervene. Jessie Gutierrez refused a final execution and ordered a hearing

District Attorney Bill Turner,
who prosecuted the case, said
Gutierrez’s death should send a
message.

“If you think that you can kill
somebody to get their property
and get away with it, you can’t,”
he said. “The consequences are
severe.”

Turner said he also hopes the
execution gives McNew’s family
and friends some measure of com-
fort because ‘“‘they saw justice

meal. He spent most of his last
day sleeping, watching television
and visiting with his. mother,
stepfather and a sister.

The visit, which began shortly
before noon, ended at 3:30 p.m. He
left Death Row at the Ellis I prison
unit 80 minutes later. He was
placed. in a holding cell about 20
feet from the death chamber at
the Walls prison unit in
Huntsville at 4:30 p.m.

Guards characterized his

so Gutierrez’s lawyers could pre-
sent evidence in his appeal.

McNew, an assistant manager
at the store, was shot only min-
utes after the store opened on
Sept. 5, 1989. She died the next
day.

Testimony showed that Jose
Gutierrez fired the shot.

About $500,000 worth of mer-
chandise was stolen. All but about
$125,000 was recovered.

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HUNTSVILLE, Tex., Sept. 16 (AP) |"
— A man convicted in the murder of |“ |

a jewelry store clerk during a half- di

million-dollar robbery was executed |™

early today by injection.

The condemned man, Jessie Gu-
tierrez, 29, was pronounced dead at
12:20 A.M., central daylight time,
eight minutes after the drugs began |°
flowing into his veins. N
7 Mr. Gutierrez’s brother, Jose, shot. A
==. | the clerk, Dorothy McNew, as the |°
— | brothers robbed the Texas Coin Ex- t
change in College Station on Sept. 5, .| §
1989. Jose Gutierrez is awaiting exe-
cution. . J

The brothers ignored the 42-year- | 4
old woman’s.cries for help as they ,
cleaned out jewel cases and ripped
telephone wires from the wall, ac- }

cording to trial testimony. .
| About $500,000 worth of.gems and
-| jewelry was stolen. The brothers
were arrested in Houston a few days
later, About $375,000 worth of mer-
chandise was recovered. |
The United States Court of Ap--| |
peals for the Fifth Circuit, in New | \
Orleans, and the Supreme Court re- | }
jected Mr: Gutierrez’s appeal late | {
Thursday. Among other things, the | }
appeal questioned Mr. Gutierrez’s | \
mental competence and contended | s
that Mr. Gutierrez, an eighth-grade
dropout, did not have proper legal | ,
help at trial.

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TEXAS EXECUTION: Jessie Gutierrez, 29, was put. to
death by injection early today for the 1989 robbery-slaying
of Dorothy McNew, 42, a jewelry store clerk. Gutierrez was | ,
the 80th Texas inmate to be executed since the death penal- |
resumed in Texas in 1982. Still on death row for the kill- |,
ing: Gutierrez’ brother, Jose. 2s, ary, & |

USA TODAY - FRIDAY. SEPTEMBER 16, 1994 - 5A

—————

Killer executed
HUNTSVILLE, Texas—A .

man convicted in the murder,of

a jewelry store clerk during a; -

half-million-dollar robbery. was |

executed early today by’ injection.
Jessie Gutierrez, 29, was pro-

Dorothy McNew as the brothers ;
robbed the Texas Coin. :

"in College Station on Sept. 5,.
* 1989. Jose Gutierrez is on death

row... } as, Gath ag
‘McNew, 42, was moaning and -
asking for help as the brothers

cleaned out jewel cases and;

ripped telephone wires from:the ‘
wall, according to trial-testimo- —
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Texas Executes | Man
In Jewelry Store Slaying

Huntsville, Texas — A man con-
victed in the murder of a jewelry
store clerk during a half-million-
dollar robbery was executed yes-
terday by injection. :

Jessie Gutierrez, 29, was pro-
nounced dead at: 12:20 a.m., eight

minutes after the drugs began
flowing into his veins.

“I just love everybody. That’s

$$}

Gutierrez’s brother, Jose, shot
Dorothy McNew as the brothers
robbed the Texas Coin Exchange
in College Station on Sept. 5, 1989.
Jose Gutierrez is also on death row.

VOGT ‘ST “Wdag ‘Kepuy ‘smay Lindsey asor ues

Gunmen reject plea
from boy, kill father .

A 10-year-old boy in Baton

Rouge, La., begged. three gun-

men not to kill his daddy, of-
fering them $2 of his own mon-

~ ey, but they brushed him off

(V>)

and shot his father to death. “I .

don’t want your money, kid,”

the boy quoted one of the gun- |

men as saying. Police said they
had no motive in the slaying

early Wednesday of Kevin Ev-~

ans, a 32-year-old rap musi-
cian known as KE. [N764]

Texas executes killer

of jewelry store clerk |

In Huntsville, Texas, a man
convicted in the 1989 murder
of a jewelry store clerk during
a $500,000 robbery was exe-
cuted early today by injection.

Jessie Gutierrez, 29, was
pronounced dead at 12:20 a.m.
He was the 251st person exe-
cuted in the United States —

the 80th in Texas — since the .

U.S. Supreme Court in 1976 al-
lowed states to resume using
the death penalty. [N765]

From Mercury News Wire Services

Friday, September 16, 1994

Austin American-Statesman

The Houston Post/Friday, September 16, 1994

Court mulls Texas inmate’s death-row appeal

ASSOCIATED PRESS

HUNTSVILLE — The U.S. Su-
preme Court was considering
Thursday whether Jessie Gutier-
rez should be put to death early
today for the 1989 robbery-slay-
ing of a College Station jewelry
store employee.

Gutierrez, 29, faced lethal in-
jection for the death of Dorothy
McNew, 42, a store clerk fatally
shot in a robbery that netted her
attackers about $500,000 worth
of gems and jewelry.

Gutierrez and his brother, Jose

.. Angel Gutierrez, both were con-

victed of the Sept. 5, 1989, killing.
They were arrested in Houston
about a week after the shooting.

Jose Gutierrez remains on
death row.

The 5th U.S. Circuit Court of
Appeals rejected an appeal late
Thursday for Jessie Gutierrez
and his attorneys took the case to
the Supreme Court.

The appeal challenges the con-:
stitutionality of the Texas death -
penalty statute, questions the
mental competence of Gutierrez
and claims the eighth-grade
dropout did not have proper legal
help at trial.

By MICHAEL GRACZYK
Associated Press

HUNTSVILLE — The US. Su-
preme Court was considering
Thursday whether a 29-year-old
convicted killer should be put to
death after _ sal
midnight for |
the 1989 rob- |
bery-slay-
ing of a Col-
lege Station
jewelry store
employee.

Jessie Gu-
tierrez faced
lethal injec-
tion for the 8
eathy “7 Gutierrez
New, 42, a store clerk fatally shot
in a robbery that netted her at-
tackers about $500,000 worth of
gems and jewelry.

Gutierrez and his brother, Jose
Angel Gutierrez, both were con-
victed of the killing on Sept. 5,
1989. The brothers were arrested
in Houston about a week after the
shooting. About $375,000 worth of

Lawyers of inmate appeal
to Supreme Court for stay

Jose Gutierrez remains on
death row. {

The 5th U.S. Circuit Court of.
Appeals in New Orleans rejected .
an appeal late Thursday for Jes-
sie Gutierrez, and his attorneys:
took the case to the Supreme.
Court. — .

“Anytime it gets to this stage I
don’t think you can get too opti-
mistic,” attorney Walter Reaves’
said. .

The appeal challenges the con-:
stitutionality of the Texas death
penalty statute, questions the
mental competence of Gutierrez:
and claims the eighth-grade drop-"
out did not have proper legal help - %4
at trial. ;

“We haven't had a full opportu-:
nity to have a hearing and de-"
velop claims,” Reaves said.°
“We've just never been provided:
with any experts or investiga--
tors.” - 3

Gutierrez would be the 80th
inmate to be executed in Texas,
since the death penalty resumed |
in Texas in 1982. .

The total is the highest in the

nation ,

Man executed

for slaying of
jewelry clerk

Associated Press

HUNTSVILLE — The USS. Su-
preme Court late Thursday re-
fused to block the execution of a
29-year-old convicted killer, who
was put to death shortly after
midnight Thursday for the 1989
robbery-slaying. of a College Sta-
tion jewelry store employee.

Jessie Gutierrez was executed
by lethal injection for the death of
Dorothy McNew, 42, a store clerk
fatally shot in a robbery that net-
ted her attackers about $500,000
worth of gems and jewelry.

Gutierrez and his brother, Jose
Angel Gutierrez, were convicted
of the Sept. 5, 1989 killing. Jose
Gutierrez remains on death row,
and his case is on appeal.

Both the 5th U.S. Circuit Court
of Appeals and the Supreme
Court rejected an appeal late
Thursday for Jessie Gutierrez.

__ The appeal challenged the con-

stitutionality of the Texas death .

‘penalty statute, questioned the

mental competence of Gutierrez

‘and claimed the eighth-grade

dropout did not have proper legal

‘help at trial. |
-- Gutierrez was the 80th inmate

_ executed in Texas since the death
“penalty resumed ‘in 1982 and was
the ninth executed in the state
“this year.

Houston Chronicle

Friday, Sept. 16, 1994

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were let in on it ‘after I had been re-
leased. Floyd Hamilton, Raymond’s
older brother, and I were to plant the
guns in the wood yard and meet them
with a car. Ray told me that he had
sent other parties, who were released

from the farm, up to see Floyd about’

making arrangements for the escape, but
they had done nothing but get a little
money off of Floyd. He asked me not
to do that way.

Every time we got a chance in prison
we discussed the plan and tried to per-
fect it. When I finally was released I
went to Dallas immediately and on the
night of January 11 I went to see F loyd.
I didn’t get to. see him because he was
out making a “meet” with Clyde Barrow.

On the second night I went to the
home of Lillie McBride, (Hamilton’s
sister) on County avenue, West Dallas,
and she sent me to see Mildred Hamil-
ton, Floyd’s wife, and I found Floyd.
He had seen Clyde again and had told
Clyde I was in town trying to help Ray
escape. Clyde told him to bring me out
for a conference. This was during the
many months Clyde was so hot and lived
in his car with Bonnie, Friends and
relatives in Dallas were meeting him
every night or so, but the police would

‘have given a thousand dollars to have

found him,

So on that second night we went out
to meet Clyde. .I was not familiar with
the roads then but I think we went out
near Lancaster, in Dallas county. Clyde
recognized me the minute he saw me as
having been on the farm with him.
Bonnie Parker was in the car with him.
They were in a Ford V-8 coupe. They
had two Browning automatic rifles, a
16-gauge shotgun, and three army .45’s,

WOUNDED GUARD

<<«
Olin Bozeman, guard at East-
ham prison farm, was wounded

by the fire of esca cone
white in the seslanticmat’ brake

in which Major Crowson, an- _
other guard, was slain, Bees,

They had some clothes, not many. Clyde
teld me that they were living in the car,
and that he had not been in a bed or
had his clothes off since his brother,
Buck, had been killed in Dexter, Iowa,
six months before.

Bonnie had been burned on the leg
some months before and had a large
scar on her nose from having gone
through the windshield. She also had
a bullet in her leg. She told me she got
this bullet in the battle which she and
Clyde nad with Sheriff Smoot Schmid
and his deputies in Dallas county, and
that in the same battle a bullet passed
entirely through both of Clyde’s legs,
Bonnie at this time didn’t appear to
weigh more than 75 or 80 pounds. Clyde
was not disabled in any way and was
plenty able to keep going. This was
several months before the pair of them
were shot down in Louisiana by ambush-
ing officers,

Obtain Weapons

CLYDE and I discussed the arrange-
ments that Raymond and I had
agreed on before I was released from
the prison farm. Clyde voluntarily
agreed to go with Floyd and me to carry
out the plan. I had no definite agree-
ment with Raymond or anybody as to
how much I was to receive for my part
in getting him out. Raymond had
offered me a deed to the house that his
sister lived in on County avenue, Dallas,
but I told him I never had any use for
a house and did not want it. I told him
we would agree on the money I was to
get after he got out, and we just left
it that way.
Clyde was a little suspicious of me.

While working on a woodcut-
ting detail in the field pictured
above, Ray Hamilton and three
companions killed a guard and
fled to a road where Clyde
Barrow, Bonnie Parker and
Mullen awaited them ina coupe,
as indicated in the photo on the
opposite page.

He didn’t trust anyone but Bonnie, and
he told Floyd to stay with me all night.
We had decided that Floyd, Clyde and
I would go down to the Eastham farm
the next night and plant the guns. This
was one night earlier than we had
planned but Clyde wanted to be sure he
wasn’t being put on the spot.

Floyd and I then left Clyde and came
back to Dallas and the next morning we
bought ammunition and extra clips for
a .45 automatic. Also we got a .45 from
a pawnshop. About 11 o’clock that
morning we drove in Floyd’s car to
Lancaster and there cut across on the
road to Ferris and hit the main high-
way to Houston. We met Clyde and
Bonnie on this road.

The two cars then drove to Corsicana
where we left Floyd’s car and drove to
the highway between Madisonville and
Crockett, near the prison farm, and we
started picking out roads there back
through those river bottoms to the farm.
We couldn’t find a road that went
through, so we took the main highway
down from Crockett to the road that
cuts through to Weldon. We took that
road to the Eastham farm.

About a mile and a half or two miles
from the farm, gve drove off the road in-
to some trees a ‘d parked the car. Floyd
and I took tt automatic we had and
one we got fr m Clyde, with two extra
clips and wre »ped them up in an inner
tube. This was about 1:30 or 2 o'clock
in the morning, Sunday, January 14,
1934,

Floyd and I took these pistols and cut
through the Weldon field, behind the
stock lots. I left Floyd at the stock lots
to watch the road and went up to the
yard woodpile and put the pistols beneath
a little bridge. While I was there, the
stock dogs jumped me and started bark-
ing. I had worked around there and
the dogs knew me so I was able to quiet

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By COUR ey, alias James Lamont

Whose crimes have brought him eight prison terms

Prison Break!

Chained to

gether like animals, these youths, friends and relatives of

Raymond Hamilton, were convicted of harboring the late Clyde Barrow.
Left to right, with chains circling their necks, are: Henry Methvin, who
accompanied Ray in the Eastham break; Floyd Hamilton, Ray’s brother;
W. D. Jones, one-time companion of Clyde Barrow; and S. J. “Baldy”
Whatley. Emerging from the truck are Hilton Bybee and L. C. Barrow.

three pals. I saw and heard the break,
I rode with them when they escaped, I—
But I’m getting ahead of the story. In
its July and August issues STARTLING
DETECTIVE ADVENTURES presented some
startling facts about the atrocities of the
Texas Prison System. And now readers
ot the magazine can learn for the first
time the truth about the Southwest’s
two most notorious men and their work.
I wrote this story many months ago but
the time wasn’t ripe to have it published.
StartLinc Detective ApvENTURES has
agreed to let me tell it in my own way
and language. I’ve been many things,
including a gunman and a burglar. I’ve
been in the penitentiary eight times, but
I never tried to write before. It’s just
the truth as I would tell it to anyone.

Plans Daring Break

“THE 16th of January, 1934, will long
be remembered in the Texas Prison
System and throughout the Southwest.
It was on this day that Raymond
Hamilton, Joe Palmer, Hilton Bybee

ADVENTURES

and Henry Methvin made their escape
from the Eastham Prison Farm, sup-
posedly under a barrage of machine gun
fire laid down by Clyde Barrow, Bonnie
Parker and James Mullen. Clyde Bar-
row has repeatedly been accused of be-
ing the one who planned and executed
the release. As a matter of fact, Clyde
Barrow did not know that a break was
being planned until four days before
the men got away. It was just chance
that Clyde was in on it at all. The plans
had all been made by Raymond and
myself.

I was released from the Eastham
Farm on January 10, 1934. For some
time previous to this date Raymond and
I had been making plans for the escape.
I was serving a three-year term from
Bexar county for burglary and had
hoped to be released in November. But
it was delayed.

We made arrangements where to get
the guns and where to wait in a car to
pick him up. The original plans were
for Raymond and Bybee to escape, but
for some reason Palmer and Methvin

: Termed one of the most daring
outlaws of recent years, Ray-

mond Hamilton could not beat .
the Law... He went to the chair | ~
on May 10, 1935,

hit,

CTIVELY enrolled in the never-
ending battle against crime and
criminals, DETECTIVE TAB-

LOID presents on this page a platform
of ten points which, if followed, should
do much to wipe out the mounting
menace of criminality that has been
holding this country in its grip. Read
this platform, in the adjoining column,
and write your opinion of it to this de-
partment. And remember, the under-
world MUST BE SMASHED!

NO CODDLING HERE

Criminals who run afoul of Uncle
Sam and win a billet in Alcatraz prison
can expect no coddling. John M. Stadig,
25-year-old counterfeiter and _ three-
time escape artist, will vouch for that.

Re-captured following an escape from
officers as he was being returned to
the island prison after appearing at a
Portland trial, Stadig moaned: “We
don’t see nobody. No books, no maga-
zines, no newspapers, no nothing. They

us like school children. Even Al
ie can’t get any privileges and

t big shot.”
Which is our idea of the brand of
two-fisted, unequivocal justice this

country needs!

ALLEGED FINGER MAN

The mystery of Chicago’s Valentine
massacre, in which seven Moran gang-
sters were blasted into eternity back in
1929, moved a step nearer solution re-
cently when government agents cap-
tured Byron Bolton, long sought as the
finger man in the mass slaying.

Bolton was seized when federals raid-
ed a Chicago apartment and shot to
death Russell Gibson of the Karpis kid-
naping gang. Uncle Sam is anxious to
auestion Bolton about the room across
the street from the scene of the massa-
cre, from which the death signal was
given to the firing squad.

Criminal investigations may become
bogged down in municipal routine but
-government men, once on the trail, can-
not be shaken from their quarry.

FULL OF NEEDLES

Hospital reports throw a curious light
on the mental makeup of 65-year-old
Albert Fish, awaiting trial for the slay-
ing of Grace Budd, 10-year-old New
York girl in 1928. X-ray examinations
have revealed the presence of 27 pieces
of metal, tentatively identified as sew-
ing needles, in his intestines and the
{ part of his abdomen.

» of the supposed needles were
Swasauwed, it was learned, while others
were jabbed into the body. Fish is said
to have derived a peculiar pleasure
from the self torture.

# Fish’s case sounds a fresh warning

HOT from

HEADQUARTERS

Readers are invited to address their letters to this
department at 529 S. 7th Street, Minneapolis, Minn.

against the sadist criminal. Convicted
of robbery in 1903 he has since repeat-
edly been in trouble on morals charges.
“No quarter” should be the universal
rule in dealing with men of this type.

GO TO CHAIR

“Death before dishonor,” was the
motto tattooed on Walter Dittman’s
right forearm. But it didn’t mean any-
thing. Dittman and Armando Boulan
teamed up and went on the “heist.”
Confronted by Policeman Earle M. Jen-
sen, the bandits shot him down. ‘Tried
and convicted, they made every effort
to escape the extreme penalty which the
law exacted. But it was useless. In
mid-December they went to the chair.

Like others, Dittman tried to bolster
his morale with highflown words. Be-
hind a gun he was a hero—in his own
eyes—but he died like a trapped rat.

Detective Tabloid’s
PLATFORM

1. PAROLES—Adopt stringent
legislation and _ supervision
tending to curb parole and
pardon evils.

2. CODDLING—Tighten prison
regulations to reduce coddling
of inmates and make jail an
unpleasant place to be.

3. PUBLICITY—Strip crime and
criminals of false glamour in
all books, plays and publica-
tions.

4, GUNS—Make purchase in-
creasingly difficult, investi-
gate all sales and register
both gun and owner.

5. COOPERATION — Unify
country’s manhunters with
centralized national office. ~

6. POLITICS—Take politics out
of the police force, making
political obstruction of jus
tice a federal offense.

7. REWARDS—Reward officer-
heroes and provide for de-
pendents of men shot in ac-
tion.

8. LAWYERS—Adopt rigorous
campaign to drive lawyer-
criminals from the courts.

9. CODES — Establish uniform

codes of state legal procedure

to cut red tape and speed up
justice.

TRAINING—Inaugurate a

federal “crime school” for all

prospective peace officers.

10.

MOP UP MASSACRE

On June 17, 1933, five men died in
the Kansas City shambles staged by
gang gunners to free Frank Nash, fed-
eral prisoner en route to Leavenworth.

On January 5, 1935, federal sleuths
wro e “finis” to the case when four men
and three women were convicted on
conspiracy counts in district court.

Verne Miller and Pretty Boy Floyd,
now dead and Adam Richetti, in jail,
had been named by the government as
the trigger men. Sentencing of the con-
spirators completed the roundup of the
gang.

Drawing two-year jail terms and
fines of $10,000 were: Richard T.
Galatas, Hot Springs, Ark., gambler;
Doc Stacci, Cicero, IIl., night club own-
er; Herbert A. Farmer, Joplin, Mo.,
gambler; and Fritz Mulloy, Kansas City,
Mo., gambler.

Mrs. Galatas, Mrs. Farmer and Viv-
ian Mathis, associate of the late Verne
Miller, drew fines of $500 and three-
year probation terms.

We salute another smashing victory
in the federal drive which is trappimg
not only principals but accessories!

PRISON AT LAST

Lapsing of his appeal bond wrote an-
other chapter in the history of the
Drake estate racket for Oscar M. Hart-
zell, promoter, when police seized him
preparatory to a trip to Leavenworth.

Sentenced to a 10-year term by Iowa
courts for fraudulent use of the mails
in the Drake swindle, Hartzell refused

to surrender when the time limit ex- .
pire and lapsed his $25,000 appeal
ond.

Investigators are to be congratulated
for their sterling work in removing
from circulation the man who has
mulcted thousands of hard-earned dol-
lars from small-time investors by prey-
mg on their gullibility.

NEW GIRL FRIEND

The dope from Texas is that Ray-
mond Hamilton, who celebrated the
year 1934 by twice escaping from the
state prison—the second time from the
death house where he was awaiting ex-
ecution—has a new girl friend.

And it is quite possible that this new
heart interest in the youthful outlaw’s
life may lead to his downfall. At least
once before he fell into the clutches of
the law because of his interest in a girl
—she happened to be a detective’s
fiancee!

Too late, Ray may find that his new
flame is lit with dynamite. For officials
have developed a monotonous habit of
spotting underworld molls and through
them capturing the boys who are o
the lam.

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cuted for the murder of a prison guard

during one of the most daring escapes
from a prison farm the Texas Prison System
has ever known.

He did not commit that murder.

Clyde Barrow was given the credit—or
blame—for planning and executing that break
and of covering the escape of four felons with
machine gun fire.

Clyde was a mile from the scene of the
break, fired no shots until after it had been
all over for ten minutes and then only into the
air to frighten of possible quick pursuit. He
a drive the auto in which the four prisoners
fle

The truth can now be told—and the whole
truth. In the eyes of the law Raymond Hamil-
ton was guilty of murder because he was along
when the murder was committed. But certain
officials of the prison system “covered up” the
inefficiencies of some of their guards by wild
stories of Clyde Barrow and machine guns
to escape criticism, They also tried to give
the impression the pistols used in the break
were never smuggled into the buildings, but
that they were hidden in a ditch.

They used the name of one of the most
notorious criminals the Southwest has ever
known, one of the most desperate killers in
history—Clyde Barrow—as a cover to hide
behind from the press and the people.

How do I know all this?

I know it because I am the man who framed
that prison break. I planted the guns used in

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for one of them as quickly and as fiercely as you or I
would fight for a little brother set upon by a neighborhood
bully.

Thus, because of his singular affection for denizens of the
prison 200, Palmer became known as an animal lover. Be-
cause of his almost Quixotic defense of them he became
known as a man hater. And so he traced the first letter in
his epigraph.

c happened one day when he surprised another convict’ in

the act of jabbing the big brown bear with a pointed stick.
Palmer, in a rage, challenged the animal baiter and a fight
ensued.

Aside from his bulldog spirit and fierce, reckless courage
there was nothing about Palmer that marked him as a fighter,
least of all his physical stature. A little below average height,
about five-seven, he was moderately well built yet not what
you would call a strong man. But he was never known to
back away from a scrap, when he felt he was justified in
fighting. And he believed he was justified in this particular
case. He was getting the better of his antagonist when
guards separated the two combatants. Palmer was sent to
the Eastham farm for punishment. At that time, as now,
Eastham was known as “the toughest farm in the system,”
a camp for incorrigibles.

According to Palmer’s code this was an injustice and he
resented it. Not with the blind, unthinking resentment of
his animal friends but with a canny, patient hatred born of

latent ferocity. He knew of only one way to strike back.,

He would escape at the first opportunity.

One morning a few weeks after his transfer to Eastham,
Palmer feigned illness when the work gangs reached the field.
Then, watching his chance, he seized a saddle horse belong-
ing to the assistant farm manager and fled into the heavily
wooded bottom land along the Trinity River.

Half crazed. by the taste of freedom after so many months
of waiting, goaded on by thoughts of what lay behind him,
Palmer pushed his mount to the utmost. When at length
the faithful animal fell to the ground, exhausted, he continued
his mad flight on foot.

On and on through the tangled bottoms he ran. It was
night now, the thick, black night of the East Texas low-
lands. He depended on a sort of animal instinct for direction,
on will power for strength to continue. Occasionally he
caught his foot under a protruding root and fell heavily.
How nice it would be to remain where he fell. Just for
half an hour. He wouldn’t go to sleep. He’d just lie there
and rest his tired, sore body against the soothing cushion
of cool, moist earth. But he couldn’t risk stopping, even to
rest. He went on, blindly, aimlessly, as rapidly as his spent
legs would permit. Thorny underbrush tore at the thin white

duck of his prison uniform. Briars tugged at his flesh, stuck,

and stayed to fester. .
Dawn came. And with it came a desperate idea con-

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ceived in the brain of an animal with his back to the wall.
Palmer saw smoke curling from the chimney of a distant
farmhouse. It might work! In the dim half-light of early
dawn his conviet clothing, now torn and mud-encrusted,
might pass detection. If it did... .

He approached the house and called out in native fashion.
A thin, toil-worn woman appeared in the doorway and an-
swered his call. A moment later her husband stood beside her.
Both peered out into the uncertain darkness.

“Whut’s the trouble out thar?” the farmer wanted to know.

“T was takin’ my wife and baby to the doctor when my
car broke down,” Palmer explained, affecting the slow drawl
of the native lowlander, “an’ I need help. Can you lend me
yore car, neighbor?”

“Shore!” the man replied affably. “My boy can drive
you-all to town.”

Muffled voices reached Palmer’s strained ears. His frayed
nerves tensed to the breaking point. What now? Had he
succeeded ?

Just then a diminutive lad of fifteen bolted through the
doorway ‘and sped toward the barn. A motor roared and a
moment later a battered Ford pick-up truck bumped over
the rough ground toward him.

At last things were breaking his way. The car came out
of the yard and he jumped into the seat with the boy.

“Where is you-all’s folks, suh?” the lad asked.

Palmer pointed in the direction from whence he had come
and said nothing until they had driven three or four miles
from the boy’s home. Now was the time to act, he thought.
And he acted.

“Boy,” he addressed the accommodating youth severely,
“I am an escaped convict! If you don’t want to get hurt,
jump out of here and skedaddle!”

Automatically the farm youth brought the automobile to
a stop. For a moment he stared at his passenger in open-
mouthed astonishment. Then meekly he obeyed the com-
mand to get out.

Quickly Palmer slid under the wheel and meshed the
gears. At his touch the car seemed to take on new life.

Raymond Hamilton (above), com-
panion of Joe Palmer on two sen-
sational prison breaks, also paid
with his life for his crimes of vio-
lence. (Left) Spot adjoining East-
ham, where Clyde Barrow aided
in a_ sensational prison break

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It shot ahead and roared at breakneck speed over the narrow
sandy road winding out of the bottoms.

Rapidly he neared the only stumbling block between him-
self and freedom—Lovelady, a small town situated twenty
miles northeast of the prison farm on the main highway. If
hé could just get through here .

Like a wild thing, the car sped through the main street
and, tires shrilling a protest, swung onto the paved main road.

The wide asphalt rolled under him like a gigantic black
ribbon, and trees and vegetation swept by on either side in
a tantalizing panorama of liberty and the things that made
it so desirable. And then—

Wham! A leaden hornet, then another, nipped at the
metal cab‘and buzzed angrily on their way. ;

Instinctively, Palmer glanced into the rearview mirror.
Less than a quarter of a mile back a black sedan trailed him,
He could see two men crouched low in the front seat.

Again the rifle spoke. Its sharp flat bark came to him
clearly above the noise of the speeding car. The hornet
buzzed closer this time and nipped a corner from the wind-
shield on his right. Another one burned like a red hot coal
along the top of his prematurely bald head and splintered
the glass in front of him. ; ;

When the old rattletrap skidded to a stop beside the road,
M. E. Gimon, a Special Texas Ranger living in Lovelady,
stepped from his sedan and confronted the wounded outlaw.
A hasty inspection told him Palmer’s wound wasn’t Serious,
and, handcuffing the fugitive, the Ranger loaded him into
the back of his car. Later in the
day, Palmer was returned to Fast-
ham and the officer collected his
reward. :

That little escapade, his first
escape, was only a beginning for
the determined convict; the first:
of a series of events that were to
mark him the most individual bad
man in the Southwest. ;

Within a short time after his
return, Palmer became acquainted
with Raymond Hamilton, another
notorious desperado who had just
been incarcerated and assigned to
his squad. The two of them soon
had their heads together, planning
and scheming. After a while they
managed to contact Clyde Barrow,
then at liberty and at the peak of
his hectic career.

They communicated their plans
to Barrow and enlisted his aid.
Arrangements were made for him
to plant pistols at a convenient
spot along the road the hoe squad
traveled to and from the fields.

and snatched up the pistols, Bar-

row and his gang were to be pres-

ent and cover their retreat, then carry them to freedom.
Everything was gone over thoroughly and the date was set.
It was a daring scheme and much depended on Barrow.
Would he go through with it? Palmer wondered.

Came the day of the break. Mounted guards rode behind
squads of white-clad convicts on their way to work, all
unaware of the exciting episode which shortly would break
in upon their routine existence. Suddenly Palmer dived
into a brush pile beside the road. When he reappeared he
held a heavy revolver, cocked and ready.

“Reach for the sky!” he commanded Olin Bozeman, guard
in charge of his squad.

But Bozeman didn’t reach. Instead he leveled his shot-
gun at Palmer, demanding that he drop the pistol. But the
desperate convict had foreseen this difficulty and his mind
was made up. He fired first. The slug from his pistol struck
Bozeman’s shotgun, knocking the weapon from his hands.
By this time Hamilton had also taken a pistol from the
brush pile.

Now the two of them stood alone in the center of the
little roadway, crouching, pistols held ready, faces contorted
with passion, hate, revenge, the lust to kill that comes after
long months of forced repression. To Say that they were

S. E. Barnett (above), Superintendent of Print-
ing in the Texas Prison System, wrote this inti- Ml
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ready to murder for their freedom would be putting it mildly.
They were more than ready.

By now the rest of the convicts had retreated to a safe
distance. And they watched the two in the road, standing
motionless, silhouetted against the muddy brown of bare
trees in the pasture beyond them. A thin, gray wisp’ of
smoke curled lazily up from the muzzle of Palmer’s revolver,

Major Crowson, another mounted guard in charge of a
squad working across the field, heard the shot and came
galloping toward the men commanded by Bozeman, his shot-
gun held ready. To the rescue of another guard, he thought.
And no one spoke a warning.

Wham! Palmer’s revolver roared a second time. Crow-
son yelled wildly and threw up both hands, flinging his shot-
gun to the ground. Groaning in agony, he clutched fran-
tically at his abdomen and slid, mortally wounded, from his
saddle.

With the second shot, a near-by thicket seemed suddenly
transformed into a veritable “Western Front.” Machine guns
and automatic rifles spoke their lethal message: “Hands
off!” Other guards, now rallied in pursuit of the armed
fugitives, drew back.

Palmer and Hamilton made their way to a sedan parked
just on the other side of the thicket, Then: Barrow and his
mobsters ceased firing and joined them. Together they drove
off in a cloud of dust. ‘

Thus Clyde Barrow came to the rescue of a former lieuten-
ant, and thus Joe Palmer became a member of Barrow’s gang.

‘ Palmer’s stay with the Barrow
gang was short, however. Maybe
he couldn’t stand their company.
Maybe their pace was too fast for
him. Whatever his reasons, he
soon split with them and hit the
lone-wolf trail.

Tt led him finally to Iowa, where
he experienced his first real diffi-
culty, car trouble when he really
needed a car. But Palmer lost no
time in commandeering another,
this time a small sedan belonging
to Al Schultze, secretary-treasurer
of the Davenport, Iowa, baseball
elub. And for some unknown rea-
son, he made Schultze accompany
him. It is just possible that he
wanted someone to talk with after
so many days and nights by him-
self. And it’s possible he wasn’t
taking any chances,

A little while later he kidnaped
Elmer Schleuter, Davenport police-
man, and added him to the party.
Then the trio headed toward Mis-

But Schultze’s little sedan didn’t
suit the fastidious outlaw. And,
because it didn’t, he stopped and
forced the captive policeman to flag an expensive-looking
coupé coming down the highway toward them. This car, it
developed, belonged to W. D. Fitch, prominent doctor and
resident of Walcott, Iowa. The doctor protested, but that
made no difference to Palmer. He took the automobile and
disabled the one he left behind. Now what to do with his
prisoners? He had three of them now, an officer, a doctor,
and a baseball club treasurer. They couldn’t all ride in the
coupé—not in any comfort.

Palmer solved this problem by ordering Schultze and the
doctor to get in the car. Then, brandishing his pistol, he
forced the policeman to climb into the rumble seat. That
would have been all right with the policeman, but it didn’t
suit Palmer. He didn’t like the idea of even an unarmed
officer sitting unguarded behind him. So he made Schleuter
climb down into the turtle back and calmly locked the rumble
seat over him. :

Then Palmer slid under the Wheel and pointed the high-
powered automobile toward St. Joseph, Missouri. His foot
trod heavily upon the accelerator, and he drove with the
reckless abandon common to men of his breed. He was
more attentive to his captives than to his driving, much to
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amiably he discussed every subject they
brought up except the cramped _police-
man’s pleas for succor.

his arrangement held until the odd
quartette reached the outskirts of St.
Joseph. There. Palmer released the near-
ly suffocated policeman and turned the
car over to his prisoners. Then, threat-
ening them with his guns, he made them
turn around and drive back down the road,
admonishing them first not to spread the
alarm until they returned to Iowa. Where-
upon he strode off toward the city.

The abused trio of course called St.
Joseph from the first telephone they came
to. They talked with the: Sheriff there
and in short order Palmer was surrounded
by armed minions of the law. He let him-
self be taken without firing a shot, al-
though he was heavily armed and knew
he was facing the electric chair. At an-
other time perhaps he would have gone
out fighting, for, in escaping from East-

‘ham, he had established the fact that he

was so inclined. ,
en prison authorities received word
of his capture, Bud Russell, famous trans-
fer agent for the Texas Prison System,
was dispatched at once to St. Joseph to
bring the desperado back to Huntsville.

Upon his arrival, Russell asked to be
taken immediately to Palmer’s cell in
the city jail.

“Hello, Russell,” the still-defiant outlaw
greeted him, a faint smile heightening the
never-say-die light in his chilly blue-gray
eyes. Then his face grew sober and he
added, “I guess I’ll burn down there in a
month or so.”

“Uncle Bud,” as he is familiarly known
to the more than 100,000 convicts he has
handled, pointed out that none but the
twelve men who made up his jury could
decided that, adding that almost anything
could happen. How true his prediction,
though of course Russell didn’t know it at
the time.

He brought. his prisoner batck, making
the long drive from Missouri without mis-
hap. Palmer was placed at once in a
cell on Death Row. This was a precau-
tionary measure against his escaping the
third time.

By this time there were several charges
pending against him, all arising from bank
robberies and_ lesser crimes committed
while at large with the Barrow gang. But
the State discarded all these, electing in-
stead to try him for the murder of Major
Crowson.

In June, 1934, the outlaw was taken out
of his death cell, put in irons and trans-
ported under heavy guard to Anderson,
Texas, where he went to trial. He made
the entire trip in silence, stubbornly re-
fusing to speak to anyone until he reached
the courtroom. Even then he spoke only
to his attorney preparatory to selecting a
jury. After those few words he lapsed
into a silence that remained unbroken un-
til the end of his trial.

Looking back over Palmer’s life in the
Texas prison, I cannot help thinking of
him as part animal, at least in one sense
of the word. There were times when he
was as silent as a stalking cougar and as
cunning as the proverbial fox. When he
chose to be he was as vicious as a
wounded grizzly; as courageous (yes, he
had courage; the physical kind of cour-
age manifest by his animal friends) as the
jungle lion in his own bailiwick.

Palmer's trial lasted three days. Not
once did the State’s graphic accusations
pierce his impenetrable calm. Even when
eye-witnesses to the killing told impres-
sively how he murdered Crowson, he

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meed ee ied die is
ear the end of the thir ay District W,

Attorney Max Rogers closed the State’s HEN SHE SAYS
case with a dramatic appeal for the death Xe

penalty. In summing up the evidence
before the jury he was the brisk, point-
for-point attorney, tying loose ends, dove-
tailing various facts into a corroborative
chain of damaging testimony. When he
finished, however, his voice seemed to
break, drop a note or two and take on a
personal, pleading tone,

“Gentlemen of the jury,” he said, in
part, “Joe Palmer forfeited his right to
live about four years ago when rape
mitted that robbery at Mexia. e re-
ferred to the crime for which Palmer carne AND you SAY 4G
to prison.) The jury in that case could — .
have prevented this murder. But they ;
wavered in their duty. Perhaps his youth
influenced their verdict. But did he ap-
preciate the chance they gave him? No!
He murdered a man who stood between
the apprehended criminal and your home.
Taking Major Crowson’s life isn’t all that
Joe Palmer has done. Look at the old
father and mother of the murdered man.
There they sit with tears streaming down
their cheeks as the break in their hearts
grows wider. That mother is thinking of
the days when she rocked his cradle to
still his little cries—cries that Joe Palmer
stilled forever! That old father remembers
proud dreams that were buried in the
same grave with his son—a grave dug by
an_assassin’s bullet!”

When the Prosecutor concluded his ad- ay
dress to the jury I looked at the defendant. S
His cold, dispassionate eyes watched the
procedure from under half-lowered lids,

he corners of his wide, saturnine mouth
quirked briefly in what might have been
either a smile or a sneer. By no other
sign did he display an interest in the case.

His own attorney arose then and made
a touching counter-argument. The jury
filed out of the box. :

hey agreed upon a verdict and were
back in Jess than an hour. When the
foreman handed a slip of paper to the

court clerk I watched Palmer’s face again, =
“We, the jury, find the defendant guilty -AND TREET YOURSELF
of murder as charged and assess his punish- TOR PACK OF

ment -at death!”
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lash did Palmer’s masklike expression
change. At length, however, he arose and
asked permission to speak. It was granted.

“Judge,” he began, speaking coldly, de-
liberately, and looking about him as if
to include everyone in the courtroom, “I
want you to know you haven’t taken any-
thing from me. I was willing to risk any-
thing—eyven my life—to be free from that
awful hole. Now, to all who rejoice over
the prospect. of my death, I make you
this promise: [ll meet you at the portals
of hell! Your hot seat holds no terror
for me!”

For a long moment he gazed over the
courtroom, defiantly, as if issuing a chal-
lenge to each person present. Then he
allowed himself to be led taward the
door.

Outside the courthouse a few minutes
later, just before he began the trip back

transfer car for a glimpse.of the now wide-
ly known outlaw, then cheerfully invited
all of them to meet him in hell,

Back in Huntsville, Palmer was placed
once more in his old cell on Death Row, °
bt for pierebite this time, but to await Single-Edge
lis end in the chair inside the little ante-
room at the end of the corridor. When FOR GEM AND EVER-READY RAZORS

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him, I thought, “At last, old fellow,
you’ve come to the end of your row. You
have seen your last free day.”

But the condemned man did not seem
at all discouraged. Past experiences per-
haps had impressed him with the old
adage: While there is life there is hope.
I wondered. 3

July 2ist came on Sunday. There was
a baseball game at the prison stadium that
afternoon and almost everyone, prisoners
and guards alike, attended. The game,
as I recall it, was an exceptionally good
one and held the interest of all. The pri-
son, for the moment, was forgotten.

Inside the prison, in the yard, Charlie
Frazier, a lifer officially recognized as the
Southwest’s “Public Enemy No. 1,” loit-
ered furtively in the narrow alleyway be-
tween the chapel and the death house.
He had been waiting there all afternoon
—waiting for the mess detail to appear
from the kitchen with the evening meal
for the condemned men inside.

On his person were secreted three .45
caliber automatics, smuggled in to him
some few days before. Three pistols. To
him three keys to freedom! Their cold
weight gave him confidence, and tanta-
lizing visions of the world outside fanned
alive the spark of hope long dormant with-
in the madcap felon. Once more he was
the cold, fearless desperado who had writ-
ten his name in blood and smoke through-
out half a dozen states. :

Suddenly he was alert, motionless, with
the menacing rigidity of a rattler coiled
for the strike. Heavy footsteps sounded
on the concrete walk as a trio of waiters

approached the death house door. It was

now or never!

ISTOL in hand, resolute and half-mad

from the suspense of waiting, Frazier
stepped quickly up behind the: accom-
panying guard. In a voice that dripped
with ferocity and hatred he demanded an
immediate entrance.

The sight of the heavy automatic,
against envisioned scenes from Frazier’s

‘bloody past, was too much for the un-

armed guard. He offered no resistance.
And indeed, to have done so would have
meant a quick death. for him.

Once inside, the rest was easy. Frazier
locked the guard in a vacant cell and
within a very few minutes Peaceful Joe
Palmer was on the prod again. Raymond
Hamilton, also sentenced to death for
his part in the killing of Crowson, and
Irvin‘ “Blackie” Thompson, another con-
demned man, were also released. And then
it happened! +

Like demons they burst from the death

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house, determined to slay or be slain in
their mad dash for freedom. In the yard

they recruited Whitey Walker, Roy John-
son and several other lifers ready to go
all the way.

Together they ran to a tower on the
lower yard. Condemned men or lifers,
all of them, with everything to gain and
nothing to lose! Forcing a terrified guard
to surrender his arms and ammunition,
they placed a ladder beneath his picket
and began a wild scramble over the wall.

But surrounding tower guards were on
the job. Immediately they opened fire
on the desperadoes. Whitey Walker was
caught in the crossfire and killed instantly.

’ Charlie Frazier and several others were

seriously wounded. Nevertheless, Joe
Palmer, along with Hamilton and Thomp-
son, again made good his escape. And
barely a month had elapsed since the State
had condemned him to die in the electric
chair!

Once more he hit the lone wolf trail.
It led him this time to Kentucky. And
there it ended, beneath a roadside tree on
the outskirts of Paducah where officers, in-
vestigating a tip received earlier in the
day, found him—asleep! Although a loaded
gun was beside him, within easy reach
of his hand, he was taken again without
offering the least resistance. ,

Bud Russell was detailed to go after the
fugitive a second time ‘and, twenty-three
days after his spectacular escape, Joe Pal-
mer was marched into the Warden’s office.

“Things haven’t changed any here,” I
heard him say, as officers led him back to
his old cell on Death Row. “It’s just the
same old scenery.”

T next saw Joe a few minutes past mid-
night of May 10th, 1935.:

Nervous and a little afraid, I stood in
the morgue-like execution chamber at
Huntsville Prison.

A thousand thoughts raced blindly
through my mind. I saw Joe Palmer in
all his former fury. I thought of his other
escapes; of his promise to the jury. Just
a moment or two left. Then he would
take his seat in the chair which he
claimed held no fear for him. How would
he take it? What would he say? Would
anything happen now? :

Then the little green door leading into
Death Row swung open, interrupting my
trend of thought. Joe Palmer walked
slowly, firmly toward us. A wry, almost
apologetic smile tugged at the corners of
his mouth.

“Good morning, geritlemen,” he greeted
those gathered to watch him die. Mentally
I acknowledged his greeting. I do not
know whether I or anyone else spoke

aloud. Obviously this was a different
Palmer from the one I had watched in
the courtroom at) Anderson, T wondered
what he would say next.

He spoke again when the Warden asked
him if there was anything he wished to
say.

“Yes,” he answered softly, “there is. But
for two reasons I have it written out.
First, I thought that in the shadow of the
chair I might forget what I wanted to
say. Second, if there are any newspaper
men here, and I suppose there are, I'll
take it kindly if you do not misquote

Here the desperado laughed hollowly,
then turned to Father Finnegan who stood
beside him.

“Father,” he said, “I want to wish you
a pleasant trip. I believe you sail on the
twenty-second.”

The Catholic priest had visited Palmer
almost daily during his last few weeks
and had told him of his intended visit to
Ireland, his homeland.

Then Palmer faced the others in the
room. His hand was steady as he held
the statement prepared in the pale, half-
light of his cell. He began reading.

“Father Finnegan,” he’ read, “Ihave
many things to thank you for, chief of
which is introducing me to your God. You
have always been very patient and kind,
and I am well aware I should have ex-
hausted one with less patience. I have en-
joyed your acquaintance for a number
of years and each year I have found
something more to admire in you. I only
hope I may embrace death as willingly as
the other men you have prepared.

Wty anyone has injured me I forgive them
wholeheartedly and ask forgiveness of
those whom I have injured. I ask God
to accept my ignoble death in atonement
for my sins and, so far as my, death
is acceptable to God, I unite it with the
sorrows and death of Jesus Christ.

“My friends in Christ,” he concluded
sadly, “I bid you all good-by.”

Unassisted he walked over and took his
seat in the chair. His lips moved silently
as attendants quickly adjusted the straps
and drew the hood. ;

A breath and then the switch was
thrown. The angry hum of twin gener-
ators in an outer room: lent an air of un-
reality to the hoarse breathing of wide-
eyed witnesses. «

The condemned man shuddered once as
the withering current passed through his
body, then settled back limp and lifeless.

So passed Peaceful Joe Palmer, lover of
animals, hater of men.

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thought he heard a faint sound coming from the direction
of the vault. He hurriedly crossed the room and listened.

“Anyone in theree” he called.

“The bank’s been robbed again; we're locked in here,”
Carrell shouted back. In a few minutes the big door swung
open and the imprisoned men were free once more.

Phe usual procedure followed -more posses were organ-
ized, more officers were sent to guard the roads and bridges;
the Texas Rangers clicked into renewed action; hundreds
of cars were stopped and the occupants questioned. This
time it didn’t seem possible that the bandit could get away.
But that day passed and a week had sped by with no
news of Hamilton's whereabouts.

He had slipped through the police lines and was enjoy-
ing the proceeds of his banditries. It was another triumph
for Hamilton, another tale to add to those already’ being
told.

Then on the 6th of December had come the news of the
Bay City capture!

Sheriff Hood bit the end from a cigar and lit it as his
thoughts returned to the business in hand. Within a few
hours now his deputies would return from Bay City and
the Outlaw Terror would be safely lodged in’ the Dallas
County Jail. He smiled slightly as he blew a puff of smoke
toward the ceiling.

* a *

The West Dallas boy and the dark-skinned O’Dare were
brought back to Dallas safely. There were half a dozen
indictments against them, Gene O'Dare was later handed
over to the La Grange authorities who wanted to try him
for the Bank of La Grange robbery,

Against Hamilton there were indictments for the two
Cedar Till bank robberies, also the hold-ups with Clyde
Barrow. Mrs. Bucher quickly identified him as one of the
two bandits who had robbed and murdered her husband in
Hillsboro, Texas, and Uillsboro asked for the prisoner. He
was taken the seventy miles to stand trial for the Bucher
killing.

At Hamilton's first trial there was a hung jury. so he was
returned to jail to await a second trial. Sheriff Ureeland,
custodian of the Hillsboro Jail, kept a close watch on his
notorious prisoner. There were rumors that Clyde Barrow
was going to liberate his old partner. Prom some source
which has never been revealed Raymond got hold of a saw.

He bided his time until one morning when the Sheriff
was called away, then he deftly sawed his way out of the
cell, entered the front office and helped himself to a .30-30
rifle he found there. With the gun held before him he
managed to get clear of the building without being seen.
Luck was with him. In front of the jail a woman was just
parking a car. The desperate fugitive pointed the rifle at
ner, quickly stole her machine and drove off before. the
frightened woman could give the alarm,

When Sheriff Freeland returned and found his prisoner
had flown he set out in pursuit. He had an advantage for
he knew every inch of the surrounding country; he also
knew there were no bullets in the .30-30 rifle. He thought
the bandit wouldn't get far as the stolen car was almost out
of gasoline and he knew Hamilton had no money. On the
outskirts of the town, the Sheriff learned that the escaped
criminal had gone down a certain road. Down this road the
officer now drove.

Before long Freeland found the stolen car, abandoned by
the roadside. He examined the underbrush at either side of
the highway; found a place where he thought the bandit
had turned off the road and stealthily went forward. An
hour later his face lighted; his gun hand shot into his
pocket, and came out aiming a revolver, ,

“Wake up!”

Raymond blinked, saw he was trapped and went peace-
fully back to jail handcuffed to the Sheriff.

In the meantime I had moved into the Sheriff's office.
Now | ordered Hamilton transferred to the Dallas County
Jail where a prison break would be impossible. At the sec-
ond Bucher murder trial the jury found Hamilton guilty,
He escaped with his life, but was sentenced to serve sixty-
five years in prison. He was brought to Dallas to stand trial
for the hold-up of the Neuhoff Packing Company, and was
sentenced to twenty years for his share in this crime. The

Detective

Cedar Till bank robbernes added another thirty years to
his jail sentences, and for the la Grange robbery he was
given ninety-nine years. The Simms Oil Refinery and a
couple of smaller robberies brought the total amount of his
sentences to 263 years—the longest sentence ever given a
criminal in the Southwest.

Gene O'Dare was given life for his part in the ba Grange
bank robbery.

On a hot August day in 1933, Raymond Hamilton en-
tered the Eastham Prison Farm, the most rigidly run of all
Texas prisons, located 180 miles southeast of Dallas. The
young criminal knew he was facing life imprisonment. in
one of the strongest penal institutions in America, but some
of his old bravado returned to him when he was taken
before the officials.

The dejected look, which had fastened itself on him from
the moment he had been captured in the Bay City skating
rink, left him. He squared his shoulders, thrust out his
strong-jawed face, and fixed the officials with his cold,
steel-blue eyes. His voice was arrogant:

“Clyde Barrow won't let me stay here long,” he warned
them.

But his words didn’t impress the prison officials. He was
given the hardest of work, and the longest possible hours,
and guarded twenty-four hours a day. The officials knew
Clyde Barrow was at liberty and they were constantly on
the alert. During this hot summer of 1933, Hamilton found
the rigorous life at Eastham almost unbearable. He had
entered the prison with the idea of escaping and now he
spent all his spare time making plans. He knew. perfectly
well that it was considered an impossible feat to escape
from t:astham) Prison, But hadn't he accomplished the
impossible dozens of times before?

Twice he had approached trusties who were about to be
paroled and begged them to contact his brother, Floyd, but
weeks had elapsed and nothing had happened. Now he gave
a great deal of thought to picking someone on whom. he
could rely for fast thinking, quick action and plenty of
nerve. He studied his fellow prisoners, the trusties and the

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come to naught. But he wasn't satis-
fied. These people knew something,
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He flung questions at them in an
attempt to catch them off guard.
But it was useless. Disgustedly he
turned on his heel and strode from
the house. He drove slowly home,
musing on the failure of his quest
and hoping that the man who was
about to succeed him would have
better luck.

In a few short weeks a new sheriff
would be taking up the hunt for
Hamilton, for Hood’s term of office
was almost over, and I had been
elected Sheriff‘of Dallas County and
would take office the first of january.
1933. Ironically enough, while Sheriff
Hood had been questioning the
Hamiltons, the notorious member of
the family was speeding northward
with Gene O’Dare.

This new companion of the out-
law was a good-looking Cherokee
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at Wichita Falls, Texas.

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Outlaw Verror. He had longed for luxurious living, snappy
clothes, and most of all for a pretty, admiring consort. He
had always hated the West Dallas shack with its atmos-
phere of poverty. Now, in spite of the fact that he was
being sought unremittingly by the police and sheriffs of
three states he openly went on shopping expeditions, to buy
new clothes and expensive presents for the glamorous Mary
O’Dare.

He liked Mary. She was shorter than he, and made him
feel tall and important. And she seemed fascinated by his
courage and daring. When he donned his new clothes and
strutted up and down before her she laughed gleefully and
admiringly. Several times after that they sallied forth
together in Raymond's swanky new car; both excited, reck-
less. Plow far removed Thaumilton now felt from those hope-
less years in the West Dallas shack!

One evening when he and Mary were alone in the apart-
ment he took her hands and looking into her laughing, flash-
ing eyes said: “Mary, | wish you weren't married to Gene.
You're swell; you and I could have wonderful times
together.”

The sweep of feeling became too overpowering. He
dropped her hands and strode up and down the room.
Finally he crossed over and sat down beside her. Taking
her small, soft hands in his own he said:

“Listen, honey, I’m going to be the most famous outlaw
in the world. [I’m going to be rich—-these presents I’ve
bought you aren't anything.”

The round-faced girl looked at him, an admiring gleam
sparkling from her dark eyes. She was still a little in awe
of him, and fascinated by his contagious confidence.

“You're good, all right,” she said simply.

Before many days Hamilton was broke again but this
did not trouble him; Mary believed in him and the banks
were full of money. He left the O’Dare apartment, this time
alone, and ada soutly Mary saw him go sorrowfully but
not apprehensively, and her words, “You're good, all right,”
went with him.

All through Texas, posses policed the roads and watched
the entrances to towns and cities; and their eyes sought one
man—Raymond Hamilton. All automobiles were stopped
and searched. And right into the nest of man-hunters the
lone bandit drove his high-powered car. He was bent on
striking again—and this time it was to be an act of
bravado that Texas will long remember.

Shortly before ten o'clock on the morning of November
25th. he drove up to the entrance of the First State Bank
of Cedar THI in a large yellow coupé. Stepping out he
walked quickly into the bank, followed by a taller man.
The bandits glanced quickly around the bank; two men in
the rear were the only occupants. “The Reverend LL. B.
Trone was waiting to cash a check and Assistant Cashier
Carrell was reading his morning mail at his desk. Hamilton
confronted Carrell.

“This is a hold-up! Well, stick ’em up!”

The cashier looked up and gasped for breath. As_ his
hands went up his face paled. He recognized Hamilton’s
voice as that of the bandit who had locked him in the vault
just forty-eight days before. Carrell finally nerved himself
to speak:

“Say, 1 know you! You're the same fellow that stuck
us up before!”

“Yes, sure.” The bandit stared coolly at Carrell while
the second robber covered the Reverend Trone with a
revolver.

“Hurry up! Get the money! We don't want to be as
long about this job as we were the other!”

As he spoke, Hamilton herded the two men back into
the vault: he shifted his gun to keep them covered. He
ordered Carrell to stack the money on the same desk he had
used the month before. This time it was $3000 and the
assistant cashier's hands shook slightly as he stacked it
trying to think of some way to give the alarm.

‘The small man with the automatic became impatient, his
trigger finger moved ominously. Again (Carrell found him-
self backing into the vault) and again he saw the big door
clang shut. Hamilton and his companion walked out of the
bank with the money and, jumping into the yellow coupé,
quietly left town,

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Fortunately, they left with me a ma-
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the rest of the trip.

From Puerto Obaldia on, | met tribe
after tribe of Indians, all of whom showed
me a very limited degree of hospitality.
Sometimes they gave me a few bananas,
but they never let me inside their huts at
night.

It then became my practise to steal a
canoe while they slept and start out in
the night on the continuation of my voy-
age. Of course, I always had to abandon
my canoe before arriving at the next In-
dian village and come in on foot. ‘That
necessitated the theft of another craft: and
in this manner I stole at least ten Indian
canoes.

But | was now spurred on by, the
thought that | was nearing Panama, and
nothing would stop me. Walking,’ pad-
dling, crawling when my feet were so
sore that | could hardly stand up, and
living almost exclusively on coconuts,
finally reached the territory of the San
Blas Indians, who, through frequent con-
tact with white people, are comparatively
easy to deal with.

By many and devious methods, | trans-
ported myself from one island in the
Archipelago to the next, begging rides
and stealing canoes.

Finally, on July 19th, [reached the Is-
land of Porvenir, where the Governor of
the islands has his residence, but | dared
not go ashore there for fear of being ar-
rested, [| stopped at the adjacent: island
of Luneta, remained overnight and set out
the next day on the last stage of my jour-
ney to Colon, where TP arrived on July
22nd.

} arrived during the day, but did) not
dare land because my clothes were scarcely
hanging together and | had no - shoes.
When night fell, | crept ashore and found
a compatriot of mine who gave me money
to buy some clothes and the price of my
fare to Panama City.

loam oa fugitive. | write this under
cover and on the run. | have no country;
I have no home. | was a journalist: be-
fore | became a convict. | speak and
write only French and there is nothing
for me in my_ profession outside of
France, where | dare not return. I have
nothing but my number, 40635, and my
present freedom. Hf P lose my freedom,
I shall be taken back to the living death
on Devil's Island.

When this is published, | hope L shall
be safely in the jungles again and free. |
do not know where | am going, or what
| shall do, but the only thing that) can
happen to me that | would consider a
misfortune would be to lose nv freedom
and to be sent back to Devils Eshund,

Outlaw Terror

(Continued from page VN)

river bottom to the prison farm, |

For hours they searched, but failed to
discover any road for their purpose except
the main highway. It was dangerous busi-
ness—Clyde was being sought by the
police; the main highway was_ heavily
guarded and at any moment a trap might
be sprung. But hey were forced to use
it; on they sped toward Eastham, Bon-
nie sat rigidly holding her automatic rifle
across her lap while her feet felt the com-
panionship of another Browning iuto-
matic beneath her. .

A sixteen gauge automatic shotgun and
three army .45s with quantities of am-
munition were stuffed under the coupeé’s
cushions, ‘They were well prepared) for
murder.

Clyde sat. silent, his eyes glued to the
road, Bonnie by his side; Mullen and
Floyd Hamilton were also crowded into
the coupé. ‘Two miles from the prison
Clyde slowed down and glanced apprehen-
sively around him. Suddenly he turned
the motor's front wheels at right angles
and sent the coupé smashing in) among
the trees at the side of the highway.

It was one-thirty in the morning; stars
shone brightly through the treetops; a
freezing January Sunday. Clyde took two
pistols and some extra clips and wrapped
them skilfully in an inner tube. Ee
handed them to Floyd. “You and Mul-
len plant them! And for God's sake don't
wake the watch dogs!”

Silently the two men left the car and
crept forward along the river bottom, the
bulging inner tubes held) tightly under
Mullen’s right arm. They headed for a
shadowy shape looming darkly against the
night sky. This was the bridge under
which Mullen was to leave the guns hid-
den in a woodpile.

It was to this bridge that the trusties
each day brought the farm truck to be
washed. Raymond had persuaded Fred
Yost, a trusty, to get the guns from the
woodpile and bring them to him. The
pistols were to be hidden at the agreed

place sometime before Monday night.
This was the part of the prison where the
stockyards of the farm were located. Mul-
len whispered to lloyd:

“You stay here, watch the road. UI be
back in a jiffy.”

“Okay.”

MULLEN worked his way. silently to-
- ward the bridge; he stooped down,
bending himself almost double to keep his
silhouette against the sky as inconspicuous

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as possible, Slowly he crawled under the
bridge, fecling his way toward the wood-
pile. Tis breath was coming in) quick
gasps; he knew the guards were not far
olf,

Mullen tucked the pistol out of sight
among the wood and breathed more easily.
Then suddenly the breath left his body,
he stood stark still, frozen) with) terror.
Black shadows came. springing toward
him.

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What part will the desperado, Clyde
Barrow, and his Bonnie play in the
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wuards, and decided to admit a trusty, Jimmy Mullen, into
his contidence. Mullen was due for a parole shortly, and one
dav Hamilton manayed to confide his plan of escape to him,

Mullen was somewhat in awe of the notorious young
handit, as Were many of the Farm's prisoners. The trusty
Was interested; he had confidence that given a “break”
Raymond Hamilton would “make good.” That meant that
he. Mullen, would be taken care of financially for his part
in the escape. After this first talk Mullen made an effort
tu speak to the outlaw as often as he could without attract-
Ing attention.

The trusty’s release was set for January 10th, and a few
days before this Mullen managed to contact Hamilton, The
small, blond prisoner's steel-blue eyes glanced furtively to
right and left, making sure they were not being overheard,
as he whispered:

“Go to my sister's house in West Dallas! Tell her to get
my brother Floyd on the job! Have the guns at the right
spot by Monday!”

A change came over Hamilton as he talked; he thrust
back his shoulders, his eyes were no longer dull, but hard
and aloof; his fingers toyed with an imaginary gun; his jaw
shot forward. The surprised Mullen stared at the man beside
him, an admiring gleam shining in his usually dull eyes.

Iwo days later Mullen was released and contacted Floyd
Hamilton. Floyd wanted to help his brother, but he knew
the odds were about one thousand to one against pulling
off a successful prison break from Eastham. Tle demurred,
then finally jumped to his feet, grabbed his hat and called
over his shoulder: “Come on!”

* * *

They took Floyd’s car and drove through back streets
out of Dallas. Mullen didn’t ask questions, just sat beside

Bonnie Parker (right), sweetheart of Clyde
Barrow, and a prominent member of the
Hamilton-Barrow gang. She participated in the
jail break plot to free Hamilton

Terror

Floyd in silence. They were driving in circles. Obviously
Floyd was trying to shake off anyone who might be follow-
ing them, Finally they shot down a lonely road, about
eighteen miles from Dallas, and the elder Plamilton) drew
the car to a stop.

Floyd was tense. He kept peering up and down the road.
A dim black shape appeared in the distance as dusk was
sweeping over the low hills, Floyd noticed it anc sat bolt up-
right. He fastened his eyes on the object, an advancing Car.

It was a Ford coupé and it swept rapidly past them.
Suddenly it pulled up abruptly a short distance beyond
Floyd and Mullen’s car. A red-haired, hard-faced girl and
a rather short man sprang from the mysterious Ford and
walked rapidly back to where Floyd and Mullen’ were
parked. The ex-convict stared in amazement as he recog-
nized Clyde Barrow, and his companion as Bonnie -arker,

Clyde looked from Mullen to Floyd inquiringly, then
said: “Well?”

“Raymond wants us to help him get out of the cooler,”
said Floyd without preamble. “You're the only man living
who a pull it off. Will you help us?”

Clyde was staring at Mullen. ‘Two deep furrows ap-
peared in his forehead as he listened. He looked dog-tired.
He seemed to be studying the words put to him. Finally
he said: “You fellows po back to Dallas and dig up some
ammunition and a gun. Meet me tomorrow on the road
between Lancaster and Ferris.”

He fixed Floyd with his narrowed dark cyes and, jerking
his finger in the direction of Mullen, said grimly: “And don't
let this rat out of your sight. [ don’t trust him.”

Floyd laughed uncomfortably as he started his engine.
“Well, so long,” he called as he and Mullen drove off.
Mullen blinked, then inquired:

“Say, how did you know Barrow would be along here
at this houre”

“Never mind. — |
know.”

Straight to the pawnshop_ district
they went. “This is ticklish business.
| hope nobody spots us. You go in
one shop and I'll go in another. Get
two boxes of .45 cartridges and [Il
get. a chip for a 45. I’ve got a .45 cal-
iber automatic at home that belongs
to Raymond.”

That night Mullen slept in a fur-
nished room he had rented. Floyd
returned to his own cottage and his
young wife, Mildred, At cleven o'clock
the following morning he picked up
Mullen again and the two drove out
of town. Again they employed back
streets and circled about the town sev-
eral times before taking to the coun-
try roads outside the city. They would
drive a distance down one road, then
transfer to another, often doubling
and redoubling on their course many
times before reaching the Lancaster
road at the designated spot.

Clyde and Bonnie were already
there awaiting them, their car hidden
among some trees off the road. They
had been living in their machine with
very little sleep, and both looked hag-
gard, from their constant evading of
the officers who were seeking them for
many murders. The four now sat in
Clyde’s car, and Bonnic’s tired eyes
blazed with excitement as they dis-
cussed plans for this new dangerous
adventure.

They discussed these for half an
hour; then Floyd and Mullen climbed
into Floyd’s car and followed Clyde
and Bonnie to Corsicana. Here they
left Floyd’s machine at a garage, and
all four drove away in Clyde's coupé.
Midnight was fast approaching. ‘They
must find a road that would lead
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The Government sentenced Floyd to
Leavenworth for a period of two years,
on a harboring charge.

Now, while Hamilton loved publicity,
he wanted the public to retain a romantic
picture of him. He did not like the at-
titude of the press in calling him cruel,
and a killer. So on March 19th he com-
mitted one of his most daring acts_ of
bravado: he kidnaped Harry McCor-
mick, prominent reporter on a Houston
paper, and held him prisoner for several
hours, telling the newspaperman his story
as he wished it presented to the public.

The outlaw bound and gagged his pris-
oner and locked him in a car which he
parked on a country road near Memphis,
Tennessee. McCormick was found by a
farmer early the next morning and re-
leased. The newspaperman wrote a graph-
ic description of his experience and his
conversations with the much-wanted
bandit.

ABOUT this time Texas Rangers discov-
ered one of Raymond’s hideouts near
McKinney in Collin County, and under
Ranger Officer Mannie Gault, they posted
themselves across the street from it. The
Ranger official had received a tip that
the bandit would return to his hideout
that night. But unknown to Gault, Con-
stable John Record had received the same
tip, and now, with a squad of men, was
waiting for the notorious Hamilton a little
further away.

Suddenly a car came roaring down the
road, into the midst of Constable Record’s
men. One of the officers leaped into the
road and as the car rushed toward him
yelled: “Stop!”

Quick as a flash the car wheeled about;
the driver cleverly keeping the racing
automobile from turning over while he
scarcely slacked his speed. From the back
window of the car a hail of bullets began
to pour into the officers in the road. The
constable and his men returned the fire,
but the escaping car sped on up the street,
never hesitating in its flight.

Hamilton drove at breakneck speed, his
body rigid, his eyes concentrating on the
road ahead. Then he said simply to Ralph
Fults. his companion, who had helped
him to escape from prison: “We're about
out of gas; we'd better abandon this car
and try to get another.”

“Okay,” replied Fults. He icked up a
rifle from the sedan’s floor, and eased it
on his back. In his hand he had an auto-
matic shotgun.

Raymond, meanwhile, kept a sharp look-
out for a car to steal. All at once he saw
one, and brought the car to an abrupt
stop. The two fugitives jumped into the
road as the approaching automobile sped
up to them.

“It may be dicks,” warned Fults.

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Master Detective 57

Swift Death in the Sulu Darkness

Noted Explorer Saves Sleeping Companion
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Jauntily the outlaw walked up and down — were sure er nee every entrance to ) J
< the the line, leveling his gun at his prisoners Memphis blocked. p :
cabin and talking to them: : If caught he would die in the electric PIPE MAKES
Craw- “How come you let two little guys hold chair, but he seemed unperturbed as he e A,
at an up a bunch of men like you?” he said, ordered Bayliss and Smith to sit, still and
smugly. “I guess it’s because none of keep their mouths shut. Locking them
ve up you has a decent gun.” ; inside the car he and Fults got out and
He opened his coat; the staring men disappeared around a corner.
© sen- saw that he had seven weapons strapped Pane
rrified on his person. Not to be outdone, Fults
f the showed them that he had five or six. The That was the last the hostages saw of
_ The small bandit was obviously enjoying the the two outlaws. As soon as Hamilton
nen in situation. Finally he stopped short and and Fults were out of sight, Bayliss and
stared down the line. Pointing to Smith Smith managed to free themselves and no-
eveled he ordered: tify the police of Memphis that the ban-
th the “You, there, get into the driver’s seat its they were seeking had just entered
scalp. of your car. And you two,” indicating the town. A city-wide search ensued, but
he car E. L. Dent and Ralph Bayliss, “get into no trace was uncovered of Raymond Ham-
up to the rear of the sedan.” ilton and his companion.
arply: : - We later learned that the two men had
° FULTS got in the rear with the two hos- gone to a hotel, where they washed and
ers to tages and Raymond sprang in beside changed their clothing. Then they left
o ban- Smith, commanding eight men to climb for Oklahoma. Meanwhile, prison au-
tooped on the running boards again. He knew thorities had been working hard to dis-
Fults the officers at the barricade wouldn’t dare cover details of the Huntsville prison
three shoot at them with so many of their break. It was found that Guard P. J.
re last comrades in and on the car. | Patterson had acted as tip-off man and
ing up “Get going,” he ordered Smith, and the supplied the criminals with guns. He had
. took sedan moved rapidly off down the road, arranged to take a vacation at the mo-
irdered leaving the disarmed possemen staring un- ment of the actual break. But he was
believingly after it. caught and given a fifteen-year sentence. :
nen in A few miles away the outlaws told the It was now April 5th. Since Smith
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utlaws, off, and put Dent out of the sedan. With pas on March 29th, no word had been .. then Doc switched
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seemed as far from apprehending him as
ever. It was discouraging. For even when
we police did manage to catch the wily
criminal he always escaped and we would
find ourselves devoting most of our time
trying to keep on his trail.

During the past week | had had men
stationed in West Dallas on the lookout
for the outlaw. This evening, of April 5th,
] was putting on my dinner jacket to at-
tend a banquet. when the telephone rang.
] answered and heard the voice of my chief
deputy, Bryan Peck.

“Come on down to the office, pronto,”
he urged. “I think we've got something
important on Hamilton.”

didn’t stop to put on my tie, but
grabbed a hat and dashed for my car.
! found three of my men waitin excitedly
in front of the Dallas County fail which
houses my office.

“What's it all about?” | demanded, step-
ping. from my car.

“We've arrested a man who may help
us get Hamilton,” Bill Decker said.

A FEELING of disappointment swept

over me; | had thought from Peck’s
excitement over the telephone that he
ae something more than this. But |
sala:

“Come inside and talk it over.”

In my office | sat down at my desk
and faced my three deputies, Bryan Peck,
Bill Decker and Ed Caster. They looked
at me for a moment in silence, sensing my
let-down feeling.

“It’s like this, Chief,” Decker began. “Ed
and I were over in West Dallas cruising
around this afternoon when we saw a
voung fellow riding around in a taxi. We
thought there was something fishy about
him, because we know most of the fel-
lows in that neighborhood and we didn’t
recognize him. Well, we stopped the
taxi. The boy octed sort of scared, which
made us ail the more suspicious, so we
searched him and here’s what we found.”

Decker drew « piece of paper from his
inside coat pocket and laid it on the desk
before me. | bent forward and read:

“Listen. This boy is O. K. Hamilton.”

“IT jumped to my feet; I recognized
Hamilton’s writing instantly.

“That’s Hamilton’s signature all right,”
! cried. ‘Where is this fellow?”

“We've got him locked up—waiting for
you to question him.”

“Come on,” | said. We hastened to
the floor where the young prisoner was
confined.

He was a nice-looking boy of nineteen
and he glanced ‘fearfully up at me when
| stood before him. His name, he said,
was Nolan Alrei. and he was from Mis-
sissippi. He refused to say anything more
than that. For an hour I shot question
after question «: him to no avail, then
he began to weaxen. And at last he ad-
mitted he was an emissary for Hamilton.

“Where is Hamilton?” | demanded. “For
God’s sake tell us!”

“He’s not very far from here,” said

Alred. “He needs a car and sent me
to get it for him. This note was supposed
to help.”

“But where is he?” | demanded again.

Reluctantly, the young boy answered:
“In Fort Worth.”

1 hurried down to my office and picked
up the telephone. “Get me the Fort
Worth police department,” | said. When
they answered | asked that one member
of the Sheriff’s office accompany me on
an important catch. I did not say whom
] expected to “catch.”

I picked four.of my best men, Bryan
Peck, Bill Decker, Ed Caster and Ted
Hilton and, as soon as it was dark, we
put Alred in a police car and drove to
Fort Worth, thirty miles distant. There

Master Detective

I_ met a group of Fort Worth detectives.
Together we drove to the outskirts of the
city, parking our cars near the railroad
yards.

It was pitch dark and this part of the
city seemed deserted; the box cars stand-
ing idly along the railroad tracks cast
sinister shadows. It was in this railroad
yard that Alred said he had left Hamil-
ton. Alred was supposed to bring Ham-
ilton’s friend or a car after dark, and
join the bandit here in the yards. We
couldn’t be sure whether Alred was tell-
ing the truth or whether he was leading
us on a wild-goose chase.

| ordered the boy to go ahead, with
Bill Decker, so that if Raymond saw them
approaching, he would recognize Alred
and think Bill was someone come to help
him. Alred seemed nervous. He walked
along slowly beside Decker, toward the
spot where he said he had arranged to
meet Hamilton. I followed close behind
with my men, keeping well in the shadows
of the cars.

All at once, as we rounded the corner
of a box car, we saw the dark forms of
six or seven men sprawled upon the tracks.
We could hear the sound of their voices,
Decker and Alred slowly approached the
hobos.

“If one of those men is Hamilton, he'll
shoot to kill,” I said. Quickly and quiet-
ly I lined up my men in strategic positions
and we leveled our guns. “But we don’t

Raymond Hamilton (Jeft) and his ac-
complice, who accompanied the Out-
law Terror in the hold-up of the First
National Bank in Lewisville, Texas,
are seen in the custody of Sheriff
Cockrell of Denton County, following
their capture for this crime

want to kill an innocent man,” | added.
“We must make sure of our prey. Don't
fire till | give the signal.”

We stood there in the shadows, like
statues, not daring to move, watching
Decker and his youthful companion, As
they neared the lolling group of men on
the tracks there was a sudden movement
among the hobos. A man separated him-
self from the others, arose and peered into
the darkness at the two approaching
figures.

Swiftly Decker pulled his gun. “Stick
‘em up!” he shouted.

1 ran forward a few steps in time to
see the lone man make a move toward
his pockets. Decker had seen it too.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Ray-
mond,” my assistant said, pushing his gun
in the man’s face.

I was dashing forward, my men at my
heels. | now pulled a flashlight and turned
it full on the shadowy man.

“My God!” I gasped. “J is Hamilton!
And Decker’s taken him without firing a
shot!”

The desperado turned to glance at me.
“How d’y do, Sheriff,” he greeted me
coolly.

“Very glad to see you, Raymond,” | re-
plied cordially. Swiftly we frisked him
of two .45-caliber automatics,

Next we hurried back to Headquarters
with our prisoner and locked him securely
in the Dallas jail. He looked anything
but the dapper young bandit | had known
in the past. The shrewd outlaw knew the
police were hunting a well-dressed young
man, so he had adopted a hobo’s attire.
He wore overalls and an old cap. He had
very little money on him and his face
was thin and haggard.

“TVE been captured before, Sheriff.” he
reminded me. “And I haven't been
electrocuted yet.”

I was bound he wouldn't escape justice
this time; so all during that night we
guarded him carefully, News of the Out-
law Terror’s capture spread rapidly
throughout the Southwest and I was be-
sieged with newspaper reporters demand-
Ing interviews with the desperate Hamil-
ton. Hundreds of people milled around
the jail hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
It was soon known that we were going
to remove him to Huntsville the following
morning,

Carefully | laid my plans. I was de-
termined there would be no jail delivery;
no escape on this occasion. I let every-
one, including news reporters and movie
cameramen, think we were taking our
prisoner out the front entrance. Mean-
while, we quietly hustled him out of the
rear door into a waiting armored car.
Before anyone had discovered it, the
Southwest's Number One Bad Man was
on his way back to the Huntsville death
house, where he was soon lodged under
heavy guard.

His execution was set for May IIth.
During this period Katie Jenkins came
from San Diego, where she had gone after
we had finished questioning her two
months before. She wanted to be near
Raymond and she tried to be of help to
the doomed bandit. We of the police
held our breath. Would he elude us again
as he had done three times in the past
and. make another successful dash for
freedom?

As the hour of his execution drew near
we became more fearful; added guards
were placed in strategic positions near
his cell. But our fears this time were
groundless. Shortly after midnight on May
10th, Raymond Hamilton was put to
death in the electric chair. Joe Palmer,
one time member of the Hamilton-Bar-
row gang, was also electrocuted that night.

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Ignoring the remark Hamilton held up
his hand and the car slowed down. When
the driver saw the leveled rifles in the
hands of the two men in the road he
stopped his machine.

“Sorry, stranger,” said Hamilton, “but
we'll have to take your car. And you'll
have to come along, too. Move over.”

The man did as he was told and Hamil-
ton stepped into the driver’s seat while
Fults entered from the other side. The
car shot forward. “If officers get near us
they’re not so apt to shoot if we've got
a hostage.’ Raymond explained. “We'll
stop at the first farmhouse we come to,”
he continued. ‘‘We haven’t slept in sev-
eral nights.”

He turned the car on to a dirt road
and presently his keen eyes spotted a
farmhouse in the distance. He drove di-
rectly up to the place and ordered the
hostage, J]. C. Loftice, of Weston, to get
out and notify the farmer that he was
going to spend the night there. Loftice
knocked on the front door. A young
man opened it. Hamilton and Fults
trained their guns on him.

“We're spending the night here; we're
badly in need of sleep,” explained the Out-
law Terror. Whereupon he and Fults
marched the two men into the house. The
youth was J. R. Mayes, son of Will
Mayes, the owner of the farm.

ON a bed lay young Mayes’ wife, ill.
She looked helplessly at the bandits as
ihey entered. Hamilton walked up to
er.

“Sorry to trouble you, ma’am,” he said
politely, “but you'll have to get up and
cook us something to eat. My partner
and I are half starved.”

The sick girl got out of bed and trem-
blingly went into the kitchen. Her young
husband sat helplessly by, Fults had a
rifle trained on him. After he had eaten
the meal prepared by the girl, the Outlaw
Terror announced:

“I’ve got to have sleep. Fults, you
guard these people while | take a nap.”

Later he took a turn at guarding the
prisoners while Fults slept.

At dawn Raymond stood up. “Time to
get going. We'll take your car, Mayes,
and we’l] take you along, too. Come on.”

The frightened eyes of the sick girl fol-
lowed the three men as they left the house
and entered the Mayes’ car, which was
parked in the roadway outside. As they
were about to drive off a young man came
strolling toward the machine. Hamilton
saw him and asked sharply:

“Who's that?”

“Just a neighbor, L. B. Harlow,” Mayes
reassured him.

“He'll have to come along, too.” Ham-
ilton turned to Fults. “Get him in here!”

Young !larlow was pushed into the car,
where he sat looking bewildered, as Ham-
ilton drove off in the direction of Fort
Worth. Governor Allred had offered a
reward for the bandit dead or alive. Yet
here he was, heading into the very center
of the extensive man-hunt, driving the
stolen car with his three hostages as
coolly as if he were on a pleasure frip.
Toward night he stopped the car on the
outskirts of Forth Worth. He gave Mayes
a few dollars, saying;

“This is for gas. You can all run alon
home now. But don’t do any talking i
you want to live.”

He stepped lightly from the car, fol-
lowed by Fults and, while the three men
in the car stared unbelievingly, the out-
laws disappeared around the corner of
a dark street. ,

Another period of furious searching for

Hamilton went by, and still he remained .

at large. It was on the morning of March
27th that two men entered the Bank of

Master Detective

Blountville at Prentiss, Mississippi, and
after forcing the employees to sit on the
floor with their hands above their heads,
escaped with $932.22. The employees ran
out of the bank after the bandits, shout-
ing an alarm.

A car with a woman at the wheel was
standing directly in front of the entrance.
As the bandits ran toward this car, the
woman slid from under the driver’s wheel
and the blond outlaw took her place. Ex-
cited pedestrians came running, but the
bandits drove safely away.

The police immediately broadcast news

Attractive, brown-eyed Katie Jenkins,
who innocently became enmeshed in
the Outlaw Terror’s sinister web

of the robbery, and the countryside was
up in arms. A posse of twenty-five armed
officers and citizens pursued the crimi-
nals. Barricades were thrown up at strate-
gic points to prevent the desperadoes from
getting out of the locality. Guards were
stationed all along the roads.

Within a few hours the police had cap-
tured three women who were trying to
escape across a field. One, Estelle Davis.
was identified as the woman who drove
the bandit car to the bank. The other
two were Estelle’s sister and a Mrs. Honey-
cutt. The police soon learned that the
Davis sisters were notorious and had long
police records; Estelle was said to have
driven the car in which Hamilton escaped
from the Huntsville death house, but this
was never proved. The three women told
a story of having been forced to aid Ham-
ilton and Ralph Fults in the hold-up. They
were booked on charges of highway rob-
bery with firearms, and clapped into jail.

MEANWHILE Hamilton and Fults had
managed to change cars and were now
darting in and out of road barricades and
evading posses, in an automobile they
commandeered from a frightened negro.
Leveling their guns at the fear-crazed man
they made him drive, while they sat in
the rear with weapons ready for instant
action.

Raymond gave his orders coolly; his
hand which held the gun was steady; his
blue eyes menacing. He knew he was cor-
nered and that he had small chance of
escaping this time. Hence he was not
startled when he got a glimpse of a police
car racing toward them. He ordered the
negro to turn off the road and drive be-

hind a near-by cabin.

As they drove around the back, the
police car pulled up in front of the cabin
and Hamilton heard Sheriff Ennis Craw-
ford, of Covington County, shout at an
old negress on the porch:

“Who's in that car we saw drive up
here?”

Before the Sheriff had finished the sen-
tence Hamilton had ordered the terrified
negro to drive around the side of the
cabin where he would have a view. The
outlaws saw that there were three men in
the car.

_The next instant Raymond had leveled
his gun, and a bullet tore through the
Sheriff's ten-gallon hat, grazing his scalp.
Hamilton and Fults sprang from the car
and, covering the officers, walked up to
them. The Outlaw Terror spoke sharply:

“Throw down your guns!”

There was nothing for the officers to
do but obey the command; the two ban-
dits had them covered. Hamilton stooped
to gather up the weapons, while Fults
kept his automatic trained on the three

, men. Raymond was picking up the last

gun when a second car came roaring up
to the cabin. He straightened up, took
careful aim at the newcomers and ordered
them to stop.

He quickly disarmed the two men in
this car, County Agent Smith and Ralph
Bayliss. who were out hunting the outlaws.
Hamilton now ordered all five men to
stand to one side with their hands held
out before them.

Al this moment a third car containing
three more possemen turned into the
roadway leading to the negro’s cabin; they
had seen that something unusual was go-
ing on here. Fults and Hamilton soon
had disarmed these three men and forced
them to join the other five. All eight
stood dejectedly, their hands extended
helplessly.

With a recklessness for which the out-
law was now notorious, Hamilton entered
the rear of Agent Smith’s car, ordered the
negro into the driver's seat and the eight
men to climb on the running boards.
Fults, his gun pointing menacingly as the
eight men obeyed the command, stepped
into the seat beside his partner.

; “Drive for the barricade,” ordered Ham-
uton.

There were a number of armed men
guarding the barricade; the possemen were
certain that the outlaws couldn't slip
through their fingers this time. As the
bandit car drew nearer the blockade, Ray-
mond fixed his eyes and his weapon upon
the eight men standing on the running
boards. -He seemed perfectly cool, as he
whispered to Fults:

“They can’t shoot at us while we’ve got
these men around us.” The Outlaw Ter-
ror’s Voice was confident: “We'll go right
through the officers.”

The negro’s hands trembled on the
wheel as he brought the car into the midst
of the astonished guards. Hamilton or-
dered him to stop. Then deliberately
looked about him, his trigger finger play-
ing ominously with the gun in his hands.
With quick decision he made his plans
and went into action.

“Drop your guns—all of you!” he or-
dered crisply. “Line up over there at
the side.”

Fults held his rifle cocked, as the posse-
men obeyed; Hamilton ordered the eight
men to get off the running boards and
join the lined-up possemen. Fults jumped
out of the car and covered the guards,
while his chief calmly stepped from the
car and with unhurried steps, wandered
over to the twenty-five men who stood
at one side of the road, their hands ex-
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island’s edge. Floyd, it should be added,
is still there.

The Fairris’ first claimed official atten-
tion when Herbie, Margie and Herbie’s
brother, Iwana, got involved in a cafe
brawl in which the proprietor was clob-
bered with a bottle. The brothers pulled
petty forgeries, worked into sneak bur-
glaries and finally graduated into bold
street-corner stickups. Margie was having
personal trouble with Herbie all this time,
claiming he beat her. When Ducky was
four, she divorced Herbie, Sr.

Raymond’s reputation following
us!” she cried, in explaining the family
troubles. ;

Not long afterwards Margie married
Andy Robinson, a colorful brone rider of
the Fog sag rodeo circuit. Andy
taught Margie, Bethel and Ducky to ride
and do tricks, and with him they traveled
around to various shows during the war
years. Ducky, of course, met some unsa-
vory characters 6n these treks and, when
he reached pubetty, surprised nobody by
helling around the country with the worst
of them. But, though he shuttled back
and forth between the abodes of his
mother and father during this time, he
got into no serious trouble.

Meanwhile, Herbie, Sr. and for that
matter Iwana, were coming along. Jail
doors continually clanked a symphony
at their heels, They couldn’t do anything
right. One night they got separated while
looting a Dallas business establishment
and the cops happened upon the scene.

“Is that you, Iwana?” Herbie inquired
hopefully, when it was really the law.
For this caper Iwana heard the doleful
judicial pronouncement: “Habitual crim-
inal—mandatory life term.” Herbie, Sr.,
got off with something lighter.

Ducky was getting into minor mischief
but nothing felonious. Otherwise, he had
developed into a pretty fair Golden Gloves
boxer, aoe, is training methods left
something to be desired.

His step-father, who occasionally took
a nip or two, one night mistook Margie
for a punching bag. She shot him dead
with a Belgium-made automatic and a
jury, hearing her side of it, let her
off,

Later, when Ducky was fifteen, Margie
married Michael Zeglen and the couple
moved to Houston. The difference now
was that Ducky had further to travel be-
tween households. This, however, wasn't
so frequent as it might seem, Herbie, Sr.,
being in prison much of the time.

Around this time Ducky’s big brother,
Bethel Raymond, began feeling his oats.
He had tried to make it as a carpenter,
later as a seamdn, then—wilted beneath
the power of suggestion—pulled a stickup
in Kansas which cost him a stay in the
reformatory. Parbled, he went to Bousion
for a visit, heisted some jewelry, and was
promptly sent away for twelve years.

gs weren’t always rosy at the Zeg-
len household. Margie came home one
time and found Mike packing his rip.
A heated discussion ensued during which
Margie went for the Belgium-made auto-
matic. Mike, who didn’t need it spelled

' out, ran from the house but lost the foot-

race,

A neighbor heard Margie’s anguished
cry:

“Oh, my! He’s dead. I just meant to
frighten him!”

d, to an ambulance driver who an-

swered the call, she scolded:

“Take it easy! Don’t hurt him!”

Nobody could’ve done that. Margie
drew five years for murder without
malice,

Ducky, eighteen and on his own, lo-
cated in Dallas. The cops got word he was

-handling narcotics and, with a warrant,
raided his place. They found no drugs but
did find enough explosives to blow up
Fort Knox.

“Maybe I was gonna kill some fish!” he
explained, his sneer reminiscent of his
late uncle, Ray Hamilton.

Ducky began keeping company with
a blonde gang girl who had had shop-
lifting and other troubles. Shortly after-
wards, he ran afoul of Kansas law for
forcibly resisting arrest and got a five-
year sentence,

In prison he met Raymond Carroll Price
and James Edward Skinner, likewise
products of the West Dallas crime school.
Upon his parole in 1953 he went to work
in a Pasadena, Tex., grocery but, after
leaving to attend the funeral of a relative
in Dallas, didn’t return. He was arrested
on suspicion of burglary in Kansas City
and, to raise his lawyer’s fee, joined his
prison buddies, Price and Skinner, in a
holdup job.

The plan called for knocking off the
Jones Boys Supermarket in the southern
section of Oklahoma City. The thing mis-
carried so far that the cops were on hand
almost from the beginning. A detective
named Bennie Cravatt tried to take
Herbie and was killed from a pistol blast.
Ducky, himself wounded and bleeding,
ran with confederates to a parked car
where a blonde woman waited.

The next day Ducky was found by the
roadside in the lower part of the state,
having been ditched by his buddies. Offi-
cers got to looking for a car which was
registered to a relative of the blonde girl.
Later on, it was found abandoned on a
Dallas street. er quite a delay, the girl
was nabbed by the FBI in Chicago. She
was returned to Oklahoma City, but
oe was released without being put on
trial.

In the interim, Price and Skinner had
been tagged in Houston and were singing
heartily. The upshot was that Ducky,
though no gun was ever produced, was
sentenced to ride Old Sparky. His ac-
complices got off with life. -

The Fairris clan, from jails everywhere,
besgeched Oklahoma Governor Raymond
,Gary for a commutation as the eve of the
execution approached. At the eleventh
hour Ducky got a break; his. side-kick
Price, in a A of emotion, claimed that
he—not Ducky—pulled the trigger that
killed the detective.

Governor Gary signed a sixty-day re-
ser but, even before the ink was dry,

rice began backing down on his story,
wondering, no doubt, how his own future
might be affected by the confession.
Finally Price said he wasn’t sure who had
killed Cravatt, except he felt certain it
wasn’t Ducky.

A new execution date was set.

Ducky, hoping a little public sympathy
might change his luck, cut a wrist artery
and allowed fellow inmates to yell for a
guard. }

“Let me die!” he hollered after arriving
at a hospital. “You blood-thirsty guys are
just trying to save my life so you can see
me burn!’

The press took due note but Governor
Gary, in almost the same words a Texas
governor had used with reference to Ray
Hamilton twenty-two years earlier, de-
clined to grant another stay.

Herbie, Sr., with two prison terms be-
hind him, managed to scrape up $7,500
bond in connection with a charge of bur-
ay at Paris, Tex. He informed newsmen

e had some startling new evidence that
would exonerate his son and, in addition,
that he would produce the missing murder

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» the missing murder

weapon. He spoke mysteriously of a sur-
prise witness.

The witness turned out to be a sultry
brunette call-girl who, by her own ad-
mission, had been mistress to certain big
shots of the Dallas-Fort Worth under-
world. One of her recent bed partners,
she told the Oklahoma parole board, was
Leroy (Tincy) Eggleston. Eggleston, she
said, had admitted to her that he had
participated in the supermarket holdup
and that he had shot Cravatt.

Ducky took up the tale at this point.
After the job had ended in a fiasco, he
said he and Eggleston beat it to the car.
He quoted the old outlaw as telling him:

“T got one of ’em!”

He said Tincy, noticing he was wounded,
remarked: “I can’t make no roadblocks
with you in here!” En route to Texas, he
charged that Tincy had thrown him out.

Eggleston, with a record as black as
Dillinger’s, could have done this. But he
was no longer around to make proper
denial, having been scragged and dumped
into a Fort Worth cistern some months
earlier as everybody, including the parole
board, knew.

The Fairris’ held their breaths, won-
dering how this yarn would go over.
Oddly, it might have gotten at least a
respectful reception except for the atti-
tude of the defendant himself. He had,
since his attempted suicide, taken a more
meditative view of things and had con-
sidered embracing religion. It didn’t re-
quire much interrogation for him-to admit
the latest version was a complete fabrica-
tion. ';

“A lawyer told me to say that,” he con-
fessed. But how the call-girl had been in-
duced to corroborate the story wasn’t
explained.

On the final day, he secretly admitted
hig guilt—to a mortician who had pre-
maturely arrived to claim his body.
ye, age him promise to keep it secret
till r he was dead.

From a Texas prison his mother wired
a message of hope. Herbie, Sr., still oh
bond, planned to drive to McAlester for
final words with his son. However, an
eg i snowstorm made this impos-
sible. ‘

Shortly before the , appointed hour,
Ducky’s Uncle Iwana—down in Dallas—
heard a judge intone “fifty years” for a
1949 stickup—this to a man already under
a mandatory life term as an habitual
criminal!

Like Uncle Ray, Ducky a to
the death chamber and had the tradi-
tional quip for the execution:

“Hold out for $200!” he cracked, re-
sere to the customary $100 execution
ee.

As he was being strapped into the chair,
a minister asked if he had any advice for
other young men.

“Aw,” said the youthful killer, “you
can’t tell a kid anything. They won’t pay
any attention to you.”

Then, as an afterthought, he added:

“My folks tried to raise me right—but |

they didn’t set much of an example.”

That, in the estimation of Southwestern
law officers, was something of an under-
statement.

Kidnaped Nurse and the
Rapist Torture Killer

[Continued from page 26]

thereafter, Grady and Pratt drove swiftly
to the Drake home on Freeman Street.
There the chief learned that young Larry
Drake was not at home. According to his
father he had left early that evening to
attend a basketball game in Colorado
Springs.

Grady glanced at his watch. It was close
to twelve o’clock. “He should have been
home before this,” he said.

“He knew Alice Porter quite well, didn’t
he?” put in Pratt.

“Why, yes. Larry is very fond of her.
But I don’t see the connection,” protested
Mr. Drake.

“Well,” said Grady. “Alice is missing.
She was snatched off the street around
nine o’clock, a few doors from her home.

Mr. Drake jumped to his feet, a mixture
of alarm, anger and incredulity on his
face. “You think that Larry—my son—
would harm that girl? It’s preposterous.”

“Where is he?” asked Grady.

Mr. Drake wrung his hands. “I don’t
know.”

“That’s the point,” said Grady. “Captain
Pratt will-wait here for him.”

Obtaining a description of the Drake
car and its license number, Grady took his
departure leaving Pratt behind. At his
office he sent this new data out over the
police alarm system and passed it on to
Sheriff Murphy, whose men were manning
a dozen roadblocks on the outskirts of the
city.

A half-hour later Sheriff Murphy re-
ported in by telephone. Though his men
had stopped and investigated a hundred
cars they had not come up with a thing.

“Keep at it,” growled Grady. Then,

slamming down the telephone, he strode
to the Detention Room where Lieutenant
Matz was riding herd on an ill-assorted
crew of Frank Aguillar’s friends.

The sweating began. One by one the
men were questioned but again results
were nil, All of them had alibis—some
good, some bad—but either way neither
Grady, Matz or a half-dozen other officers
who relieved them were able to pin a
thing on any of them.

The grilling was still going on at 1:30
when Captain Pratt arrived’ at head-

quarters with Larry Drake in tow. The -

young man was taken immediately to
Grady’s office and the chief sent for.
Drake’s knees were trembling as he
sank unsteadily into a chair. Normally a
clean-cut, handsome youth, his face was
now white with fear. He half-rose to his

feet as Grady. entered the office, then sank

back again.

“Well?” growled the chief.

Pratt shrugged. “He says his car broke
down. The ignition got wet in the storm.”

“That’s right, sir,’ put in* Drake
urgently, “It was a regular cloudburst.”

“Then ae didn’t get to the basketball
game in Colorado Springs, after all?”

“Oh yes, sir. I got there at half-time.”

, “Oh, at half-time: So you broke down
on the road before the game.”

“Yes, sir.”

Grady jumped at what appeared to be
an obvious hole in the boy’s story. “If you
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by the storm—and the game was over
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back here to Pueblo till after one o’clock?
It’s only an hour’s drive down from Colo-
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A wave of color suffused Drake’s pale
face. “But after the game the car acted
up again,’ he explained.

“You couldn’t get it started, is that it?”

“T got it started all right. But halfway
home the motor suddenly went dead.”

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FEBRUARY 27, 1975 PAGE 3

Green case makes local history

Twenty-two years ago on Feb-
ruary 15, 1953 an episode began
which resulted in the only death

penalty to be carried out ina
Culberson County crimé,
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19, 1954, Walter Collins Green
‘ost his life inthe electric chair
a‘ter repeated appeals to the go-
vernor and the State Pardoas
Board failed. He was 25 at the
time of his death,

Green has been convictedbya
Culberson County jury of the
cold-blooded murder of F. W. El-
dredge, a 68-year-old linotype
operator from Williamstown,
Michigan who had been stoppinz
in Van Horn to wait for his ma‘l
to catch up while oa anextended
trip to California.

Toe murder became known lo-
cally when the Sheriff of West
Patm Beach, Florida notified
local officers that he had ar-
rested two men on hot check
charges and ‘hey had admitted
killing and burying an elderly
mz. near Van Horn, Sheriff Or-
vel Capehart found the body about
8 miles east of Van Hornburied
in a pile of chat, Tie body had
been shot two times in the back
with a .38 calibre gun and once
in the head. He had been badly
beaten,

Also under arrest in Florida
along with Green was Bernard
George Pregler, 17. The mur-
dered man’s car was missing
and another car was foundaban-
doned about 14 miles east of
the city on February 14,

On March 12, 1953, a Culber-
son County Grand Jury indicted
the two men in a special session
and the trial date was set for
April 13, Capehart and District
Attorney William ©. Clayton had
returned the two men from ¥lor-
ida, They had waived extradi-
tion,

A third man known as ‘‘Slim”
was still at large and was being
sought nationwide as these pro-
ceedings took place. ‘‘Slim’’ had
parted company with the two un-

der arrest in Mobile, Ala, Inthe »

indictment Green was citedas the
actual murderer and Pregler was
named an accessory. Pregler

had agreed to testify for the st-

ate, At this time it was learned
that the elderly victim \adliked

to drive out to the roadside park

where h2 was killed to eat his
supper.

The trial began on Monday
morning, April 13as scheduled,
Defense attornies were Jim Ir-
ion and Jack Niland from E\ Pa-
so and George Walker of Van
Horn, Jack Fant handled the pro-
secution,

By Thursday afternoon at 3:15
the jury had returnedits verdict
in the 34th District Courtand
Green was headed for death row.
Pyegler, who had signed a full
confession and was the state’s
-principal witness against Green,
received two years in the state
pen,

Jurors in the case were Pre-
sley Hurt, R, E. Franklin, W. T.
Medley, Robert Russell, Wayne

Stratton, C. H, Chappell, Cecil
Geaslin, Burton Meeker, Ben
Wylie, Jr., Eugene DePaw, Cy-
rus Posey and Otto Spraberry.
All were qualified oa the death
penalty,

The preponderance of evide-
nce was against Green. Pregl-
er’s eyewitness testimony ex-
plained in detail how the murder
had taken place and was substan-
tiated by other facts.

Testifying on the third and
last day of the trial witnesses
told how they had seen Green
cleaning a gun in the park, how
Eldredze’s checks and ideatifi-

cation had 9een used in Florida
by Green topass hot checks, and
how Green had sold the murder
weapon to a pawn broker in Ja-
cksoaville, Florida, The death

panalty was set Thursday after

‘about five hours jury delibera-

tion,

The case was airtight.

On April 30, 1953 District
Judge A. Jackson denied Green’s
motion for a new trial and
the mvrderer was transferred
to death row.

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kin await

execution.

Serial killer to be -
put to death today

By Veronica Alaniz a

Fort Worth Bureau of The Dallas Morning News

For those whose lives have had the
misfortune of crossing the murderous
path of Ricky Lee Green, there is little
doubt that the serial killer should die.

Unless he is granted a last-minute
reprieve, relatives,
of his victims wil]

“Tm: looking} .
forward to it...
Yes, J am,”. said’ “ed
Shirley Bailey, Ricky Lee Green.
Whose sister Sandra Bailey, wag
Stabbed and hammered to death by:
Mr. Green in November 1985. “I don’t
think he should have had this long ta
live... .. He didn’t give his victims any
time”... ae ae &
Mr. Green, 36, is scheduled ‘to be
executed at the state prison in Hunts:
ville, where he has spent the last sev-
en years since his capital murder con-
viction for killing a KXAS-TV:
(Channel S) advertising executive’ :

His confession to three other Slayings,. |

including Ms. Bailey’s, was read into
Please see KIN on Page 31A.

Kin of victims

await execution

today of killer

Continued from Page 27A. __ ,__,-
evidence during the punishment
hearing at that trial. oo
Mr. Green will be the 31st: man
executed this year in Texas rae state
record. 2 te
Jimmy Davis, whose 16-year-old
son, Jeffrey, was slain in 1985; said he,
too, is making the journey to ‘se¢ ‘his
son’s killer die. ae
“It’s time,” said Mr. Davis, who lives
in Atlanta, Ga. “There is no question to
his guilt. Let’s get it on. Let’s get it
over with. He doesn’t deserve to live
any longer. He doesn’t deserve to live
as long as he has.” woe
The parents of Steven Fefferman,
the TV ad executive, also have made
plans to attend and will give a state-
ment after the execution, prison offi-
cials said. eee
Prison officials said Mr. Green has
requested that four friends ‘and .a
brother also attend. eeu,
Maurie Levine, Mr. Green’s appeals
attorney, said her client has asked for
a 30-day stay of execution so a clemen-
cy request and a habeas corpus peti-
tion can be heard. But he knows his
chances of getting it are slim, she said.
“I would be surprised,” she -said
late Tuesday afternoon. ‘ ~-‘=:.
Steven Fefferman, 28, was Mr.
Green’s fourth known victim in a two-
year period. His slashed and emascu-
lated body was found Dec. 29, 1986,
inside his home near Lake Worth. Au-
thorities have theorized that “Mr.
Green picked up Mr. Fefferman’ the
day before with the intent to have sex
with the man and then rob him... 4
By the time Mr. Green met, Mr.
Fefferman, he had already established
his killing technique: excessive ‘stab
wounds and sexual mutilation. *“"*-
His first known victim was the Da-
vis boy in April 1985. According- to
police, Mr. Green met the teen .at a
hangout on the shores of Lake Worth.
Jeffrey Davis’ beaten and stabbed
body was found a month later in.a
swampy section of the Fort Worth Na-
ture Center near the lake. .~ - ~~=
By the end of the year, Mr.'Green
— who blamed his sinister. beliavior
on childhood abuse by his father’ —
had killed again. ee

He picked up Betty Jo Monroe,’a
28-year-old drifter from Amarillo,that
October as she hitchhiked on U'S. 287
in north Fort Worth. She died of ham-

" Mer and knife wounds after being

raped at Mr. Green’s Wise..County
trailer home. Her body was: found
weeks later in a remote area’of Wise
County. st ee
A month later, Sandra Bailey, 27, of
Fort Worth, met a similar te =
Mr. Green met Ms. Bailey at:a west
Fort Worth country bar and’ invited
her back to his home. Once there, she
also was repeatedly beaten ‘witha
hammer and stabbed. Her body was
found in early December in a Clay
County culvert. re ets
Although Mr. Green was! never
tried in the deaths of Mr. Davis :and
Ms. Bailey, their relatives said they
feel they too are finally getting justice.
‘Tm kind of nervous and ‘anxidis,
but I'm glad it’s finally going to be
over with,” said Shirley Bailey; who
will watch the execution along with
ner mother and oldest daughter. “I
ust figure if you go there, you'll: be
ble to see the expression on ‘His face
.. to see if he has any last remorse.”
Mr. Davis said a lot of ‘soul-
searching preceded his decision “to
vatch the execution. Bene
“I owe it to my son to be there,” he
said Tuesday as he prepared to make
he journey to Texas. “He was the last
mne to see my boy alive. I know this
‘hing will never end for us,. it’s
changed our lives totally, but I just felt
ike I needed to be there. It’ceridinly
sn't going to bring any of our Jeved
anes back, but at least we’ll know’he
won't do this to anyone else.” . ~~ «
With his execution, the possibility
of ever determining for certain
vhether Mr. Green is responsible for
ther unsolved slayings also will:die.
But to those who investigated’and
drosecuted Mr. Green, that is a sinall
yrice to pay. Pe
“I think he’s basically the person
the death sentence was made fot. I
don’t know anyone on death-.row
more evil,” said Danny LaRue, a’ for-
mer Fort Worth homicide ‘detective
who investigated the Fefferman. case.
“There are other murders:. out
there I'm sure he’s done because théy
have his signature all over. them, but I
don't think he’s going to divulge ‘his
secrets,” Mr. LaRue said. “He’s Boing to
take them to the grave with him"
Marc Barta, a former’ Tarrant
County assistant district attorney who
helped prosecute the case, agreed... -
“I think justice is going to be.done,”
he said. “If we let the possibility of-a
future confession keep us from carry-
ing out his death sentence, he could
avoid it for the rest of his life. = °=""
“What's important is, if ‘he is re
sponsible for the other crimes, is-that
he’s never going to commit another
one again. Stopping the killing ‘is ‘a
whole lot more important than knéw-
ing for sure [about the other unsolved
slayings], but I'd sure like to know.”

113 SW 15
GREEN, Johnnie, black, hanged Bastrop, Texas, February 25, 1909,

"Bastrop, Texas, Febe 25, 1909 = Today at 1 o'clock the young negro who murdered Mr, W,
P, Green, an old fisherman, about a year ago, was hanged, The negro walked from his

cell smoking his cigarette, and before ascending the gallows walked to the window and
addressed the crowd below, He said: 'Hello, peaples boys, I want to warn you box¥, be
good; don't get into trouble; stay at home, You see where I am. I am going to heaven
and want to meet you all there.,' He ascended the gallows smoking his cigarette, and
calmly smoked while the straps, cap and rope were being adjusted, Even after the .cap

was on and his limbs buckled down he asked the deputy to put the cigarette to his mouth,
In seven and one-half minutes after the trap was sprung, he was pronounced dead, The
fall had broken his neck, The body, after hanging twenty minutes, was taken down and
turned over to relatives who buried it here. During his trial and for some time past

the negro has tried to play insane, refusing to talk to anyone, Last night he called for |
Sheriff Townsend and made a full confession, making practically the same statement that
he made before the trial,

"On January 30, 1908, occurred one of the most brutal murders that Bastrop County has had
to record in her calendar of crime, The perpetrator was HohnnisagGreen, a young negro
about 19-years-old, The victim was Mr, W. P, Green, an old fisherman and ex-confederate
veteran, The old soldier lived all alone in a hut which he had built near the mouth of
Wilbarger Creek, some eight miles above town, Having no relatives to care for him, his
only means of support were his confederate pension and the money he made selling fish.
His camp was frequently visited by citizens from Elgin, McDade and Bastrop, and all Waex |
who knew him regarded him as kind and gentle in disposition, He seemed to take @XHAXX#HX
a delight in entertaining his visitors, The criminal whose home was in Bastrop, was

one of that kind who would not work and could not be persuaded to attend school, He was
of a roaming disposition, There was no clew to the crime further than the fact that

the negro convicted of the offense had been living about the camp. On Jan, 31 the dead
body of the murdered man was found by Mr, Will Scétt and a party, who had come from
McDade to spend a day or. so fishing with the old gentleman, His body was lying before

his camp near a fire, The crime was immediately reported to the proper authorities

and after an inquest was held by Justice of the Peace J, Ne Jenkins the sheriff and
deputies went to work to apprehend the crimina, There was no clew further than as sta- '
ted above. Later Sheriff Townsend discovered that the negro had left the camp on the $
day of the murder, stopping at Sandy Creek and tearing from his overalls a strip stained
with blood, The trail was taken up here and followed to town where the negro was XGdxXKRAX
located and his movements closely watched for a while, Satisfied from Green's movements
and the other evidence already spoken of, Sheriff Townshnd had Lee Olive to make the
cireat., botaa nag SW oes apt ana

he secured an ax and struck him in the back of the heads; how and where he had hid the

ax; how he had gone through the old man's pockets, securing 0¢, This he stated was

his object in committing the deed, Just before his trial 'which was heard July 6), Green
attempted the role of insanitybut the jury declared him to be sane, He was then tried
for the murder. His statements were fully corroborated on the trial of the case, plain-
ly proving his guilt, and the jury assessed the death penalty, Still playing the role

of an insane person, he did not seem to be effected by the verdict, When put back in
jail he became normal and rational, An appeal was taken and the judgment of the lower
court sustained. Judge Sinks at the last term of court pronounced the sentence, fixing
the date of Feb, 25, next Thursday, A few days ago Green was placed in the death cell
and a guard placed over him, He refused to talk to anyone except the officers, The
guard informs us that he eats and sleeps well, but does not talk much, Judging from

his actions now, he has again assumed the role of ansanity, Green has had little
spiritual advice, but seems to be little moved by tthe prayers and exhortations of the
ministers." NEWS, Galveston, TX, Feb. 26, 1909 (8/5.)

Victim’s kin say they want Cook tried again.

Supreme Court’ s refusal to reinstate conviction angers Tyler woman’s siblings

By Lee Hancock ©

East Texas Bureau of The Dallas Morning News

TYLER — Jimmy Edwards went
back to the Smith County Court-
house Tuesday seeking justice for
his dead sister, Linda Jo.

It is a bitter trip that already has
spanned three trials and 20 years.
But Mr. Edwards told prosecutors
that he and his family want to keep
going, after a U.S. Supreme Court
decision on Monday that meant
Kerry Max Cook must be tried again
or Set free.

“T hurt. It just tore my heart out. I
can’t believe that they did this,”
said Mr. Edwards, 38, fighting back
tears as and his other sister, Caro-
lyn Edwards Loftin, spoke to report-
ers. “Nobody should have to go
through four trials. I want justice to
be observed for Linda Jo.”

On Monday, the Supreme Court
refused to overturn a Texas appel-
late court ruling throwing out Mr.
Cook’s conviction in the 1977 sexual
mutilation slaying. The state ap-
peals court ruled last year that Mr.
Cook’s latest conviction and death

sentence had been irreparably .-
* skirmishes that included a trip to

tainted by prosecutorial miscon-
duct dating back to the earliest days
of the case.

After the latest ruling, Mr.
Cook’s lawyer, Paul Nugent of Hous-
ton, voiced dismay over prosecu-

tors’ vows to again seek the death .

penalty ee Mr. Cook. He also
renewed .. his long
-standing claim that Mr. Cook had

nothing to do with Ms. Edwards”

murder.

Mr. Edwards and Mrs. Loftin
voiced equal certainty Tuesday that
Mr. Cook is'their sister’s killer.

“If I thought for one second that
he was not guilty, I wouldn’t want
him to die. But he did it. He de-
serves to be done away with,” said

Mrs. Loftin, 44. “I really feel that it’s _

Kerry Max
Cook... Su-—
preme Court’s
decision

_Inust be tried
again or set
free.

only been technicalities that keeps
Kerry Max Cook alive.”

The case began in June 1977,
when Ms. Edwards, a 21-year-old
secretary, was brutally beaten,
stabbed and sexually mutilated by
an attacker who broke into her Ty-
ler apartment. Mr. Cook, a bartend-
er with a prior felony conviction
and a history of juvenile offenses,
was living in the, oame apartment
complex at the. time. -

He was taken. into custody that
August after authorities found his
fingerprint on Ms. Edward’s sliding
glass door. After a 1978 trial based
on largely circumstantial evidence,
Smith County jury convicted him

_ and sentenced him to die.

After..a long series of appellate

the U.S. Supreme Court, the 1978
conviction and death sentence was
overturned. A 1991 retrial ended
with a deadlocked jury.

Mr. Cook was convicted again in
1994, The jury in that case sen-
tenced him to die after hearing tes-
timony that he had raped another
woman shortly after Ms. Edwards’
murder and had repeatedly sexual-
ly mutilated himself during his
years on Texas death row. Mr. Cook
has never been charged in the al-
leged rape.

The state Court of Criminal Ap-

peals threw out that latest convic-

tion last year, ruling that prosecu-
tors had improperly’ used
statements from a key prosecution

means that he

aye witness who died after Mr. Cook’s
first trial. In the 1994 trial, prose¢u-

tors used that testimony to portray
the killing as the result of a frmus-
trated homosexual encounter and
the viewing of a sexually graphic
movie. The appeals ruled those
statements were inadmissible |be-
cause defense lawyers were not told
until 1992 that the witness had giv-
en conflicting information tq a
Smith County grand jury.

Under the law, a criminal defen-
dant has the right to know aiy-
thing found by the prosecution that
might help his defense, including
contradictory statements tlhat
might help impeach a prosecution
witness.

David Dobbs, chief felony prase-
cutor for Smith County, said the
long litany of rulings has been dilffi-
cult to explain to Ms. Edwards’ faimi-
ly. He said it has been especially
hard for his office because neither
he nor any other prosecutors now
in the case had anything to do with
the 1978 trial that is the foundation
of repeated reversals of Mr. Cogk’s
convictions.

“They recognize the situation
we're dealing with,” he said of |the

Edwards family. “They're patienlt to

some degree, but they’re also very,
very angry at the seemingly end}ess
setbacks.”

Mr. Edwards, a Bullard, Texas,
crane operator, and Mrs. Loftinj, a

- Springfield, Mo., housewife, said

they still have faith in prosecutors,
whom they consider “an extended
part of our family.”

Based ‘on evidence they say is
still usable against Mr. Cook, Mr.
Dobbs said, prosecutors believe
they can obtain another neat sen-
tence.

“We wouldn’t even consider a
plea to life. Under the parole law
that was in force at the time this
crime took place, he would be eligi-
ble for parole four years ago,” Mr.
Dobbs said.

Mr. Edwards and Mrs. Loftin said
the prospect of having to endure
another trial has badly shaken a
family already battered by years of
living with the unresolved case.
They said their father, Ray, 69, was
so distraught by news of the latest
court action that he was hospital-
ized Monday night for internal
bleeding.

They said the decision also has
renewed anger among their own
children, most of whom have spent
their entire lives watching the case
slowly grind through the criminal
courts.

“It’s made us all Gerder. We
could’ve been a lot nicer family,”
Mr. Edwards said.

Added Ms. Loftin: “It’s never
ended. We live with this every day.
... No one knows what we the vic-
tim’s family has been through. We
shouldn’t be forgotten.”

858

Q. Did you question himas to wheth-
er or not he understood what each one of
these rights meant[?]

A. Yes, sir, we did.

Q. Did you tell him that he had a
right to employ a lawyer, as reflected in
there?

A. We did, sir, and he said he had a
lawyer.

Q. Did you ask him whether or not he —

knew he had a right to remain silent?

A. Yes, sir, we did.

Q. Did he understand that?

A. Yes, sir, he did.

Q. Did you tell him that he had a
right to have a court appointed lawyer, if
he couldn’t afford a lawyer?

A. Yes, sir, we did.

Q. Did he understand that concept?

A. Yes, sir, he replied he had a law-
yer. ¥
Q. He didn’t want a court appointed
lawyer, as far as you could tell?

A. He didn’t want any lawyer, sir.

Q. Did you tell him that if he ‘elected
not to remain silent, that what: he said
would be taken down and probably used
against him? Se ig

A. Yes, sir, we did.

Q. Is that reflected on the warning
that we are talking about?

A. Yes, sir.

Q. Did he say he understood that?

A. Yes, sir, he did.

Q. Did he say at that point and time
that he wanted to talk to you? ©

A. We asked him if he wished to talk
to us, after all of this, and he said: Yes,
I’ll talk to you.

Q: Did he talk to you freely and vol-

untarily?
A. Yes, sir, he did.

Q. How long did you talk,to him .

while he was there in the interrogation
room?

A. He talked to us cai around ie 00
o'clock.

Q. So this would be from 2 00° ty) ’elock
to 3:00 o’clock? is ‘

A. Probably about 1:45 to about 3:00
o’clock, yes, sir.

823 FEDERAL REPORTER, 2d SERIES

Q. What were you talking about
then? Were you talking about the previ-
ous statement or what?

A. We talked about the previous
statement and some of his background,
some of his way of life and so forth,
where he lived, about the investigation
itself, and then about 3:00 o’clock that
afternoon, he looked at us and said: J
think I want to talk to my lawyer.

Q. What did you do then?
A. Iasked him who his attorney was

. and he said it was Mr. Jennings.

I pulled out a telephone book, looked
up the number, dialed the number,
gave him the telephone.

Q. Is that Tom Jennings?

A. I believe that’s his first name, yes,
sir.

Q. Is that the person you dialed, in
any event?

A. Yes, sir. I called his office at
which time I gave Mr. Griffin the tele-
phone, and Detective Schultz and I
stepped out of the office.

Q. What happened then?

A. He talked on the telephone sir.
We didn’t listen to the conversation. We

_left the door open where we could ob-

serve him, but we did not listen to the
conversation.

Q. How long did the conversation
take place?

A. Roughly between five and ten
minutes, I believe, sir.

Q. This would have been sometime
after 3:00 o’clock, between 3:00 o’clock—

A. It was right around 38:00. o’clock
when he stated that he would like to talk
to his lawyer, that he had better talk to
his lawyer, and then, after he hung up,
we returned in there, and he advised us |
that he had, in fact, talked to his attor-
ney, and about 3:30, his attorney called
back and asked to talk to him..

Again, we put him on the telephone

and we left the office.

Q. Between 3:00 and 3:30, did you
talk to him about the case?

GRIFFIN vy. LYNAUGH

857

Cite as 823 F.2d 856 (5th Cir. 1987)

9. Criminal Law ¢800(6)

Words “deliberate” and “intentional,”
as used in special interrogatories submitted
to jurors at penalty phase of murder case,
were sufficiently plain that trial court did
not err in refusing to instruct jurors on
meaning of words.

Stanley G. Schneider, Tom Moran, Hous-
ton, Tex., for petitioner-appellant.

Charles A. Palmer, Asst. Atty. Gen., Jim
Mattox, Atty. Gen., Paula C. Offenhauser,
Asst. Atty. Gen., Austin, Tex., for respon-
dent-appellee. ‘

Appeal from the United States District
Court for the Southern District of Texas.

Before GEE, RUBIN and JOLLY,
Circuit Judges.

E. GRADY JOLLY, Circuit Judge:

_ The primary question presented in this
habeas corpus death case is whether, under
Edwards v. Arizona, 451 U.S.° 477, 101
S.Ct. 1880, 68 L.Ed,2d: 378 (1981), Jeffery
Lee Griffin’s confession was improperly ad-
mitted against him inthe: Texas'state trial

court, because, as he contends, the police .

did not permanently ‘refrain from interro-
gating him after he stated; “I think I want
to talk to my lawyer.” We-hold that the
petitioner’s statement was an unambiguous
limited request and cannot be interpreted
as an invocation of his general right to
counsel; thus, because the police fully hon-
ored Griffin’s request to speak to his coun-
sel, the question whether Griffin’ waived an
invoked right to counsel, under Hdwards v,

Arizona, is not raised in this'case. ‘Conse- _..

" quently, Griffin’s: conféssion was properly

, PSS RE AEB ij
1. On appeal, Griffin raises eight issues: (1),that

the admission into evidence of his’ confession —

violated the Supreme“\Court’s ‘holding’ in’ Ed-
: wards v. Arizona; (2) that comments made by

the prosecutor in closing arguments denied his |
right to a fair and impartial trial guaranteed by ©
the fourteenth amendment; '\(3) that venireman
Jackson was excluded in violation, of .Wither-

each juror violated his right to due process; (5)

that the use: of testimony regarding. psychologi-

cal examinations taken without adequate warn-
‘ SRE SE Ae ETS ORE PLR

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admitted, and we deny his request for ha-
beas relief!

On Monday, March 12, 1979, at about
11:45 p.m., Griffin informed Frank Chapa,
a friend of Griffin, that Daniel Sobotik, the
manager of the convenience store where
Chapa worked, had been kidnapped. Ac-
cording to the statement Griffin gave to
the police that night, he saw Sobotik and
Horatio DeLeon, a seven-year part-time
employee of the store, leaving with two
men; when Griffin spoke to Sobotik, the
men hit Sobotik, fired shots at Griffin and
drove away in Sobotik’s car with Sobotik
and DeLeon. Sobotik’s car was found at 7
a.m. on March 13, 1979; inside the car were
the bodies of Sobotik and DeLeon.

Later in the day of March 13, Griffin
arrived at the police station and repeated
the’ statement he had given the night be-
fore. At that time he agreed to take a
polygraph examination. The test indicated
deception, and Griffin was arrested at 1:15
p.m. and taken before a magistrate who
advised him of his constitutional rights.
Griffin did not request an attorney at this
time. At trial, Officer Doug Bostock de-
‘Scribed what happened. next:

A. He was returned to the interview

room in the Homicide Division, and we

_ again. went over his legal rights to make
sure he. understood. them, sir.

- [Q.] How did you do that? Did you

take the warnings from a card? Did you
.. taken them from. a confession form?

A.. We used the same warning the
magistrate did, sir, and went over each.
DOING. {4% ses

ings to Griffin violated his fifth and sixth

‘amendment rights; ' (6) that he received ineffec-
(0) tive oassistance, .of, counsel; . (7) that the trial

court's refusal to define certain terms of the
, Special interrogatories violated his constitution-
“al rights}"and (8) that’ introduction of evidence
of extraneous offenses without notice violated

spoon v. Illinois; (4) that the oath required of PIS Fight.of. due process... The Edwards issue is

the only substantial question raised and we
briefly dispose of the remaining issues at the

conclusion of this opinion.

“Ss

GRIFFIN, Jeffery Lee, elec. TXSP (Harris) Nov. KKK 19, 1992

856 823 FEDERAL REPORTER, 2d SERIES

Jeffery Lee GRIFFIN,
Petitioner-Appellant,

Vv.

James A. LYNAUGH, Director, Texas
Department of Corrections,
Respondent-Appellee.

No. 86-2781.

United States Court of Appeals,
Fifth Circuit.

July 28, 1987.

Defendant who had been convicted of
murder and sentenced to death petitioned
for habeas relief. The United States Dis-
trict Court, Southern District of Texas,
Norman W. Black, J., denied habeas peti-
tion, and petitioner appealed. The’ Court of
Appeals, E. Grady Jolly, Circuit Judge, held
that murder suspect’s request to speak
with particular attorney was not invocation
of general right to counsel, so that where
police honored his request and resumed
interrogation only after suspect had spoken
with attorney, confession obtained as a re-
sult of such subsequent interrogation was
admissible against him. .o

Affirmed.

Alvin B. Rubin, Circuit Judge, dissent-
ed and filed opinion.

1. Criminal Law €517.2(1)

Primary purpose of Edwards rule,
which renders inadmissible any confession
resulting from police-initiated questioning
after accused has invoked right to counsel,
is to protect accused from any over-

reaching or. coercion on part of police. : U.S.
C.A. Const.Amends. 5, 6.

2. Criminal Law ¢517.2(1)

Absent some police interference with
the exercise of accused’s right to counsel,
court should narrowly and strictly apply
case-law rule regarding suppression of con-
fessions which result from police-initiated

questioning after accused has. invoked
ee rights. U.S.C.A. Const.Amends. 5,

3. Criminal Law ¢=412.2(4)

While accused is not required to use
any magic language to invoke right to
counsel, court should not ignore plain
meaning of his words in order to find invo-
cation of right. U.S.C.A. Const.Amends. 5,
6.

4, Criminal Law ¢517.2(1)

Murder suspect’s request to speak
with particular attorney was not invocation
of general right to counsel, so that where
police honored suspect’s request and re-

‘sumed interrogation only after he had spo-

ken with attorney, confession obtained as
result of such subsequent interrogation
was admissible against him. U.S.C.A.
Const.Amends. 5, 6.

5. Criminal Law @412.2(4)

When accused makes unambiguous but
limited request for counsel, then in absence
of any police interference with accused’s
Fifth Amendment guarantee to counsel, in-
terrogation may proceed after satisfaction
of that request. U.S.C.A. Const. Amends.
5, 6.

6. Jury 108

_ Juror in murder case, who indicated
during voir dire examination that she could
not cast vote in way that would lead to
death penalty, was properly excluded for
cause.

1. Habeas Corpus €>45.3(1.40)

Court of Appeals could not hear habe-
as petitioner’s objection to oath adminis-
tered to witnesses at murder trial, where
petitioner did not object to oath at trial and
did not demonstrate good cause for his
failure to object or any resulting, actual
prejudice.

8. Criminal Law ¢=393(1), 641.12(1)

Murder defendant who introduced psy-
chiatric evidence on critical issue waived

Fifth and Sixth Amendment objections to

state’s psychiatric testimony, where state’s
evidence was used solely. in rebuttal and
limited solely to issue raised by defense.
U.S.C.A. Const.Amends. 5, 6.

Coin evecahas, [l-(9-9F2- (ekaa—

GRIFFIN y. LYNAUGH

859

Cite as 823 F.2d 856 (Sth Cir. 1987)

A. We talked to Mr. Griffin mostly, I
think, about what his attorney was advis-
ing him. ’

Q. Okay. Then, at 3:30, Mr. Tom, Jen-
nings again called the Homicide Office?

A. Well, Detective Schultz was ad-
vised that Mr. Jennings was on the tele-
phone, and then Detective Schultz came
back into the interview room and told Mr.
Griffin that his attorney wanted to talk
to him. Wes

We again left the interview room and
allowed him to talk to Mr. Jennings on
the telephone.

Q. How long did that conversation
A. Just a short conversation, just a
minute or two, I believe: it “)

Q. What happened after-he hung -

up? OE salfog
“A. We re-entered the interview room
and asked him what had happened,
and he said Mr. Jennings had:told him
he was not going to represent shim; »
Q. Did you ask him then whetherihe
wanted a lawyer? ” MOP srt
A. Yes, sir. We asked him if he
wanted to call another lawyere)s) 944
Q. What did he say? thuse ii
A. He said: ‘No,
want to talk to any lawyers ‘right now.
Q. Who was present ‘when this was
said? ONG ixog adi jue

A. Detective Schultz and -I'believe .

Detective Kent had come in by that time,
and I don’t recall if there
else actually in the room then, “gir,
Q. But, in any event; he’ said hie
didn’t want*any lawyer? 282 @ ovig.
A.” He said he didn t want anyother
lawyer now, Pole
Q. Then what happened? J@20

A. Detective Kent asked “me” if

When Detective Kent came into ‘the
me, and Mr.'Griffin. ;
“bys eg ; ie And DeLeon... OR Be Nt Sh! Yo pee
asked’ meifT would » - aays

“interviewed: :
him, and I Stated: No, and IJeanediover
and told Detective Schultz. that Detective :

“a

room, he was behind

smiled at him,
Detective Kent

have any objections if he

* 30° pabooh

Kent wished to interview him, an

_ Shooting’ at: them’ with ‘a pistol,

Later that day, Griffin gave.
< _Alatement to Detective Kent regarding the
He just didn't

was ‘ahybody

“ofonfession. at. trial,

tive Schultz and I stepped out of the
room, sir.

665. S.W.2d at 769.

Kent then advised Griffin of his Mj-
randa rights again. After a few minutes
of ‘talking to Detective Kent, Griffin con-
fessed to killing David ‘Sobotik. In_ his
confession, Griffin stated that he went to
the convenience store at which Sobotik
worked ‘at about 9:40 ‘p.m.’ When he ar-
rived, Sobotik asked Griffin to return the
money which Sobotik had paid to Griffin
for a watch. Griffin left the store to wait
for Sobotik to finish working. When Sobo-
tik was ready to leave, he, Griffin and
“DeLeon got in Sobotik’s car and headed
‘toward Griffin’s house. According to Grif-
fin, during the: ride, “something strange
started happening '».251 pulled my knife
and started. stabbing David.” Griffin then
‘started stabbing DeLeon. :’ Griffin left the
“Car’screaming and went: back to the store
where he frightened customers away by

_,. Following’ this confession, Griffin direct.
ed the officers to the place where he had
discarded the knife he used ‘in the slaying.

3 Griffin, gave another

death of Sylvia Mendoza in July 1978,
Griffin had been a
Which
that approximately nine ‘™months previously

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‘“WAGriffim objected to the admission of his

The objection was

‘overruled, however, on, the ground that the

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GUERRERO, Benigno, Hispanic, hanged San Marcos, TX, April 15, 1915.
The following is extracted from the San Marcos Record, April 15, 1915.

Benigno Guerrero, a Mexican farm laborer, was employed on a farm near San
Marcos, TX. On April 21, 1914, he was hoeing cotton in a field with Isabel
Morales, a 123 or 14-year-old girl. He tried to persuade her to elope with him and
when she refused, he became enraged, procured a gun and shot her to death.

He was convicted and sentenced to hang. He went to his death in an almost
jovial manner, smoking a cigar and asking for a light when it went out after

the noose had been placed around his next. The execution took place in an
enclosure at the jail in San Marcos on April 15, 1915.

The conviction was affirmed on appeal (171 Southwestern 731).

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Gang member had been found guilty of assisting prisoner’s murder

Associated Press

AUSTIN — The Texas Court of
Criminal Appeals on Wednesday re-
versed the conviction of a member
of the Texas Mafia prison gang who
was found guilty of helping murder
a fellow inmate for money in 1984.

The state’s highest criminal
appeals court also reversed the
death sentences of Juan Lopez Her-
nandez of Corpus Christi and Jackie
Wayne Upton of Paris. The court up-
held six other death row convic-
tions.

Mark Fronckiewicz, 34, an ac-
knowledged member of the Texas
Mafia, a white prison gang, was con-
victed of assisting in the Dec. 16,
1984, murder of inmate David Robi-
doux, 24, in the Eastham Unit at Lo-
velady.

At the center of the case was the
State’s contention that Mr. Fronck-
iewicz helped kill Mr. Robidoux for
payment from the Texas Mafia.

State prosecutors argued that Mr.
Fronckiewicz would be paid be-
cause the Texas Mafia had a stand-
ing promise to pay every gang mem-
ber who committed a murder.

But the Court of Criminal
Appeals ruled that prosecutors
failed to show that Mr. Fronck-
iewicz would actually be paid for
the killing. The court threw out his
conviction and sent the case back to
the trial court with an order for ac-
quittal..

“We find no support in the
record for the state’s assertion that
the Texas Mafia had a standing

promise to all of its members to pay
for murder,” the court’s opinion
said. “The foregoing evidence
proves only that the Texas Mafia
might commit murder for remun-
eration under some circumstances,
if it was profitable.”

The Texas Mafia has long been
suspected by authorities of traffick-
ing drugs and committing crimes
such as income tax fraud. Prosecu-
tors said gang members improved
their rank by performing grisly
crimes such as murder.

Mr. Fronckiewicz, who had been
sentenced in 1983 to serve 10 years
for aggravated assault on a police
officer, was convicted of helping
several Texas Mafia gang members
Stab Mr. Robidoux 28 times with a
sharpened piece of brass.

Witnesses in the case said Mr:
Robidoux, who was also a Texas
Mafia member, was killed because
he was leaking information to au-
thorities.

In the other two reversals, the
Court of Criminal Appeals deter-
mined that errors made by the trial
court jeopardized the capital mur-
der convictions of Mr. Hernandez
and Mr. Upton.

# Mr. Upton was convicted of the
June 1985 robbery and murder of
Paris car dealer Floyd Cummings.

The Court of Criminal Appeals
determined that two statements
given by Mr. Upton to police should
not have been allowed as evidence
during the trial.

The appeals court ordered a new
trial.

(¢ Mr. Hernandez was sentenced to
die for robbing and stabbing Santos
Briones on March 29, 1988, in
Corpus Christi.

The Court of Criminal Appeals
reversed the conviction, ruling that
an experiment used by the trial
court — allowing jurors to ask ques-
tions of witnesses — was improper.

“Juror questioning should be

‘completely banned absent a show-

ing of clear benefits or a legislative
mandate,” the court's opinion said.

The Court of Criminal Appeals
affirmed the convictions of the fol-
lowing death row inmates:

@ Daniel Joe Hittle, who was sen:
tenced to die for the Nov. 15, 1989,
shooting of Garland police Officer
Gerald Walker.

@ Jessie Gutierrez, who was sen-
tenced to die for robbing and shoot-
ing Dorothy McNew, a College Sta-
tion jewelry store employee, on
Sept. 5, 1989.

@ Richard Lee Beavers, who was
sentenced to die for robbing and
shooting Douglas Odle in Harris
County, Aug. 18, 1986.

™@ Jose Angel Moreno, who was
sentenced to die for kidnapping and
Shooting John Cruz in Bexar
County in January 1986.

@ Anthony Quinn Cook, who was
sentenced to die for kidnapping and
shooting David Dirck VanTassel,.
Jr.,in Milam County, June 9, 1988,

m™ Kevin Lee Zimmerman, who
was sentenced to die for robbing
and stabbing Leslie Gilbert Hooks,
Jr., in Jefferson County, Oct. 23.
1987.

DALLAS MORNING WEwWS

T Hed RS.

APRIL

1993

TEXAS

Jessie Gutierrez becomes
251st US. execution

A 29-year-old ex-welder was
_ executed by injection early Fri-
day for killing a jewelry store
clerk during a robbery.

“T just love everybody. That’s
it,” was Jessie Gutierrez’s final
Statement from the state prison’
in Huntsville. He was pronounced
dead at 12:20 a.m., eight minutes
after the drugs began flowing
through his veins.

Gutierrez’s brother J Ose, 33, is
appealing his conviction in the
Sept. 5, 1989, Shooting death of
Dorothy McNew. He is on Death.

Row.

The execution was the ninth.

this year in Texas and the 80th
‘Since the state resumed Carrying
out Capital punishment in 1982. It
was the 25lst nationwide since
the U.S. Supreme Court in 1976
- allowed the death penalty to
resume. ",

h SMNeCcPAT

&
ee f

From staff and wire reports

A 29-year-old ex-welder was -
- put-to death early todayfor
_ killing a jewelry store clerk dur-
_ ing a robbery in nearby College
Station five years ago. rt
: “T just love everybody. That’s °
it,” Jessie Gutierrez, looking ner-
vous and speaking in a halting
voice, said just before receiving
» sy dethal injection... 5. 00 sss,
_: As the chemicals entered his
body, the condemned man, tight-
ly strapped to a gurney, lurched
- his head and shoulders forward,
expelled a guttural gasp and
_ then relaxed, losing conscious-
ness. .
Gutierrez was pronounced
dead at 12:20 a.m. CDT, eight
minutes after the lethal drugs
began flowing into his arms.
His brother, Jose, 33, also con-
victed of the shooting death of

State executes

The Huntsville Item, Friday, September

that contended the eighth-grade
dropout had mental problems,
that his attorneys were not al-

16, 1994

Dorothy McNew, is awaiting exe-_ly and that challénged the con- ~~
cution as well, although Jose stitutionality of the Texas death
Gutierrez’ conviction remains penalty statute,_ :
under appeal. ay ome The two brothers were arrest-:
The execution was the ninth _—_ed in Houston — about 70 miles
this year in away — a week after they fled
on Texas, the 80th from the store near Texas A&M
‘ | Since the state University with about $500,000
: resumed carry- in jewelry and gems. Some..
ing out capital — $375,000 worth of merchandise
egy Punishment in wasrecovered. -
yy 1982'end'the ©. *: Guitierrez was reported confi-’
a@| 251st nation- dent Thursday he-would not be
wide sincethe puttodeath.. .—. 8 ©
U.S. Supreme Texas Department of Crimi-
__Yeeeeee Court in 1976 nal Justice spokesman David
Gutierrez allowed the Nunnelee said Gutierrez refused
death penalty. _a final meal request and also re-
Gutierrez’ execution came fused to sign documents related
about an hour after the Supreme _ to his pending execution, saying
Court denied 11th-hour appeals _he didn’t need to because he be-

lieved he would win a reprieve.
McNew was working at the

¢ EXECUTION, Page 8A

Oth inmate

OF yet

lowed to investigate the case ful-

renee ——

EXECUTION —

Continued from Page 1

Texas Coin Exchange when the
brothers entered shortly before
10-a.m.'on Sept. 5, 1989. One of’
the men pulled a gun.

“There were customers in the
store and quite a few employees,”
Brazos County Assistant District
Attorney Deena McConnell said.
“The woman shot was not doing
anything. She was standing
there and had turned around
and Jose just fired one shoi.

“It was a senseless killing.
She did nothing to provoke him,

' nothing for him to think she had
any plans to stop him.”

Testimony showed the wound-
ed woman remained conscious,
was moaning and asking for help
as the brothers were cleaning
out jewel cases and ripping tele-
phone wires from the wall. She
died the following day.

“It was just cold-blooded,” Mc-
Connell said.

TEXAS :
PRESS CLIPPING BUREAU |
DALLAS
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AUSTIN, TEXAS |
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MAY 20 1993 |

4 Court upholds 189 murder ruling

. The Texas Court of Criminal Appeals has up-
held the death sentence of a man convicted of rob-
b: bing and shooting a College Station jewelry store
employee in 1989, Jessie’Giitierrez was sentenced

\to die after being convicted of capital murder ‘in the.

> Sept..5, 1989, death of Dorothy McNew. Gutierrez
‘a ppealed his case to the Court of Criminal Appeals,
f .appecied a lack of evidence. But the court Wednes-

* day disagreed and affirmed the trial court’s ruling. )

Cree freccee sf
i

es S hae as oy Baal appeal was being denied at Aust}

and my life neared the end, a man came up to the jg
and. told me he represented. 4 radio station or a televisig

“company and he wanted to record my voice on tape, :
-" @eyVould it matter if I sang instead of spoke,” I aske
Not at all,” he replied. “All I want is a tape of y

voice.’ So he turned the tape recorder on and I bep
raising my voice in a sad drone. I felt pretty low the
~~ and‘l-remember very well there were tears of sad
in my voice as I kept rhythm with “My Last Mile.”.
at turned out pretty good. I think he played it back to:
~~ and as I listened it sounded good to me. He left ang

smever heard of the matter again.

~*-No one told me that the song ever came over

- =yadio-or television and the tape interview remains at
_ tery to me today. | just don’t understand. The s

: thing in prison. There was a number of tape recom”
=. cof my song, and even a television camera with a g
: playing while I sang, and many photographs and
~ Gnterviews. But I never understood if anything came
it, am in prison and have been all these years sai ree

don’t know very much. Is Effie still alive? I don't k
+ ‘that either heaven help me. a
eee | got one more prospect that I can remember ant
: | will be ready to tell you about the denied Be

Austin, my death sentence confirmed and how

ee brought before the court where I was formally

-- tenced to die in thirty days, upon arrival at the Ho

_yille State Prison. Then I will be ready to begin my i

~<Worth nut trial memoirs. I think I went to Hus !
-. Death Row, got a reprieve so that I might return -
Cow Town for a nut trial, So I will begin them W

\ The Fort Worth Memoirs~ =.

title so they may be distinguished from the rest

manuscript. And now I am going to tell you about :

guy who came to Fort Worth from up north,

‘olved with a female, a minor, and. sentenced to ~

yr raping her at Fort Worth. He was locked up in >

st next door from me and we talked. and got -
best'as:we could. 3.0. PS a SR ee

His name was Thomas Haley and he died in'the huge
chair. in the. back room of the death house and it ~

eaptain Byrd: who pushed the fatal and: deadly

and the state of Texas paid him an extra fifty : —§

so Texas could carve another niche in its death
And another life was snuffed out, and not one of _

ders can tell me what became of the mental ele- ©

f his: life. And so far neither can I. But I have an —

ome to Texas alone. Tommy had no one to help _
His. folks up north never wrote him and no one

t the state-appointed lawyers came to his cell andI

collect even seeing them. He had no one to turn __-

asked one of the religious jail preachers who’

p on Sunday to hold church services to baptize ©
So he, too, was taken from his cell to a Fort Worth
tostal Assembly of God church and submerged in. ~

na church stage and then returned to the cell —

his own appeal. The man who baptized him. s

enter by trade and was named Jones. He was

lack headed’and always accompanied by several —.
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who was well stacked. oe
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"The road 1 have taken is all full of sin
1 must pay. and die in the end. & :

jury ary found me gly. They sy I ms pay.
‘Burt I have repented for both they and I. —

‘have asked for forgiveness. I prayed and I cried. -
want Be Lord with. me as 1 walk my last mile. ’

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‘or in the bible God gave up his son -

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id listened against.

Bee q had been dead about
arenes Neither Clyde nor Bonnie

bck oF a bed since that time.

- ‘ ot in that he would never slee

eth trip He stayed right with h
foi car

a :
: we met Bonnie wash her f
sent then
‘at. We was not often. T
ht before O’Dare and Ray

ice to get water
teeth,

back to

. to buy blood and exposure,
men, T wounded several times
went to been badly burned an

hey had twice. She had a

t get to against her left knee -

en they never had any medici
north. except what they could
ot need selves with iodine an

e after their feet for awhile but they wer
- often back again in a little bit.
el that Bonnie weighed more tha
better most of the time,

‘eption Clyde would not rob

Ray while, just small cou

r, yes, filling stations,

1s car to travel the wa

cen in all day and most o

| nor as the car would g

sand through small tow:

<iller,

dered

j iy “ s redhaired moll, 's

ADVENTURES

I will try to give you an idea of how

slow down to k
they lived and hid and ma

eep from causing sus-

ybe you can

police were up They stopped to eat at out-of-the-

places and someone always had to
in the car to cover the place in case
were recognized,
isolated lanes at ni
anyone should
leave at once an
our hundred miles

When I met Clyde, his brother Buck
six . months,
had slept in
Clyde told me
p inside again,
is car and his
guns all the time. I was with them for
six days at one t

They drove off on
ght to sleep and if
pass them they would
d maybe drive three or
before they stopped

ime and never saw
ace or hands,
would only wash when he shaved,

You can easily see why it was so
get any definite clue to their
Lots of times they didn’t

hey made fun of Mary ey were going themselves,

mond when they were
e they would break the
to wash and clean their

know where th

up north becaus

Sentenced for Harboring

ppened in Texas and
ouisiana to Clyde, Bonnie and
fter that break is
history and I didn’t h
with the three

They missed more meals than they ate.
They were both run down from loss of
Clyde had been
and Bonnie had
d had been shot
45 caliber bullet

pretty much
ave any connection
although I saw them
Clyde and Bonnie roamed the
ys and finally were shot out of
lonely highway in
as deputies and ex-
Ray robbed banks and
love, Mary O’Dare, in
He pulled a job in Iowa,
a., at Atoka, Okla, at
near Dallas, and at the
Here, he and Mary
a woman in escaping,
ston with them, freed
her money to return.
ed for that robbery and
promised me $500 for
pe. He paid me $75,
h of them, I guess, be-
[Continued on page 75]

ne or treatment

administer them- Louisiana by Dall

Texas rangers,
rejoined his old
Wichita Falls,
in Poteau, Okl
Grand Prairie,
town of West.
O’Dare kidnaped
took her to Hou
her and gave
Mary was indict
kidnaping. Ray
helping him esca
I saw too muc

Raymond was with them, they

I don’t think
n 90 pounds

anything worth-
ntry stores and
It takes plenty of money
they did. They drove
f the night just as fast
0, except while driving
ns and then they would

Supplied by Mullen, these snapshots of Cl
hi how the coupl

bush in whic

yde Barrow and Bonni
é as they appeared a f,
they met death.
sented here for the first time

€w months prior
pictures are pre-

to the Louisiana am

PALMER, Joe, electrocuted Texas 5/10/1935,

Superintendent of Printing

Texas Prison System

“T’ll meet you at the Portals of hell,” Joe Palmer Prom-
ised jurors who sentenced him to death in the electric
chair. “Your hot seat holds no terror for me!”

OE PALMER came to prison on June 9th, 1929, to serve

twenty-five years for robbery with firearms. He had

walked into the Southern Pacific depot at Mexia, Texas,

shortly after midnight of the May 10th previous and,
brandishing a heavy, single-action revolver, forced R. L. J us-
tice, agent in charge, to hand him $400 from the company
safe. Then, at the point of the gun, he ordered his victim to
accompany him toa car parked outside and drive him out of
town.

Two days later, while he rested in a tourist camp on the
outskirts of Sherman Texas, Palmer was captured by A. R.
Mace, then Chief of Police at Mexia, and, John Piper, widely
known special officer for the Southern Pacific, ;

When penitentiary doors finally clanged shut behind
Palmer, he possessed a small pocket comb, a toothbrush and
a desire to do his time.

A few weeks later he was transferred to the Central, one
of the prison system’s outlying farm units. He got along
nicely during his nearly three years there, eventually working
himself up to trusty job in one of the plow squads. A known
bad man with a sentence of twenty-five years on a trusty
job! And, although it may sound unnatural in the face of his
reputation, Palmer never betrayed that trust.

Joe Palmer wasn’t a farmer however. He was a printer.
And when he was transferred back to the Huntsville unit in
1932, he came at once to my office and asked for a job in the
print shop. He got it. Incidentally, he developed into a
first-class pressman.

A quiet sort of chap, Joe kept pretty much to himself, He
did his work well, spoke only when there was need for speech
and shrank in loathing from the gossiping, backbiting trouble-
makers so common in every prison.

Months passed and Palmer settled more. and. more into a °

niche by himself, acquiring the sobriquet “Peaceful Joe” and
58

BY S. E. BARNETT

TRUE DETACLIVE MYSTERIES, February, 1938

hated men.
h chait

ed animals,

above) lov e led to the deat

er ( :
Joe Palm reer of crim

His six-year ca

becoming known among officials as “a pretty good convict.”
In this manner, though he didn’t know it of course, Palmer
began shaping his own downfall. As a usual thing, when a
convict gets a good name among officials, fellow convicts turn
thumbs down on him. In short, if you're right with of-
ficials you’re wrong with convicts, and woe to him who tries
to stand on top of the fence.

At the time of which I write, the prison yard here looked
more like a zoo than the inside of a penitentiary, Cages of

of the cages. He seemed a part of some strange sort of
fraternity or fellowship that developed day by day. After
a while Palmer began spending almost all his time away from
the other prisoners, Aside from his work and his ultimate
release, the welfare of his caged friends became his only
interest.

This was something out of the ordinary in prison routine,
so the rest of the inmates marveled and laughed and con-
demned—and wondered why. Maybe he was sympathetic.
Or maybe he admired the way the animals endured con-
finement. Perhaps he felt he had something in common with
them. But he never discussed the subject with anyone.

There is another, more human side to this picture, how-

animal than any of those in the cage, will tease, antagonize,
even injure the hapless creatures at his mercy, then glory
in their misery. The same was true here, but never when

To mistreat any of the animals was to incur the wrath of
Joe Palmer, Guided possibly by the Power that pitied him,

he pitied them and became their champion. He would fight

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scratches on my face. I tore off part
of my shirt to wipe away the blood and
bandage my finger.”

The murder done, young Thompson
drove home, went to bed and to sleep.
He didn’t know the girl’s name until he
read it next day in the afternoon papers.
Incidentally, he remained away from
work that day because the scratches on
his face might arouse comment.

Gerald signed the confession before
witnesses. Because of danger that the
mob might reassemble, he was rushed to
another city and lodged in’ jail, his
whereabouts kept a secret. Ben Gray,
the youth who looked so much like
Thompson, received a full police apology
and, of course, the unfortunate alcoholic
was freed of suspicion. It was estab-
lished later that his incoherent murder
confession had been a fantasy of his dis-
torted mind.

In a hiding place in his home, inci-
dentally, police found photographs that
Thompson had taken of women after
attacking them.

Safe from the mob, Thompson told
everyone who would listen of his ex-
ploits. He had taken a score of women
to the cemetery to attack them, Gerald
said, selecting it frequently in rainy
weather because the tires of his auto-
mobile would leave no marks on the
cinder roads.

“IT wouldn’t have confessed, either,” he
said, “but they showed me the bloody
and torn clothes from the Hallmark girl
and that sort of broke me down.”

Rushed To Trial

ROUGHT back to Peoria, Thomp-

son was arraigned on Tuesday,
June 25, on a charge of murder. The
grand jury already had indicted him.
Judge Henry J. Ingram set the trial for
July 22, and State’s Attorney E,
Champion went forward with plans to
send him to the electric chair.

“Give me a_ break, your honor,”
Thompson pleaded in asking a further
delay before trial.

The judge replied, “You will be given
ever right entitled to you by the law.”

Thompson then was led back to a cell
to cower in terror of mob violence.
Crowds formed outside the jail for two
days thereafter, but authorities man-
aged to dissuade angry ‘citizens from
taking the law into their own hands.

As Thompson was without funds, Cir-
cuit Judge Joseph E. Dailey appointed
Ren Thurman, youthful but brilliant
lawyer, to defend him.

cause one morning I went to Floyd’s

house and his wife told me the laws had
him but she didn’t know where. I spent
three days trying to find out for her
and then Mildred’s brother came to me
and said a description of me and my car
had ‘been broadcast. He had come to
my room. I went to sleep and when I
woke the officers were there. They
found a .45 I had hidden in the back
yard under a setting hen. It was one
of the guns stolen from the Ranger,
Texas, armory by Clyde.

The trial opened July 22, 1935, and in
four days a jury of tradesmen and farm-
ers was selected to decide Gerald’s fate.

Then began the most sensational mur-
der trial of years in Central Illinois.
Crowds packed the court and thousands
milled outside around the historic granite
courthouse, avidly awaiting each bit of
news from the trial.

Prosecutor Champion based his case
almost entirely on Thompson’s own con-
fession, the testimony. of authorities who
obtained it and stories of friends and
relatives of the slain girl. The confession
was introduced, but names of other
women victims that Thompson admitted
despoiling were kept secret.

Defense Attorney Thurman in turn
fought to prove that the confession had
been obtained by threats and violence
after Gerald had been held without food
or water for hours.

The state brought forth statements of
Chief Nussbaum and others to refute
that defense move, and Attorney Thur-
man then launched an insanity defense.

The boy’s grandparents told of his
birth when his mother was only fourteen
years old, of desertion by his father and
of being struck on the head with a brick
when a child. Physicians and fellow
workers of Thompson declared him in-
sane on the subject of sex.

“He told me,” one of the fellow work-
ers testified, “that he intended to pick
up fifty-two women this year so he could
say he’d had a new one every week in the
year.”

The case went to the jury on the after-
noon of. July 30, and the twelve men took
less than four hours to reach a verdict—
guilty of murder.

There was no recommendation for
mercy, so the verdict automatically
meant a sentence of death in the electric
chair under Illinois laws.

“That’s what I figured I'd get,”
Thompson commented, glumly. “Of
course, I didn’t get a decent break in the
trial.”

Then he sat down to write a letter to
his grandparents, urging them to forget
that he had ever lived and insisting that
he “didn’t mean to kill the girl—it was
just an accident.”

Denied a new trial and sentenced to die
in the chair at Joliet on October 15,
Thompson apparently was resigned to
accept death. He'asked his jailers for
a bible to read;

(In fairness to innocent persons, the names Mrs.
Fred. G. Barry, Ben Gray and Jane Barton, used
in this story, are not actual but fictitious. _The
Editor.)

It wasn’t long after this that the
government’ indicted me and almost
every other friend or relative Clyde and
Bonnie had on charges of harboring
them. More than a dozen of us were
convicted. I got four months.

Before this, Ray had been recaptured
near Sherman, Texas, returned to
Huntsville and put behind the walls.
Under a promise of immunity—a_ con-
tract between Ben Greenwood, district
attorney of Houston county, and Judge
Ben F, Dent and myself—I testified in

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the trial of both Joe Palmer and Ray
Hamilton for the killing of Major Crow-
son, the prison guard.

They both got the death penalty,
although Joe confessed the murder and
tried to clear Ray. The jury decided
that Ray was equally guilty because he
had planned the break and had arranged
for the guns. Perhaps the jury was
right.

And then it was only a few months
until Ray broke out over the walls with
Joe. Joe was out only a short time.
Ray lasted longer. But he was finally
captured in Fort Worth by Sheriff
Smoot Schmid of Dallas. He was re-
turned to Huntsville and less than two
months later—on May 10, 1935, he and
Joe walked the last mile to the electric
chair and died within two minutes of
each other.

I testified against Raymond Hamilton
and Joe Palmer because I know that
either one of them would have done the
same thing agaimst me if they had been
given the opportunity to do so. They
all talked when they were caught. I
just happened to be lucky enough to
beat them to it.

I am only sorry that I was foolish
enough to get mixed up with and try
to help a gang that didn’t use any more

Mullen’s Record

James Mullen, alias James Lamont,
author of this frank and revealing, article,
was born in Williamsport, Pa., in 1885.
When he was about 15 he was sent to
the Glen Mills House of Refuge from
Philadelphia.

After his release he engaged in petty
thievery and was sentenced to the Penn-
sylvania Industrial Reformatory at
Huntingdon for three years.

On his release he got a job with a
carnival band, and went on the road,
stealing whenever an opportunity was
presented. He also became addicted to
the use of morphine.

After returning to Philadelphia he
was sent to Eastern State prison in
Philadelphia for larceny. Next he was
convicted on a federal charge of violating
interstate commerce laws.

Drifting to New York state he was
convicted and sent to Atlanta for robbing
interstate shipments, His next slip
drew a federal rap in Atlanta for
he pe depe. After eight months of
reedom he went to Leavenworth for
violating the Harrison narcotic act.

Finishing the federal term, Mullen
was convicted in Detroit and sentenced
to Jackson prison for breaking and
entering. He was serving a term for
robbery at Eastham prison farm, in
Texas, when he met Raymond Hamilton
and embarked on the amazing series of
events which he details in these pages.

judgment than was used by the Hamilton
family,

When Raymond was in the Dallas
county jail once he made the statement
that if they would give him a sawed-off
shotgun and chain him to the wheel of
a car, he would go out and put Clyde
Barrow on the spot for officers, He
tried every way he could think of to
save his own hide after he was caught.

The other men in this prison break
were anxious enough to talk after they
were caught. Hilton Bybee, the first to
be captured, was put in the county jail at
Crockett, Texas. He told all about the

prison break as well as the crimes that
were committed by the gang while he
was along.

He agreed to put us all on the spot if
the authorities would drop the murder
charge for killing the guard during the
break. But when the charge was dropped,
instead of keeping his promises and put-
ting us on the spot, he started a crime
wave of his own.

Joe Palmer, the second to be caught,
was anxious enough for someone to help
him get out of prison, but he did not care
to pay his end of the expenses. He al-
ways managed to avoid taking any part
in the robberies committed by the gang,
saying that he had done his part when
he killed the guard during the escape.
When he got a bankroll in his pocket he
would leave the gang and go to a hideout
where he would stay with some dame
until he went broke.

Henry Methvin, the other member of
the mob, stayed with Clyde Barrow most
of the time until Clyde was killed. In
fact, it was through Henry that officers
got on Clyde’s trail and set the trap in
which he and Bonnie were killed. Later
he was taken to Oklahoma to be tried for
murder.

I have served eight terms in prison
and have never taken anyone along with
me yet, but in these days of the tough
gangster it seems to be everybody for
himself when they get caught. I am
positive, if the same chance had been
offered to, these guys that was offered to
me, they would have taken it. Crooks
don’t stand pat any more. I have been
a fool all my life.

I am more than glad that I had sense
enough to accept the opportunity that
was offered me. I am not sorry for or
ashamed of anything I have done in
helping clean up this case. I would do
the same thing over again under the
same circumstances.

I can only say that I am glad I am
clear of it all, I have spent the best part
of my life in prison and I am tired of it
all. It is a losing game at best. The
fate that fell to the lot of the Dillinger
gang and to Pretty Boy‘ Floyd is the
best proof that you can’t win very long
outside the Law. It took me a long
time to wake up to this fact, but it is
better late than never.

It is a great relief to be able to go
about and not be afraid that some officer
is waiting to grab you at any minute. 1
have made many friends among those
who formerly were my enemies. The
officers who have handled me in this
case have kept every promise that they
made to me. They not only gave me a
chance to go straight but have en-
couraged and assisted me to do so. I
must admit that the officers who have
become my friends have done more for
me than any of my underworld friends
ever did. I am more than grateful to
all those who made it possible for me
to be at liberty at this time. Iam going
to make the most of the chance they
gave me.

It is an old saying that “once a thief,
aiways a thief,” but I am trying to be
an exception to the rule. I have tried
to wear out the prisons all over this

.country and have decided that it can’t

be done. If had exerted half the
energy in trying to uphold the Law that
I exerted in violating it, I would have
been a success at anything I attempted
to do.

I’m going straight! I’ve seen too much
crime and violence—and I’ve seen too much
of the penalty you have to pay.

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Hamilton trapped by detectives. An occasion when the outlaw was cornered,
only to escape from jail after a prison sentence, re-staged by sleuths
N the 6th day of December, 1932, two young men “Gee,” he said admiringly, “you're beautiful.”
drove into Bay City, Michigan. A slender blond The blond waitress glanced at him disdainfully as she °
youth with a prominent jaw pulled the powerful — set another steak in front of his companion.
car to a stop before the best restaurant in the city. “I’m in town for the evening,” he began again, “Won't
He was Wearing a new suit, hat, overcoat and you come out and go to a show or something when you
ellow gloves. As he swung from the driver's seat with his get through here?”
lat at a jaunty angle and sauntered into the restaurant, She was refilling their glasses and gave no sign that she
closely follows by his dark-haired companion, he felt like heard the remark. This was more than the young man
a conquering hero. could stand,
He ostentatiously removed his dark-blue overcoat and “Listen,” he burst out, “I’m no ordinary guy that tries
yellow gloves. His quick eye selected the prettiest waitress, to pick up a girl!”
an attractive blond, and he led his companion to her table, he’ waitress Stopped pouring, her pitcher poised in
When she placed a menu before him his fingers gently mid-air. Then she smiled slightly: “Oh, yes?”
touched hers and he sought an introduction with his eyes. “Yes. I'm Raymond Hamilton—the whole country’s look-
She was too used to such advances from the men customers ing for me!”
to pay any attention other than to coldly ask for their The girl stared hard at the blond young man. She seemed
order, visibly impressed. “Al] right,” she capitulated, “I'll go
The flashily dressed young man was piqued; what he with you.”
wanted at that particular moment was to win the favor of Later that evening the two men met her, accompanied by
this girl. When she returned and placed a sizzling steak a friend she brought along, and the four went to the Ba
before him he again tried to engage her in conversation. City skating rink. The blond young man was excited. This
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went up the walk with long, confi-
dent strides, whistling a tune of energy
and hope.

Ten hours later the door fell open
and he stepped. in. He said nothing.
He hung up his hat and coat and sat
down. There was a tired, puzzled look
in his eyes and I went up to him and
said:

“No luck?”

He shook his head slowly and closed
his eyes.

“Floyd,” I said gently, “what hap-
pened?”

“Nothing happened,” he said. “I
just didn’t get a job. I’m just not
wanted,” he replied. “I talked to two
dozen men today. Men I’d known, who

used to be my friends. But now I’m.

an ex-convict. They’re afraid of me.
You can see it in their eyes. You can
sense it in their voices. They don’t
want me around them. A job? They
just smiled at me. I could have
smashed their faces in.”

“Floyd!” I cried. The bitterness I
had feared was showing’ now. in his
face. “You’ve tried only one day. You
must give yourself a*chance. You’ve
got to. What if they do smile? You’ve
got to be brave, Floyd. You’ve got
Mildred and the children to think of
... you've got to try again, and again
—until you contact someone who
doesn’t care if you are an ex-convict.
Promise you will, Floyd.”

“I promise,” said Floyd quietly.

For three weeks he tramped the
streets of Dallas, but always the day’s
end brought him home, weary, more
discouraged, and more bitter.

Then something else happened to in-
crease his bitterness. He was picked
up by parole officers because he didn’t
have a job. He was held in jail sev-
eral days and released, after a lecture
in which he was told to put a little
more pep into his efforts to get a job.
In the next few weeks he was picked
up two more times. You can imagine
how angry he was.

He said finally: “I’m getting out of
this town. I’m sick of it. Ted Walters
and I are going to strike out together
and we're going to keep going until
we get something. There’s bound to be
a job somewhere.”

Mildred and 'I talked it over. We
decided there was nothing else to do.
So Floyd packed his bag and set out.

Rarors leaving he’d asked me if he
could borrow my flashlight. “We'll
probably have to sleep out on the
highways,” he’d said, “and the nights
now are pretty dark. A flashlight
would be mighty handy.”

So I’d given him my flashlight, and
said: “I wish I could give you more,
Floyd. I even wish I could go with
you, to keep you from becoming dis-
couraged. Just promise me one thing,
Floyd—that you'll be patient. Jobs are
not easy to get, and it’s better to be
out of work than behind bars.”

“T’ll be good.” He’d smiled. But I
remembered now, with a sickening
feeling, that only his lips had smiled.
In his eyes there had been a hardness
that made me wonder, now as I look
back, if I had been wise in permitting
him to leave.

Two weeks later, on the same day,
both Mildred and I heard from him.
‘It had been a long two weeks of wor-
ried waiting. When the letters came
we tore them open with nervous,
hopeful fingers.

We read the letters. Then we looked
at each other. I showed ‘Mildred my
letter. She showed me hers.

They were short, cold. They were
not from the Floyd who had cheer-
fully bid us good-by. Something had
changed him completely ...

Three days later I read in the news-
paper that the Gilmore Drug Store at
Ringgold, Texas, had been robbed. I
thought nothing of it. Then suddenly
I recalled that Floyd’s letter had come
from Wichita Falls, which was only
30 miles from Ringgold.

But I FE nrc mggpens chided myself.
What connection could Floyd’s being
in Wichita’ Falls have with a robbery
in Ringgold 30 miles away?

“Floyd would die before he’d steal,”
I told myself. tae ‘

But three days later there were two

pictures in the-newspaper, bearing’ on
the Ringgold robbery. One of. these
pictures gripped me like a powerful
magnet. The first picture was of. the

-wounded jailer’s condition. So great
was our concern over whether the
jailer would die or live that we put

Floyd second in our thoughts. We.

safe that had been blown open. The~ knew if Chandler died, Floyd would

second picture was that of a flashlight.

Written above it were the words:

“Only Clew in Gilmore Drug Store
Robbery.”

Did I know that flashlight? I cer-
tainly did. No one could know it bet-
ter. I’d had that flashlight for nearly
ten years. I’d used it in looking after
my children at night—I’d used it when
Floyd and Mildred’s children. were
laid up with the colic. Yes, I knew
that. flashlight! And now it was the
only clew in a drug-store robbery ...

He had lost it, and the man who
robbed that safe had found it. Quick-

ly I read the news item. beneath the ©

pictures. ;

“Officers who examined .the flash-
light,” I read, “told reporters that fin-
ger-prints found on it had been sent

be charged with first-degree murder
and if found guilty would die, like
Ray, in the electric chair. But we were
thinking, too, of the jailer’s family, of
the loved ones who would suffer if his
stab-wound proved fatal.

But he recovered. And Mildred and
I knelt down and sent up a prayer of
humble thanks. We prayed, too, for
Floyd—we asked that he be delivered
somehow from the terrible trouble in
which he os involved himself.

Each day and night we prayed that
-he would come suddenly to his senses
and do thats

But he didn’t. And we began read-
ing in the newspapers, to our horror,
that a series of daring crimes which
were being perpetrated from one end
gf Texas to the other were said by

The picture of these two men—Floyd Hamilton, right,

and Ted Walters—seated

together after their Dallas

capture, will remain a vivid memory to two mothers

to the Federal Bureau of Identification
at Washington. If the robber who left
it behind has. a record...”

Then the afternoon papers came out,
and with shaking hands I bought one
and hurried home. It was there. The
name Hamilton was in headlines again!

Three days later the headlines told
of the capture of Floyd and Ted Wal-
ters at Sherman, Texas. They were
taken at once to the jail at Montague,
and Mildred and I made hurried plans
to go there. But before we could leave
our home in West Dallas the astound-
ing, breath-catching news came to us
over the radio that Floyd and Ted and
another youth, named Irving Good-
speed, had stabbed Jailer Kenneth
Chandler and escaped.

Mildred and I listened with unbe-
lieving ears to the briefly worded news
flash. Then we both fell back in chairs

and stared weakly and hopelessly dato! '

each other’s eyes.

“Stabbed,” I whispered.

Then the papers came and we read
breathlessly that Chandler was badly
wounded, that he was lingering: be-
tween life and death in the hospital at
Montague.’ He -had been stabbed in
the abdomen. 4 ;

“Oh, merciful Heavens,” I sobbed,
“please don’t let him die! I’ve had one
son‘’a murderer, I can’t—I can’t have
another!” :

_ “It couldn’t have been Floyd who
did it,”' cried Mildred. “He -wouldn’t
kill, He wouldn’t even hurt anyone.
Oh, why did he have to break out?
Now he’s a fugitive and they’ll catch
him and send him back to prison.” °

She buried her face in her hands
and began weeping inconsolably.

I tried to’ comfort her, but I was
sobbing with a broken heart, and the
tears were coursing wildly down my

face. .

- Day after. day we snatched up the:

papers. and read the bulletins on the
x Ey a KORY

police officers to be the work of Floyd
Hamilton and Ted Walters,
Floyd a hardened, deliberate crim-
inal! It was too incredible to believe!
But each day there were more and
bigger headlines, and I realized with
a sinking heart that even though Floyd
could not be involved in all the crimes
' being charged to him he undoubtedly
was involved in some of them. For
there were victims of robberies, even
kidnapings, who emphatically identi-
fied Floyd from his Bertillon pictures.

Not one letter had come from Floyd
since his escape from the jail at Mon-
tague. We could just sit by, our hearts
bleeding with anguish, and wait...
for something to happen.

On June 7, 1938, the headlines told
us that four men had held up and
robbed the bank at Bradley, Arkansas,
of $685. Floyd’s finger-prints, said the
paper, were found on an. abandoned
automobile that was identified as the
getaway car in the robbery. The car,
officers said, had been stolen at Vivian,
Louisiana. -

That meant that the car had been
transported over a State line. Federal
“agents immediately entered the hunt

for Floyd and ‘Ted Walters.

In the next few days crime after
‘<crime was blamed to Floyd. It seemed
as if there was a new crime every
single day. In five different States po-
~lice. officers and Federal men were
trying to find him. And then it hap-

pened:
- “Floyd Hamilton Declared Public
Enemy No. 1!” :
Those: words shot out at me one
evening like darts from the front
page of a newspaper. Floyd, like Ray,
had become a Public Enemy No. 1. It
meant that he was the most-hunted
man in the United States—that officers
would rather get him than any other
-man in the nation at that time.
“~~ No man, I knew, ever stayed a Pub-

lic Enemy No. 1 very long. Floyd’s
capture was a foregone conclusion...

The very evening that the news-
papers stated that Floyd was the most-
hunted man in America, I suddenly
became aware of a tiny scratching on
the window-screen in the kitchen. My
husband and Mildred and the two
children were out. I was all alone.

Startled, I looked up from the pa-
per and stared at the window. Then a
shiver of excitement possessed me. I
remembered that Floyd, when he was
little, used to come to the window and
scratch on it to tease me.

| STARTED to get up, when I saw his
face. It was peeking in at me. It
was’ Floyd—my lost, hunted son!

I jumped up and pulled down the
blinds, then I rushed to the door. I
opened it and called out softly, and a
moment later my boy crept in and
slipped wearily into my arms. Quickly
I pushed the door shut and locked it.

“Oh, Ma,” he cried, “it’s so good to
see you again. It’s been so long—”

“Floyd!” I sobbed. I couldn’t say
any more. I was choked up with tears.
I just clung to him and laughed and
cried.

“Where’s Mildred?” he begged. “And
the children?”

“They’re visiting your sister — at
Lucy’s. But you can’t wait here, Floyd.
There’ve been men watching the house.
They keep coming and going. They
may even have seen you come here
now.” ‘

“No, I made sure no one was
around,” said Floyd. “Oh, why couldn’t
Mildred have been here? I know I
can’t wait. I can never stay more than
a few minutes anywhere. Not with the
G-Men after me!”

I held him tightly in my arms and
for almost a minute we just stood there
and wept.

“Floyd,” I said finally, and my lips
were quivering so I could hardly
speak, “all those things the papers
have been saying about you—they’re
not true, are they? Tell me they’re
lies, Floyd.”

“T can’t lie to you, Ma.” He pulled
his head back and gazed sorrowfully
into my eyes. “I’m guilty in some
cases—but not all. That’s why I came
here—to beg your forgiveness. I
wanted to explain how it happened I
got into this.

“I tried and tried to get work. That’s
the honest truth, Ma. But my name
and record at the penitentiary followed
me every place. I could hardly go in
a town without being discovered. Then
the officers would pick me up on sus-
picion and keep me overnight in jail.

“T got more bitter every day. I got
to hate the law, and so did Ted, for
they picked him up, too. We just
talked it over and decided to turn to
crime. I see now how crazy it was,
and I’m terribly ashamed. I realize
what a mental weakling I am, and
how lost I am. I might as well be
dead!”

“Floyd,” I pleaded, “won’t you give
yourself up? If you keep going you
might kill someone. Then they’ll kill
you. But if you give yourself up
you'll have a chance of some day going
free.- A long time from now, I know,
but it’s better than being dead. Please
do it, Floyd.”

“No, Ma. I couldn’t.”

“But, Floyd—”
ey said no! I don’t want to hear of
i ”

I saw that he was serious and I
changed the subject. He asked me a
hundred questions about Mildred and
the children. He wrote out a long let-
ter to Mildred and he gave me some
money for her and some for myself. I
didn’t want to take it, but he insisted
and said:

“It’s not stolen money—honest, Ma.”

It was getting late. He put his hand
on the doorknob and kissed me. I
stared at him and I realized that I
might never lay eyes on him again—
alive, I mean. I didn’t know what to
say. I wanted to lecture him. I wanted’
his promise that he would not commit
any more crimes. But I saw how use-

- less it was to lecture him now. In one

little moment he would. be stepping out
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'» that was easy to disprove. Immediate-

ly I submitted to a blood test. Of
course I knew that the test would
come back marked “negative,” but I
wanted that piece of paper as proof
for those who might doubt my word.
I wanted that piece of paper for the
good people of Alton who might come
to believe the syndicate’s propaganda.

Summer passed, and another elec-
tion was in the offing. I could repeat
several incidents which show that the
syndicate is still on my trail, but time
and space forbid the telling of those
incidents. As election time approached,
however, I was delighted to hear that
Harry Murdock finally had given in.
He had issued orders that all slot-
machines under his control be with-
drawn from places of business.

I can not tell you how thrilled I was
at this moral victory. But on this point
syndicate members split. The other
members did not agree with Murdock
and they refused to withdraw their
machines!

But I felt that I held still another
ace—the coming election. I felt sure
that if the new ticket got in gambling
would be at an end in Madison County.
I cannot emphasize enough how hard
Dan and I worked in that election.

And when the returns came in an-
nouncing that the new ticket had won,
our elation knew no bounds. We
whooped for joy, even though we ac-
tually were hungry for lack of some-
thing to eat.

State’s Attorney Geers had died
from mysterious causes, and. winning
the election was Roland, Griffith, who
stepped into Geers’ shoes. His first
official act was to dismiss all charges
pending against Dan and me!

And Sheriff Wittman began, the first
day in office, to rid the county of gam-
bling and gambling devices. He now
has in his office 150 slot-machines,
which he personally seized from a
warehouse in our county. And I defy
anyone to find a gambling device op-
erating anywhere in Madison County!

Only recently I read a headline in
one of the State papers which gave
me more satisfaction than. would a
full meal (and I can tell you I’m
mighty hungry right now!). The head-
line read: “SLOT-MACHINES TO BE BAN-
ISHED FROM STATE OF ILLINOIS,” and
there followed a statement by Attorney
General John Cassidy to the effect that
he expected slot-machines to be ban-
ished from Illinois entirely during th
first two months of 1939. .

Two No. | Public Enemies Were My Sons

into the night, a hunted man. And in
the next moment he might be dead,
struck down by a G-Man’s gun. There
was nothing to say. I could only grab
him tightly in my arms and kiss him
and wish him luck.

“Just be careful,” I cried. ‘And
think of me. Each time you’re tempted
to do wrong, Floyd, think of me, and

of your babies and Mildred. We don’t

want you to die, Floyd.”
“Yes, Ma. Yes ..2.”
Before I realized it he was gone.

I think it was a week later that
word came that Floyd and Ted had
been cornered in the wild Cookson
Hills near DeQueen, Arkansas, by Fed-
eral agents. That had been the hid-
ing-place of Pretty Boy Floyd. Blood-
hounds from the State penitentiary at
McAlester, Oklahoma, and from the
Arkansas State Penitentiary were
rushed to the hills. The papers said
there wasn’t a chance this time for
my boy and Ted to escape.

“Tf they just don’t kill him,” cried
Mildred.

The suspense that filled our little
home that night was terrible. Mildred
and I sat at the radio until four o’clock
in the morning, waiting tensely for
the news flash we prayed would not
come. That Floyd Hamilton had been
“shot down and killed” by Federal
agents.

WAS in the kitchen at 10 a.m. when

I heard a peculiar, insistent knock. I
jerked to attention and stared fear-
fully at the door. I had been waiting
for just such a knock for months. I
knew what it would be. My son was
dead!

I walked slowly to the door. I was
trying hard to control myself. I didn’t
want to break down. I would open
the door wide and take the news with-
out flinching. Then the newspapers
would say that I was hard and cold,
but I didn’t care. I put my hand on
the knob and jerked open the door.

Before I could catch my breath, a
skinny Negro leaped in and slammed
the door shut behind him. He was
nearly scared to death. The whites
of his eyes glowed as if they were
coated with luminous paint.

“Nothin’ wrong! Nothin’ wrong!”
he cried. “Don’t get excited, Mrs., I
got news for you—it’s about your boy.
He’s—”

“Dead!” I gasped.
needn’t tell me.”

“Dead? He ain’t dead. That’s what
I came for. He’s alive and safe.” The
Negro came up close to me, as if he
were afraid the very walls had ears.
“He’s over at my house now,” he whis-
pered. “Him and his friend, Ted
Walters.”

“IT know. You

An—12

“Where’s your place?” I asked
anxiously. .
““T can’t tell you, Mrs. My name’s

Willie Marshall. Your boy made me
promise to tell nobody. Not even you.
He just wants you to know he’s all
right, and not to worry. But he don’t
want you to come there. You might
be followed, he said.”

I begged Marshall to tell me his
address. He shook his head vigorously.
But I had to know. I had to see Floyd
and talk to him. “I’ll give you a dol-
lar,” I said. “And I’ll tell no one, not
even Floyd, that you told me.”

“Well, okay,” he said. ‘I won’t give
you my address but tomorrow night
he’s going to Elmer Wall’s. That’s
Walters’ cousin.”

He gave me Wall’s address and I
gave him the dollar. Then he left.

I didn’t say a word to Mildred or
Harry. I wanted to see Floyd first.
The next night was Saturday. I left
the house at ten o’clock and started
for Elmer Wall’s house. It was pitch
dark out.

I was about two blocks from Wall’s
when I heard a sudden shot. It was
followed by another and another. I
heard a yell, and some loud shouting.

“He went over that way,” I heard
aman shout, .«

A few steps away there was an al-
ley. I dashed into it to keep out of
sight. I was shaking like a leaf.

What was the shooting about? Had
the G-Men cornered Floyd and Ted at
Wall’s house and shot.them down? Or
was it Floyd who had done the shoot-
ing?

I was so sick with fear and with
suspense that I only could stand there
and tremble. I was suddenly aware of
stumbling footsteps coming toward me
from the other end of the alley. As
they drew closer, I heard heavy
breathing. Instinctively I pressed back
close against the building, to keep from
being seen. Just then a shadow limped
past through a streak of light from a
hanging street-lamp. With a gasp, I
recognized the briefly illuminated face.
It was the face of Floyd, my son!

I ran out into the middle of the
alley and cried, “Floyd—wait! It’s
me, your mother!”

He stopped dead in his tracks and
stared at me with unbelieving eyes.

“You?” he snapped. “What are you
doing here?”

It was the first time he had ever
spoken to me in that tone of voice.
It was an angry, impatient tone, and
I stepped forward and tugged at his
arm. “You’re hurt, aren’t you?” I said
quickly.

“Just in the leg. Now beat it—get
out of here. I’ll send you some word
tomorrow, with the colored guy. Go
on now, hurry!”

My husband tells me that my cru-
sade started the whole business. But
I do not feel like taking the credit for
such a tremendous reform. I feel that
I started the business by calling the
attention of the good people to the
evil of the syndicate, but it was the
good people—the law-abiding citizens
and the average voter—who put their
shoulders to the wheel when they fi-
nally understood the problem. I am
proud that I was the one responsible
for getting them started. Madison
County—yes, the whole State—will be
‘better off without slot-machines, with-
out any form of gambling.

AteReUSs I am the last person in

the world to crawl under a cloak of
righteousness, I feel a thrill of pleas-
ure go over me when I think of the
good that has been accomplished.
What else have I gained? Nothing, ex-
cept a fresh start on abject poverty.
Nothing, except having’ children point
me out on the street and whisper:
“There’s that axe woman. She’s a bad
customer!”

As I said before, virtue is its own
reward and the thrill that comes of
doing a good deed cannot be sur-
passed. Believe me, sisters, it’s true!

‘(Continued from Page 18)

He broke away from me and hob-
bled hurriedly out of the alley. I ran
after him, but when I got to the street
he was nowhere in sight.

“Oh, Floyd,” I moaned, ‘why did

ou leave me?”

* I could have done something to re-
lieve his pain. He was shot. I could
at least have tied something around
his leg to stop the flow of blood. Now
I didn’t have a chance. He was
gone’....

Early the next morning I rushed
out to get the paper. There had been
two news flashes during the night, and
each one said that Federal agents
were closing in and about to capture
Floyd Hamilton, who was wounded
painfully in the leg.

There was nothing new in the pa-
iby Both Floyd and Ted were still
ree.

About 9 a.m. I headed for Lucy’s
house. Mildred had stayed there all
night and I had a feeling that Floyd
would send Marshall there instead of
to my house. He’d be afraid that I
might have been seen leaving the al-
ley and that I would be watched.

I made sure, though, that I wasn’t
followed when I started for Lucy’s. I
was a few doors away from Lucy’s
when I noticed two men who looked
like detectives standing out in front.
I paid no attention to them as I
walked up and went into the house. n

“They’ve been around here
morning,” Mildred told me.

“Listen,” I gasped, “Floyd’s send-
ing a man here with a message for
me. What if he’s arrested by those
men out there? They’ll frighten him
into telling them where Floyd is. Even
if he doesn’t talk they’ll find out
where he lives and maybe Floyd is at
his house. What should we do?”

“What can we do?” cried Mildred.
“We'll just have to sit here and hope
he doesn’t come.” ‘

It was not strictly right, I guess,
hoping and praying that Floyd would

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not be captured. But he was my son
and I couldn’t help wishing that the
police would not catch up with him.
I’d wanted him to give himself up,
but he’d refused. I knew now that if
he were cornered there was that ter-

rible possibility that he would kill

somebody or be killed himself. I just
didn’t want him and the police to

| come in contact with each other.

We were sitting there in the win-
dow when we saw him—Willie Mar-
shall. The two men saw him, too, and
they watched him with suspicious
eyes. He’d seen the men and at sight of
them he’d pulled up and stopped. For
a moment he looked at them, Then he
turned around and started to walk
away. These actions aroused the sus-
picions of the two men to such an
extent that they started after Mar-
shall. He started running, and they
pulled out their guns and commanded
him to halt.

A minute later they grabbed: him -

and one of them handcuffed him, The
other went into a house and called for
a car. It came dashing up within five
minutes and they put Marshall in and
drove away.

Mildred and I immediately left
Lucy’s and went home, and turned on
the radio. We sat down in front of it
and waited.

The night passed without a word
on the radio. It was Sunday morning,
and Mildred and I and the children
went to church. Afterward we sat
down to the radio again. All that day
we waited for the inevitable news
flash—that Floyd was captured.

It didn’t come. At midnight we were
still sitting there waiting. At 1 am.
came the flash that Ted Walters had
been captured on Akard Street. ¢

E SAT forward and held our
breaths. “But Floyd Hamilton is

still at large,” said the announcer. We

sat back and closed our eyes.

Ted had been captured without a
struggle. He was safe in jail, alive.
I thought of his mother, who now
would be hurrying down to see him,
She would be thanking God that he
had not been killed.

Morning came and still no news on
Floyd. The suspense was maddening.
The sun was just rising over the

trees when the flash we had been
waiting for so long came roaring into
our ears:

“Floyd Hamilton was captured by
Inspector Will Fritz and his men a
few moments ago as he was hobbling
along trying to catch a freight train

on the edge of the city. He surren-.

dered peacefully.”
“Thank Heavens,” I whispered.
“He’s alive! They got him alive!”

‘cried Mildred.

We fell into each other’s arms: and
wept for joy. Then we rushed into
our coats and hats and hurried to the

jail.

And there he sat, with Ted Walters,
on a long bench in the cell block. He
had no shoes or socks on. His trousers
were smeared with mud and dried

‘blood. He just sat there and stared

blankly ahead of him.

But at-sight of Mildred and me he
jumped up and hopped up to the bars
on his good leg. There was a fresh
bandage around the other, which was
covered from the knee down with
blood.

“Hello, honey! Hello, Ma!” he cried
out. He stuck his arms out through
the bars and hugged us both together.
He actually was smiling.

~“Poor boy—” I began.

“Poor boy nothing!” he said. “I’m
lucky I’m alive. That’s all that mat-
ters now. What if I do go to prison?
What of it? I could have been shot,
couldn’t I? He glanced down at his
leg and grinned. “I megan killed,” he
laughed.

We just stood there and stared at
him. My

“Now you can come and see me and
write to me. Smile—come on, smile,”
he begged. a

Through the tears we smiled. Then
the officer said we would have to
leave, and we backed away, waving
our hands and throwing kisses to him.

“Don’t forget to come back,” he
yelled.

Floyd and Ted were placed that day
in the death row at the Dallas jail.
We read in the papers that Andrew
Patton, the ‘district attorney, was go-
ing to ask for the death penalty. He
didn’t, though.

We saw Floyd many times before
the trial came up. He was not like

Ray when Ray was behind bars. All
Ray thought of was trying to escape,
Floyd was repentant. He looked for-
ward to our visits and was one of the
best-behaved prisoners in the jail.
On September 27, 1937, a District
Court jury found Floyd guilty of rob-

bery with firearms. He was sentenced 3

to 25 years in the State prison at
Huntsville, Texas. He now faces trial
on several other indictments. Neither
Mildred nor I had dared hope for less.
We were thankful that he would live.

A few days ago I visited Floyd at
the prison, with Mildred. His parting
words were: “I’m glad they got me,
Ma. I was a terrible sap, all right, try-
ing to live by a gun. I’m ten times
happier right now than I ever was out
there with a pocket full of money and
the police of five States trying to find
me. And you know what?” he asked.

“What?” I said.

“I’m going to church here. It’s
swell!”

| WENT out with my shoulders erect,
a smile of happiness on my lips.

The people might point me out and
say, “There goes the mother of two
former public enemies No. 1.”

I don’t care. Ray died with a prayer
on his lips, begging God to forgive him
for his sins. And Floyd, each Sunday,
goes to church. Not because he has to
—because he wants to.

I have one worry left, however.
What, I ask myself, will become of
Floyd’s and Mildred’s two children?
What will they do when they grow
up? Will the curse of their father’s
sins fall heavily upon them?

I pray not. Surely they will be
given a chance to live their own lives,
and will not always be held up as the
sons of a notorious Public Enemy No.
1. All I ask is that Society give them
a fair chance.

I’m afraid for them, but I neverthe-
less have hopes. They are intelligent
children. They are not spoiled. With
this new worry assailing me I can
only pray that God in his infinite
wisdom will help them escape the fate
their daddy has met or the horrors
that I, their grandmother, experienced
since the day J. H. Hamilton, my first
husband, deserted me and his six
small, ill-fated children.

Why Did | Think Murder Would Help? (Continued from Page 7)

grin. I felt like screaming and beat-
ing him until he would say some-
thing. But he just sat there. He could
see how he was making me suffer; it
pleased him immensely.

Finally I picked up a magazine and
threw it at him, crying: “For Heaven’s
sakes, say something! What’s the
matter now?”

Then his lips moved. He spoke. His
words were cold, hard and bitter.

“I’ve been to see a lawyer today,”
was the first thing he said. My heart
froze; my eyes popped. wide open; I
caught my breath, and felt for some-
thing to steady me.

“Been to see a lawyer?” I finally
managed to gasp, very weakly.

“Sure, kind of upsets you a little,

doesn’t it? Well, it ought to. Because
it won’t be very long now until me
and little Stanley will be all to our-
selves.” Then he broke out in gur-
gling, inhuman laughter.
- What did he mean? But—but I
didn’t need to ask myself that! I knew
what he meant. He had found out
about—about Stanley Reade. Some-
one had told him. Someone’. .» that
woman!

“T have plenty of witnesses,” he was
saying. I fell into a chair, weak and
almost blind: I couldn’t see a thing in

-front of me—any tangible thing. But

I visioned my helpless little son, Stan-
ley, being snatched away from me.

I could see his father taking him ‘to
Africa, teaching him to be mean and
hateful. I could see little Stanley driv-
ing slaves, cracking whips over their
bleeding backs! \

“Stanley! Stanley!” I cried, and
jumped from my chair, and went run-
ning to my little boy, who was play-
ing on the floor in another room. I

grabbed him up, held him close in my
arms and kissed him over and over
again.

But George was right behind me.

“Get away from that boy,” he
snarled. “Get your dirty, filthy hands
off him. And stop kissing him with
those rotten lips of yours, do you
hear me!”

George slapped me hard across the
face, and before I realized it I had
loosened my grip on the child and he
had jerked my boy from me. But, like
a woman gone suddenly mad, I lunged
blindly for my baby. .

Again George struck me full in the
face and knocked me back. But I
wouldn’t stop. I came at him again.
This time he struck me in the chest
and I went to the floor crying out in
extreme pain...

| WAS lying there in the dark, try-
ing to hold back my tears and at
the same time think of something I
could do to save my child from George.

What, I asked myself, if George
were dead?

I suddenly sat bolt upright in bed,
almost afraid of myself—afraid of
what I might do. I glanced quickly
around me because of my guilty
thought. r

There was no one near me. I could
hear George and Stanley in the other
room. But I couldn’t see them.

Then I tried to shake the thought
from my mind. “No, no,” I cried softly.
“That’s silly. How could such a thing
occur?”

But that thought persisted. I couldn’t
seem to get away from it,

“George dead!” I gasped. “Dead...”

The next night, when George was

in the bathroom, I started to hang his
clothes up in the closet. As I picked
up his coat I noticed that it seemed
unusually heavy. I slipped my hand
in one of the pockets and felt cold,
hard steel—it was a gun. A revolver!

“Heavens! What’s he doing with
that gun in his pocket?” I gasped.
But that was no time to ask silly
questions. I slipped the revolver from
his pocket and into my dresser drawer,
covered it with a lot of clothes.

All that night I lay awake, think-
ing . . . When dawn broke the plan
for ee my husband was set in my
Mind.

On. Thursday night, January 26,
1939, we were supposed to go see my
half-sister who lived in Wichita, some
50 miles away. George had consented
some time ago to make the trip. And
I had asked him that morning if he
was still willing to go.

He smiled his same cold, self-
satisfied smile again, and said, “Sure,
I’m raring to go into town. All right
by me. Won’t have to bother with
you much longer anyway.”

We saw my half-sister. We visited.
George acted quite friendly. Too
friendly, in fact. It was easy to see

at he was putting on. It somehow
seemed to please him now to be overly
nice to me—to my folks. Oh yes, he
was a perfect angel now. Now that he
thought he had me just where he
wanted me.

We started home. I got in the back
seat, telling George I wanted to sit
there in order to rest easier. To my
great surprise, George even consented
to let me take my baby into the back
seat with me. I was glad. I was afraid
there might be some danger. that I

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Raymond Hamilton, whose sinister
escapades terrorized Southwestern
states

car, separating as they walked so that
each approached from opposite sides, As
Sheriff Maxwell stepped closer, the two
men abruptly straightened up. The blond
man’s eyes narrowed. The three young
people were quiet now.

Deputy Moore walked around to where
the dark man was sitting. He leaned for-
ward to get a better look and found him-
self staring squarely into the muzzle of
an automatic pistol. Sheriff Maxwell saw
the pistol. At the same moment he recog-
nized Raymond Hamilton at the wheel.
His hand flew to his holster, but he was
too late.

There was a flash of fire from the front
seat, and the car shot forward. Maxwell,
with his gun out, was now returning shot
for shot. A murderous fusillade came
from the sedan as it careened down the
street with fear-crazed automobilists mak-
ing for cover, and pedestrians trampling
each other in their mad determination to
escape the hail of lead.

“We'll follow them in my car!” shouted
the brave Sheriff, turning to his deputy.
His face went gray as he, for the first
time, caught sight of the body of Deputy
Moore lying in the street. That first
flash from the bandit’s coolly-aimed gun
had pierced the deputy’s heart and killed
him instantly.

EANWHILE, the crowd from the

dance hall poured into the street.
People ran in all directions. An ambu-
lance bell clanged in the distance. Sheriff
Maxwell walked unsteadily over to his
fallen comrade, feeling a red-hot pain
shoot through his shoulder. He steadied
himself, bent over his deputy, glanced re-
vengefully down the street after the ban-
dits. The murder car had disappeared.

Slowly the Sheriff walked to the nearest
telephone. He called his office, gave
crisp orders, then tried to climb into
his car to pursue the killers. But he
sank down on the running board. Here
the ambulance doctors found him a few
minutes later.

The police of Atoka roared out of town
to pick up the trail. Posses were quickly
organized as news of the cold-blooded
murder flashed over the radio to all parts
of the Southwest. The killing of Deputy
Moore sent a shock of horror through
three states. Newspapers screamed head-
lines of the murder and demanded the
capture of the outlaws. Sheriff Maxwell
lay wounded in the hospital.

As soon as he was able to be back on
his fighting feet he took charge of the
man-hunt. While the Sheriff lay helpless
in the hospital the bandit car was speeding
over back roads with Hamilton at the
wheel. Beside him sat Clyde Barrow, with
gun in hand and eyes ever alert. Red-

Master Detective

haired Bonnie squeezed in between the
two men; her eyes danced. She always
thrilled to the excitement of dangerous ad-
venture. Her red hair blew flamingly in
the wind as the car tore along.

Hamilton, cool and relaxed, sent the car
forward over the rough dirt roads at a
nerve-racking pace. There was no sound
of laughter now among the three. A quiet,
deadly determination seemed to have en-
veloped them. All night they drove. To-
ward morning Bonnie moved a little.
glanced back at the clouds of dust in the
road behind them.

Later, the three drove into the town of
Carlsbad, New Mexico, and stopped their
car before the home of Bonnie’s aunt who
became worried when she caught sight of
the guns in the possession of her guests.
She questioned her niece about the weap-
ons.

“Sure they carry guns,” the girl laugh-
ingly assured her. “Everybody carries
guns these days.”

But the aunt wasn’t convinced; she was
frightened. The two young men ordered
her about, and the blond one was espe-

‘cially arrogant. She wanted to call the

police but dared not. One day they
pushed her too far, and she slipped over
to a neighbor’s and telephoned the Sheriff.

He pricked up his ears when she con-
fided her fears to him and described the
car in which her three guests arrived. He
shouted to his deputy: “Go over and
have a look at the car those three kids are
driving. It answers the description of one
stolen in the neighborhod a few days
ago.

T was the 14th of August when the dep-
uty went over to the house of Bonnie’s
aunt. A. sedan was parked in the drive-
way at the side. He walked around it,
then opened the doors and peered inside.
Yes, he believed it was the stolen car. The
officer didn’t see a blond man stealing
noiselessly around the side of the house,
pulling a gun from his pocket as he
stealthily approached.

“Throw ’em up toward the sky!” The
command was stern and sharp.

The deputy was taken completely off
guard. The moment he looked up he
recognized Hamilton. From around the
house came Clyde Barrow and Bonnie.
The girl’s eyes blazed with anger. Her
voice cursed the aunt who had betrayed
them.

With his companions ready for a get-
away, Hamilton took the deputy’s gun
from his holster and tersely ordered him
into the rear seat. Within a few minutes
the car was speeding through the town,
making for the open road. Hamilton
drove, with Clyde beside him, gun in hand
covering the deputy. The hard-faced, red-
haired Bonnie sat beside the deputy with
an automatic pistol trained on his heart.

The unfortunate official glanced. up and
down the streets. Perhaps someone would
see him in the car and realize what was
taking place. They passed several people
he knew; he wondered what he could do
to attract their attention. But he was un-
armed and at the mercy of desperate kill-
ers. It would have been foolhardy to
make a move. They headed for Houston.

Back in Carlsbad the kidnapping had
been discovered. Posses searched the
countryside all night, but in the morning
they were forced to return home worn out
and discouraged—the bandits had disap-
peared. However, at ten o'clock that
morning the telephone rang in the Sheriff's
office.

His hand reached for the receiver as his
body sagged into the chair before his desk.
“Yes?” he said. As he listened a smile
brightened his face; his deputy had been
released, unharmed, in San Antonio.
Texas, a few minutes previously,

When Hamilton had been captured
three weeks before | took office, | had
considered it a wonderful piece of good
fortune. Now | must recapture him
and | felt my inexperience keenly. But
I was determined that one day | would
put handcuffs on this outlaw. I laid my
plans carefully on this morning of Jan-
uary 16th, 1934. I had discovered that the
bandit travelled over back country roads
whenever possible, so I sent posses of offi-
cers over the countryside to search for the
fugitives.

our after hour throughout that hectic
day we waited, hoping for word of the
capture, issuing new orders every few min-
utes to the hundreds of police officials and
posses of civilians at work. It soon be-
came apparent that the wily Hamilton had
slipped through our hands once more.

EWS of bank robberies in Iowa and

Oklahoma drifted back to Dallas. One
day Floyd Hamilton picked up Jimmy
Mullen and the two ove out of town
to the old road hangout where Raymond
was waiting for them. The dapper little
bandit was driving a high-powered, expen-
sive car, his prison clothes had been
changed for immaculately pressed ones,
and his light-gray fedora sat at a jaunty
angle on his blond head.

“Here’s your money, Mullen,” he said,
handing the ex-convict $675. “And Floyd.
take this five hundred dollars and try to
arrange a pardon for Fred Yost, the trusty
who smuggled the guns to me. Now I'm
going up to Wichita Falls and get Mary
0 they k

“They'll pick you up sure if you go
there,” Floyd warned him, “Don't forget
it was a woman put you in the pen.”

But the young outlaw squared his shoul-
ders, said a hurried good-by and speeded
northward, leaving Floyd and Mullen
standing in the road staring after him.

*x* *

_ Hamilton entered Wichita Falls, Texas,
in the dead of night. He persuaded the
twenty-year-old adventure loving Mary
O’Dare to go with him. She had obtained
a divorce from Hamilton’s former partner.
Gene O’Dare. Before morning the young
couple had joined Clyde and Bonnie who
were hiding out, waiting for them.

A green sedan drove into the town of
Lancaster, Texas, a few days later, Feb-
ruary 27th. The sedan parked a block
from the private bank of R. P. Henry and
Sons. Two young men climbed from the
car and strolled toward the bank. When
they entered they saw Mr. L. L. Henry at
the cashier’s window accepting a deposit
from O. L. Worley, a customer. Another
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knuckles of the woman’s hands were white
as she gripped the stair railing. Her knees
shook. She half fell down the remaining
stairs into the store below. Hamilton
walked coolly up to her. With his auto-
matic pressed against the terrified woman.
Hamilton ordered her over to the safe.

As she rounded the counter she caught
sight of the still body. It lay face down
in a pool of blood. She shrieked. Clyde
clamped his hand over her mouth, while
Raymond thrust his gun into her face.
“Get that safe open!”

Like a person walking in her sleep, Mrs.
Bucher automatically turned the safe dials.
Thrusting his gun into his pocket Hamil-
ton leaped across the counter and cleaned
the safe of its valuables. The desperadoes
backed toward the entrance, still covering
the dazed woman with their weapons.
They jumped into their car, and driving
swiftly out of Hillsboro, vanished into the

spring night. :

THe Bucher killing was the first major
crime committed by these two despera-
does whose names were to be scrawled in
scarlet across the Southwest. The next
big crime of their career that I recalled as
showing Hamilton’s method of operation
was the Neuhoff Packing Company hold-
up in Dallas.

On the afternoon of August Ist, two
men drove up to the packing company’s
front entrance. Miss Elsie Weischlager,
in the front office, was busily arranging
the pay-rolls. She was intent on her work
and didn’t notice the door-quietly opening

Outlaw Terror
(Continued from page 23)

until a shadow moved across her desk.
Then she looked up, startled.

Hamilton stepped forward and swiftly
pulled a gun from inside his shirt. The
terrified bookkeeper stared into the barrel
of an automatic. In a voice scarcely
above a whisper she called: “Mr. Neu-
hoff!”

Joe and Henry Neuhoff were working in
the rear of the room, unaware of what
was happening in the front office. At the
frightened call they leaped to their feet.
But Barrow had a gun trained on them;
they were helpless. Hamilton demanded:

“Where's the money?”

“There in front of you on Miss Weis-
chlager’s desk.”

Joe Neuhoff’s hand reached out cau-
tiously for the telephone on his desk. Quick
as a cat, Hamilton sprang at him, grabbed
the telephone and jerked it from the
wall. Then, with stern eyes and a mouth
that barely opened, he addressed the ter-
rified group in the office:

“Try that again and we'll kill you!”

Raymond stuck his gun in his shirt and
with agile fingers scooped up the money,
$400, and deposited it in a paper bag,
while Clyde covered the three people in
the room. When he had stuffed the last
bill into the paper bag Hamilton ad-
dressed Barrow:

“Come on!”

The bandits ran toward the street, bang-
ing the office door shut after them. The
moment the door closed, Joe Neuhoff
leaped from his desk and dashed into the
street. A black coupé was pulling away
from the .curb. “Bandits!” he yelled,

pointing at the car. Then he dodged out
of sight. The muzzle of a machine-gun
was pointing at him from the auto’s rear
window. The bandit car turned a corner
and disappeared.

Within five days following the Neuhoff
robbery, Clyde Barrow’s sweetheart, Bon-
nie Parker, joined the outlaws. She, with
her gun-toting proclivities, was a distinct
addition to their murdering powers. The
next tragedy was outside my state, but it
was another example of the cold-blood-
edness of this trio.

N the town of Atoka, Oklahoma, a

dance was in progress when a car with
three noisy, laughing young people drove
up before the dance hall. For several
blocks the street was packed solidly with
parked cars. Sheriff é G. Maxwell had
taken one of his deputies, Eugene
Moore, and had gone over to see that
the traffic laws were being enforced. He
noticed the car with its three noisy occu-
pants.

He heard the red-haired girl sitting be-
tween the two young men in the front
seat say: “That's a good one—that car
right there.” Then one of the men said
something in a lowered voice and the
three burst into loud laughter. Drunk.
decided the Sheriff. The voices of the
trio mounted higher. They became more

’ boisterous.

“Come on,” he said to his deputy, “let’s
go over and question them. If they've
come here to dance why don’t they go in-
side and not sit out here yelling like that?”

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check. The two men stepped up to the
window and stood behind Mr. Worley.

“Nice weather we're having,” the de-
positor was saying. As Mr. Henry returned
his bank book, Mr. Worley looked at him,
startled. For the cashier's face was white
as paper, and his eyes bulged in a strange
way. One.of the men behind Worley
spoke:

“This is a hold-up!”

Unconsciously Worley turned in the di-
rection of the voice and found himself
staring into the muzzle of a revolver not
three inches from his head.

A blond young man in a well tailored
light gray suit, and gray fedora, was hold-
ing the weapon, his long fingers moved
ever so slightly against the trigger as he
issued orders in a steady voice:

“Throw up your hands! Both of you
get to the back of the cage! Be quick and
don't try to pull anything!”

The second bandit sent the other cus-
tomer into the cage.

The small, strong-jawed blond bandit
regarded the three men sternly: “Sit down
on the floor! Keep your hands up!”

He drew a burlap bag from his pocket
and while his dark companion guarded the
prisoners with a sawed-off shotgun, the
blond man’s agile fingers moved swiftly
from one teller’s drawer to another, scoop-
ing up the money and depositing it in the

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burlap bag. Presently he stared coolly at
the pale-faced Henry and announced:

“Now we'll open the safe.”

The bandit shifted the burlap bag to his
left hand and pointed his gun at Henry.
The teller arose and led the way; he fum-
bled a moment with the lock; his hand
was unsteady but he finally got the safe
open. Then he was ordered to go back
and join the others in the cage again.

The young robber entered the vault, his
swift fingers working almost magically as
he took package after package of cur-
rency from the safe’s shelves and stuffed
them into the burlap bag. In less than
a minute he had rejoined his fellow bandit
and, with the bag grasped firmly in one
hand, he again brought his revolver into
play as he demanded:

“Is there a rear entrance?”

“Yes, back there at the side.”

“Get over to it and make it snappy!”

The three frightened men, their hands
still held unsteadily above their heads,
hurriedly obeyed the command. The gray-
suited robber followed; there was no feel-
ing of undue hurry in his movements, no
tenseness. He stepped to the door, opened
it, and waved to a man sitting in the
green sedan a block away.

The sedan bounded away from the curb
and came speeding toward the bank’s side
entrance. It did not stop, but as it came
opposite the door it slowed down. The
two bandits sprang from the entrance and
jumped in.

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The three hold-up victims dashed into
the street; tried to get the number of the
fleeing automobile as it turned east on
Wilmer Road. But in a second it was out
of sight. Mr. Henry summoned the police
and notified the Burns Detective Agency
in Dallas. Detective M. E. Hannon, in
charge of the Dallas office of the agency
hurried to the scene. The police were al-
ready hard at work when he arrived.

Deputy Sheriff Decker of Lancaster and
Detective Hannon set out to trace the
green Chevrolet sedan. It was soon lo-
cated, abandoned, a few miles away. The
officers learned that a small, red-haired
woman, in a Ford sedan, had met the ban-
dits at the spot where the Chevrolet had
been deserted. The Ford had almost run
down a farmer driving his truck to town
and he had seen it travelling at a high
rate of speed toward Oklahoma.

FrEDERAL officers joined the local and
State police in the frantic search for the
outlaws, who had by this time been iden-
tified as Clyde Barrow and the daring
Hamilton. Sheriffs, deputies, Texas Rang-
ers and police from all over Texas and
Oklahoma worked to corner the fugitives.
The robbers had taken nearly $5,000.
Broadcasts were sent all over Texas and
to neighboring states, and in Dallas I got
word that Hamilton was again on the ram-
page. For days | had been working on
first one scheme, then another to try to
outwit the wily bandit, but now all I could
do was exactly what had been done a
dozen times before—order all roads
guarded, all entrances to towns and the
city watched and cars stopped and ex-
amined, and send posses to comb the back
country in the hope of capturing the
criminals. It was discouraging.
Persistent rumors came to me that the
outlaws often hid in Dallas at the cottages
of Floyd Hamilton or the sister, Lillie Mc-
Bride. My deputies watched these two
places constantly, but now | determined
to investigate the two houses myself. At
both | was doomed to disappointment,
there was no sign that the fugitives had
been there or were expected, and | could
get nothing from questioning the sister

hound hunt, Berning began rapidly to take
on all the attributes of a phantom slayer
of fiction. And it certainly seemed as if
there was some reason for the assumption.
for with clue after clue followed up and
a dozen or more suspects caught and ex-
amined, the capture of the killer himself
appeared as remote as ever.

With the failure of the latest search
there was a tendency also to swing back
to the former belief that Berning himself
had written “finis” to his career, as the
note had stated—that some day his body
would bob up in the bay, or his bullet
punctured form be found in some out of
the way spot. But Captain Strickland
and [ still clung to eur original idea—
that the slayer was not only alive but
either in Tacoma or its vicinity.

About eleven o'clock that morning—Sat-
urday—while Captain Strickland and his
weary posse were snatching a few hours
rest after their strenuous night, the tele-
phone in the office of the Pierce County
sheriff rang. Over the wire came the shrill
voice of a woman:

“Is this the Sheriff's office?”

“Yes,” came the reply.

“While I was driving back to Tacoma
with a friend we were stopped near Hyle-
bos by a rancher named Herman Grafin.
He hasn't any telephone, so he asked us to

Master Detective

Joe Palmer, who participated in the
escape from Eastham Prison

and brother of young Hamilton.

Meanwhile, the black Ford sedan was
ae the outlaws northeast. They had
successfully slipped through the police
lines and posses guarding the roads and
were weaving their way in and out of
country back roads through Arkansas, in-
to Missouri and on up into Illinois, fin-
ally coming to a halt at Terre Haute, In-
diana.

They were now hundreds of miles from
the scene of their latest crime. and
also from all their known haunts. A mo-
mentous crisis in the lives of Ray Hamil-
ton and Clyde Barrow was in the making.

Ever since Mary O’Dare had joined
them a feeling of dissatisfaction had been
growing within the gang. They reached
the outskirts of Terre Haute on a raw,
wintry day; the ground was covered with
snow and ice.

The occupants of the Ford V-8 sedan
were cold; it was late afternoon and the
hadn't eaten since morning. The car skid-
ded a little as Raymond pulled it to a stop
at the side of the ice-covered, rutty road.
There was nothing in sight, not even a
farmhouse. Hamilton looked at Clyde,
then suggested:

Murder in the Corridor

(Continued from page 48)

call you as soon as we got in and tell you
he just saw that murderer, Berning!

“The man came out of the woods and
stood in a clearing for a moment till a
car came along and then he ran back into
the woods.” She paused an instant, then
added breathlessly: “Grafin said to tell
you he was sure it was Berning; and to
come quick!”

The deputy needed no urging. Pausing
only to thank the woman for her informa-
tion, he quickly passed the word along.
Within twenty minutes a dozen heavily
armed officers were speeding toward Hy-
lebos. Grafin, a tall, weather-beaten
rancher was waiting for them, and at once
conducted them to the spot where he had
noticed the killer standing.

As the officers reached the clearing they
glanced at each other with expressions ap-
proaching dismay. And well they might.
for Hylebos which is only a few miles
from Des Moines, is a continuation of
that same brush-covered, heavily wooded
country with which the posses had had to
contend on previous hunts. The thoughts
of all were expressed by one deputy who
nudged his companion:

“If that bird picked this place to hide
in, he’s a smart one. Why, it’d take an
army to rout him out of here!” And the
others agreed.

“Let’s get out the burlap bag and divide
her up.”

“Okay.”

The three men got in the back of the
sedan, Bonnie and Mary sat in the front.
The big bag’s contents was emptied on to
the sedan’s floor and the blond bandit
leader got down on hands and knees and
began counting it. His eyes shone excit-
edly—there was $4,176—this was more
money than he had seen in a long time;
it would buy wonderful presents for Mary.
He quickly stacked it into three piles while
Clyde and Henry Methvin, who had es-
caped from prison with Hamilton and
joined the gang, watched him.

“What are you dividing it into three
piles for?” demanded Clyde suddenly
“Bonnie’s in on this.”

Hamilton looked at his friend in startled
surprise. “Not unless Mary is,” he said
definitely.

“Listen! Don’t try to pull a fast one! |
tell you Bonnie is in on the money!” An
ugly look was in the dark bandit’s eyes.
his mouth twisted angrily.

“That’s not fair.” Raymond’s voice was
placating. “Methvin has no girl so it’s not
fair for us to count Bonnie and Mary in
—Bonnie doesn’t get counted in unless
Mary does. We're all taking an equal
chance.”

Two deep lines had formed between the
desperate Hamilton’s eyes, his mouth had
widened, the strong jaw shot forward. He
hadn’t taken his eyes off Barrow. The
right hand of his partner reached into his
gun pocket, while Raymond looked at him
unbelievingly. Mary screamed—he glanced
around, and saw Bonnie had her gun out.

Will the hair-trigger tempers of
these two major outlaws flame into a
gun fight? Will the desperadoes bring
things to such a showdown that the
law will see these two outlaw terrors
divorced—and thus weakened?

Read of the tremendous effect this
quarrel over loot was to have in the
career of Hamilton, in the next install-
ment of this story, appearing in the
April issue of MASTER, DETECTIVE,
at all news stands March 12th.

Nevertheless, the officers, dividing into
parties of three, set grimly to work, scour-
ing the almost impenetrable brush as thor-
oughly as their inadequate numbers
would permit. Finally, after three hours
of Intensive search they gave it up. and.
convinced it was just another false alarm.
returned to the city.

O* their arrival at Headquarters, they
passed the tip along to the police for
what it was worth, not hesitating to tell
them that they believed it to be phonev
But the police authorities took a different
view of the matter. Within ten minutes.
Captain Strickland had me on the tele-
phone, again requesting the use of the
dogs I had lent him the night before.

It was then three o'clock in the after-
noon. In order to make the most of the
remaining daylight hours, | told him |
would rush my men te the spot, joining
forces with his party there.

When | informed Sears and Hughes of
Captain Strickland’s request. they were
both glad to have another try at the elu-
sive slayer. As for “Mickey,” he jumped
at the chance.

“Maybe the dogs’ll get an even break
this time!” he exclaimed. and I could see
that the criticism of the hounds. still
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A sneering, pompous little braggart, he was described by
an old officer as “a kid who’d do anything to keep from
being tagged as a ‘square john’ or a ‘working stiff’!

“This kind of attitude,” he explained, “grows and gets
out of hand. To show you what I mean—years later, Ray
wanted to kill a buddy, Joe Palmer, for no good reason,
except that Joe’was sick and didn’t want to help in a bank

stick-up!”

As soon as Ray was big enough to drive and pack a .45,
he was knocking over gas stations, drugstores and in no time
at all was in the bank robbery category. Soon he teamed
up with Clyde: Barrow and Bonnie Parker, the mad-dog
desperadoes who finally went to their ambush deaths after
some dozen murders.

Ray thought of himself as a Robin Hood type, loved to
boast of the banks he’d knocked over but never would
admit any killings—usually blaming them on the Barrows.
But it soon became apparent that he would get caught cold-
turkey in one.

The first that could be pinned on him happened when
he and another punk pulled a piddling $70 stickup at Hills-
boro, Tex. The victim, a merchant named John Bucher, was
fatally shot. Later on, captured after another caper, Ray
was identified as the killer. And, following a trial punctuated
by the kidnaping of a state’s witness and anonymous threats
to jurors, he was convicted and luckily got off with life.

Ray was sent to the Eastham farm of the Texas Prison
System, bragging as he entered that he wouldn’t be there
long. In fact, he got explicit and claimed that Clyde and
Bonnie would spring him. But, since just at that time every
loser in the yard was claiming the much publicized pair as
bosom friends, prison officials put this down as so much
eyewash,

But not long afterwards, guards were watching convicts
on wood-chopping chores when Ray, Joe Palmer and Irvin
(Blackie) Thompson suddenly turned on their captors with
pistols which had been smuggled to them.

Simultaneously, tommy-guns began chattering from a
nearby grove. Panicked, guards looked up to see—just like
the man had said—Clyde and Bonnie, backed up by Floyd,
directing the operation.

There was a lot of blood-letéing and a guard named Major
Crowson fell dead of a bullet fired by Ray. After his escape,
he joined with the Barrows in a crime spree that had the
population trembling from the Gulf to the Middle West.

Texas banks at Lewisville, Grand Prairie, West and Lan-
caster were hit, then the gang skipped over to Prentiss,
Miss., and other points for jobs.

Dallas cops got word that Ray, wanting a rest after an
East Texas heist, was coming home. They took over a girl
friend’s house and waited. Ray blew in shortly but, through
some animal-like faculty, sensed trouble and stopped short
of the house. The cops yelled a command and he started
shooting. Two officers were wounded and Ray was hurt
slightly. But he got away.

Somehow he and the Barrows became at odds. There had
been a killing at Atoka, Okla., and it had been chalked up
to him and the couple. Ray wrote his lawyer an indignant
letter from New Orleans, denying his participation.

“I haven’t been with the Barrows since the Lancaster
job,” he insisted. “‘They’re not my speed!”

The fact was that Clyde and Bonnie, whose names had
become synonyms for wanton murder, had kicked Ray out
of the gang because of his senseless brutality.

Clyde took up the correspondence, writing to the Dallas
district attorney from McKinney, Tex.

“So Raymond Hamilton never killed anybody?” he de-
manded in an illiterately typed message. “If he can make a
jury believe that, I’m willing to come in and be tryed my-
self!” He went on to demand that officers check carefully
into several crimes, including several murders, that had
been attributed only to the couple. Ray, whom the letter
referred to as a yellow punk, had no answer to this.

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police cruisers and’ the ambulance arriv-
ing at the hotel.

“Then he handed me the gun and
wanted me to shoot him. We scuffled and
the gun went off. It made a hole in the
ceiling that Johnny patched up.”

It was a great relief to her, she went
on, that Mighetto had confessed. She
termed the slayer “extremely jealous,
especially concerning Bernstein, even
though he had no cause to be.” ’

Why had Mighetto wanted Wynell to
shoot him? Had he lacked the courage to
do it himself or did he want to drag
Wynell in at the finish. “I wish I knew
what he had on his mind,” sighed the
dancer. “At first he had seemed so nice,
then I guess he just went crazy.”

Ironically, the tip that had led to
Mighetto’s downfall had no connection
with the murder. He actually had been
burning infested clothing; Bernstein’s
blood had not gotten on his clothing.
Mighetto led officers to the weapon. He
had hidden the .32 caliber Colt automatic
in a cracked water fountain at a mid-
city point. The weapon was identified by
ballistics tests as the murder gun.

Mighetto had purchased the gun from
a Kansas City, Kan., shop on Minnesota
Avenue, giving as his name Joe Lane, 26,
San Antonio, Tex. The purchase was made
five weeks before commissioners of that
city passed a restrictive weapons brdi-
nance. “e

Why had Mighetto slain Bernstein?

“He was trying to make her into some-
thing I didn’t want her to be,” his state-
ment read. Mighetto had gone to Bern-
stein’s room and found him in bed. He
didn’t recall the heated words exchanged
but remembered laying his pistol on the

night stand so Bernstein would know he
meant business.

“I told him he had to quit seeing Wynell
and he laughed. I saw him grab for the
pistol but I got it first. He came at me
and I hit him on the head with the gun.
Then I fired, I don’t know how many
times. I had to do something. He was
trying to get Wynell start
balls.”

Wynell was asked if she had two-timed
Mighetto?

“Just a little bit,” she replied with a
wink, “but not with Bernstein.”

The woman’s voice believed heard just
before the shooting?

It certainly wasn’t mine,” flashed
Wynell, bristling for the first time under
interrogation. Nor, she added, were the
earrings hers, The earrings ended up as a
missing link, obviously just forgotten by
one of Bernstein’s callers. Ownership
never was traced,

Mighetto, facing a first degree murder
charge, was remanded to the county jail
without bond. His confession cleared the
last of thirty-four homicides in Kansas
City in 1955. The Allen case ended with
the arrest, confession and execution Feb-
ruary 24 of Arthur Ross Brown. (Bound
Corpse in Lovers’ Lane in March 1956
issue of Starting Derectrve.)

Within a night or two, Wynell Bettis was
back at the Jungle Club where her sinuous
movements in three shows nightly were

helping to lure in the trade. Shortly be-.

fore going on stage one recent night,
Wynell looked into her double scotch and
summed up her feelings for Mighetto in a
sentence:

“T feel real sorry for him, . . I really do.”
(The name Jan Thayer is fictitious to pro-

tect the identity of a person innocently in-
volved in the investigation.—The Editor)

Those Terrible Texans

[Continued from page 8]

hemmed up, caught, and put to trial for
the killing of Major Crowson. He lost,
this time drawing a ticket for the last-
mile walk.

He entered the Death House with the °

same old assurance. “I’ll be out pronto!”
he boasted.

Guards, who had learned through sad
experience, watched him closely. Notwith-
standing, one Sunday during a prison ball
game, his cell door was suddenly thrown
open and he ran for it. What happened
was that two cons, Whitey Walker and
Charlie Frazer, had bribed an employee
to supply them with guns and had taken
over. Ray and his pal, Joe Palmer, dropped
over the wall and got away. As for their
benefactors, Walker was killed and
Frazer wounded.

If there ever was a man with an en-
larged ego, that was Ray Hamilton. Feel-
ing he hadn’t gotten the kind of publicity
he deserved, he contacted a Houston
newspaperman—Harry McCormick—and
met with him in a roadside press con-
ference one dark night. But, just so Mc-
Cormick didn’t call in his story too fast,
Ray bound him up hand and foot at the

conclusion of the interview!

Having alienated most of his pals, Ray
found the going tougher now. Soon broke,
hungry and unarmed, he holed up in the
Fort Worth railraad yards and persuaded
a young drifter to ask help from a former
acquaintance in Dallas. The kid, not real-

izing whom he was representing, barged
into Dallas openly asking directions.
Chief Deputy Sheriff Bill Decker, getting
the word, promptly rushed to Fort Worth
and arrested the shame-faced killer with-
out incident,

This time the executioner was not
cheated, though—according to one of
Ray’s biographers—35,000 persons peti-

> tioned Governor James V. Allred to com-

mute the sentence. Nobody, however,
spoke up for Joe Palmer, his less colorful
confederate, and Joe followed Ray to the
chair on May 10, 1935.

Not long before, Ray’s sister—Margie—
had married a young construction worker
named Herbert Franklin Fairris while
still in her early ’teens. She gave birth
to a son, Bethel Raymond and, just be-
fore the execution, to Herbie, Jr. Both
soon matriculated into the West Dallas
crime training school. :

Meanwhile, Floyd Hamilton had not
been idle. Off and on, he had fooled
around with the Barrows until they were
cut down by a posse near Arcadia, La.
For helping them, he drew a two-year
federal term for harboring. Upori its com-
pletion, he immediately knocked over a
bank in Arkansas. For this he was sent
to Alcatraz. Figuring he could beat the
old jinx, he and a couple of cronies over-
powered guards, dropped out a shop win-
dow and started to swim for it. However,
the vital link in their plan had been over-
looked in their haste—they forgot to take
along some large cans which were to keep
them afloat. They floundered around in
the swift water, and finally gave up after
taking a beating against the rocks at the

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Running true to family form, Cousin Betty Hamilton like-
wise was in no position to visit the condemned bandit.

L. early January, 1956, a slight, pasty-faced youth—just
turned 22—sat in Death Row of the Oklahoma State Pen-
itentiary at McAlester, pondering how to forestall his execu-
tion which was slated for the 18th of that month.

The prisoner, whose name was Herbie Fairris, Jr., had
been convicted of killing an Oklahoma City detective during
an attempted hijacking nearly three years earlier.

Thus far Herbie’s pleas for clemency had fallen on deaf
ears, an important reason being that cop-killing seldom pro-
vokes much sympathy. Once a rodeo performer and some-
thing of an amateur boxer, it was now that he really had
need of some loyal fans. But Herbie, who had got stuck
with the nickname “Ducky” after a fad in masculine ‘hair
styling, had a short, flippant manner which hadn’t ingratiated
him with the do-gooders who frequently spring to the aid
of condemned men.

Even a self-administered wrist slashing a few weeks
earlier, followed by a dramatic scene for the benefit of re-
porters at the hospital, still hadn’t thawed any hearts.

Well, when other means fail, a fellow just has to look
to his family for help. That is, if his family hasn’t disowned
him out of shame.

Ducky’s hadn’t. No, not hardly.

True, his people hadn’t visited him. The reason was that
they just couldn’t get away; jails are made that way.

His mother, who had remarried after divorcing his father,
had shot to death Husband No. 2 and, just now, was doing
a five-year jolt for likewise doing in No. 3.

His father, Herbie, Sr., having served two terms for bur-
glary, was behind bars after being indicted for yet another
theft.

An older brother, Bethel Raymond, was doing twelve years

BY JAMES KERR

comfort the condemned killer. They couldn't; all but one were behind bars

| TERRIBLE TEXAN

Herbie Sr., did what he could for his son but it wasn’t
enough. He is shown with brother Iwana (seated), a lifer.

for a 1950 jewel robbery at Houston. So much for the im-
mediate family. To continue, he had an uncle—his dad’s
brother. But it was doubtful if Uncle Iwana could be of
much help either, being under a life term as an habitual
criminal in Texas with a Dallas D.A. still claiming that
even this wasn’t enough!

Now his mother had a brother, a guy named Floyd Hamil-
ton. No help for Ducky from him, however. Uncle Floyd, who
was once the FBI’s Public Enemy No. 1, was doing a long
stretch in Alcatraz for bank robbery. Cousin Betty, Floyd’s
daughter, had likewise joined caged society after a recent

burglary.

Ducky, in his plight, might well ‘have speculated about
yet another, though departed, member of his felonious fam-
ily—an uncle named Raymond Hamilton, also his mother’s
brother. During the early 1930’s, Ray Hamilton blazed a trail
of scteaming headlines with sensational holdups and kill-
ings. Of more interest to Ducky at the moment were the
recollections of two daring crash-outs from Texas prisons,
the second being from Death Row.

Now that’s the kind of talent’a guy ought to inherit!

Uncle Ray, who in a sense “founded” the clan, had really
started something. In two and a half decades, no less than
five killings had been laid to them, untold robberies and
other violent crimes, and their aggregate terms would prob-
ably have covered a millenium or two.

Though at the present the clan had all but gotten itself
out of circulation one way or another, this was not always
so. Ray’s folks were honest and hard-working but their boy
had no yen to carry on the tradition. Like many another bad-
man of the Southwest, Ray was spawned in the river-bottom
slums of West Dallas, Tex.

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SANTA BARBARA'S KINKY LOVE TRIANGLE CLIMAXED WITH A ee

For the complete story of the
Pamela Smart case, see the June
1992 issue of True Detective.

Court in Exeter. Raymond
Fowler, who waited in the car,
drew a term of 15 to 30 years.
Getaway driver Vance Lattime
received a sentence of 18 years
to life. The pair. who did the kill-
ing — William Flynn and Patrick
Randall—were each meted out
terms of 28 years to life.on their
negotiated charges of second-de-
gree murder. Randall was the
last one to be sentenced by
Judge Kenneth McHugh on Fri-
day, August 21st, thereby
ringing down the final curtain
on the case.

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HONG KONG
OCTOBER 14, 1992

WHEN 20-year-old Lung Chik-
ngai asked his elderly father for
the equivalent of $129 so that
he could rent a beeper, the 82-
year-old man refused, not realiz-
ing that he was signing his own
death warrant. According to the
report broadcast over the gov-
ernment-owned radio, Lung
reacted to his dad’s refusal by
getting a length of rope and
strangling the older man. Then
Lung took the money he wanted
and went out to buy himself the
desired beeper. No reason was
given as to why Lung wanted
the device, but it is well known

14 Inside Detective

colony.

Upon his arrest, Lung asserted
that his father’s death had been
an accident. Tried before a high
court jury, Lung Chik-ngai was
convicted of manslaughter and
on Wednesday, October 14th, he
was sentenced to eight years in

prison.

RIVERHEAD, NEW YORK

by luk TX (Harris) 11/1
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currently top the list of status
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NOVEMBER 4, 1992

A. LONG ISLAND doctor who
was convicted of the December
1990 murder of his wife in the
couple’s Bayport residence had
to take his medicine, adminis-
tered by Judge Michael Mullen,
in Suffolk County Court on
Wednesday, November 4th. Be-
fore being sentenced, however,
48-year-old Dr. Robert J. Reza
recited some poetry by William
Butler Yeats in what his defense
attorney described as an effort
to allow a glimpse, in literary
terms, into Reza’s tortured soul.
It was on Decernber 12, 1990,
in the early-morning hours of
that Wednesday, that the doctor
shot his wife, 47-year-old Mar-
ilyn Reza, in the head while she
was asleep, and then strangled
her with a necktie. Dr. Reza lat-
er admitted to committing the

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DR. ROBERT J. REZA

f ng

ne7 crime, but he claimed mental de-

fect, which is New York State’s
insanity defense. He testified,
during his trial on a charge of
second-degree murder, that the
pressures of what he began to
view as a hypocritical lifestyle,

- which included an affair with

another woman, caused him to

snap. The jury didn’t buy the de-
fense claims, however, and after
a six-hour deliberation over a pe-

‘riod of two days, they found

Reza guilty as charged.
Reza’s poetic appeal didn’t

: sway Judge Mullen, either, even

though the jurist was described
as a Yeats devotee. The judge
prescribed a sentence of 25
years to life for the deadly doc-

‘tor.

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HUNTSVILLE, TEXAS
NOVEMBER 19, 1992

AFTER SITTING on Texas’
death row for the last 13 years,
37-year-old Jeffery Lee Griffin,
convicted of a 1979 murder,
faced ultimate justice with a
laugh and a smile in the early
morning of Thursday, November
19th. His petitions for a re-
prieve, based on a claim of
mental incompetence, were re-
jected by the United States
Supreme Court and several lower
courts on the previous day.

Griffin was convicted of the
stabbing murder of 19-year-old
David Sobotik, the manager of a «
Houston convenience store, fol-
lowing a robbery on March 12,
1979. He also stood charged
with the slaying of 7-year-old
Horacio DeLeon, who was ab-
ducted from the store along with
Sobotik. Griffin was never tried
for the boy’s murder because he
was sentenced to death for
Sobotik’s murder. He was sim-
uarly charged, but not tried, for
the slaying of a waitress a year
before the convenience-store
robbery.

Griffin, a former carpet work-
er who claimed he was a fashion
model, joked and laughed with
the prison chaplain and the wit-

(Continued on page 74)

‘Grittin to Hunts-

as renOve
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the executlon’ order.

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SENTENCED TO DIE—George Griffir, 25, negro, is pictured leaving the Criminal Dis-
trict Court room after he was assessed the death sentence- for conviction of rapé in
connection with a hammer attack June, 19:10, on Mrs. A. J. Haynes. Sheriff John Har-
ney (wearing hat) and Deputy €.-J. Sutton are escorting the negro {rom the ‘court-
room, while Deputy J. ES Baxter holds door open.

ws: ’ .
~ Catler. Times News . Servi:
AUSTIN, Feb. “6.—Legi
sponsors ‘of the “fair trade :
the “House of Representati\
two newcomers— Rep.
Cato’ of Weatherford and
A Craig 6f Miarsi.

A special interest of dr
and other mefchants who
like-cutting, the fair trac
would allow manufacturers
prices on all standard brand
les. and foods, |

Forty-four other states ha
acted the fair trade bill, av
‘to Rep. Craig, as a safeguard
dependent merchants.

Two. years ago the Texas
lature finally passed the fai
bill after several weeks «
bustering In the Senate, Ac
passed, however, it includ
amendment sponsored by
ponents which said the bil¢
not be effective if found to
confvlict with the Texas an!
laws.

Upon receiving fe bill f:
Legislature, Gover™or W. 1
Daniel requested an opinic
the attorney general regard
validity. The attorney gene:
that the bill was in confl:
the anti-trust laws and th:
by its own terms, it «
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of Sau Antonio, who led tl
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ago.

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nesses who’d filed into the death
chamber to view the execution.
He told the chaplain, “I want to

say bye to my mom-—I love her...

my aunt...my flancee: in
England. I’m going to be free.”

In his final moments before
the execution, Griffin quipped to
the witnesses and the chaplain,
“Tl see you one day when you
get where I’m going.’’ Nodding
at an assistant warden, he said,
‘““You’re a good warden. I’ll see
you. I’m ready.”’

Jeffery Lee Griffin was exe-
cuted by lethal injection. Six
minutes after the lethal needle
was applied, he was pronounced
dead at 1:17 a.m., Eastern
Standard Time.

(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 14)

ATMORE, ALABAMA
NOVEMBER 20, 1992
FINAL JUSTICE came to 36-
year-old Cornelius Singleton,
convicted of the 1977 murder of
a Roman Catholic nun, when he
kept his appointment to sit in
the electric chair at the state
prison in Atmore on Friday, No-
vember 20th. Sister Ann Hogan
had gone to pray in a Mobile
cemetery on November 18,
1977, when Singleton attacked
her. He grabbed her watch and
some other items, and then beat
and strangled her. He tried to
hide her corpse under some rub-
ble in the cemetery.

Singleton was tried and found
guilty of the murder in 1981. As

the hour of his recent execution
approached, his lawyers sought
a reprieve from the U.S. Su-
preme Court. They advanced the
arguments that Singleton was
slightly retarded, that he had
not been represented by proper
counsel during his trial, and
that as an African-American, he
had not been fairly judged by the
jury which convicted him, a jury
made up of only white persons.
With his last petition rejected,
Cornelius Singleton was exe-
cuted by electrocution, becoming
the 186th person in the nation
to be administered the death
penalty since the Supreme Court
ruling that restored capital pun-
ishment in 1976. 600

sence QO a

AFTER 127 YEARS,U.S. ARMY
UPHOLDS GUILT OF OR. MUDD

His ORDEAL has continued
past his death for little more
than a century and a quarter
since that fateful April morning
in 1865 when one of the na-

74 Inside Detective

After Abraham Lincoln (left) was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth (depicted

above), Booth broke his leg while fleeing. He went to the home of Dr. Samuel
Mudd, who treated him. Was Mudd really in on the plot to kill the President?

tion’s most infamous assassins
showed up at his doorstep. He,
of course, is Dr. Samuel A.

Mudd, the physician who set
John Wilkes Booth’s broken leg
on the morning after Booth as-
sassinated.President Abraham

Lincoln, and as far as the Army
is concerned, Mudd still stands
convicted as a co-conspirator in
the heinous crime.

For 75 years, Dr. Mudd’s de-
scendants have been trying to
prove that the physician was in-

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860 823 FEDERAL REPORTER, 2d SERIES

confession was voluntary. On appeal, the
Texas Court of Criminal Appeals rejected
his argument that, based on Edwards, the
confession was inadmissible because it re-
sulted from police-initiated questioning af-
ter he had invoked his right to counsel.
Griffin v. State, 665 S.W.2d 762 (Tex.Cr.
App.1983). According to the Texas court,
the Edwards rule requiring initiation of
interrogation by the accused was not impli-
cated because Griffin “did not make a gen-
eral request for counsel as Edwards. did”;
rather Griffin asked only to speak to “his”
attorney.? Jd. at 769.

On federal petition for writ of habeas
corpus, the district court also denied the
relief requested. Like the state court, the
district court concluded that Edwards was
distinguishable. In Edwards, the defend-

ant expressed a desire to deal only through —

counsel. Griffin, however, asked only to
speak to his attorney; he never said.to the
police that he would talk only to an, attor-
ney. When Griffin’s attorney refused ‘to
represent him, the questioning properly fo-
cused on clarifying Griffin’s request for
counsel. In response, Griffin stated he did

not want to talk to an attorney at that ©

time. The district court therefore conclud-
ed that Griffin waived his right to counsel.

Ill

According to Griffin, this case ‘is un-
equivocally controlled by Edwards v. Ari-
zona, 451 U.S. 477, 101 S.Ct. 1880, 68
L.Ed.2d 378 (1981). Edwards, he argues,
clearly established that once a defendant
invokes his right to counsel, further ques-
tioning by police officers may not take
place unless (1) the defendant initiates the
interrogation and (2) validly waives his
right to counsel. Griffin asserts that for
purposes of Edwards he invoked his ; gener-
al right to counsel by requesting to’speak
to his attorney. Because his’ confession
resulted from interrogation thereafter initi-
ated by the officers and not by Griffin,’ his
confession should be suppressed.

The state, however, contends: that Ea-
wards is not applicable. » Griffin asked only

2. One judge of the Texas Sourt dissented on the
ground that the majority opinion: “cannot ' be

to speak to his attorney, thereby invoking
his right to counsel only in a limited man-
ner, and not generally, as did the defendant
in Edwards. This request was satisfied
and furthermore, Griffin was given the op-
portunity to talk with another attorney.
He declined to talk to another attorney and
effectively waived his right to counsel.
The state thus argues that Edwards does
not prohibit admission of Griffin’s confes-
sion.

This case turns on whether the Edwards
holding is applicable to these facts. We
therefore turn to a review of the facts that
underlie the Hdwards holding. Edwards
was arrested for first-degree murder. The
police station read his Miranda rights to
him and he agreed to answer questions
asked by the officers. At first he denied
that he was involved and gave an alibi. In
a short while, however, he told the officer
that he wanted to “make a deal.” The
officer told Edwards that he was not autho-
rized to negotiate a deal and gave Edwards
the telephone number of a county attorney.
Edwards began to call the attorney but
stopped and said, “I want an attorney be-
fore making a deal.” The officer then
stopped questioning Edwards at that time,
but the next morning two different officers
went to Edwards’ jail cell. Although Ed-
wards then stated that he did not want to

talk to anyone, the guard told him that “he

had”. to talk to the officers.. When Ed-
wards talked to the officers, he agreed to
give a statement but only after listening to
the recorded statement of his alleged ac-

-complice. Edwards heard the other state-

ment and then agreed to give his own
statement so long as it was not tape record-
ed. He then confessed. .

At trial Edwards ibjacted to the intro-
duction of his confession, but the trial

‘court found it to be voluntary and admitted
it. into evidence. The Arizona Supreme
Court, affirmed onthe. ground that Ed-

squared with Edwards v. “Arizona.” Id. at 770
(Onion, J., dissenting).

(ve GRIFFIN wLYNAUGH 3:

863

Cite as 823 F.2d 856 (Sth Cir. 1987)

fifth amendment protection; nor,have-re-
quests for counsel. been: narrowly’ con-
strued. The defendant's refusal to. give
a written statement without, his, attorney
_ present was a clear request for | the ;As-
sistance of counsel. to,protect his:rights

in his dealings with the police. Such a-
be,.constitutionally

request continues. to

effective despite the defendant’s willing-
* ness to make oral ‘statementsi*\ We con-
. elude, therefore,: thatthe defendant ‘did
‘invoke his rightto counsel: abides: the
‘> fifth and fourteenth: ‘amendments.:
Td. at 831 (quoting Connecticut v. Barret,
197 Conn. 50, 57, 495 A.2d 1044, peciee (tS)
(citations omitted)).

[3] This reasoning, giving broad mean-
ing to limited requests*for counsel, ‘was
rejected by the Supreme'Court. The Court
recognized that an accused may ‘invoke a
limited right to counsel. In ‘this respect,
Barrett had invoked his right to’ counsel
only with respect to written statements; he

had not asked for counsel. tobe present:

when he gave an oral statement. Since his
request for counsel was limited to written
statements, the Court held that the police
officers were required to. honor. his request
only to that extent.. . The Court explained:
Interpretation is only ‘required where the
defendant’s words, understood as .ordi-
nary people would understand them, are
ambiguous. Here, however, Barrett

made clear his intentions, and they were’.
honored by police. To.conclude that re-

spondent invoked his right to counsel. for
all purposes requires not.a broad inter-
pretation of an ambiguous statement,
but a disregard of the ordinary meaning
of respondent’s statement.

‘Id. 107 S.Ct. at 8823 *

ike

att.

“S.Additionally, Justice . Bd noted
that Edwards was only, a-prophylactic rule

3. This view comports with’ our: ‘efusal’ to give
any “talismanic quality” toathe mere: ‘word “at-

torney.” See United States. » Jardi ayy TAT F.2d
945, 949 (5th Cir. 1964) ‘470 U.S;
1058, 105 S.Ct.: tts Joaees3 £1985); -

‘Nash v. Estelle, 597 Fadi A (5thiCir:1979) (en
banc). Thus, in our Circuit, while an accused is
_ hot required to use any magic. language to in-

voke the right to ‘counsel, we do not ignore 'the -
plain meaning of his "oe in. ‘ir to. find

invocation of the ¢. Fight to

that served as an “auxiliary barrier against

police coercion.” 107 S.Ct. at 832. Ed-
wards, Justice Rehnquist explained, is de-
signed to further the purpose of Miranda

which is “to assure that the. individual’s ~

right: to choose between speech and silence
‘remains unfettered throughout the interro-
gation processi?euJds at:831: (quoting: Mi-

randa v. Arizona, 384 U.S. 436, 469, 86
S.Ct. 1602, 1625, 16 L.Ed.2d 694 (1966)).
Thus, in the absence of police overreaching,

the Court found ‘‘no constitutional objec-
_ tive that would be'served by suppression in

this case.” 107:S.Ct. at 8382.

[4] In our view, a.case could hardly be

‘more applicable to our facts than Barrett.

As in Barrett, the invocation of the right to
counsel in this case was limited. -As in
Barrett, the request made by the accused
was unambiguous; Griffin wanted to talk
to. his attorney whom he identified by
name. As in Barrett, the police honored:
Griffin’s request.4 As in Barrett, there is
not one scintilla of evidence of police over-
reaching. Here, once Griffin. asked to
speak to his attorney, interrogation imme-
diately ceased; and arrangements were
made for Griffin to speak to the attorney
he had requested. Furthermore, when
Griffin' had concluded his conversation with
his attorney, the police. sought to assure
that his request had been fully honored by
inquiring whether he wished to talk.to any
other attorney.. At that point, Griffin stat-
ed that he did not want to speak to another
attorney at that time. Before interroga-
tion resumed, Griffin was once again given
his Miranda rights. The Supreme Court’s
conclusion in Barrett applies with equally
great force here: there is no constitution- —
al objective that could be served by sup-
pression. ‘i;

4" The significance: of honoring the request is
underscored: by our decision in Silva v. Estelle,

((§672,F,2d 457 (Sth: Cir.1982),. There, the defend-

, ant asked to speak to his attorney. The police,
’ however, continued interrogation and, on ap-

‘peal, we held’that' because the: request: was not
‘ichonored, the confession’ must be ia 4 un-

der Edwards. —

861

Cite as 823 F.2d 856 (5th Cir. 1987)

wards waived his right to counsel by: volute.

tarily giving his statement, «. Me hai

The Supreme Court reversed)” holding
that “an accused . . having ‘exp expres
desire to deal with the police « on!
counsel, is not subject to further

I92il’

ugh

tion by the authorities until” co a: as
ei

been. made : available to him,’ "
"accused himself initiates. further com

cation, exchanges, or pete tions ss
the police” and validly waives hig right, to
counsel.
1884-85. This result, the: Court,stated,. is
consistent. with Miranda’s, recognition of
the invocation of the right to;counsel: asia

“significant event” after which “ ‘interro- .

gation must cease until an attorney, is
present’.” Jd. at 485, 101 S.Ct, ate. 1885
(quoting Miranda v. Arizona,. 384. U.S.

436, 474, 86 S.Ct. 1602, 1628, 16 L.Ed.2d

694 (1966))... Because Edwards sufficiently
invoked his right to counsel,,and because
further questioning was initiated bby. the
police and not by Edwards before he: was
allowed access to counsel, the: confession
was inadmissible. . 451 U. S. iat 486-87; 101
S.Ct. at 1886. Ao Meo has

In trying ‘to understand tly Ed-

wards should be interpreted and applied it in
new factual Situations, we think it i is impor-
tant to draw attention to the po ce over-
reaching exhibited in that cane AMY Ed-
making a deal, ” the police ‘took no steps
toward honoring his request. Instead of
terminating the interrogation: ‘until ‘ the’ re-

Oto Tyee:

quest had Speen honored, the. Pe alice @ came

Pee}

the purpose of further interrogating him. a

Edwards specifically stated that, he did: not
wish to speak with them, but: he was, ile
he had no choice. Thus, Edwards’. con

sion came only after he was denied: -
attorney and compelled to. talk, to, the,
lice... We. think that; it. is -elear..that,
‘motivating factor behind the Enea

is to protect /against and to discourage:po-
lice interference with the: free;e sof

‘could: be anyother: raison. d'etre pfori
holding. 1 6F bowupet Hodd’

Pana

451 U.S. at 484-85,,101.S,Ct, at

have to‘talk.to me.; Yo

U9) );That,the. primary purpose. of the
| Edwards rule is to protect an accused from —
any .possible. overreaching or coercion .on
the. part; of the police is well, illustrated, by

-the:Supreme Court's, treatment of the rule
in subsequent.cases,, , The distinct propensi-
tychas.been not.torextend the Hdwards rule

_. to cases that.do,not:demonstrate untoward
i. F andugtes onthe part..of the police... ,
.-golnt Wyrick:\v:i-Fields;c459:\U.S«:42,. 108

S.Ct: 394,.\74 L.Ed.2d 214: (1982), the de-
fendant had retained private counsel. Af-
ter: talking»with ‘his: attormey, ‘the accused
requestedithat the police administer.a poly-
graph examination. / He signed.a statement
that he understood his Miranda. rights and
did not want an attorney)at'that time; ). The
‘polygraph’ examination proved unfavorable
for: Fields,:and,; upon police-initiated ques-
tions; that: followed, he confessed... He was
taken, before the police chief. and again
informed of. his Miranda. rights; he again
confessed. The Eighth, Circuit held that
the confession was barred by Edwards,
concluding that Fields ‘had initiated only
the polygraph examination, and at. the con-
clusion. of. the polygraph the police should

have refrained from further interrogation.

‘The Supreme | Court reversed and held that
iby. requesting a polygraph examination,
[Fields]. initiated interrogation” that led to
the ‘confession. The confession was held

voluntary and admissible notwithstanding
; that the interrogation Occurred in’ the ‘ab-

‘sence of his attorney. The Court expressly
“stated that ‘the Highth: Circuit’s ‘holding
that the’ ‘confession’ ‘was. inadmissible was
an “unjustifiable’ restriction’ on: reasonable

_ police questioning. 4 ee 103 » s. Cte at 397
back to the jail the following 1 morning ‘for

dethptianis added). he wey, oC
“Similarly, in Bilis v. ‘Bradshaw, 462

“U.S: 1089, 103 S.Ct. 2830,°77 L.Ed.2d°405

(1988), the Court reverséd ‘the’ Oregon Su-
“prenié Court’s' exclusion” of a ‘confession
‘made ‘after’ the accused had‘ requested an

-fdttorney.”’ After he invoked his‘ right to
“eounsel,> the: “accused” had .asked;’ “Well,

-what*is going 'to:happen‘to' me now?” The
officer? answered by ‘saying';!fYou do ‘not

ou have'requested an —
vattorney: and Jidon’t;wantyou.talking to .

~ameiupless you.desire because, anything you

«aie Yerbecanae since: avon have, reapested

862 823 FEDERAL’ REPORTER, 2d SERIES

an attorney you know it has to-be of your
own free will.” Jd. 103 S.Ct.’at 2833.: In
the conversation that ensued, Bradshaw
agreed to a police suggestion"that' he. sub-
mit to a polygraph examination, which indi-
cated his untruthfulness’*He' then’confess-
ed. In holding the confession admissible,
the Court noted that Edwards’ was “‘in ef-
fect a prophylactic rule, designed to protect
an accused in police custody: from’ being
badgered by police officers.” ‘Jd; at 2884,
In the absence of such conduct on the ‘part
of the police, and based on “the particular
facts and circumstances surrounding. the
case, including the background, experience,
and conduct of [Bradshaw],”: idi: at 2835
(quoting North Carolina v. ‘Butler, 441
U.S. 369, 374-75, 99 S.Ct. 1755,.1758, 60
L.Ed.2d 286 (1979)), the Court ‘held! that
Bradshaw had waived his right to:counsel.

On the other hand, in Smith v,Illinois,
469 U.S. 91, 105 S.Ct. 490, 88 L-Ed.2d 488
(1984), where there was police over-
reaching, the Court reversed the [Illinois
Supreme Court that had determined that
the accused had not effectively invoked his
right to counsel. When first. advised of his
right to consult a lawyer, the accused had
responded, “Uh, yeah. I’d like to do that.”
Instead of honoring the accused’s. -request
at that point, the police completed reading
his Miranda rights to him and then
“pressed him” again:

Q. If you want a lawyer ‘and. you're

unable to pay for one a lawyer will be

appointed to represent you, free of cost,

do you understand that? av

A. Okay.

Q....Do you wish to talk ge me. mae this

time without a lawyer being. present?

A. Yeah and no, uh, I don't know

what's what, really. i

Q. Well. You either. have to talk. to

me this time without a lawyer being

present and if you do agree to talk with

me without a lawyer. being: present :you
_ can stop at, any time, you.want to.,;,.;

Q. All right. I'll talk to»yousthen? ):
Smith v. Illinois, 105 S.Ct,°at!492.' Hold-
ing the confession ‘that’ followéd inadmissi-
ble, the Court concluded'that: the! Illinois

“court erred in considering” ‘theaccused’s

remarks in total. The accused had clearly

asserted his right to counsel at the initial

stages, of the questioning, and his subse-
quent statements were irrelevant in deter-
mining whether there had been an invoca-

‘tion of, the right to counsel. Because his

initial request was neither equivocal nor
ambiguous, and because questioning had
continued after the request for counsel had
been made, the confession was’ inadmissi-

ble. The Court, however, emphasized that -

“{ojur decision is a narrow one,” deciding
only that ‘an accused’s post-request re-
sponses to further interrogation may not
be used to cast retrospective doubt on the
clarity of the initial ‘request itself.” Jd. at
495. :

[2] Although these cases are clearly in-
dicative to us that in the absence of some
police interference with the exercise of the

right to counsel of the accused, the Ed-

wards rule is to be strictly and narrowly
applied, none of them specifically ad-
dressed the kind of case that is presented
by: the facts before us today. However,
the- Supreme. Court’s most recent pro-
nouncement on the subject does. In Con-
necticut v. Barrett, — U.S. ——, 107
S.Ct, 828, 93 L.Ed.2d 920 (1987), the Su-

preme Court made clear that police officers

are not required to interpret a limited re-
quest as an assertion of a general unlimit-
ed right to counsel and recognized that an
unambiguous limited request.for counsel is
to be construed according to its plain mean-
ing.

Barrett, after being advised of his Mi-
randa rights, stated that he would “not
give a written statement unless his attor-

ney was present but had ‘no problem’ talk-

ing about the incident.” Jd. 107 S.Ct. at
830. Police interrogation followed and
Barrett orally confessed. The Connecticut
Supreme Court held that Barrett had ‘in-
voked the right to counsel by refusing to

‘give a written statement without his attor-

ney’s' presence, and that under the Ed-
wards’ rule; the police were then. barred

“from further ‘interrogation: » In giving Bar-
‘rett’s “request the! broadest’ meaning, the
‘Connecticut court ‘stated:

been required to trigger an individual’s

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GUTTIERRBZ, Jessie, His, lethal injection, TX (BrazosSeptember 16, 1994

MAME: Jessie Gutierrez D.R.# 971

DOB: 04/30/65 RECEIVED: 04/27/90 AGE: 24 (WHEN REC'D)
COUNTY: Brazos DATE OF OFFENSE: 09/05/89

AGE AT TIME OF OFFENSE: 24 RACE: Hispanic HEIGHT: 5'5"

WEIGHT: 155 ~*~ EYES: brown us; HAIR: black ~ --

NATIVE COUNTY: Knox STATE: Texas

PRIOR OCCUPATION: welder EDUCATION LEVEL: 8 years

PRIOR PRISON RECORD: None

Mt Te eee, oO, wn Saye vote feet ys : ns “ymeen

September 1989 robbery and murder of 42-year-old

a_ College Station store clerk. McNew was working the counter at the Texas Coin Exchange,

404 University, when Jessie Gutierrez and his brother, Jose, entered shortly after 10 a.m.

McNew attempted to flee inside an office when she saw one of the men pull a handgun from

his coat but was shot in the head. The Gutierrez brothers fled the store with gems and

jewelry worth approximately $500,000. Both were traced to Houston, where they were

arrested on September 13, 1989. Approximately $375,000 worth of stolen merchandise was

recovered.

CO—DEFENDANTS: Jose Gutierrez Ex. #970, H/M, DOB: 10/14/60. Convicted of capital murder

and sentenced to death.

RACE OF VICTIM(S): white female

EXOT 711]
: APR. 90

Mom

Dorothy McNew, |

—EXECUTION WITNESs§ Lis @- 3

JESSIE GUTIERREZ #971
_ September 16,,-1994

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Dale Myers, Sheriff, Walker County OG i?

James A. Collins, Executive Director, Texas Department of Criminal Justice
Wayne Scott, Director, TDCJ-Institutional Division

Jerry Peterson, Deputy Director for Operations, TDCJ-ID

Kent Ramsey, Assistant Central Region Director, TDCJ-Institutional Division
Jim Alexander, Captain, TDCJ Internal Affairs

Charles L. Brown, Assistant Director for Public Information, TDCJ-ID

David M. Nunnelee, Public Information Officer, TDCJ-ID

REPORTERS:

Wayne Sorge, United Press International
Mike Graczyk, Associated Press

Phillip Rollfing, The Huntsville Item
Shawn Frerking, Bryan-College Station Eagle

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Convicted murderer is put to death
for College Station robbery-slaying

Associated Press

HUNTSVILLE, Texas — Convict-
ed killer Jessie Gutierrez was exe-
cuted early Friday for the robbery.
slaying of a College Station jewelry
store employee.

Mr. Gutierrez, 29, was executed
by injection for the death of Do
rothy McNew, 42, a store clerk fatal-
ly shot in a robbery that netted her
attackers about $500,000 worth of
gems and jewelry.

Mr. Gutierrez was pronounced
dead at 12:20 am., eight minutes
after the deadly drugs began flow-
ing into his veins.

“I just love everybody. That's it,”
Mr. Gutierrez said when asked if he

had a fina) statement.

Mr. Gutierrez and his brother,
Jose Angel Gutierrez, were convict-
ed of the Sept. S, 1989 killing. The
brothers were arrested in Houston
about a week after the shooting.
About $375,000 worth of merchfn-
dise was recovered.

Jose Gutierrez remains on death
row. His case is under appeal.

Both the Sth US. Circuit Court of
Appeals and the Supreme Court re
jected an appeal iate Thursday for
Jessie Gutierrez.

The appeal challenged the con-
Stitutionality of the Texas death
penalty statute.

: Dallr W Jorning Wlews

Man executed for murder of jewelry store clerk Saas

m@ HUNTSVILLE, Texas — Looking nervous and speaking in a halting G ;

voice, Jessie Gutierrez spoke briefly before being executed early Friday / —_ / /- 7
. for killing a Jewelry store clerk during a robbery five years ago in College
: Station. ‘‘l just love everybody. That's it,"’ the 29-year-old ex-welder said

@ HOUSTON — A fifth and final gang member charged with Capital
murder in the brutal slayings of two teen-age girls was convicted Friday.
Jurors took less than 15 minutes to convict Joe Medellin, 19, of murdering
Elizabeth Pena. Two co-defendants, Raul Villareal and Efrain Perez, both
18, were convicted of Capital murder Thursday In separate trials. The
‘ Sentencing phase of all three trials begins Monday, with each facin either

Pena, 16, and Jennifer Ertman, 14. Joe Medellin’s 15-year-old brother
was sentenced in juvenile court to 40 years.

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_ Couit upholds 2 death sentences |

. | The Texas Court of Criminal Appeals has up-
held death sentences in the cases of David Hicks

: capital murder in the 1988 sexual assault and fatal |
‘ beating, of an 88-year-old woman in Freestone

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; _ County. He objected to admission of evidence from
_ DNA testing, but the court Wednesday overruled |

the claim. Gutierrez was convicted of killing a jew-

__ elry store clerk in College Station. He said the state
..used perjured testimony and that the judge im-
_, properly overruled his challenges of prospective ju- |
rors. The court said Gutierrez offered no proof of |
his claims. | ae | |

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paid with his

"Huntsville, Texe, May 19,
chair today, his nerve gone and a
crime was the theft of a toy waron,
Crowson was killed January 26, 193l, when
Fastham Prison Farm in a spec
"Hamilton followed Palmer, sentenced
his once grinning face a pasty white,
Hugh Finnegan, prison priest, and said:
to the priest's projectved vacation tr
"Then he gave way to convulsive sobs,
20 AM, Seven minutes before Hamilton w
but more notorious killer, RXX Palmer was calm,
his last hours writing.
said, 'So far KXXMEAKMXXEXARXMAKAKXE as my death
sorrows and death of Jesus Christ.’
"Father Finnegan a few weeks ago baptized
before dying wished him a pleasant trip. Neither
were executed, Hamilton, however, said shortly b
Hillsboro, Texas, merchant, who was slain in a ho
to 99 years in prison,

"tT didn't do that Hillsboro murder,' hesaid.
anything anyhow.' At that point he choked an
Hamilton meant Barrow,
dead.' Barrow and his sweethear
them on a highway in Western Louisianae

‘amilton s body they ended one of the most ama
west. Before he was condenned to death Hamilton
363 years for crimes ranging from autombbile

for the same

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SACRAMENTO BEE, Sacramento, Calif., May 10, 1935

-. "GUARD AT PRISON DIES OF WOUNDS ~ TEXAS OFFICER SAYS

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Jy ETS eee Sea . Aly e ~ Major Joseph Crosson, FRastham priso

23 guard waunded when 5 convicts escaped from a wood squad on Janiiaxy 16 with Phe at oe
‘man believed’ to be Clyde Barrw, notorious gunman, died today in a hospital here.

>> son, shortly after he was taken to the hospital with
officials that he and Olen Rozeman, another guard, b
-. pistol in the hands of Bill Palmer, convict, who sub
Ree Only one was captured of the five who fled under the
wwhich..prison, officials believe was laid down by Barr
“desperate partner, Raymond Hamilton.." CLARION _LEDGE

RAYMOND HAMILTON (Texas, electrocuted 5-10-19 35)

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he was strapped in at 12: 19
'I wish you a pleasant trip, Father.'

ip to Ireland.
which the current stilled.

both into the Catholic faith.

his onetime associate in banditry,

When the prison atten
zing criminal careers in

theft, through bank banditry to

at 22 Public Enerny #1, died in the electric |
jn his throat. Hamilton, whose first EINE |
life for that of Major Crowson, a prison guard. ==>
e Palmer and 3 others escaped from the
eered by the late Clyde Barrow,

to the chair. His voice broken and
AM, He turned to Father
He was referring

offanse,

le was pronounced dead at 12:
chair, Palmer was executed, Unlike the younger
te read a 300-word statement which he had spent

'T ask God to accent my ignoble death in atonement for my sins,' he : ;

is acceptable to my God, I unite it to the
Like Hamilton, Palmer
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when he-said 'the man who did it is
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the history of the South-

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' DURHAM, England, May ead si <
John Bainbridge, a 24 yra- old pol- Bs
? dier, was hanged today lor murdering | | eS
| pLaaeer nae : : a 75 year old man, whilé Mra. Violet: ite
Van Der Elst. militant opponent of} j Bag
: |the death sontence, staged another of ||
[Continued from first pace.] jher anticapital punishment demon. | =
I ; strations outside the prison walls. : +
“rhielen were given religions consola. ! Mrs. Van Der Elst. in a futile at-} re
! : eee . ‘tempt to delay the execution, sent a! 0 »
tlon hy the Mev. Allgius Weir. Catho- ‘ vf : : if
: ; telegram -to King George and Queen (! |
if he «haplain. " ‘Mary Just night requesting them to} sunsé
‘ : prevent the hanging from taking place | ale Q
‘| TWO TEXANS DIE IN CHAIR | during jubilce week. | [Qo
| See Pe. : Balnbricdge was convicted of killing ; 0
eas es | Edward F. Herdman, aged solicitor's | vi !
‘ Wunteville, Tex... May 19 tF ridavh— clerk, last New Year's eve tn the: Ni
i (P—Raymons) Harhilton, bragcart des! course of a robbery. Testimony at j
perade, was Cleetrocuted early today | hig trial disclosed that soon after. the |
: for the murder of Maj. Crowsen. prison ' erime was committed. the youthful H
: -tvert He went = the + iat eoair ; soldier attended a holiday party at
~ at 1:19 a. m. (Chicaco dayhicht time). | which he played the part of the “ mur-
ts fie followed his partner in crime, Jo*° gerer™ tn a game calied “ Murder.”
“3 ey. Palmer. by only a few minutes, Palmer i
; Se = : was placed in the chair at 1:94 a. m.:
n FRED GERNER. ‘and pronounced dead at 1:68 [Chicago! wasn’t I wouldn’t say anything any-

, {daylight time}. ‘ way.”

| ; ‘ Jiamilton’s face was ashen as he: He tried with little success to force |
7 in i ®alked the few steps to the chair from | a smile and keep up the show of assur-

Sentences Canadian Vet n ‘the door of the death cell, but his step ance. He was definitly pale as the

Embezzlement of $27,500 | was comparatively finn. He was ac. straps were attached,

Liovd Braithwaite, SS. years oid a, companted by three Catholic priests. | As he was strapped into the chair

: "Da you have anything to say. he turned to Fatber Hugh Finnegan, |]
‘Canadian war veteran, yesterday Wak) pie Warden W. W. Wald aske!. Catholic chaplain of the prison, who js |,

sentenced to one to ten years in the! him. ‘ jeaving tn two weeks for a trip to Ire- '{

“penitentiary for the embezzlement off “To get the Infermaticn—I[o think it] iand. und said: i

g27,n00 from the Seneca Petroteum i was from the secreterv tthe governor’ " Dhepe you have a nice trop, father. of

compuny., of which he Was secretary. ;—that they wanted mot) confess that: Just befure the cuir At Was ay qo ied

i Judze Jiarry B. Miller of the Criminal! Hillsboro murder.’ tie undersized binnd he turned mementarily to ihe cusennie*

ieaurt imposed sentence in accordance: killer answered. e Sled witnesses and saidt.
‘With a verdict recertly returned by aj “I didn’t do thii 3ptsiero murder. "AWell. geod-by ai’
i. to The man thet did ut ts dead. Tf he He wes pranounced dead at T+27 9. m1.

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-- RAYMOND HAMILTON. JOE PALMER.

Five murderers who were executed carly today, three of them 1m! --
Vilinois and two in Texas. Hauff, Thielen, 2nd Gerner ‘were convicted *
lof tke slaying of a cashier while holding up 2 bank 1n Leonofe, 11]. Ham-
KIton and Palmer were found guilty of killing a prison cuard in Texas.:

These Texas deputies braved

death to hunt down fugitive

Raymond Hamilton. Left to right: Ted Hinton, Chester Rea-

gan, Bryan Peck, Bill Decker,

I have to have such hair?” he’d shout.
His hair was the only thing that could
make him raise his voice.

, . Five years later, on May 21, 1913,
Raymond was born in an oil field at
Weleetka, Oklahoma. He was not like
Floyd. He was slender and he had hair
like Floyd’s, but he was not quiet. It
just wasn’t in him to’ be quiet.~He
was flighty and boisterous and mis-
chievous—right from the very start.
But never really unpleasant, never
really bad. That is, when he was a
small boy.

| CAN see those two boys now—not -
the notorious criminals they even-
tually became, but the two little boys
they used to be.. So worried every
minute about their mother and about
their sisters. And when the great
tragedy, the first real tragedy we'd
ever experienced, swooped down on
our little home—how they came so
stalwartly to the rescue.

It was one evening when my hus-
band failed to come home for supper.
It was pay-day, and he was supposed
to hurry home with his check so that
I could run out and. buy the groceries
that we needed.

“Gee, something musta happened to
him,” said Floyd, as the hour hand on
the kitchen clock kept turning around
and his father did not come home.
“Maybe he got hurt or something.”

Floyd was twelve then, and in the
sixth grade. He sat down at the kitchen
table and put his head on his hand and
tried to figure it out. He was sitting
there when Raymond walked in from
the front room.

“Where’s Papa?” asked Raymond.

“We're figurin’ it out,” said Floyd.
“He ain’t come home from work yet.
He got paid and he’s got his check. I
bet he got held up!”

“Held up?” asked Raymond.

“Yeah, held up. A robber musta
pulled a gun and just took his check,’
that’s all.”

“Hush,” said Lillie, who was com-
forting me at the window. She was
just going on fourteen. “You mustn’t
be saying things to Raymond. He’s
just a kid. He don’t know those
things.”

“He’s gotta learn, don’t he? That’s
what you read for. How people get
held up, and get killed. How robbers
blow up banks, and rob trains, and
all that stuff.”

“Please, Floyd,” I said. “You don’t
learn to read for that. What. have you
been reading, anyway?” :

“Jesse James,” said Floyd proudly.
“And Nick Carter, too. -They’re swell
books.”

I didn’t know what to say. If I for-
bade him to read such books he would
want to read them all the more. If he '
would only read some good books, too,
I knew the cheap ones wouldn’t hurt
him. But that wasn’t the. issue just.

Carl Harmon and Ed Caster {

then and I changed the subject. I was
a little worried at what Floyd had
said. Had my husband really been
held up and robbed, and perhaps
killed?

“Either that or he’s got drunk,” said
Floyd.

“Floyd!” I cried. “You must never
say that of your father.”

“Well, don’t he? Don’t he get drunk
and go out with women?” He was not
shouting. His voice, I noted, was cold
and quiet, and a strange shudder went
through me. '

I started to chide him, but he broke
in: impulsively and said, “Mamma, I
been hearing you and Pa plenty of
times. You thought maybe I was
sleeping, but I wasn’t. We all know
what Pa’s been doing, Mamma. He’s
been bad. to you. He don’t like you,

Mamma—and I just bet he’s run away.
I just bet he’s not coming back!”

A terrible silence filled the little
kitchen as my son’s words left his
angry lips. The four girls paled and
Raymond stalked into the center of the
floor and stared around at us.

“Hey,” he yelled suddenly, “where’s
Papa?”

“Do I gotta say it over?” said Floyd
disgustedly. “Shut up.”

“Floyd,” I cried finally, “you know
your daddy wouldn’t be so meam as
that. Don’t let Floyd scare you,
darlings,” I said to the girls.

On Sy ae

But could J. H. be so mean? He’d
been acting queerly of late, so distant
and so restless. But he wouldn’t dare
leave me and his six small children
like that. He wouldn’t desert us. No
man, I told myself, could do such a
cowardly, cheap thing as that.

But the hour hand on the clock kept
turning and turning, and when mid-
night came I got up resignedly and put
the children to bed. Then I sat down
again in the kitchen. For two hours I
could hear the children talking wor-
riedly in their beds. At 3 a. m. I crept
into my lonely bedroom and tried to

What thoughts did his mother have as wounded Public

. Enemy Raymond Hamilton

escaped from this car

when John A. Record, shown here, laid a trap for him?

Raymond Hamilton to his mother who. visited

him in prison:

“Don’t talk so damn loud...

_ You. want these guys thinking I’m a sissy?”

sleep. I was lying there at dawn, as
wide awake as when I had lain down.

An hour later I heard a scraping
sound in the dining-room. I got up
quickly and hurried over to the door
and opened it. It opened on the dining-
room and I was about to step in when
I saw him. My husband?

No, it was Floyd. He was looking
out of the window—down the path his
father always followed home. The first
rays of the morning sun were playing
in his unruly sandy hair, making it
appear a bright red.

He’d heard the door open and when
he turned and saw me he turned
quickly back to the window and I
saw, his little shoulders hunch up and
a quiver shake his small, slender body
from head to foot. I stepped quickly
to his side and peered down over his
shoulder, into his face. “Floyd,” I ex-
claimed, “you’re crying.”

“I—I just guess I bet right,” he
sobbed. “He just left and gone, Mam-
ma.” And he threw his arms around
my waist and wept convulsively. “I—
I’m thinking of you, Mamma,” he said.
“I don’t care about him. I’m just
thinking of how you’re gonna eat, and
the others. I just gotta cry, I guess.”

All that day we waited, and that
night we again went to bed without
eating. I had called the company J. H.
worked for, but he wasn’t there.
“Hasn’t been in since he got his
check,” said the foreman in a sarcas-
tic tone. Even he must have known
J. H.’s drunken habits.

T= next day I managed to per-
suade a small grocery store to give
us a little food on credit. It was just
barely enough to keep us alive,

It was the third night after J. H.
failed to return home that Floyd and
Raymond came pattering into my bed-
room long after they’d been sent to
bed. I’d been crying and they had
heard me sniffling and decided to
come in and try to cheer me up.

AD—16

Pe A AD eh AN.

toppled face down on the floor, into
merciful unconsciousness.

You would think that life could hold
no greater agony for a mother than
an experience of that kind. But it can.
For today I am again steeling myself
for the horrible ordeal once more—
with Floyd, my other son.

| “When his muscles grew and his
| “ ‘ pale face tightened—got hard from the
| ; : poverty that had hit us with the im-
pact of an avalanche when he was
eight. When his lips began to curl
down, and a hate for mankind—”
Tick-tock—tick-tock—tick-tock .. .
The big hand racing. The little tick-
tocks leaping in frenzied haste.

Mrs. Alice Hamilton: “I
blame myself as much as
| blame them”

1935, the night my younger son,

Raymond (Public Enemy No. 1),
was scheduled to die.’ We were all
in the living-room of our little home
in West Dallas, Texas, our stricken
eyes riveted on the small radio on the
table.

“Mother——” began Lillie, my eld-
est daughter.

“Shhh—please, Honey,” I said chok-
ingly. My tongue was sticking to the
roof of my mouth and an all-consum-
ing ache tugged like a big endless
throb at my pounding heart. There
were no earthly words, I knew, that
could help now.

And the tears—they just wouldn’t
come. (As they won’t today, as I write
this in 1938, with Floyd, my only other
son and another former Public Enemy
No, 1 behind bars and facing life im-
prisonment, a living death.) But oh,
I wanted to cry! I wanted the tears
to burst out of me in torrents. I
wanted them to drench me in liquid
sorrow, in one great engulfing flood of
excruciating heartbreak.

My little boy, my little baby! His
first breath-taking word rocketed
searingly through me: “Maah”—then
later “Ma-mee”—and finally “Mam-
ma.”

“Mamma.”

The word seemed to rush out of the
radio loudspeaker. It was like a tiny,
soul-wringing gurgle in his jerking
throat—

The clock on the mantel was point-
ing now to the minute. They were
taking him out of his cell now.

He’d be praying, begging God to
forgive him for his awful sins. Oh,

[’: WAS the awful night of May 10,

"| Want All

Parents to Understand

Why Children Turn to Crime," Says
This Woman Who Understood Too Late

I knew he’d be praying. He’d written
me and told me that he’d be praying
right up to the last instant.

“Oh, God!” *I moaned. “Oh, dear
God, have mercy. Oh, please make
them see my boy as he was when he
was born. Let them please be gentle.
Let them please see him when he was
hardly nine— “|

“When he got to be ‘second boss-
man,’” I moaned. “Stood up so sturdi-
ly. When he said, ‘Papa’s gone, and
Floyd’s boss-man—but I’m big, Mam-
ma. I can work, too. I can be a boss-
man, too. Can’t I, Mamma? I can be
second boss-man. Can’t I, Mamma?’

“When he gave me his pennies. Sold
papers. When he gave me his meager
pennies. His little hands so grimy, his
peaked face smudged, his sad eyes
searching — begging mine. Saying,
‘Mamma, I got a new route. A dollar-
ten-cents route. Mamma, don’t cry! I
spent only four cents.’

“Give me your hands, Darling.” It
was the trembling voice of Harry, my
second husband.

Tick—

I shot a scared glance at my four
daughters sitting rigid close by, their
eyes bulging. Then at Mildred, wife
of Floyd (he was then in the Federal
Penitentiary at Leavenworth, Kansas,
and would soon be coming home)—she
was holding her right fist tightly
against her lips, hoping perhaps to
choke back the scream inside her.

—tock! The big- hand struck the
hour, stood still.

heavy voice over the radio burst
in on the ghastly silence that fol-
lowed my pleading cry. It droned:

“Raymond Hamilton has just been
pronounced dead by the officials of the
State Prison at Muntsville, Texas.”

It was all over. And, as the an-
nouncer finished his terrible message,
I rose straight up out of my chair and

The G-Men captured him just a few
months ago, And when they got him
he, too, was the nation’s Public En-
emy No. 1.

Think of it. I have mothered two
sons to manhood, and both of them
became Public Enemies No. 1. Not a
pretty thing for a mother to say, is it?

It’s like making a terrible confes-
sion. A confession that would begin,
“Because of me...”

Because of me. No, please no! I al-
ways have been a good woman. All
my life I have worked hard. I have
suffered wretchedly through years of
poverty, have raised six children, have
prayed every day of. my life for help
to bear up under the heavy burdens
I’ve had to carry. Burdens sometimes
so heavy my plagued mind would seem
near the breaking point.

Times I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep—
just worrying, worrying, and shedding
tears. I’ve shed many buckets of tears
in the years since my first child was
born, and when J. H. left—J. H. Ham-
ilton, the father of my children and a
husband not worth his weight in salt—
I guess life went down for me in a
tailspin.

FoR it was then that trouble really
started to assail me, and to create in
Floyd and Raymond, my two unfor-
tunate sons, a bitterness toward man-
kind—a bitterness that took root when
J. H. suddenly picked up and deserted
us, and we were left alone to fight
hunger and the cold wintry winds
without money to buy fuel—to clothe
our bodies with the cast-offs of others
—to live, clammily, in the slums!
I’ve gone through a thousand Hells
with my boys, and for my boys. Still,
and I say this tearfully from the bot-
tom of my heart, I blame myself for

une V MORTRS OF WOMEN IN CRIME. FEBRUARY, 1939
UAL DETECTIVE srOnliie OF WOMEN IN CRIME, ;

ae things they have done as much as
blame them. :

When they started to go wrong, I
imply could not forget that once they
rere good boys. And I tried to help
1em with kind words, with patience
nd with tolerance. I loved them so
ich I tried to help them with
dlerance!

pur please bear with me. I did
wrong, but please let me tell you the
‘ory as it really happened. It never
as been told before. One side has—
1e side taken from voluminous police
xcords. But there are two sides to
very story, and you must please let
ie tell mine.

But don’t misunderstand me. I am
ot going to try to justify crime. Never
iat! On the contrary, I am going to
ve you an actual picture taken piece-
eal from my own bleeding heart to
10w you the awful tortures and the
orrible mental pains that crime, that
utching monster, brings to a mother
-and her family. And makes two
ublic Enemies No, 1 of a mother’s
uly sons.

As far as I know, no other mother
is ever suffered that agonizing ex-
rience. I pray that none other ever
res!

And for that reason mostly I-am
riting this story. I want mothers to
‘e the mistakes I made, and I want
‘thers to see the mistakes my first
isband, J. H., made. I want all par-
its to understand a little why chil-
ven often turn to crime. So in reading
lis story, please try to feel the under-
irrent running through it, the miser-
dle influence of faulty environment,
1e danger of loving one’s children too
woh..os .

I will not mention my maiden name
. this story, nor will I tell where I
vent my childhood. I do that to pro-
‘ect the reputations of my poor aging
other and father, and my brothers
ad sisters, who have suffered enough
ready, God knows, through me,

I was born in a Christian home, and
was taught to love and honor God.
was taught that hard work is good
wr the soul, and that daily prayer is

a cleanser for the mind. By all the
standards of such splendid training I
was destined to live a happy, normal
and contented life.

But then I met J. H. Hamilton. He
was big and strong, with a gusto and
an exuberance that thrilled me at first
sight of him. He was an oil-worker
and I met him shortly after he came
to our town to work a well for a new
company. When he left, a few months
later, I left with him.

I left my comfortable, solid home
for a life of wandering, a life as pre-
carious as the life of a gypsy—for my
husband’s work never permitted him
to stay long in one town. His was a
drifter’s job, from oil field to oil field,
and there was never any “feel of
home” anywhere for the woman who
married him. But I loved him and
wanted only to be where he was.

was scarcely out of my teens:

though when I left with him. And
when the children started coming, I
became confused. They came so rap-
idly. And none of them were born in
the same town. The first was Lillie,
then Floyd, and after that in quick
order came Maggie, Raymond, Lucy
and Audrey Mae.

AnD with each one the beauty that
had been mine in girlhood faded a
little. As a result, my husband began
to lose interest in me. That hurt me
terribly, and many a night I cried my-
self to sleep, thinking of the first
whirlwind days of our courtship, and
the first sweet months after our mar-
riage.

But worst of all, my husband began
to take an interest in other women. In
bad, horrible-painted women. And in
drink. At first I was heartbroken;
then I got frightened. I knew that
such actions could lead only to serious
trouble.

It was on June 13, 1908, at Ponca
City, Oklahoma, that Floyd was born.
He grew to be a quiet, slender boy,
with a pathetic mop of sandy, curly
hair. He’d comb and comb, but he
never could get that mop of hair to
lie in order. He would almost cry
sometimes, in exasperation. “Why do

Floyd, left, and Raymond: |

“When they started to go!

wrong, | simply could not,

forget that once they were
good boys”

Bonnie Parker, compan-
ion in crime of Raymond
and Clyde Barrow. From
one of the few photo-

graphs of her ever made

Raymond Hamilton appeared in
court for sentencing; his mother,
lost in the crowd, sobbed: “I am
the mother of a criminal... God
have mercy on mothers such as me”

“There’s no use crying, Mamma,”
aid Floyd. “If he’s gone, he’s gone.
Ne just got to think now what we’re
fonna do. We just can’t cry all the
ime.”

I switched the lamp on and sat up
ind stared at him. His words, spoken
o easily and, at the same time, so
leterminedly had a magic effect on
ne, For the first time in three days
felt the constriction around my heart
oosening up.

“Gee, you’re smiling,” said Floyd,
is face brightening. “Lookit Mamma,
taymond. She’s smiling.”

QAYMOND was down on his knees,
looking under the bed. “He ain’t
nder here,” he said.

“Course he ain’t,” said Floyd. “He’s
one. He’s just gone. Can’t you under-
tand? He’s gone, and I’m the boss-
lan. now. I’m twelve years old and
‘m the boss-man. Do you under-
tand?” .

“You boss?” said Raymond.

“I'm boss and I earn the money.
(uh, Ma?”

It was the first time he’d called me
la, and I saw him suddenly as a little
ian. The tears rushed to my eyes,
ut I kept the smile. I simply had to
eep the smile, for their little hearts’
ikes. His attitude was beautiful to
ie, but too preposterous to encour-
ge. So I started to explain to him,
mtly, that he was still a little boy,
little twelve-year-old boy, that had
' go to school, that—

“I can go to school, too!” he cried,
s face glowing with excitement. “Not
sre, In a big city, Ma. We'll just sell
a stuff here and go to a big city—
xe Dallas, Texas. That’s the place,
‘a! I was readin’ last week that Dal-
s, Texas, is a swell town, Ma. They
1ased Jesse James out of it, but it’s
swell town anyway. I could sell
pers, and work on the truck gardens
ey got there. Look here .. .”

Two weeks later we were living in a
ttle one-room house in West Dal-
s, Texas. We’d found it through a
2wspaper advertisement a few hours
‘ter getting off the bus, and had
‘coved our meager belongings into it—
alongings that could fill the space
: only two trunks and three suit-
ises,

But no one in the neighborhood
dticed our lack of furnishings. For
‘est Dallas, as we soon found out,
as where the poorer classes lived,
nd our dilapidated, one-room house
{ say house, but it looked more
ke a dirty, tumble-down garage)

—10

stood right in the very center of the
poorest section in the community. It
stood in the slums.

And inside of it lived seven people
—myself and my six uncomplaining
children.

Floyd had quit school. I didn’t want
him to. I debated it out with him as
soon as we were settled, and he won.
He won because I let him. I had to
let him. He was the only one we had
to depend on for food and the small
rent money.

I couldn’t work myself. I couldn’t
leave my children to run loose in the
streets while I toiled away in some
far part of the city. It was better, I
reasoned, to sacrifice the schooling of
one to the education of the other five,
and to the endless contact a mother
must keep with her children. So Floyd
went to work, selling newspapers on
the streets of Dallas.

And as the children became accus-
tomed to the new life and grew closer
to the problem constantly confronting
us, the problem of keeping alive, I
was able occasionally to leave them
alone and work on short jobs that

helped surprisingly. From the Salva-
tion Army I got old clothes to make
over for the children. They were the
only clothes they got, but they didn’t
freeze when Winter came. The clothes
were not pretty, but they were warm.

S° THE months passed. There was
not always enough food to go
around, but we got by. We got through
the first Winter with little sickness—I
don’t know how. There were days
when the inside of our little home was
so cold a coating of ice would freeze
over the surface of the water in our
drinking pail. (There was no running
water in the house. We had to go toa
neighbor’s for water.)

It was the good Lord watching over
us, I knew. For never a day passed
that I did not send up to Him a prayer
of thanks. “For just being alive,” I
told Him.

It was in the Spring that Raymond
came up to me timidly one day and
said, “I’m almost nine now, Mamma.
Can’t I do some job?”

“You sure can, Raymond,” I said

(Continued on Page 36)

Clyde Barrow: “There’s ears everywhere
when a big-time criminal’s around”

6 Master

Headquarters and thrust into jail. Here they learned that

the blond waitress had tipped-off her detective sweetheart

that she’d be at the skating rink with Raymond Hamilton.
* * *

Sheriff Hood stood at his desk ruminating; he wouldn't
be sitting at this desk much longer. He lt a cigarette;
watched the smoke curl toward the ceiling, then glanced
out of the window at the lights of Dallas, Texas.. If only
that outlaw, Hamilton—

The telephone on the Sheriff's desk rang; he picked up
the receiver. “Yes?” he said into the mouthpiece.

He listened a moment; banged down the telephone;
pressed the buzzer on his desk. Deputy Sheriffs Denver
Seale and I:d Caster came hurrying into their Chief's office.
A broad smile played across Hood's face, as his hand
ruffled his hair.

“They've caught him!” he announced triumphantly and
stood up. ““They’ve got Raymond Hamilton!”

The bandit’s new partner, Gene O’Dare, had been caught
with him. Sheriff Hood ordered his deputies to go to Bay
City and bring Hamilton back to Dallas. He warned them
to take no chances with their prisoner. The blond bandit
was slippery as an eel. Then he settled back in his chair
and reviewed the career of the outlaw.

Raymond Hamilton had been brought up on “the other
side of the railroad tracks” in West Dallas. His large
family lived in a tiny, unpainted shack. In his teens he
had begun a life of petty thievery and finally was arrested
for stealing, an automobile. It was a crime rating a ten-
year rap but the blond boy’s gentle appearance and his
ritiful background of poverty influenced the judge to let
him off with a three-year suspended sentence.

With a bravado that was to characterize his whole
career, the young man walked right out and stole .
another car. This time he was caught and put
into jail at McKinney, Texas. Young Ham-
ilton hated prison and made plan after
plan to escape.

It was visitors’ day at the jail, Jan-
uary 27th, 1932, and a boy named
Ralph Fults came to call on Ham-
ilton. The youth had a_ rather
bulky appearance that gave him
a peculiar walk, but the guards
didn’t notice this. It was a bleak
day and they probably thought
the boy was simply over-dressed
for warmth. Fults stayed but
a short time.

Later that afternoon the jailer,
making his rounds, stopped and
stared amazedly at the bars of
Hamilton’s cell. Then) he ran
frantically down the corridor. ‘The
bars had been sawed through, and
Hamilton was gone.

How had the young daredevil ac-
complished this bold break without at-
tracting the guards’ attention? They
were to learn later that it was the mis-
shapen Fults who had carried the saws in to
Hamilton and that the desperate prisoner had
persuaded some cellmates near him to play
their radios at full blast while he sawed
through the bars.

After this prison break he had teamed with
Clyde Barrow, the notorious Southwestern des-
perado and the two had committed a number
of atrocious crimes. They had robbed and
murdered J. N. Bucher, who ran a combination
filling station and store in’ Hillsboro,. Texas.
They had wounded Sheriff Maxwell of Atoka,
Oklahoma, and killed his deputy, Eugene
Moore, when the officers had attempted to
question them. Later they kidnapped a sheriff
at Carlsbad, New Mexico, and wounded
another sheriff in Wharton, Texas.

On October 8th, 1932, R. G. Brandenburg
and R. HH. Carrell, officers of the First State
Bank of Cedar Till, Texas, were alone in the
bank. It was closing time and Carrell was

Detective

working at the cashier's window, trying to finish his task
so he could leave promptly at noon. He didn’t notice the
blond young man in light trousers and khaki hunting jacket
advancing rapidly toward him.

The assistant cashier glanced up. His eyes bulged; he
moistened dry lips with his tongue for he was staring into
the muzzle of an automatic. The man in the hunting jacket
moved his weapon threateningly back and forth, keeping
both Brandenburg and Carrell covered.

“This is a hold-up!”

The voice of the strong-jawed, blond youth who stood
before the teller’s cage was arrogant, and his long fingers
toyed with the automatic’s trigger. “Get your hands up!
Get back toward the vault!”

Cashier Brandenburg and his assistant hesitated the frac-
tion of a second. The blue eyes opposite them narrowed
menacingly. Light-footed as a cat the bandit darted around
the cage; his gun was now only a few inches from his vic-
tims. They backed fearfully to the rear of the bank. |

“Get me the money in that vault and be quick about it!”
he commanded.

There was about $1500 in the vault. The two men hastily
backed into the safe and came out with the money. With
swift fingers the bandit took up the money with his left
hand and stuffed it into his pockets. He did not take his
eyes from his victims; his movements were swift but
unhurried.

He ordered the cashier and his assistant into the vault.
The two men had backed a step toward the safe when a
shadow played along the wall at the left. Quick as lightning
the bandit whirled. Two men were entering the bank. The
robber swiftly shifted his position to cover all four people.

(Left) Sheriff R. A.
Schmid, who tells this
sensational story, and
took up the trail of the
Outlaw Terror where his
predecessor left off

(Below) The slum district of
Raymond Hamilton grew
tion was made to get

Then he ors

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four men. It
Carrell knew
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4

“You're good, all sight,’’

said Mary. O’Dare, as she

gazed in awe at Raymond

Hamilton (seen with

her), whose bravado fas-

cinated pe tyecentin
gir

girl had attracted him strangely. He helped her fasten her — ing
skates with a gentleness not quite in keeping with his ap-

pearance. Then he tucked her sm :
and they cruised about the rink together. railing.
Her hand was soft and confiding; her body was warm As they approac

against his; he had wanted a girl like this for a long time.
His eyes became so bright the girl could not help but notice.

She glance

to whisper:
“Listen, honey,
hand gently. AV
with me? I’ve got a lot of jack and I'll buy
you want. Gee, we could have a lot of fun. My friend building, as th
Clyde Barrow has a girl and
needn't be in on the jobs the way Bonnie is. Will you
come? Tonight?”
The girl snuggled closer, looked up into his face intently,
then sent a swift g
A small group of |
the blond man’s companion who stood by the railing, talk-

yuld you have the nerve to come away a panther.

HAMILTON’S CRIMSON CAREER

and laughing with his partner.
waitress turned her eyes back to

all arm beneath his own face and engaging him in conversa

hed the entrance the
ble slightly. An un
mpressions of

ked his arms fro
] mouth an

small hand in his trem
to danger suddenly

d toward the entrance from time to time. As sweeping over him,
they skated, the blond man leaned closer, inclining his head became transformed;
light of his stee

| need a girl like you.” He pressed ‘her The blond waitress saw
He drew his gun as

you anything Screams of frightened patrons echo
e man landed with po

they have a lot of fun. You _ his partner, who had just been seize
Two other officers gr

The Southwest's outl
the dejected blone
lance past him toward the rink’s entrance. stood the desperate

yweavy-set men were stealthily approaching -become so notorious.
The two bandits were rush

|-blue eyes froze the

abbed him.
aw terror was captu
h it was hard to
criminal whose

acts. of

Now the little blond
the bandit’s animated
tion skated over to the

young man felt the
canny sensitiveness
impending disaster
m hers; his face
d the menacing
girl with horror.

found friend spring like
his feet left the floor.
ed through the barn-like
inting automatic, beside
d by a husky detective.
ired! Looking at
believe that here
bravado had

ed by special police cars to

.
| Outlaw Terror 7
finish his task Then he ordered: “Get back here with those two!” with the aid of a helper. Levelling an automatic at them
dn't notice the The astonished customers, lL. A. Tooley and his son, the young man stepped closer. The farmer and his helper
hunting jacket hastened to join Brandenburg and Carrell at the rear of the looked up. The latter's eyes rolled and his lips trembled.
hank. The next command sent a chill of horror through the “You've got a truck over there,” said the bandit bluntly.
ves bulged ; he four men. It was now five minutes before closin time and “Come on—we're going for a ride! One false move and
as staring into Carrell knew that after twelve o'clock it was untikely any- you're dead!”
hunting jacket one would enter the bank before Monday morning. The bewildered farmer hesitated, but his helper was
forth, keeping “Back into the vault—all four of you!” scrambling into the near-by truck. He looked helpless!
Desperately the four men looked for some means of about him, then swung himself up beside his assistant. Still
escape. The firm chin of the bandit shot out, his automatic covering his victims with the automatic, the cool-eyed
uth who stood pointed ominously. The heavy door of the vault swung — bandit sprang up beside them.
us long fingers shut. “Step on it! Drive by back roads in the direction of
our hands up! The four -were hopeless! trapped. Perspiration fell Houston!” hen he added boastfully, “I’ve just ‘robbed the
in tiny drops from their Park Bie They waited a few mo- bank at Cedar Hill!”
tated the frac- ments, then set up a shout. Carrell took out his watch. It The helper, Ed Jurdon, sent the truck rolling over the
hem narrowed was three minutes to twelve. They must make someone back roads to the south, his eyes wild with fear. Every
darted around hear them before twelve o'clock or they’d die like rats. With few minutes he sent terror-stricken glances at the levelled
‘ from his vic- eyes glued on the watch in the assistant cashier’s hand the automatic in the slender hand of the outlaw. The truck
ie bank, * four men raised their voices louder. But at five minutes broke down as they passed through the town of Abbott,
ick about it!” past twelve no sound had come from the interior of the Texas, and Hamilton cursed while his companions trembled
bank and the voices of the four exhausted men dwindled to for their lives.
-o men hastily whispers. They glanced hopelessly at each other, with faces “Don’t move! Wait here!” he threatened from between
money. With white as paper. clenched teeth.
with his left, * * x His alert eyes had seen a black coupé coming up the
{ not take his road behind them. With gun levelled he stepped into the
re swift) but The lone bandit in the khaki shirt strolled coolly out of — road and the coupé stopped. He jerked open the car’s door
the bank and down the street. Two blocks from ihe bank and determinedly sprang into the seat beside the lone
ito the vault. he slipped beneath the driver's wheel of a parked coupé and — occupant.
‘safe when a J drove swiftly out of town. A few miles away, on the west “Drive to Houston! I've just robbed a bank!” he said as
as lightning side of Buckhorn Lake, he stopped and got out of his car. he thrust his automatic into the astonished driver's face.
ae bank. The Walking swiftly through the woods at the side of the The farmer and Ed Jurdon sat for several minutes,
! four people. road he approached a farmer who was mending a fence speechless, staring after the fast disappearing automobile
containing the blond bandit.
Meanwhile, in the bank at Cedar Ilill, the four
slowly suffocating men were still beating their
fists helplessly on the vault door, and crying
desperately for help with voices that grew
eriff R.A. (Right) Gene O'Dare, fainter and fainter as the harrowing
ho tells this ; partner of the notorious minutes slipped by. With a last final
: pest Pd pire in his crimson effort they united their voices in one
pois si rf phon aig apepetare binlon And this time they
or'teht off veard a faraway answer.
through the cleverness of Withi fe inutes a bank em-
a girl whic hibiod thats kiki ithin a few minutes a bank em
che hands oF ovenclbes ployee who knew the safe combi-
nation had been summoned and
the trapped men, gasping for
breath, were dragged Fam the
- ; vault.
he slum district of West Dallas, Texas, where Sheriff [lal [lood, answering the
Hamilton grew up, end where his determina- call for help, dashed to the scene
‘ was made to get luxuries at any cost of the crime fifteen miles away.
Operator Asa Bates of the Burns
detective agency also sped to the
bank to offer his assistance. But
by the time the Dallas officers ar-
rived in Cedar Hill the bandit had
disappeared and the trail was cold.
The only real clue was the Hupmobile

coupé in which the bandit in the khaki
hunting jacket had driven out of town.

The Sheriff felt sure that the hold-up man
was the notorious Raymond Hamilton, and he
was right. Within a short time the West Dallas
youth had been identified from police photos.
oe tien ss f eae ee bak Seis His loot was found to be $1400, and a posse of
et Ce . ee H Cedar Hill citizens organized to hunt the

; OF ae te net ae: “Come on,” Sheriff Hood invited Detective

Bates, “let’s get going.”

The Dallas Sheriff drove silently. This lone
bandit’s activities could not continue indefi-
nitely without murder resulting, and there had
been too many murders already. Reaching a
filling station on the outskirts of town the offi-
cials learned that a man clad in light trousers,
a white shirt open at the neck and a khaki
hunting jacket had sped west on the little-used
road.

As they drove along, with eyes sharpened b
the knowledge that they were on the fugitives
trail, Sheriff Hood spotted a dark shape in the

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8 Master Detective

road. Ths voice reflected his excitement as he said: “That's
a Hupmobile coupé ahead!”

Stepping on the accelerator they were soon abreast of the
suspicious car. The two men leaped out of Hood's machine
and hurried toward the coupé. .

“608-188—That’s it all right. Vhat’s the license number!”
exclaimed Detective Bates.

Was Hamilton hiding withing The coupé seemed unoc-
cupied but Sheriff Hood was wary. “Careful,” he warned.
“The car looks empty, but look out.”

The officers drew their guns and jerked open the car's
doors. It was empty except for a khaki hunting jacket. The
Sheriff examined the pockets in the hunting jacket but found
nothing. Ile walked around the machine, examining it
closely.

“Looks as if he’s run on that flat tire for some distance.
That’s probably why he left the car on this deserted road.
Come on, let’s reconnoiter, maybe he’s hiding around here.”

The officers cautiously moved into the underbrush, one
on either side of the road, carefully examining the ground
for footprints. “Keep your eyes open and your hand on

our gun,” Hood shouted to the Burns operative. “Remem-
oy we're hunting a killer!”

The search was fruitless. Crestfallen, Hood and Detective
Bates were forced to return to Dallas. Texas was now
thoroughly aroused and a man-hunt of extensive proportions
was soon under way, with all sheriffs and law-enforcement
officers cooperating. The roads between Dallas and Tlouston
-were soon dotted with Texas Rangers, police officers and
posses of outraged citizens.

As if to make a contemptuous gesture toward his com-
bined pursuers, Hamilton and an accomplice calmly strode
into the State Bank of Carmine, Texas, on November Yth,
held up the employees, and walked out with $1000, This
was but four weeks after the Cedar [Hill robbery. ‘Then, as
if they hadn't expressed their ridicule of the oflicers’ at-
tempts sufficiently, they followed this up by robbing the
Bank of La Grange, Texas, and taking $1400 more.

Now the hunt for the bandit pair became frantic. The
exploits of the Outlaw Terror were developing into a legend.
His feats of daring were recounted over and over around
the fireside in thousands of Texas homes. Newspapers
printed colorful stories of his latest escapades, while bitter
protests against the futile efforts of the police echoed
through Texas, Oklahoma and New Mexico.

The criticism was of course unjustified, but it was felt
keenly by the police as they redoubled their efforts to
corner the man who was fast becoming the Southwest's most
notorious criminal. One night word reached Sheriff Tlood
that the desperado was in Dallas.

It was nearly midnight but the Sheriff jumped to the
opportunity. Tle hunted the bandit most of the night but
was unable to pick up his trail. Toward morning he de-
cided on a bold stroke. Ilamilton’s family lived in West
Dallas and the outlaw might be there. The Sheriff sped
to the Hamilton home and parked his car out of sight
behind a factory building.

Slowly and carefully, his gun primed for action, the
Sheriff crept through the darkness to the small house that
stood like a shadow against the sky. Tiptoeing around the
building he scanned each of the windows, but the curtains
were tightly drawn. Sheriff Hood stopped a few moments
to study the situation. Should he attempt to enter the
house alone? It did not take him long to make up his mind.

He strode boldly to the front door and knocked sharply,
stepping quickly back in anticipation of gunfire. Lights
flashed on in the front room; stealthy footsteps approached.
The door opened just enough to show a streak of light. But
all Sheriff Hood saw was the worn, frightened face of a
woman.

“What is it?” she asked, and her voice shook.

“V’m the Sheriff. I want Raymond Hamilton. Is he here?”

The woman shook her head slowly. “No,” she said dully.
“But come in if you like. I’m his mother.”

The coat she had hastily thrown over her nightgown she
now gathered more closely about her as she swung the door
wide. The Sheriff, his hand still on his gun, stepped across
the threshold. Through the rooms he went guardedly; the
house was bare and poorly furnished. In one room were
three cots from which frightened figures peered at him.
They were sisters of the outlaw. The haggard-eyed woman

(Right) The two desperadoes,
Raymond Hamilton (Jeft) and
the notorious Clyde Barrow,
who aided the former in one of
his exciting escapes

stood silently staring as the Sheriff
made his inspection. A quick glance
told him the bandit was not there.

“Where's your brother, Ray-
mond?” he asked.

“We don’t know; we haven't seen
him,” the girls answered in unison.

Sounds as if they’d rehearsed it,
thought Hood as he peered into an
adjoining .oom. This second room
was dark, and he drew his flashlight
and turned it on the two beds it
contained. From one, an elderly man
looked up startled. A young man
jumped up from the other. There
was anger in his eyes and his atti-
tude was menacing.

“Who are your” demanded the
Sheriff sternly.

“Floyd Hamilton.”

“Where's your brother?” Hood
stared intently into the eyes of the
tall figure before him.

“Haven't seen him,” was the curt
reply. “Say, why are you hunting
him this time of night? THlas he
pulled something?”

Sheriff Hood ignored the questions
as he moved toward the kitchen and
then on through the rest of the house.
The young bandit had evidently not
returned to his family that night,
and the Sheriff’s bold stroke had

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He clutched the gun in his pocket and, running swiftly to-
ward the machine, jumped in beside her. The two men stood
staring as the car glided away from the curb and went
cateening down the street. It turned at the next corner and
disappeared from sight.

* * *

The people in the vault were soon freed. The two men
outside told of seeing the bandit leave the bank; they had
thought the couple suspicious, they said. The police came
on the run. The bandit was identified as Hamilton, and
news of the hold-up was broadcast over the state. The
usual man-hunt ensued. 1 was notified and hurried to West.

In the meantime the Ford sedan, carrying Hamilton and
his sweetheart, was roaring over the road to Waco, Texas.

It had rained, the road was slippery, but Mary drove
like one possessed. Raymond had to let her do the
driving until they got far enough away from West to sto
and change places. His alert eyes were fixed on the road,
and suddenly he said:

“Better slow down, detour ahead. By the way, who were
those men staring at you as | came out of the bank?”

“I don’t know—they tried to pick me up, but | didn’t
speak to them.”

She had slowed the car a little as they turned into the
rough, dirt road, but now she pressed the accelerator again
and the sedan bounded ahead with a burst of speed. Ray-
mond announced:

“I'll take the wheel after we round the next turn.”

From this car, one of the numerous machines
stolen by the Outlaw Terror, Hamilton made a mirac-
ulous escape from what seemed certain death, on an occasion
when the law caught up with him

Terror 37

He had hardly finished speaking when the speeding car
skidded on the slippery roadway, swerved to the other side,
then went careening over the bank. It landed with a terrific
jolt half way down the embankment at the side of the road.
Mary screamed; Raymond grabbed her in his arms and
leaned over her solicitously.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, just scared to death. Where do we go from here?”

The outlaw’s sharp eyes had narrowed; a black speck had
appeared in the distance. Had their pursuers caught up
with them? Quickly he drew a small gun from his pocket
and handed it to Mary, saying:

“Here, take this! But don’t shoot unless I say so!”

The car was approaching at a rapid speed. Hamilton
glanced at his companion. “Don’t be afraid, Mary,” he
said softly. “But don’t hesitate to shoot,” he added grimly.

When the machine drew near he realized it was no police
car. He allowed his gun to drop and he smiled at Mary,
saying, “It’s all right, dear. There’s no danger. But I’ve
got to take this car to get out of here. We can get it
without any shooting.”

Hamilton caught sight of a woman at the wheel of the
automobile, which he now saw was a Ford sedan. When
she drew up alongside, Hamilton signalled and the car
stopped abruptly. A pretty woman climbed from the
sedan. Hamilton approached her.

He stepped up and glanced into the Ford’s interior. A
little five-year-old boy sat there. The woman looked in-
terestedly at the wrecked car. Hamilton, his right hand in
his coat ee ate stepped close to her. He knew the roads
were probably alive with police officers and posses by this
time. He and hag O’Dare were in a bad spot.

Explaining that she was Mrs. Cam Gunter from the near-
by town of Mexia, Texas, she looked at the dapper, blond

oung man sympathetically. But in a flash her friendly
ook turned to one of abject terror and she shrank back
toward the Ford sedan where her small son sat wide-eyed.
For the blond man had suddenly pulled his hand from his
coat pocket. It contained a gun which he leveled directly
at her head.

“We just robbed a bank and will have to take your car!”
he said. His tone was threatening.

The startled woman screamed and the little boy in the
car began to cry.

“Shut that kid up and hold your noise if you want to
live. You’re in no danger if you do what I tell you. Help
us transfer our things! Our car’s wrecked and we need the
use of your car. We've got to get going before the police
catch us.”

MEANWHILE, Mary O’Dare had descended from_the
wrecked machine, where she had taken refuge when Mrs.
Gunter’s car stopped, with an armload of guns and ammu-
nition. She hurried toward the Ford. The helpless woman
was forced to aid in carrying two suitcases, two Browning
machine-guns, a sawed-off shotgun, a .45 caliber Colt pistol,
a wooden case of ammunition and two blankets, and in
placing them in her own Ford.

She could not take her eyes off the feminine companion
of the bandit who handled a small-caliber pistol with such
nonchalance .as she worked. In a short space of time the
transfer had been accomplished and the badly frightened
Mrs. Gunter was ordered into the back seat of her Ford.

. “You're coming with us as our hostage,” the bandit told
er.

The distracted woman looked at the desperado with
leading eyes while she begged: “Don’t take my little son.
je knows his way to a friend’s house near here. Just put
him on the road.” She turned her tear-stained face to Mary

O’Dare. “Please!”

Mary’s eyes softened and she looked at Hamilton with an
axpression he understood.

“Okay,” said the bandit. “Hop out, sonny, and be quick
about it.”

The wondering eyes of the frightened child looked hesi-
tantly at his mother. “Go back to Frank Rogers’ house,
darling,” she said through her tears. “You know how to
get there, don’t you?” The boy made no answer but
toddled off.

Raymond had climbed into the driver's seat. Mary sat
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THE REAL STORY
OF HAMILTON’S
CRIMSON CAREER

By Sheriff
R. A. SCHMID

Datlas County, Texas
7 As told to
HUBERT DAIL
Staff Investigator for
Master Detective

down to him. He looked into her gay, laughing face,

then bent over and pressed his mouth caressingly against
hers.

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The following day the two set out in
sive car Raymond had stolen for them, They visited
more shops, had lunch in another hotel; all sense of
the danger they were in seemed to have vanished
from their minds. This man who was an escaped
convict; whose notorious crimes were front page
news all over the country, and whose picture had
been printed in every newspaper in the land,

seemed totally unconscious of the risk he was
running.

the big, expen-

And this daring attitude had been
communicated to Mary O’Dare. It was
largely this reckless courage of his that
fascinated the girl. When he suggested
that they dress themselves up and go to
a theater that evening she was delighted.
So they dined at an expensive Memphis
restaurant.

The Texas bandit sat self-consciously
in his new dinner coat. Opposite him
Mary’s white shoulders emerged from
her red evening dress, her eyes were
aglow with the adventure of life. A
black-coated waiter respectfully took
their order. The orchids on Mary’s
shoulder bobbed lightly as she swayed to
the rhythm of the dance orchestra, her
little foot under the table tapping to the
familiar jazz tune.

“Let’s dance,” said Raymond and
stood up. He slipped an arm about the
gir and they glided out on to the dance

Oor, a conspicuous, laughing and gay
young couple.

(Above) Part of Hamilton’s ar-
senal, which the kidnapped Mrs.
Gunter helped carry to her car
when it was confiscated by the
Outlaw Terror

Raymond Hamilton (right) gazes
wistfully from one of the prison
cells which he boasted could never
hold him, during an interlude
when his escapades were brought
to a halt by the police

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In my Dallas office we were stil] check-
Ing and re-checking information ahout

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The Story Thus Far:

AYMOND HAMILTON'S outlaw career be-

gan in West Dallas, Texas, where he was ar-
rested for car stealing. In January, 1932, after
escaping from prison, he joined the notorious
Clyde Barrow. Their first major crime was the
murder of J. N. Bucher, during a hold-up in Hills-
boro, Texas. Later, they wounded Sheriff Max-
well of Atoka, Oklahoma, and killed his deputy,
Eugene Moore, when the officers attempted to
question them. Other crimes followed.

Hamilton then became a lone wolf—holding
up the First State Bank of Cedar Hill, Texas.
While living with his new partner, Gene O'Dare,
he became enamoured of O’Dare’s wife, Mary. In
December, 1932, Hamilton and O’Dare were cap-
tured in Bay City, Michigan. Extradited to
“Texas, the Outlaw Terror was sentenced to East-
ham Prison Farm for a period of two hundred
and sixty-three years.

No sooner was he incarcerated than he
began plans for escape. He obtained the
aid of a trusty, Jimmy Mullen, who, on
his release, contacted Raymond’s broth-
er, I-loyd, Clyde Barrow, and the latter's
sweetheart, Bonnie Parker. The four
conspirators smuggled guns to the prison.
A few days later, Raymond and three
other convicts, including Henry Methvin
and Joe Palmer, made their get-away.
During the break, however, Major Crow-
son of Eastham Prison was slain by
Palmer,

News of bank robberies in Iowa and
Oklahoma, perpetrated by Hamilton and
Barrow from time to time, drifted back
to Sheriff Schmid of Dallas County,
Texas. He determined to re-capture the
Outlaw Terror. Federal officers joined
the police in the far-flung man-hunt.

Mary O’Dare, divorced from her hus-
band, had joined Hamilton and the gang,
which now included Barrow, Bonnie
Parker and Henry Methvin. Late in
February, 1934, they held up a bank in
Lancaster, Texas, escaping with $5,000. A quarrel later
ensued between Clyde and Raymond. Barrow wished Bon-
nie to share in the loot,. but Hamilton insisted that Mary
should also be included. Barrow reached for a gun. Mary
screamed. Bonnie leveled her pistol. . . .

The Story Continues:
PART III

AMILTON’S eyes were ablaze, but he spoke softly.
“None of that! We’ve been friends for a long time,
Clyde, but now we’re going to separate.” There
was a hard, dominant note beneath the softness as
he said: “And now put those guns away!”

A dead silence had fallen over the occupants of the Ford
sedan. Hamilton extended his hand toward his friend. “No
hard feelings,” he said, “but Mary and I'll take our share
and be on our way.”

Solemnly the two outlaws shook hands. Then Hamil-
ton again counted the money, this time into four stacks. He
picked up one and stuffed it into his pocket. “Now drive us
nearer town so we can get to a hotel.”

‘They'll get you,” Clyde warned him. But Raymond
smiled. ,

So the gang split up, and that night Mary and Raymond
Hamilton took a train for Memphis, Tennessee. Mary had
joined the bandit because he had created the feeling in her
that life with him would be exciting, adventurous and

“You're coming with us as
our hostage,” said Hamil-
ton to the terrified Mrs.
Cam Gunter (above). Fear
for her life aroused the
countryside to one of the
most extensive man-hunts
in the history of Texas

luxurious. She really loved the outlaw, but she ,
had hated the life they led with Bonnie and
Clyde; always living in the car, constantly fear-
ing to enter a town or city; frequently not bath-
ing for days; never sure when they would be able
to get food.

ow the girl was delighted over the turn events
had taken; she and Raymond could live as they
pleased. In Memphis they registered at the best
hotel in the city. Hamilton, too, had longed for good
clothes, clean beds, baths and attractive surround-
ings. His pockets were full of money and the two
spent their first day visiting shops in the southern city.

That night in their luxurious bedroom Mary donned
a filmy orchid negligée. Raymond sat in a big armchair, (
in blue-and-white striped silk pajamas and blue silk s
bathrobe; his eyes glowing with admiration as he s
watched the diminutive Mary. He had never been in ; .
such a fine hotel before; never seen such a room; nevef
had a pair of silk pajamas, and never seen anyone as
lovely as Mary.

The small, brown-haired girl leaned across the dressing
table, looked at herself approvingly. She took up an ato-
mizer of perfume and sprayed it on her hair.

“Darling,” she said, her voice low and cooing, “this is
known as heaven.” Then she crossed the room and, perch-
ing on the arm of her lover's chair, put out a tiny hand and
stroked his blond head. His arm encircled her, pulled her

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36 Master

the escaped Hamilton. We knew the Hamilton gang had
gone north, rumors reaching us repeatedly of their having
been seen in Illinois. I was in constant touch with police
officials, Federal officers and detectives throughout the ter-
ritory. Hundreds of cars had been stopped and examined.
But we could never quite put our finger on the wary outlaw.

Then one day | got word over the 8rapevine that Ham-
ilton and his girl had Separated from Barrow and were
travelling on their own. It was a blustery March day, about
three weeks after the Lancaster bank hold-up, and I was
poring over a pile of papers on the desk before me, when
my otfice door opened and one of my deputies poked his
head inside.

“Can I talk to you, Chief?” he asked.

“Sure! Come in,” | invited,

He drew up a chair. “I believe |’ve got something,” he be-
gan, pulling out a cigar. “I’ve just contacted an informant
who tells me the Outlaw Terror is down in Memphis with his
girl. They're doing the night clubs and living like million-
aires, :

I pushed the papers far back on the desk with my elbows
and leaned forward. “Yes?”

“That's all.” He bit the end off a cigar, put it in his
mouth and touched a match to it. “I can’t tell you where |
got the information. Promised | wouldn't. But I think it’s
straight.”

I picked up the telephone from my desk. “Get me the
Chiet of Police in Memphis.” When he answered | gave him
my deputy’s information. His voice was excited as he told
me he would investigate the tip at once.

* 0K Ok

HE morning following this conversation a black Ford

sedan was racing southwest; it had crossed Arkansas and
was now heading straight for Dallas, Texas. A blond young
man in a gray suit and dark blue double-breasted
Overcoat guided the car. Beside him sat a smartly-dressed
girl in black suit, chic little hat, and expensive silver fox fur.

The girl regarded the road stretching into the distance
before them. ‘“‘Have we got enough gas?” she asked softly.
“T guess we shouldn’t have spent all the money so quickly.
But, we did have fun, didn’t we?” She turned her small,
round face toward her companion,

He leaned over and kissed her carefully rouged mouth.
“Yes, we've got enough gas. We'll have plenty of money
before night. I know where to get it.”

His voice was confident; his manner sure. The irl looked
at him; pride shone in her dark eyes. His yellow-gloved
hands on the car’s wheel moved easily, as he branched on to
a road known to them both and sent the automobile around
the outskirts of Dallas,

“In a few more miles I’ll leave you and go get us some
change. Then I’ll call back for you and we'll skip to-
gether,”

“Oh no, you don’t.” The dark-haired girl leaned forward,
Stared into his eyes, color mounting to her cheeks. “Where
you go I go. Get that straight.” Her voice was determined.

“All right, honey, if you insist.” The dapper blond man’s
voice was gentle; he looked at the girl beside him affec-
tionately,

Presently he turned the Ford into the Waco highway
and entered the town of West. He drove directly to the
State National Bank and pulled up before the entrance. Re-
moving his overcoat and gloves, he took off his hat, put his
hand in his pocket and felt the hard object there. Then he
leaned sidewise and deliberately kissed the pretty girl be-
side him. Her right hand shot out and grasped him con-
vulsively, then her chin went up.

“Happy landing,” she said, as the young man sprang from
the car. Her eyes followed him as ‘he disappeared through
the bank’s entrance. Then she quickly slid into the driver's
seat; the motor was still running. She didn’t notice the two
men watching her from across the street; didn’t see them
slowly approaching the car.

The blond man in the gray suit had stopped just inside
the dogrway and glanced uickly about him. The bank
seemed filled with people. He chose a Position of vantage
and, as he whipped out the .45 caliber gun, his voice echoed
in the big room:

“This is a hold-up!”

The seven people in the bank turned their astonished faces

Detective

toward the young man who stood there alone. so confident-
ly, pointing his gun. He swung his automatic just enough
to make each person inside the room feel he was individu-
ally covered. C. W. Holloway, the president of the bank,
was standing near the cashier’s window talking to a custo-
mer. The assistant cashier, J. K. Lednicky, was consulting
with the cashier, Mr. H. C. Edwards. A small boy had
just entered to cash a check and two other bank employees
were busily engaged in the rear of the bank.

The people were in widely separated parts of the large
room. Now, with practised cunning, the outlaw maneuvered
them into one place. Pointing with his left hand to the
office of President Holloway, he ordered:

“Get into that office over there and be quick about it!”

The commanding tone in this blond man’s voice had
forced obedience from many a victim. Now he stood coolly
Staring as the seven people in the State National Bank
hurried into the office indicated. When they were herded
into the small room, he said:

aes better. Now keep together and go back to the
vault!”

He swung his gun ominously, and the bewildered men
and boy backed into the open vault. The cashier was or-
dered to get the money and stack it on the desk in front of
the bandit. Pulling a’small flour sack from his coat pocket,
the robber started scooping up the currency with his slen-
der, agile fingers, while he continued to keep his automatic
trained on the victims in the vault.

When he had put the last bill into the sack he closed the
vault’s door and, leaving the seven persons shouting for help,
he tucked the small sack under his coat, stuffed his gun back
into his pocket and walked out of the bank. As he emerged
from the entrance he saw two men near the rear of the car,
looking intently at Mary.

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letter came_in addressed to a well-known
lawyer in Dallas. It had been sent care
of me. This was a rather unusual proceed-
ing and | at once telephoned the lawyer,
A. S. Baskett of Dallas, and asked him
to hasten to my office.

When he had read the letter he silently
placed it on the desk before me. It was
from New Orleans, written on the sta-
tionery of the Lafayette Hotel, and con-
tained.a bill for a room at the hotel. It
was signed by Raymond Hamilton. The
outlaw’ was evidently worried because
the murders of the two motorcycle officers
and the officer at Commerce had been at-"
tributed to him. He had chosen this
means of establishing an alibi~Fhe_hotel
room receipt showed that he had been
the New Orleans hotel at the time of the

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A_hundred-dollar bill was enclosed in
the letter with which the outlaw asked Mr.
Baskett to put this information before the
public. The letter stated:

I am sending you a bill from the:
hotel where | was staying at the time
of the killing in Commerce, Okla- :
homa. | haven't been with Clyde and.

Bonnie since the Lancaster robbery, i

I am enclosing a one-hundred-dollar
bill and want this put before the pub-»
lic in the right way ... 1 am also ene»
closing my finger-prints on this bill. I ©
am also leaving a letter at this hotel.
for you... You can call for it... 1%
am a lone man and intend to stay
that way.
Yours truly,
Raymonp HAMILTON

I called the New Orleans police at once

Master Detective

and gave Chief Grosch our information.
One of »y deputies, W, D. Walker, hap-
pened to be in the Louisiana city on an-
other matter. | telephoned Deputy Wal-
ker and asked him to go to the Lafayette
Hotel and investigate at once. Within an
hour he called me back over the long-
distance telephone.

“Yes, Hamilton was there all right,” he
assured me. “And there was another let-
ter at the hotel for Mr. Baskett. The
police here have taken it. Hamilton and

is girl papiatered as Mr. and Mrs, F. W.
Murphy, Lake Charles, Louisiana, The
night c ark, 7050 Jackson, identified Ham-
ilton, so did a bell hop. ,

_. “Everyone in the- hotel thought they
pene newlyweds, . They acted crazy about
' eath~other, and spent a bunch of money.

They said they were leaving the city by
the 8:20 train, Friday—they checked out
then. All the hotel employees say they

seemed very happy and cheerful and not
"at all worried.”

-“Were they srwving 8 car?” | asked. -
“No, they went about in taxis, Chief
Grosch and the New Orleans Police are
trying to check up on their movements’
after they left the-hotel.”

And now Louisiana joined Texas, Okla-

~ homa, and New Mexico in the man-hunt

for the notorious Hamilton,
; * * *

While the search was being carried on
with added vigor, the outlaw and _ his
_ pretty companion, Mary O’Dare, were on
a train bound for St. Louis. They were

- in ‘the day coach. Newspapers had been -

payin up the fact that the bandit and
is girl were living lavishly, and Raymond

decided they would be less conspicuous in
the day coach, rather than in a Pullman.

The train pulled in at a station and
eee. The bandit couple glanced cas-
ually out of the window. After one glance
the outlaw ducked down in his seat; Mary
sat rooted with fear. Six heavily-armed
officers were boarding the train. The
frightened girl looked wild-eyed at her
desperado lover; she depended on him un-
questioningly in a crisis.

She saw both his hands reach into the
bulging pockets of his dark-blue suit. He
didn’t move a muscle, but his mouth had
widened into a thin line. Through clenched
téeth he whispered: “Don’t move! Don't
look around!’

The girl sat perfectly still, listening with
taut nerves to the tramp of the officers’
feet coming down the car aisle. Pictures
of the outlaw had’ been spread over the
front pages of newspapers for weeks; yet
he had dared to travel in broad daylight
on this train. .

On came the tramping feet behind them.
When the officers neared the tense couple,
the footsteps suddenly stopped.

‘Will the officers trap the Outlaw
Terror? Or will the elusive Hamil-

ton slip through their fingers? Are.

more lives to be sacrificed so that. he
ns $ go’ free?
ead of the unexpected and amaz-

_ ing developments in the nefarious ca-

reer of the ruthless desperado, and of
the parting of Mary O’Dare and her
bandit lover, in the next installment
of this fascinating story, appearing in
the May issue of MASTER DETECTIVE,
at all news stands April 14th,

“Phantom of the Shadows

sitting in ‘the middle and Mike Branca
sat in the seat nearest the sidewalk,” |’

. “That's right,” said DeGloria. -“Then
this fellow walked up to the side of ‘the
car, and asked: ‘Who's the boy friend?’

out, saying: ‘What do you want?’

“All of a sudden the ‘fellow swung and

Tan. P

“Do you know whether the assailant
had anything in his hand at that time?”

“I couldn’t see anything.” °

age nv ee catch up with him?”

“Then Mike must have been stabbed
while sitting in the car.” é

DeGloria scratched his head. “I guess
so, only | didn’t see it.” a
ed you notice what the man looked
ike? ,

“No. It was very dark, and his face
was muffled by his coat.”

sleeve. How did you get that?’
“I! helped Branca: into the car. While

driving to the hospital | had my hand on |,

his neck to stop the bleeding.”

“Was Branca married?”

“Yes, he was.” DeGloria raised his hand
protestingly. ~“Don’t think his wife had
anything to do with this, because | know
you're mistaken.” eek '

I then asked where the girls lived.

“I don’t know the add i
Fleming. Her sister lives at 1101 First
Avenue.” * ‘ »§

“I’m sorry, DeGloria, but I4l have to
ood you as a material witness,” I told

im.

Five minutes later Detectives. Frank T. >

Waldron of the Manhattan Homicide

Bibi

ress of Betty.

(Continued from page 46)
Squad, and Arthur W. Damica of the

Nineteenth Detective Squad, arrived.

Damica advised: “I’ve sent a flash
through the neighborhood. Every officer
has been warned to pick up all drunks.”

I nodded. “That should take care of
the drunk angle.”

“What next?” Waldron asked.

“Let’s pick up the girl who was in the
* car.”
Patrolman Salter had allowed her to

return to her home, after having obtained

‘her name and address. | drove to Edna
Rahl’s apartment, and took her to the
police station. I asked her to describe
the events that led up to the murder. In
substance her reply was the same as told
by DeGloria. ;

“Did you see the man who committed

the murder?”

“No. It was too dark; | couldn’t see
anything.”

., Did you see how the murder was com-
mitted?”

She shook her head,

“Miss Rahl,” I said sharply, “you’re
trying to withhold some vital informa-
tion. Why don’t you tell the truth?”

““T am telling the truth!” she cried.

I noticed her slim, white hands twist-
ing nervously in her lap. j
‘Are you afraid?” I asked suddenly,
~ “No, I’m not afraid,” she said. “Only
-I don’t know what this is all about. Why
do you hold me? Why don’t you let me

go home?” : :

“You are a pretty girl, Miss Rahl. You
go out with many fellows, don’t you?”

“No, sir, | don’t. I’m engaged to be
married,”

“Who is the man?”

“Dennis Sheehan.”

“Where does he live?”

“404 East 65th Street.”

.What happened to your sister? Why
did she have to leave?’
“She had to get home. It was getting
ate.” ;

“Is your sister married?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Divorced?”

a? sir. Just separated from her hus-
and,

“What’s her married name?”

“Betty Fleming.”
‘ ee they part amicably or was there a
ight?”

“I guess they had their squabbles.”

“Did you see Fleming in Benny’s Spa-
ghetti House on the night of the murder?”

“No, sir.” The answer came with an
emphatic shake of the head.

Her sister, she added, had gone home
twenty minutes before the crime. :

“She could not have been mixed up in
this and | am certain that her husband is
just as innocent. It was just some drunk
who did it.”

“I guess you ought to know, Miss Rahl,”
I said sternly, “that Michael Branca died
bry minutes ago, It’s a case of mur-

er,

Edna gasped. I saw her hands grasp
the arms of her chair, and the blood drain
from her face. fi?

1 took Detective Damica to one side.
“There’s something about this case that
doesn’t seem right to me,” | said to him,
“I cannot picture a drunk committing a
murder like this one. You won't find a
drunk flashing a razor with the speed and
skill of a barber. . Besides, how could a
drunk have disappeared in so short a

> RSS Saba So

He took out his automatic and placed it
on the ground beside him, then began
eating ravenously. Mary, munching a
sandwich, leaned against a tree trunk and
watched him. He was perfectly calm;
didn’t even seem tired. Occasiobally the
sound of a motor on the distant highway
came to them. Mary glanced dd startled
at every sound. The young girl hadn’t ac-
quired the steel-like nerves of her outlaw
lover.

Suddenly out of the surrounding dark-
ness shrieked a police siren. The three
stopped eating and sprang to their feet.
In a flash the dapper gangster had tensed

into a fighting animal. He curtly ordered —

the two women into the car while he
slipped to the edge of the road and peered
into the darkness. - :

_ The siren sounded ann and this time
It was nearer. Hamilton, movie
the cat-like swiftness that marked him in
times of danger, sprang into the Ford and
started the engine. ithout lights he
eon drove through the underbrush
toward the short country road leading to
the Houston highway. :

He had st one of the Browning ma-
chine-guns across his knees, and Mary
O’Dare had exchanged her small auto-
matic for the Colt pistol. The girl’s eyes
were glazed with fear.

AS Hamilton drove the darkened car'
adroitly to the edge of the country
road, the roar of the police siren. came:
threateningly to their ears once more, At.
the same instant the bright headlights of a’
car turned from the highway two hundred |
feet away and dashed toward them.
The hostage in the Ford’s back seat:

coming car. The wail from the siren’
now was so close it was deafening. Ham-
ilton sat tense, his submachine gun poised
ready for the onslaught. | :
The police car was coming at a terrific
speed. Hamilton fingered the trigger ex-
pectantly while his two companions shrank
down in the tonneau to escape the antici-
pated rain of bullets. There was a roar
as the police car shot by them. The out-
law didn’t lose a second. Quickly’ sens-

_ing his advantage, he shot the Ford for-: °

ward down the country road, straight for
the highway. ‘ ;

“This is a dead-end road,” he said.
“They'll be back in a few minutes.”

As they made the highway and turned
south, the police siren sounded again, this
time far down the country road, The
wily bandit turned on the Ford’s head-
lights; his eyes seemed to see in all direc-
tions at once. “Look back,” he shouted
to Mary. “Any sign of the police?”

“There are a lot of cars coming,” she
said, making. an effort to keep her voice
steady and hide the. excitement that
throbbed within her. : ;

Mrs. Gunter anxiously eyed the passing
cars and wondered if she should shout her
plight to them. Fortunately for her she

ept quiet. Slumped far down in his .

seat, Hamilton seemed the picture of a

‘nonchalant pleasure driver, but his nar-

rowed eyes and the steely glint that flashed

from them gave evidence that he realized -.

the desperateness of their situation. No
one stopped them and ey sped along
the highway till daybreak. The following
morning at eight o'clock they drove into
the outskirts of Houston. It was Sunday
and the streets were deserted.

“They didn’t Gor us to show up
down here,” said Raymond.

He knew the city well and kept away
from the center of the town. Purpose
shone in the outlaw’s eyes as he drove up
one street and down another. “ Mrs. Gun-
ter scon realized he was looking for an-

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other carto steal. When his eyes spotted
a new Ford V-8 sedan he drove slowly
pest it, pulling his car up to the curb a
ittle beyond where it was parked,

He got out, opened the door to the
rear where his hostage sat, and ordered
her into the driver's seat. The kidnap
victim knew he had a machine-gun and
nervously climbed into the front seat un-
der the driver’s wheel.

_ “Sit here until you see me drive past
in that Ford, then follow! Don’t try to
pull anything or I'll blow your head off!”

Mary O’Dare, in the seat beside her,
kept a leveled revolver in her lap. Her
dark anxious eyes were turned full on
Mrs. Gunter. For several minutes - the
two women sat without speaking. Soon
they heard the sound of a motor behind
them and they saw Hamilton drive on
up the street.

“Get going!” ordered Mary.

Mrs. Gunter started the car and fol-
lowed Hamilton out of town. He turned
the newly stolen car off the road among
some trees, and motioned Mrs, Gunter
to draw up alongside.

“Come on,” he said to Mary, “We'll
put our stuff in this car—it’s in pretty
good condition. Then we'll get started
spending some of this money.’

_ Mrs. Gunter sat in her own car, anx-
ious-eyed, waiting to hear what the ban-
dits intended to do with her. Raymond
-and Mary hurriedly transferred their be-
longings to the other Ford, Then Ham-
ilton sauntered over to her, drew out some
‘bills and placed thirty dollars in the
astonished woman’s lap. ©’

“For repairs on your car,” he said.
Climbing into the new sedan beside Mary,
‘he drove out to the main road, said |
Mrs. Gunter speechless. As his car picke
-up, he called back threateningly: “Don’t
try to follow us!” and was gone.

** * )!

Radio broadcasts had been sent out
“every few hours all during the night. We
‘police officers were keeping in constant
“communication with auch other, feverish-
ly trying to capture the Outlaw Terror and
return folly unter’s mother to him. But

hours of hard work and unceasing search

or their hostage.

iw seemed fantastic that we could not
* find a trace of the fugitives. Not a soul
in Texas seemed to have caught:a glimpse
*of them since the five-year-old Gunter
child had seen them drive away with his
_mother. Newsboys were crying extras.
And as the hours wore on, citizens or-
ganized to give the police further aid.
Throughout the long weary hours of
the night I sped from place to place in-
vestigating the rumors that flooded my
office; checking up on my men at frequent
intervals to make sure everything possible
was being done to apprehend the outlaw.

But when citizens dashed for their Sunday

morning papers, hoping for news of the

boy’s mother, there wasn’t a word of en-
couragement for them. We hadn’t an idea

ether Raymond Hamilton was travel-
ling north, south, east or west.

‘Toward noon | was called by the Hous-
ton Police Department. The minute |
vheard Captain George Peyton’s voice |
» knew he had _ something.isi“What’s the
latest?” I_ asked. pee

'“Mrs. Gunter’s here in my office,” camé
‘the Captain’s voice. “She was left on the
~ outskirts of Houston about: ten o’clock

ne eal

.“«-this morning. After Hamilton and his girl

‘y'drove off in a stolen Ford, she made her
way to a filling station and telephoned the

~-| police,”

id
«+My relief at the news of Mrs. Guntet’s
safety was intense. And in -addition to

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ete

had not developed a trace of the bandits

this satisfaction we now had a real lead;
at least we knew in what part of the coun-
try the bandit was travelling. Captain
Peyton flashed the outlaw’s Todatian all
over the southern part of Texas, and the
hunt became concentrated there. Liter-
ally every part of southeastern Texas was
combed for Hamilton and his girl. The
fugitives didn’t have much of a start this
time, and highways and roads were
blocked off so they couldn’t slip through
the lines,

I thought it possible that Hamilton
might head back for his native city, as
he had done on several occasions, and had
the West Dallas district kept under con-
stant observation. The highways leadin
to Dallas were all under heavy guard, mn
posses were patrolling most of the back
roads in the territory.

And yet late that afternoon, on one of
these back roads leading to the town of
Grapevine, a car was parked. We did not
know it at the time but this road was
a regular meeting place for the Barrow-
Hamilton outfit on Sunday afternoons.
Henry Methvin, one of the bandits Clyde
had rescued from the Eastham Prison
Farm, was peacefully sleeping in the back

of the parked car, while under a’ near-by -

tree Clyde and Bonnie Parker sat talk-
ing.

TH ESE former companions of Raymond
Hamilton. were broke, and when they

* heard about the West bank hold-up they

decided to waylay Raymond and Mary.
They intended to take the stolen money
and kill both of them. Of course, they
weren't sure their prey would come along
the road this afternoon, but they knew
they craquensy came to this place when
in trouble, in order to contact friends
who would aid them.

Bonnie’s fingers played with the gun in
her hand. “We'll get them the minute
they get here,” she said, “before they get
the drop on us,”

“Okay, We got Ray out of jail and he
seems willing to let us starve.”

A cloud of dust appeared on the hori-
zon and rolled rapidly toward them. Clyde
and Bonnie started to their feet. They
stood grimly rigid, their guns poised,
ready for action. Out of the dust two
motorcycle officers appeared. Clyde and
Bonnie Were not expecting this type of
visitors. “Let ’em have it!”: exclaimed

Cayce.

everal shots rang out. The startled
officers were given no time for defense.
Slugs from the bandits’ guns tore into
them. They toppled from their motor-
cycles and fell dead on the highway, With-
out hesitation Clyde and Bonnie hur-
riedly entered their car and drove: off;
the astonished Methvin gaping in the back
seat.

The officials, having no knowledge of
what had actually happened, assumed that
ten yore Hamilton and Mary O’Dare
had committed this double murder, Clyde
and Bonnie were thought to be far awa
in another state. The hunt for Hamil-
ton was speeded up by the spirit of re-
venge that swept through the state at
the news of these cold-blooded killings.
Raymond Hamilton was called the most
daring and heartless criminal of all time.

Totally oblivious of the dastardly crime

- which was being ascribed to them, Ray-
mond Hamilton and Mary O’Dare were

driving over the roads on the outskirts
of Houston. They had exchanged the
stolen automobile of the morning for a
more powerful car. And. Raymond had
pus on this second machine a set of new
icense plates he had with him.

. Rounding a curve they were startled at
seeing a crowd of people in the road
ahead. Mary straightened up, her lips

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Outlaw Terror
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in the back with guns, blankets, suitcases
piled all around her. The car started and
went bounding over the rough detour
at a mad pace. They had gone several
miles when Hamilton slowed down as. if
puzzled. Turning to his prisoner, he said:

“If you want to see that kid of yours
again tell me how to find the back roads
around here. If the police catch us it’s
going to mean a gun battle! And,” he
added, “you may get killed.”

Mrs. Gunter stared hard at the dapper
driver. Where had she seen that face be-
fore? Mary sat half-turned, her weapon
covering the _tear-stained, drawn face of
the captive. The kidnapped woman in the
Ford’s back seat saw the girl’s bright eyes
send frequent furtive glances at the road
behind them.

Bur hours went by and there was no

sign of pursuit. All that day they drove,
sometimes under the prisoner's directions,
zigzagging to the south over country
roads, avoiding the highways and the
towns. Twice, when it was necessary to
cross a main_artery of traffic, Hamilton
stopped the Ford and made a careful in-
spection to determine that there wasn’t
a car in sight on the paved highway, be-
fore driving quickly across. |

By six o'clock it was getting dark, and
the occupants of the fleeing automobile
had driven with no food and no rest.
Hamilton finally parked the’ car on a de-
serted road. The frightened Mrs. Gunter
Was in a state of collapse. Mary O’Dare’s
face looked worn, but the outlaw seemed
undisturbed. He produced’a white bag
and began emptying its contents on the
front seat between him and the girl.

Mrs. Gunter’s eyes widened—the sack
was full of money. All at once something
clicked in her mind. She was sure the
blond man was the Raymond Hamilton
whose picture she had seen in the news-
papers. Fully conscious of the threaten-
ing gun leveled at her by the pretty girl,
Mrs. Gunter watched the bandit’s slender
fingers move deftly as he counted out
the money. Finally the desperado looked
ube the girl, smiled reassuringly and
said:

“Well, baby, we eat! It's about twelve
hundred dollars—not much, but some-
thing!”

He put the money back in the sack.
Darkness had by this time settled around
them. Hamilton felt completely reas-
sured. Driving off the country road he
boldly turned the Ford into a main high-
way, over which it sped toward Houston.
The three people in the sedan were fam-
ished. Shortly after midnight they passed
a sandwich wagon’ and Raymond pulled
the car off the highway and stopped.

“Let me go in and get the food,” sug-
gested Mary, and there was fear in her
voice. “Somebody might recognize you.”

But before she had finished speaking
the bandit had climbed from the car and
disappeared inside the building. The pretty
girl was worn and tired, her eyes were
troubled but she kept them alertly on the
prisoner. A relieved expression took pos-
session of the young face when Hamilton
returned safely with an armload of: sand-
wiches and a bottle of milk.

He sprang into the car and they were
soon tearing down the road at high speed.
The bandit seemed to know this country
well. He turned into a deserted road for
about two hundred yards; then parked
the car out of sight among some trees and
turned out the lights. Looking at Mrs.

Gunter with a somewhat softened expres-
sion, he said invitingly:

“Now we eat!”

kok *

While these things were happening |
had arrived in West. I hurried to the bank
and made an inspection, then consulted
with the local police. While | was try-
ing to dig up all the information | could,
word came that a five-year-old youngster
by the name of Joll unter had arrived
at the home of a Frank Rogers, not far
from West. He had prattled to the Rog-
ers a story of how a man and woman
had pointed a pistol at his mother and
driven off with her.

The moment: this information reached
us we hurried to Frank Rogers’ house to
question the child. Word of the bank
robbery had been sent over the radio and
telephoned to all police departments in
the district. Now a second broadcast told
of the kidnapping of Mrs. Gunter.

A wave of terror spread over the coun-
tryside when newspapers and radios told
the news. Fear for the kidnapped woman's
life was expressed; public sentiment ran
high, and hundreds of citizens volunteered
to aid in the search for the little boy’s
mother. The police were blamed severely
for the fact that the most dangerous
criminal in Texas remained at large.

All day the radios and telegraph wires
hummed with descriptions of the bandit.
In and around Dallas | investigated nu-
merous rumors of Hamilton having been
seen here or there. I sent squad after
squad of my men into the back roads
and over the highways, hoping some lead
would develop. But night settled over
us and Bill Decker, my chief deputy, and
I, sat wearily down to think things over.
Suddenly Bill leaned forward intently.

“Ts after dark,” he said, “and we

haven’t got a single clue. Hamilton
may be north, south, east or west, or he
may be right here in Dallas, And that
kid’s mother is still not rescued. | can im-
agine what the morning papers are going
to say about us.”

On the desk before me was a_ police
photo of the outlaw. I stared at the ar-
rogant face as my deputy talked. Ever
since taking office as Sheriff of Dallas
County the year before, | had been trying
to set traps that would result in the cap-
ture of this desperado and his friend,
Clyde Barrow. But at that moment |
was possessed with one single purpose—to
return Jolly Gunter’s mother to him

safely.

“The thing that’s been bothering me
all day,” | told Decker, “is that when we
do catch up with Hamilton, Mrs. Gunter
may have been killed.”

* * *

While we were worrying about Mrs.
Gunter, I was to learn later, she was stag-
ering from the back seat of the automo-
bile faint with fear and hunger. It was
seventeen hours since she had had any-
thing to eat, and the strain of the day
had been terrible. She had no idea how
long the outlaws would force her to ac-
company them. They might insist on her
remaining indefinitely. She wondered if
her little son had found his way safely
to Frank Rogers’ house and if the police
were hunting for her. What was her hus-
band doing? She knew he must be terribly
worried,

“Sit down on the grass,” said Hamil-
ton, giving her some sandwiches and milk.

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went dry. She whispered tensely: “Is it
a posse?”

er outlaw companion, with eyes fixed
on the road ahead, was unperturbed. He
slowed down his car. hn what we need,”
he said quietly. “It’s hitch-hikers.”

He stopped his machine beside four
young people, one of whom was a wo-
man, and called to them. “Want a ride?”

The hitch-hikers looked up gratefully
and scrambled into the rear of the sedan,
piling their belongings about them. Ham-
ilton began talking to his guests as he
started the car. Mary held her breath.
She watched him swing on to the Houston
Highway. Her eyes were filled “Ob
amazement, for they had seen police offi-
cers parked in the road in both directions,
and these officers were stopping all cars.
The girl noticed that the outlaw’s hands
were steady as he guided the automobile
directly toward one group. She knew his
submachine gun was hidden under the
cushions of the front seat.

Hamilton leaned over close to her so
the hitch-hikers couldn’t hear and said
under his breath: “Keep your hand on
your gun, but keep it out of sight!”

The girl’s right hand shot into the
emia of her black coat and stayed there.

er face was pale, but her eyes were
steady, her chin up. Two officers stepped
into the middle of the road and waved
Hamilton to a stop.

The most sought-after outlaw in the
Southwest pulled his stolen car up before
the highway police. He looked calmly at
the two officers. His left hand was on the
driver’s wheel but his right hand had
slipped out of sight at his side. One of
the four hitch-hikers in the back of the
car said something to the others and they
all laughed.

“What's all this about?” demanded
Hamilton as the officers peered into his
car.

Master Detective

The man addressed, stared: at him with
tim eyes. “We're looking for Raymond
amilton. He’s travelling along here
somewhere with a girl,”

“Do you think it’s safe for us to be on
the road?” Raymond asked.

“Oh, sure,” said the officer. “There are

‘thousands of us patrolling the highways

and we'll catch him before long—you’re
safe all right.”

The blond bandit started the car. The
policeman took the hint and banged_the
door closed. And Mary O’Dare and Ray-
mond Hamilton with the four hitch-hikers
moved off down the highway.

*x* * *

In this manner the outlaw again slipped
through the Houston police lines. The
following day the much-sought young
couple reached the city of New Orleans,
and began another orgy of spending.

The ruthless murder of an officer at

Commerce, Oklahoma, a few days later, .

was also attributed to Hamilton and his
unidentified woman companion. All over
Texas the police were being savagely at-
tacked by angry citizens. We were do-
ing everything in our power to capture
the outlaw, but everything we did seemed
of no avail—he remained at large. We
were desperate.

Raymond Hamilton was regarded now
in many quarters as invincible. It was
stated over and over that he would never
be caught; that he would always out-smart
our efforts. Newspapers throughout the
state were screaming for action. | became
more determined that one day I would
put handcuffs on this Bad Man of the
Southwest. a

On the Sunday following the killing of
the motorcycle policemen | stepped into
my office to see if there was any news of
the desperado. I was glancing over the
reports on my desk when a special delivery

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the bandits’ whereabouts, but the couple were on a train
bound for St. Louis. Heavily armed officers boarded the
train. The frightened girl nad tet desperado lover crouched
down in their seats. On came the tramping feet behind
them. Suddenly the officers stopped . . .

The Story Continues :

Part IV

HE officers had taken seats on the opposite side of
the car, just behind Hamilton and Mary. The out-
law couple sat rigidly waiting. The train moved out
of the station. Every minute the terrified girl ex-
pected to see the officers grab her or Raymond.
Then the firing would start. Her hand was on the small
gun in her pocket. Her forehead was wet with perspiration
and she moistened her dry lips. The train had gathered
speed and was tearing along. Suddenly Hamilton, ever
alert, saw a movement among the officers across the aisle.
Mary felt his body tense to spring. As the train began to
slow down at another station, the armed men arose. The
train came to a stop and they hurried from the car. The
relieved outlaws relaxed. Mary smiled wanly as she saw
the officers on the station platform. She and her lover
hadn’t been recognized, but it had been a close call.

In St. Louis the couple registered at a good hotel. They
had a purpose in going to that city. Raymond had had
several fainting spells in New Orleans, and Mary was
alarmed about him. They both felt he must have medical
attention. They had chosen St. Louis because they were
completely unknown there, and thought the danger of
recognition would be less.

Outlaws dislike to trust themselves with physicians and
hospitals, and Hamilton put off the visit to a doctor for
several days. They registered at the hotel as
Mr. and Mrs. Adair, and said they had just
been married. They asked the hotel to
recommend a doctor, but at the door Ray-
mond suddenly turned back.

“We'll be caught sure if we try this,” he
said.

Three days after their arrival in St. Louis,

Hamilton fainted three times within a few
hours. Something had to be done, so they
took a taxi and saw the doctor recommended
by the hotel. The physician said the bandit’s
nose had been broken so many times it had
infected his sinus passage and the condition
was affecting his brain.

With fear and trembling he went to the
hospital and was operated upon. Mary

watched alertly for any sign that they were being recog-
nized or betrayed. Hamilton improved rapidly, and at the
end of a week they were able to leave St. Louis. Their
money was almost gone.

This time they decided to get as far from the scene of
their crimes as they could with their scant funds. They
travelled by train to the western part of Texas and took an
apartment in the city of Amarillo.

“The police are looking for a man travelling with a
pretty girl like you,” Hamilton told Mary O’Dare. “We'll

ave to separate for a short time. I’m going to leave you
here while | go after more jack.”

Mary looked at him with anxious eyes. She knew he
was right; it wasn’t safe for them to travel together any
longer. He gave her what money he had left, which wasnt
much, and kissed her good-by. Then he wandered down to
the freight yard and climbed into a box-car. He had
changed his tailored suit for overalls and worn-out shoes.
Too much publicity had been given the fact that he was
a snappy dresser.

A few days later, on April 19th, a bank at Grand
Prairie, Texas, was held up by three men. One of the three
was a short blond man who toyed with his gun while he
announced: “This is a hold-up!” and coolly covered the
employees. The bandits escaped with about $1000.

Back in Amarillo, Mary O’Dare received a letter contain-
ing money. But they needed more money than this be-
fore Raymond could: return to her; he must pull a bigger
job. So he hid in northeastern Texas and prepared to
strike again.

He had come to the decision that freight yards were the
safest refuge for him, as it had been widely printed that he
always travelled in fast automobiles, well-dressed. Clothed
as a hobo, he now lay around in box-cars, attracting little
attention. The outlaw felt that he was safe.

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induced to enter a life of crime, sit despondently under

guard, after their capture following the Lewisville bank
hold-up

He hid alone one night in a freight yard at Denison, a
town in northeastern. Texas, near the Oklahoma state line.
He wanted to be at his best, for he had a job in mind for
the following day and needed sleep. He crawled to the
box-car’s door and rans ae! peered out. It was late, the
freight yard was in total darkness and seemed deserted. He
ducked back into the pitch-black car, curled up and went
sound asleep.

He was unaware of the shadowy figure coming slowly
through the freight yard toward the box-car where he slept.
The figure stopped before the closed door; then, very cau-
tiously, slid the door back a few inches. Stealthily the shad-
ow climbed inside the car. Silently he drew a flashlight
and turned it full on the face of the sleeping bandit.

Hamilton sprang to his feet. He faced the man, his
strong-jawed face coldly inquiring, in the circle of light
from the flash’s gleam, his hand on the gun in his pocket.
The man began to speak:

“Get out of here! And stay out! I thought I saw you
around the yard earlier in the evening!”

It was a special agent hired by the company to keep out
hoboes. Hamilton slunk past the agent and dropped to the
ground. Fleet-footed as a deer he darted through the
shadows.

THE following day he hopped a train bound for Henrietta,
Texas. Aboard he found a young boy who told him his
name was Ted Brooks. He was out of a job and had no
money, and was travelling the freight trains in an effort
to find work. Hamilton made friends with him, and boast-
fully told the boy who he was. But Brooks didn’t believe
him,

However, he persuaded Brooks to join forces with him
and together they left the freight train at Henrietta. It
didn’t take Hamilton long to steal a car. Soon the two
young men were skimming along the Texas highways in a
Plymouth sedan. The Outlaw , Sa was in the heart of
the territory where he was being widely sought, and he
didn’t have enough oe to buy gasoline.

He thought of Mary back in Amarillo, and wished he
knew how she was getting along. There was no way she
could get a letter to him. And he worried about her, for
he really loved the girl. He had come to a decision; he
would pull one more good hold-up; then he would quit,
and he and Mary would travel far away from Texas and
go straight. They both wanted to have children.

“We'll have to get some money before the gas gives out,”
he announced as they sped along.

* * %*

In Amarillo, Mary O’Dare waited for her lover. She
hoped each day would bring him back to her, and safety.
But after that one letter she heard nothing more.

She left the apartment seldom, and then only at night—

afraid that she might be recognized. One Saturday eve-

ning in late April the girl decided to go to the movies. She
saw a young man moe at her as she walked to the cor-
ner. Presently he approached and spoke to her. She was very
lonely and let him walk beside her for a minute and talk.

Then Mary started to move away from him, but he
seized her firmly by the arm. The frightened girl stifled a
scream and tried to jerk her arm loose. She looked wildly
around for help; then the man spoke earnestly:

“Easy, sister. I’m a Ranger and we've been shadowing
you for several days. Where’s Hamilton?”

The girl’s eyes were wild with fright; her face went death-
ly white. “I don’t know,” she answered weakly.

The Ranger was leading her back to her apartment. When
he told her to open the door she did so obediently. Three
other men were standing just inside the apartment.

“He isn’t here,” she wailed. “Honestly, I haven’t an idea
where he is. Honest.” She sank to a chair; her body shaken
with sobs.

“Take it easy,” Ranger Captain Hamer said. “We're

(Right) Arrow indicates Raymond Hamilton with

the county and city officers who, during the early

morning hours, rushed the Outlaw Terror to Denton,
Texas, for trial

going to stick around and catch Hamilton when he gets
back here.”

Abject terror was in the tear-stained face the girl raised
to the speaker. She knew Raymond would come to her
the minute he had collected enough money. Desperately she
tried to think of some way to get word to him. She must
try to escape.

But the officers, Ranger J. J. Shown, and Special Investi-
gators Denver Seale and M. L. Miller were settling them-
selves in Mary O’Dare’s apartment, preparing to stay in-
definitely—until they captured Raymond. Mary knew
she was trapped. She knew now that the man she loved
would soon be in the clutches of the police.

During the next few days the officers guarded her con-
stantly, never leaving the apartment. She discovered that
District Attorney Hurt of Dallas had learned that she and
Raymond were in Amarillo. He had contacted Ranger
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Meanwhile, the outlaw had managed to obtain enough
money from small robberies to last a few days. He was
waiting for the right moment to tackle the big hold-up he
was planning. On a certain side road he contacted an un-
derworld informer and learned that the Dallas police had
discovered the Amarillo apartment and were holding Mary.
He was desperate. The news speeded up his plans. He
must act at once; get money, and save Mary.

The Plymouth sedan containing Hamilton and Brooks
tolled slowly into the little town of Lewisville in Denton
County, Texas, and parked at the side entrance of the First
National Bank. Brooks stayed in the car with the motor
running, while his companion got out and walked rapidly
into the bank.

_ At the entrance he stopped for a moment and looked

(Left) The car in which Hamilton and Brooks made

their get-away following the Lewisville First

National Bank robbery. It was wrecked later,

when a posseman tried to drive it back to town
after the capture

about him. ead two men were inside. Walking so softly
that neither of the men heard him, Hamilton stepped light-
fe to the cashier’s window. E. R. Wolters, the Assistant

ashier, looked up smilingly and asked what he could do
for the stranger.

The face of the disheveled blond man underwent a sud-
den change; deep lines appeared about the swiftly narrow-
ing cold-blue eyes; the mouth became wide, thin, grim, and
the strong jaw tilted upward. Hamilton’s right hand jerked
upward from below the level of the cage window, and the
muzzle of an automatic pointed straight at Wolter's head.

“This is a hold-up!” The ominous sentence was a hoarse
whisper.

At the words the second man in the cage, about twelve
feet behind the Assistant Cashier, looked up. The bandit
shifted his gun to cover both men. Now the menacing figure
whispered again.

“Stand back from that desk. Both of you sit on the
floor.. Keep your hands out in front! One false move and
Ill kill you both!”

The two men did as they were told. In a fraction of a
second the robber had rounded the cage and was beside
them. His gun was only a few feet from their heads.

“Where’s the money?” the bandit asked curtly.

Without awaiting a reply he swiftly opened several draw-
ers, found the money, and began stuffing it into his pocket
with his left hand, never taking his gun from his two vic-
tims. While his agile fingers worked deftly, he announced
in an assured, loud voice.

“There are a carload of us in town. The others are hold-
ing up the Lewisville State Bank at the same time.”

e wheeled toward the men; fixed his cruel eyes on them
and demanded: “Where’s your pistol ?”

M. H. Milliken, the second man, and president of the
bank, pointed to a drawer. “There,” he said briefly.

The bandit opened the drawer, drew out the gun and
pocketed it. “Now open the safe,” he ordered.

The frightened men looked at each other. Mr. Milliken
tried to keep his voice steady as he said: “It’s under time
lock; it can’t be opened.”

The robber’s face was livid; his long fingers moved
angrily on his gun’s handle. Was he going to shoot them?
“This is a hell of a mess,” he barked at last. “Get up and
move into that room over there!” With his left hand he
pointed toward the directors’ room.

Milliken and Wolters arose and backed into the room
indicated.

“Now sit down on the floor and don’t try any funny
business! Stay where you are or else... .”

The bandit backed toward the side door; his gun still
covering the men in the directors’ room. When he reached
the door he jerked it open and disappeared.

Milliken’s eyes had been glued to the place where the
night-watchman’s pistol was kept. The bandit hadn't
noticed this gun. The minute the door slammed, Milliken
sprang to his feet and, hurrying over, picked up the pistol.
Dashing to the side entrance, he threw open the door.

The bandit car was just pulling away from the curb.
Hamilton was on the side nearest the bank president’s
weapon. Milliken took careful aim. The outlaw looked
coolly into the gun’s muzzle only a few feet away. As the
car started, Milliken pulled the trigger. A faint mapping
sound came from the weapon. The pistol wasn’t loaded.

The Plymouth sedan went careening along Main Street
and turned into Highway Number 40. Milliken rushed back
into the bank and told Wolters to call the police. Then he
grabbed another gun from the teller’s cage and, rushing to
the front of the bank, fired it three times.

From every direction men. rushed, trampling over them-
selves in their excitement. Bullock Hyder jumped into his’
Ford, picking up Constable D. H. Street who had come
running at the sound of the shots. They drove at break-
neck speed in the direction the Plymouth had taken. The
car had last been seen driving north (Continued on page 59)

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Anierene,

“Do you fellows know who you’ve caught?” asked Raymond
Hamilton when confronted with the powerful guns of these
two possemen, Doctor John T. Nall and Deputy Yeury of
Grayson County, who captured the elusive desperado

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The Story Thus Far:

RAYMOND HAMILTON’S amazing outlaw
career began in West Dallas, Texas, where
he was arrested for car stealing. In January,
1932, after escaping from prison, he joined the
notorious Clyde Barrow, and the two despera-
does committed many crimes, including mur-
der. Hamilton then became a lone wolf—twice
holding up the First State Bank of Cedar Hill,
Texas. Later, while living with his new part-
ner, Gene O’Dare, Raymond became en-
amoured of O’Dare’s wife, Mary. In Decem-
ber, 1932, Hamilton and O’Dare were captured
in Bay City, Michigan. Extradited to Texas,
the Outlaw Terror was sentenced to Eastham
Prison Farm for a period of two hundred and
sixty-three years.
O sooner was he incarcerated than-he be-
gan plans for escape, With the
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Mie, three other convicts, including
P Henry Methvin and Joe Palmer,
made their get-away. During
the break, however, Major
- Crowson of Eastham Prison was
killed by the fugitives.
ary O’Dare, divorced from her husband,
joined Hamilton and the gang. In February,
1934, they held up a bank in Lancaster, Texas,
obtaining $5000. A quarrel later ensued be-
tween the bandits. Hamilton and Mary left
the gang. Their money gone, Ra mond. held
up the State National Bank in West, Texas.
In making their escape after this robbery, the
Outlaw Terror kidnapped Mrs. Cam Cunter
and confiscated her automobile. Sheriff Schmid
and the local police were notified of the abduc-
tion and hold up. The desperadoes eluded the
posse, however, and ee yaly freed Mrs.
Gunter, By a clever ruse they slipped through
the police lines, and the following day reached
New Orleans.

In the meantime, two motorcycle policemen
had been slain by Clyde Barrow and. Bonnie
Parker. These murders, as well as the ruth-
less killing of an officer in Commerce, Okla-
homa, were assumed to be the work of the
Outlaw Terror. A few days later, a letter
from Hamilton, postmarked New Orleans, was
brought to the attention of Sheriff Schmid in
Dallas.

In this letter, Hamilton denied that he was
guilty of these murders and established an
alibi. New Orleans police were notified of

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deadly career of this bandit, whom the
entire Southwest had been trying to cap-
ture over a period of years, had at_last
drawn to a close. Thousands of officers
throughout Texas had been employed for
months in trying to capture Hamilton;
and during this far-flung search the no-
torious bandit had committed crime after
crime under our very noses. Now at
last we knew he was securely behind the
solid walls of Huntsville’s death house.
Hamilton did not seem despondent. His
old prison mate, Joe Palmer, who had ac-
companied the outlaw on his successful
break from the Eastham Prison Farm,
was lodged in a near-by cell. Among the
jail’s occupants whom Hamilton | knew
were Whitey Walker, Blackie Thompson,
and a desperate outlaw named Charles
Frazier. Raymond had not been in the
death house long before Frazier managed
to slip word to him not to give up hope.
One Sunday afternoon in late July, Ham-
ilton sat on the edge of his prison cot, his
blond head bent slightly forward. He was

Master Detective
listening to the strains of music that came
from the courtyard where a baseball game
was in progress and the prison band was
playing. The notorious outlaw’s demean-
or was tense as he listened. It must be
about the ninth inning by _ now, he
thought, and fixed his eyes on the door of
his cell.

Suddenly shots rang out in the silent
death block. Hamilton sprang from his
cot.

Has Hamilton planned another prison
break? Will his ever ready cunning pre-
vent his walking the fatal last mile to the
electric chair?

After being hunted by police of the
entire Southwest, Hamilton’s crimson ca-
reer is brought to a dramatic close in the
smashing wind-up of this thrilling story.
Don’t miss the unexpected and breath-
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Death in the Airmail Beacon
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churned. This quarrel, she admitted, was
the culmination of many tiffs the couple
had had over the husband’s refusals to buy
her clothes and things for the house,
which he could well afford.

She had married the prosperous young
farmer four years before, she said, an
during that entire period her husband had
bought her but one new dress. What new
clothes she did have, she had purchased
from the receipts from eggs she had sold.

Coroner E. C. Ganzhorn

On this Sunday morning, the young wo-
man explained, her husband had left the
house about ten o'clock, to make the
round of his trap-lines. He took his rifle
with him. Ordinarily Michael returned
from the lines in an hour or so, the wife
said, but this Sunday morning he re-
mained away.

Sitting at home brooding over her hus-
band’s sharp words, she finally decided
that he had gone to visit his parents, Mrs.
Cerwinka said, and this angered her. Why,
she could not explain. She frequently had
thought of returning to her parents’ home,
and divorcing her husband, and at length
she decided this would be a good time to
leave.

She packed a few belongings in a hand-
bag, and walked the short distance to the
Hawley home. She asked the Hawleys to
drive her to Ann Arbor, and this they did,
late that afternoon. Mrs. Cerwinka said
she had a feeling that something might
have happened to Mike, but she drove it

from her mind when she was safely at her
mother’s house.

The woman’s story seemed clear and
straightforward. When I questioned her
about her domestic life, and her social ac-
tivities, she said that once a week she and
her husband and George Hawley, junior,
twenty-four-year-old son of the neighbor-
ing farmer, drove to Pleasant Lake to at-
tend dances. The_ three of them had
visited there the Friday evening before
the tragedy. She admitted that she had
or her divorce plans to young Haw-
ey.

TH ROUGHOUT the two or three hours
* that we talked to her, Mrs. Cerwinka
insisted that she had no idea who might
have slain her husband, unless Floyd Tur-
ner had actually carried out his threats.
If Turner did not do it, she, too, thought
that perhaps some hunter might be the
guilty one.

We finally became convinced that Mrs.
Cerwinka had told us all she could, and
we sent her into the residence section of
the jail, where she could be better cared
for by Mrs. Andres. Then I had Floyd
Turner brought to my office.

Undersheriff Osborn had told me that
the boy had cried almost constantly dur-
ing the trip to Ann Arbor, and that he
had continued crying in the detention
room where he was confined. | was sorry
for the youth, but it was our duty to pry
loose any information he might be able to
give us.

Floyd’s eyes were red and swollen when
he entered my office. He sank down in a
chair and looked at me with horror writ-
ten into his expression. Emotion over-
came him again, and in a burst of sobs he
gasped:

“1 didn’t kill him, Sheriff! | didn’t! 1
was right at. home. | don’t know any-
thing about it! I’m a good boy, Sheriff!
You've got to believe me!”

Then the lad buried his face in his
hands and great sobs shook his broad
shoulders. I walked around the desk and
threw my arm around him.

“I hope you are telling the truth,
Floyd,” | said, “because this is a dreadful
thing. We've got to find out who killed
Mike—and they say you threatened to
‘get him.’ Is that truer”

The young man snapped upright in his
chair, and looked me straight in the eye.

“No,. Sheriff, that isn’t true!” he cried,
his voice firm and ringing with sincerity.

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was old, without any passion for him.

When the case came to trial on March
24th, 1936, there was very little new in
the way of evidence other than what has
been mentioned here. Ruth Slagle was,. of
course, innocent of any connection with
the crime. Anna Johnston turned State’s
evidence, and | put her on the stand. It
— largely her story that brought the ver-

Ict.

Dean W. J. Teeter, State Toxicologist,
visibly impressed the jury when he testi-
fied that Elta Horton had suffered one
of the most horrible deaths that anyone
can experience. He stated that one of

on the Dallas road. The Ford sped in pur-
suit. Suddenly the Constable’s sharp eyes
saw something. “Pull her into that dirt
road!” he shouted excitedly. The Ford
was going so fast that it swerved into the
road on two wheels and almost turned
over. “Look, there are the tire marks of
the robber car,” explained Street. ‘They
dug up the dirt road terribly when they
turned off the highway—must have been
going at a fearful speed.”

OWN the road sped the pursuers.
Milliken had commandeered another
car and was following close behind. This
road led around Lake Dallas to the lone-
ly country on the other side of the lake.
A filling station attendant near the
dam regarded the approaching cars with
amazement. The Constable shouted at
him as the Ford tore past: “Phone ahead
me Denton and all towns north... Ban-
its!”

Master Detective

the reasons the agonies of strychnine poi-
son are so terrible, is that the victim re-
tains her full faculties right up to the
moment of death.

The jury composed of eleven men and
one woman brought in a verdict of guilty,
but recommended life imprisonment; a
rather merciful sentence for this cold-
blooded young husband, who had calmly
poisoned his wife in the most terrible way,
and watched her die, suffering the tortures
of the damned, without lifting a finger
to help her or to obtain assistance.

Mrs. Anna Johnston pleaded guilty as
an accessory and was sentenced to life im-

Outlaw Terror
(Continued from page 35)

The bewildered man, recognizing Con-
stable Street, dashed into his filling sta-
tion and did as he had been told. The
bandit car kept well in the lead, but at
the end of an hour Hyder suddenly saw
a shape in the road ahead. “My God, it’s
the bandits!” he exclaimed. He and the
Constable were leaning forward in their
seats.

“Get your gun ready, Constable,” Hy-
der said between his teeth.

For five minutes they seemed to be
gaining on the Plymouth; then suddenly
it disappeared completely. “Turned off the
road,” said the Constable, disappointed-
ly. But Hyder kept the machine at the
same mad pace and presently he turned
his car down the road he thought the
bandits had taken. For half an hour
he drove, but there was no sight of the
car he was pursuing. Suddenly, when they
swung around a curve, it came into view

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y Judge Fuller.

At this date Floyd Horton, though ad-
mitting everything else, protests that he is
innocent of the crime charged against him.
An appeal has been entered, but there
seems little chance that he will escape his
fate. Meanwhile, gaunt and hollow-eyed,
his face etched with lines of fear and anx-
iety, he paces up and down the county
jail in Council Bluffs, [owa. like a hunted
thing; cringing when the shadows deepen
as if he expected them to form into an
a shape of his murdered brown-eyed
wife.

only two hundred feet away.

“We'll get them now!” exclaimed Hyder,
leaning far forward like a jockey urging
his horse down the last lap.

They dashed through the towns of Elm,
Frisco, Prosper, Celina, Gunter and Van
Alstyne.

At each town they would slow down
enough for the Constable to shout: “Ban-
dits!' Phone ahead! Tell them to block
the roads!”

From the small towns through which
the pursuer and pursued dashed, other
posses in automobiles joined the chase.
Soon there was a wild procession of cars
and motorcycles following madly along in
the wake of Street and Hyder.

In Dallas we were informed of the race
and through telephone communication
kept in touch with the pursuit. We broad-
cast the progress of the wild ride. My
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thought, we'll snare our quarry.

The bandits were travelling north, ob-
viously trying to reach Oklahoma. Word
was flashed to all towns to be on the watch
for a Plymouth sedan. Sheriff Benton
Davis of Grayson County, with seven
Grayson County deputies, had been scour-
ing the roads in the vicinity of Sherman.
He had learned the chase was headed that
way.

In one car Deputies Yeury, McDaniel,
and Doctor John T. Nall were driving.
Doctor Nall was arms instructor of the
Sherman police force. With reports of
our progress being broadcast every few
minutes, these three Grayson officers de-
cided to stick to the main Dallas highway.
The bandits, they felt sure, must have a
short-wave radio set in their car, and
they knew they were being sought on back
roads. Therefore, they would feel safer
on the open highway, where they could
travel faster and be less conspicuous.

O the three officers drove south toward

Dallas, their eyes keenly alert, their
guns in readiness for the battle they knew
would ensue if they spotted the outlaw
car. Scores of posses, Texas Rangers, and
police officials of this north Texas section
were working like madmen to effect the
capture. Bulletins were being telephoned
every few minutes as Hyder and Street
shouted the whereabouts of the bandit car
to the people along the way and yelled to
them to telephone the police.

The Grayson deputies aided in throwing
up quick blockades across the highway
every few miles; across all entrances to
towns, and on all country roads when
possible. It was now after four o'clock
in the afternoon; the chase had been going
on for over two hours. Officials were be-
ginning to fear that night would overtake
them. The possibilities of a capture would
be lessened considerably if the outlaws
had the protection of darkness. The police
knew that Hamilton was as familiar with
this section of Texas as they were. The
chances were excellent that if he could
hang on till nightfall he could outwit his
pursuers and slip over the border into
Oklahoma and freedom.

In the Plymouth sedan, Hamilton sat
calmly behind the driver’s wheel, his long
sure hands guiding the car as it sped over
the rough roads. His steely eyes were
fixed on the highway ahead. His mouth
was grim, his jaw determined. He must
reach Mary. She was in trouble; he must
save her somehow.

The boy beside him manipulated the
radio dials; a worried look on his smooth
young face. Every few minutes he turned
to glance behind him. Neither spoke.
Suddenly he caught sight of the pursuing
car containing Hyder and Constable
Street. .

“Better give it everything you can,” he
warned. “Somebody’s creeping up!”

Raymond listened intently to the latest
broadcast of the chase ag the direction
in which he was supposed to be travelling.
Then, without hesitation, he turned a cor-
ner and headed off the country road. He
made straight for the Dallas highway.

“Gosh!” was all the young boy said.

“It’s safer than sticking to the back
roads now,” Hamilton said. “They know
where we are. Our only chance is to mix
it up with the posses on the main high-
way.

As he turned the Plymouth into the
main highway, Hamilton saw cars in both
directions. Several machines tore by them
at high speed. “Looking for us.” Hamil-
ton almost smiled. “They think we're
members of a posse.” The sedan fairly
flew over the wide stretch of concrete
pavement.

Master Detective

“We'll make Oklahoma all right. We
can give them the slip up there!”

A pursuing car tore past the fugitives—
travelling in the opposite direction—it was
the one containing the three Grayson offi-
cers. As it passed, Hamilton heard a
voice shout:

“That’s them!”

At the same moment the outlaw’s alert
eyes saw something that made him gasp.
He jammed on the brakes. The Plymouth
stopped so abruptly Brooks almost went
through the windshield. Not fifty feet
ahead a blockade had been hurriedl
thrown up and armed officers were stand-
ing on either side, waiting. :

With his usual resourcefulness, Hamil-
ton skilfully turned the sedan around in
the highway before the men at the block-
ade could muster their forces. His loaded
gun was handy in his lap. Brooks was
leaning far forward, grasping the handle
of an automatic. As Hamilton straight-
ened the car’s wheels and headed south on
the Dallas highway his face hardened.

Coming at them from the south with
terrific speed was the car containing the
Grayson deputies. Behind the escaping
outlaws the road was completely blocked
by the guarded barricade. The desperado
could do nothing but go forward and meet
the approaching Grayson officers. He gave
the sedan all the gas he could, and the
Plymouth leaped forward.

“Get ready to shoot!” Hamilton’s voice
was low and steady.

The cars were within gunshot when the
Grayson machine suddenly turned side-
wise across the road and stopped abruptly.
It was a masterpiece of road strategy, for
it blocked the entire highway. Realizing
the danger, Hamilton jammed on_ the
brakes. There was a screech from the
speeding Plymouth, and an exclamation
of horror from the boy beside the Out-
law Terror.

The Plymouth sedan skidded to a stop.
It almost crashed into the officers’ car
which blocked the road. The officers
leaped from their automobile with drawn
uns. “Stick ’em up!” they shouted at

amilton and his companion, almost in
unison.

THE outlaw stared coolly at the three
armed, determined officers in the road.
The boy by his side sat white as a wraith.
The command was repeated with added
menace in the tones. Then, Hamilton
crawled leisurely from the Plymouth, his
hands raised above his head. He was
closely followed by the boy, Brooks. Ham-
ilton fairly swaggered over toward the
men in the road, and said:

“Do you fellows know who you've
caught?’

“Yes, Raymond, we know you,” said
Doctor Nall quietly.

As the officers frisked their two prison-
ers, Hamilton made no effort to resist.

Denton County jail, where Ray-
mond Hamilton was incarcerated
during his trial for the robbery of
the Lewisville First National Bank

He was carrying a .45-caliber automatic.
Brooks had a revolver. The bandit hadn’t
made an effort to draw his gun; a typical
gesture, for whenever the Outlaw Terror
knew he was trapped he surrendered
peacefully. It wasn’t his way to shoot it
out unless he felt certain of a successful
outcome.

The officers bundled the prisoners into
their car, and had already started toward
Sherman when Constable Street and Bul-
lock Hyder came roaring up, just too late
to be in on the capture. It wasn’t long
before the bandits were lodged safely in
the Sherman jail, with guards posted by
Sheriff Davis at all strategic points to pre-
vent a break. The news of the capture
ee throughout Texas, and_ several
t — curious people milled about the
jail.

As soon as arrangements could be made,
Hamilton was removed to Dallas, to be
tried for the Grand Prairie Bank hold-
up. In court the prosecution demanded
the death penalty, on the charge of rob-
bery with firearms; a crime punishable by
death in the State of Texas. The jury
went out with the prosecution sure of a
quick vérdict. On May IIth, however,
it reported itself hopelessly deadlocked.
Hamilton was at once taken to Denton to
be tried for the Lewisville hold-up.

The fact that the jury had disagreed
in Dallas made the dapper bandit more
arrogant than ever. He felt certain that
he could outwit the authorities and be at
liberty again before long.

MEANWHILE, Mary O’Dare had been
brought from Amarillo to Dallas. She
was charged with being an accomplice in
the Bank of West hold-up. A $5,000 bond
was posted and she was released on bail.
She immediately hurried to the Denton
jail to see her lover.

“Darling,” she whispered to him, “don’t
you worry. We'll get out of all this some-
how. I’m sticking by you.”

And Mary was as good as her word.
She stayed right in Denton and visited
her bandit lover as often as permitted.
When the trial began on May 18th, Mary
was in the courtroom, sitting right beside
Raymond, and smiling encouragingly from
time to time.

It was during this trial that word came
on May 23rd of the slaying of Clyde Bar-
row and Bonnie Parker. At first Hamil-
ton couldn’t believe it; he had felt so
certain that Clyde and Bonnie could shoot
their way out of any situation. The news
had a depressing effect on the Outlaw
Terror. Two days later the jury returned
a verdict of guilty. But Hamilton was not
sentenced to die, as the authorities hoped.
He was given ninety-nine years, and he
grinned as if in acknowledgment of the
favor. He now owed the State of Texas
362 years of penitentiary life.

But down in Huntsville, the folks
weren't satisfied. They wanted Hamilton.
too. They hadn’t forgotten that accord-
ing to their ideas Hamilton was one of
the escaping prisoners who had killed Ma-
or Crowson during the break from East-
ham Prison Farm. Hamilton thus fell
into the hands of the Huntsville officials
to be tried for the crime. This time he
was not so cocky. Both he and Mary
were worried when his trial opened there
on June IIth. A few days later he was
convicted of the Crowson killing and sen-
tenced to die in the electric chair. Pro-
testing that he had never shot anybody,
Hamilton was removed to the death house.
Mary was desperate. She set to work
to raise money for an appeal, even though
such an appeal would be in the nature of
a formality.

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OUTLAW

THE REAL STORY OF

Maiste

The Story Thus Far:

RAYMOND HAMILTON’S amazing outlaw career

began in West Dallas, Texas. where he was arrested
for car stealing. In January, 1932, after escaping from
prison, he joined the notorious Clyde Barrow, and the
two desperadoes committed many crimes, including
murder. For a time Hamilton became a lone wolf;
then, while living with his new partner, Gene O’Dare, he
became enamoured of O’Dare’s wife, Mary. In Decem-
ber, 1932, Hamilton and Gene were captured in Bay
City, Michigan. Extradited to Texas, Raymond was
sentenced to Eastham Prison Farm for a period of two
hundred and sixty-three years.

With the aid of his brother, Floyd
Clyde Barrow, and the latter's sweet-
heart, Bonnie Parker, Hamilton and three
other convicts, including Joe Palmer
made their escape from the prison. Dur-
ing the break, however, Major Crowson,
a guard, was killed by the fugitives

| (Left) Raymond Hamilton. The
havoc wrought by a life of crime is
clearly indicated in his face. At his
side sits his mother, Mrs. Steve
Davis. Photo taken when Hamilton
was on his way to Huntsville for ex-
ecution. (Below) The house on Har-
rison Street, Dallas, Texas, where the
man-trap was sprung by officials in
the hope of snaring Raymond

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“It was different.”

The little clenched hand, preserved in
a glass case, had been found in the hollow
of the right arm, miraculously protected
from complete destruction.

There was an ominous stillness in the
courtroom while the jury examined the
hair. Involuntarily each of the twelve
men had to look at Wolter. His head
moved from side to side: he was agitated.
It was as if the little girl, herself, had ap-
peared before them all with proof that
she'd been fighting for her honor. This
hair was Wolter’s.

Katchen Mueller was called to the wit-
ness stand. When her eyes met Wolter’s,
she was so frightened she could hardly
speak.

“Have no fear,” Judge Foster said kind-
ly. “No one can hurt you.” At times he’d
prompt her gently to speak a little louder.

On this occasion she said the stove had
been moved on Wednesday. She identi-
fied the shirt marked with the “W” as
belonging to Wolter. It had been clean
when she left the apartment on Thursday,

Amelia Lewis, owner of the house at

speed out of town.

Hamilton grinned as the car drew fur-
ther and turther away from the scené;
he was driving toward Katie and he had
money in his pocket. The usual police
activity ‘ollowed and posses were or-
ganized at once to follow the bandits, but
Hamilton and his brother had vanished.

However, Federal agents and police offi-
cers had a hunch that Raymond had a
hideout. in Dallas, and Federal Agent
Frank Blake organized a squad of his men
and with « number of Dallas police officers
set out for a house on Harrison Street
which had been under suspicion. Early
on the evening of this day of the Carthage
bank robbery, they gathered quietly about
the place.

T was a frame duplex house and the

twenty-seven officers surrounded it. The
information concerning Hamilton’s pres-
ence in the hideout had come from a re-
liable source. There was a good chance
that the outlaw was at this moment hid-
ing within. and that a gun battle was im-
minent. |he house was dark; the shades
were drawn. Agent Blake stepped to the
front door and rang the bell, drawing his
gun as he did so. .

He stood there grimly expectant, his
men behind him. The dine swung open.
A pretty girl stood there, framed in the
opening. Blake recognized her as Mil-
dred Deesiloct wife of Floyd.

“Yes?” asked Mildred quietly.

“We want Raymond Hamilton,” an-
nounced the Agent.

“He’s not here.” said the girl.

“We'll just come in and have a look
around if you don’t mind,” said Blake.

He stepped inside, closely followed ‘by
several of his men. Quickly and _ effi-
ciently they searched the house. Ray-
mond wasnt there, but in a bedroom
they found one of the most attractive
girls the officers had seen. She looked up,
astonished. Blake stared at her seer nly
and demanded: :

“Who are you?”

“Why, |:m Katie Jenkins. I’m visiting
Mildred I!amilton. Her husband’s away
on a trip somewhere.”

“Oh, yes?” said the officer. “I don’t
suppose vou know Raymond Hamilton,
by any chance?”

“Oh, no. I’ve never seen him.”

Master Detective

122 East 105th Street, had handed the de-
tectives the three umbrellas Katchen
Mueller had carried the Friday night she
and Wolter had fled from 75th Street.
Among them was the one Ruth Wheeler’s
mother had called her back to get that
rainy Thursday morning.

Katchen Mueller said she had seen this
umbrella in the closet on Thursday night.

Going back to her seat, she lingered
wisttalty as she passed Wolter, hoping for
a smile or a look of recognition. But he
only scowled and turned his head away.

On April 22nd, the jury went out at
seven oclock. Taking an hour and a
quarter for dinner, they returned at ten
o'clock.

When they went to summon Wolter to
hear the verdict, they found he had rolled
his coat into a pillow and was lying in

-his cell, sound asleep. He awoke with a

rin.
2 He heard the “Guilty” verdict unmoved,
and. swaggered out of the courtroom.

He was sent to Sing Sing Prison; his
execution set for the week of June 6th.
On April 27th there was a move for an

Outlaw Terror
(Continued from page 43)

The shrewd Federal Agent saw at a
glance that the two girls were in all prob-
ability awaiting the return of Floyd and
Raymond. He had them taken down to
Police Headquarters for questioning, then
gave orders to clear the neighborhood. He
didn’t want to run the risk of people in
near-by houses getting hurt in case of a
gun battle. Next, he stationed his men
at strategic points, out of sight. Some
gg were inside the house, others out-
side.

Then Blake and his men settled down
to await the expected return of the ban-
dit. They knew Hamilton had been driv-
ing a Buick sedan for several days and
olice officers had been keeping a sharp
ookout for a Buick.

While these men haunted the Hamilton
house, awaiting the outlaw’s arrival, Ray-
mond and Floyd were driving toward
Dallas on one of the guarded roads. They
were heading straight for the Harrison
Street hideout where they knew Mildred
and Katie were expecting them that night.
Raymond whistled happily as he sent the
Ford they had commandeered that morn-
ing in Carthage, humming over the smooth
highway.

hen they reached the outskirts of
Dallas he turned into back streets and
took a circuitous route to the rendezvous.
peymiond eased the Ford up to the curb
before the front door, and !‘loyd whis-
pered:

“You stay with the car until | make
sure everything’s safe.”

“Okay, but hurry. [ can’t wait much
longer to see Katie.”

Raymond watched Floyd walk swiftly
to a side window they used as a signal.
Knocking on this window, Floyd called
softly: “Hello, hello!”

“Put up your hands!” boomed a voice
from within, as a gun was thrust through
phy window only a few inches from Floyd’s
ead.

Raymond was electrified into action. He
shot the car forward at full speed and
turned it down a near-by alley. Out of
the corner of his eye he had seen Floyd
wheel about, pull his gun and sprint away.
A volley of shots came from the inside
and outside of the house. Bullets were
whizzing about the Ford, striking the rear
and penetrating the car’s windows.

Hamilton saw that the end of the alley

appeal, which was heard February 7th,
1911. It dragged along until December
12th, 1911, when the court handed down
a decision confirming the original verdict.
His execution was to take place the week
of January 29th, 1912. :

Volter showed all the criminal’s vanity
in the last statement he left with Warden
Joseph S. Kennedy. He wrote it in Ger-
man script, with all the flourishes and
shadings. In it he maintained he was
innocent.

He’d made a home of his cell. decorat-
ing it with pictures, books, little adorn-
ments his mother brought. He went firm-
ly to the electric chair; had nothing to
say, and died quickly.

Ruth Wheeler's death was of benefit
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York State. For on April 28th, 1910, the
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the General Business Laws, and on June
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was blocked. He slowed down and, slip-
ping from under the driver's wheel, ran
ike a flash. Floyd came tearing down
the alley behind him. Bullets whistled
around the running men and_ thudded
against the abandoned Ford. Raymond’s
quick eye caught sight of a large red truck
parked in the street ahead.

Straight for that truck he headed, close-
ly followed by Floyd and the pursuing
officers. If only he could reach the truck
before they got him. He knew then he
would have a chance of escape. He seemed
to fairly fly through the air as he leaped
and landed in the driver’s seat. Auto-
matically he reached out. Yes, the key
was’ there. He turned it, and the big
truck started as Floyd jumped into the
seat beside him.

At a crazy pace the big, red car drove
off amid a fusillade from the shouting.
running officers behind. It seemed incred-
ible, but the Outlaw Terror had escaped
again.

The twenty-seven officers chased through
the deserted streets and out into the high-
ways, but the Hamilton brothers had
dropped from sight. Descriptions of the
bandits and the red truck were broadcast
every fifteen minutes.

THE following day the truck was found.

abandoned at the near-by town
of Rhome, Texas. And that night Floyd
Hamilton was picked up at Shreveport,
Louisiana. He was brought back to Dallas
and lodged in the county jail. One hun-
dred dollars of the money stolen the day
before from the Carthage bank was found
on his person.

But try as they would the police could
uncover no trace of Raymond. Katie
peas was held several days, then re-
eased. The Government trial against the
twenty-three friends and relatives who had
been charged with harboring the bandits
opened on February 22nd. Judge Atwell
ordered Lillian McBride, Hamilton’s sis-
ter, released for want of evidence. But
the others, including his mother, Mrs.
Steve Davis, Mildred Hamilton and Mary
O’Dare were all found guilty and given
light sentences.

Mary O’Dare was sent to Alderson, West
Virginia, for one year. She no longer
heard from Raymond and she learned with
bitterness of his love for Katie Jenkins.

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HAMILTON’S CRIMSON CAREER

Mary O’Dare, divorced from her husband, joined Hamilton and the gang. But in
February, 1934, after many daring crimes, a uarrel ensued between the bandits, and
Hamilton and Mary left Barrow and his beneliner More hold-ups were perpetrated
by the swaggering young outlaw, who had become the Southwest's most-sought des-
perado. In order to elude the posses that were close on his trail, he and Mary separated.

Aboard a freight train, Hamilton met Ted Brooks, who was broke, but inexperienced
in crime. He persuaded the boy to join. him, Mary, in the meantime, was being held
9 the police in Amarillo, Texas. Accompanied by Brooks, Raymond held up the First

ational Bank in Lewisville. Making their get-away in a stolen car, the two were
immediately pursued by the police. Scores of posses, Texas Rangers and county officers
joined the chase. Hamilton eluded them until eventually he was cornered by Grayson
County deputies. Realizing he was trapped, Raymond surrendered without a fight.

After being tried in Dallas and Denton, Texas, for various hold-ups, he was con-
victed in Huntsville for the murder of Major Crowson, and sentenced to die. The
Outlaw Terror’s career had apparently drawn to a close.

But in Huntsville Penitentiary were many of his friends—Joe Palmer, Whitey Walker,
Blackie Thompson and a desperate outlaw named Charlie Frazier. Hamilton had not
given up hope.

One Sunday in July he sat in his cell—waiting. In the prison courtyard a baseball
game was in progress. Hamilton grew tense. He listened. Suddenly shots rang out
in the silent death block. Hamilton sprang to his feet.

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The Story Concludes:
Part V

AYMOND reached the cell door in one bound, just
as Charlie Frazier came running up brandishing a
gun in one hand and a key in the other. Quickly
inserting the key Frazier unlocked Hamilton’s cell
door.

“Come on!” he shouted excitedly.

Raymond leaped after him as Frazier swiftly unlocked
adjoining cells with his key. An unarmed guard stood
open-mouthed as the powerful prisoner liberated his death-
house companions. The death-block corridor seemed full
of leaping, running convicts, all dashing for the main wall.
As they neared it, the sound of the alarm burst on their
frightened ears.

The 1500 prisoners watching the ball game, seemed un-
conscious of what was happening in the death house. “Play
louder!” was the command given to the band. It was
imperative that the noise of firing be drowned out. The
umpire shouted: “Play ball!”

A guard dashed toward the escaping men. “Drop that
gun!” he shouted courageously to Frazier who had him
covered with an automatic. But the six desperate convicts
did not slow down. They ran on, shoving the guard out of
the way. Palmer sprinted toward a place near the wall
where a ladder lay. Hamilton sprang to his side. With
steady hands they swung it against the wall.

“Afl you death séntences go first!” ordered Frazier.

Before he finished speaking Hamilton scurried up the
ladder, agile as a monkey. The guard in the tower was
firing now and Hamilton’s position became precarious as
he neared the top. Resourceful as usual he flattened his
body on top of the concrete wall just as the face of Whitey

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Two shots rang out from the tower guard. Whitey’s face
went ashen, then he toppled over. The fall of Whitey
knocked Palmer and Thompson off the ladder. They re-
gained their feet hurriedly and made another dash up-
ward. Other prison guards came on the double quick,
firing as they ran. But Palmer and Thompson gained the
top of the wall just as Hamilton scurried down a ladder
which had been placed on the other side by a confederate.

In spite of the hail of lead Hamilton didn’t hesitate. His
quick eye had caught sight of two friendly cars parked
near by. He made a dash for the nearer. As he leaped
on the running board, Joe Palmer and Blackie Thompson
came up and all three convicts tumbled inside the rear
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Two girls sat in the front seat, staring coolly at the road
ahead, glancing neither at their convict companions nor
at the speeding car behind them. It was evident they were
following a prearranged plan. Before long the cars left
the road and drove in among some trees. Here they were
forced to slow down, but kept up a good pace.

“Get out of your convict clothes!” ordered the driver of
the escape-car to the three fugitives who had crouched on
the floor. “You'll find clothes under the back seat.”

While the girl driver kept the car moving, always away
from the prison, the convicts rid themselves of their prison
garb. When this was accomplished the girl again sought
2 main road and they sped away through the hot July af-

ternoon.
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So, while we police officials were congratulating ourselves
that Texas’ Enemy Number One was safe in the death
house, in reality he was driving along south Texas roads in
company with two former pals, in a car driven by a pretty
girl.

News of the prison break reached me that night. Frazier
had been shot down trying to get over the wall, Johnson
had surrendered, and Whitey Walker had been killed by the
guard in the tower. But Joe Palmer, Blackie Thompson
and Raymond Hamilton had made good their escape, and
the police had no idea in which direction they had gone.
Once more all the law enforcement officers of the Southwest
joined in the search.

We were discouraged. Hamilton was like quicksilver; it
seemed impossible to capture and hold him. Joe Palmer
was picked up next day in Kentucky. Thompson was shot
down by officers in Amarillo, Texas; but weeks passed and
there was no clue as to Raymond’s whereabouts. He had
evidently gone into hiding.

Summer merged into fall; winter arrived, and still we
were without news. Then the Federal government launched
a drive against all persons who had aided Hamilton, Clyde
Barrow and Bonnie Parker. They arrested and put in
jail twenty-three friends and relatives of the three outlaws.
Among these were Mary O’Dare; Mrs. Steve Davis, Ray-
mond’s mother; his sister, Mrs. Lillian McBride; and
Floyd’s wife, Mildred.

I heard at this time that Raymond had been seen in his
old hangout—West Dallas. The story was that he had en-
tered the Continental Oil Company in that city and
robbed it of two hundred dollars. Employees were sure
they had recognized him. | felt chagrined; Hamilton had
defied us and entered Dallas. But in a way this was good
news to me, for I realized at once
that our prey was out of funds;
and would have to come out of
hiding. We stood little chance of
apprehending him while he con-
tinued to stay under cover.

Organizing our forces we got
ready to corner him when he ap-
peared again. We had checked up on

Alred, whose

(Left) Ralph Fults, Hamilton’s
, companion in many _hold-ups.
pee “If one of those men is Hamil-
ton, he’ll shoot to kill,” warned
Sheriff Schmid (above).
(Right) Nineteen-year-old Nolan
errand-boy role
proved unfortunate for Raymond

Terror 43

Mary O’Dare and found that Raymond had slipped entirely
out of her life; it was evident to us that she had no idea
where he was. We later learned that the wily outlaw had
been in and out of Dallas several’ times during that fall
and early winter.

Through his sister-in-law, Mildred Hamilton, he had met
and fallen desperately in love with a pretty girl named
Katie Jenkins. She was a girl with large, laughing brown
eyes, wavy brown hair and a lithe figure. Under her in-
fluence Hamilton seemed to have completely forgotten
Mary O’Dare.

BY February he was broke again, and decided he would
have to go back to bank robbing. So, early on the
morning of February 4th, Raymond, his brother, Floyd,
and an unidentified man entered the small town of Car-
thage, Missouri, and drove to a bank there. Hamilton
parked the large Buick he was driving a short distane > from
the bank, then stepped out, followed by Floyd. The third
man climbed into the driver's seat and kept the motor
running. As Raymond and his brother strolled toward the
bank’s entrance, the outlaw said earnestly :

“1 can’t afford any slip-ups. Watch your step and do as
1 tell you.”

As he crossed the threshold and entered the building the
bandit’s quick eyes took in the scene before him. In a
twinkling he had laid his plans. Standing near the door, he
pulled out his gun and covered the bank employees. Floyd
had also drawn a gun.

“This is a hold-up!” announced Hamilton in a matter-of-
fact tone. ‘‘Hand over one thousand dollars and be quick
about it.”

He stepped over to the cashier and, fixing him with a
cold, steely glare, said: “I haven't got all day. Get the
money!”

The cashier's frightened eyes looked into the muzzle of
Hamilton’s gun. The other employees stared with terrified,
unbelieving expressions, as the cashier hastened to carry out
the bandit’s orders. As the man piled the money on a
desk, Hamilton’s slender fingers scooped it into his pockets.
When he had taken all the money he backed toward the
entrance where Floyd was standing guard, gun leveled.

As he neared the door he spoke to Floyd. “Get to the
car!”

Floyd slipped out of the door while Raymond stood for a
moment, glaring from the doorway at the bank employees.
‘Then suddenly he turned, and, like a flash, darted for the
Buick.

But before he had gone three steps a volley of shots
came from the bank’s entrance. With lightning-like de-
cision Hamilton saw they couldn't
make the Buick. “The Ford!” he
gasped, leaping for the nearest
parked car. Floyd tumbled in
after him and, amid a hail of lead
from the running bank employees
who were now close behind them.
Hamilton managed to start the
ord, and (Contmued on page 56)

took him back to Walker County,
Texas, and tried him for being an acces-
sory in the murder of Crowson. He
was sentenced to death.

“Soon after that I heard about the
cops at Arcadia, La., shooting up Clyde
and Bonnie. That hurt me plenty for I
thought a lot of them. I still think Clyde
was one of the best guys who ever lived.
He was a true pal and a buddy and I
thought plenty of him. But they shot
him up.

“T wanted to go to Clyde’s funeral,
and I ran a big risk when I decided to
attend it. I bought a pair of smoked
glasses and went to the funeral, which
was held in the old French cemetery in
Dallas, There was a great crowd there
—hundreds of people, most of them just
there through curiosity. The place was
lousy with police, but none of them rec-
ognized me. I had on my smoked glass-

es, and I guess Clyde’s funeral was the
last place they ever expected to find
me.

“I stayed in the background during
the services. After the rites were over,
it made me sick at heart to see the way
those people acted. They pressed for-
ward after the body had been buried and
took the flowers off the grave. There
was Clyde’s mother, kneeling beside the
grave. Those vandals just pushed for-
ward, showing her no respect and even
shoving her. Anything to get hold of a
souvenir. It was terrible.

“It made me sick, and I got out of
Texas and hit north to Davenport, Ia.,
where a cop tried to arrest me. Well,
he just thought he wanted to. I rammed
a gun into him and walked him about a
block and a half to where a baseball man
was sitting in his car. We took him and
the car and hit out through Iowa.

“About eight miles out of Davenport
we stopped a doctor. I took his car, made

Detectives Herbert Sheehan (left) and Barber Daily, who investigated when _
Paducah police received a report that a dead man was lying in a field near
town. They captured Palmer.

A Paducah reporter inspects the spot, indicated by newspaper, where
Palmer, then unknown, was sleeping beneath a tree when taken into custody.

the cop get in the luggage compartment
of the coupe, and pushed west. At night
I let the cop get up front with us,

“They nabbed me in St. Joseph, Mo.,
on a charge of kidnaping, and then took
me back to Texas, where they had the
prior charge of killing that prison guard.
I still claim it was an illegal trial. It’s
not a question of whether I killed Crow-
son or didn’t kill him—I was ready to
stand trial for that, all right, and take
my chances, But I claim they framed
me and didn’t give me a fair chance, I
got a raw deal. They fixed it so I
couldn't have witnesses. They told con-
victs that if they went on the stand for
me they’d either die or wish they were
dead. That’s what burned me up. So I
got the death penalty.

“But I don’t care a lot. I’d rather die -

than spend the rest of my life on one of
those farms,”

Doomed To Die

AND then Palmer recited to me what
4% he said he told the trial judge in
Texas. He maintained that he was mis-
quoted in the papers on that occasion.

“Get this and get it straight,” he told
me. “I told them: ‘Judge, I would like
for you to know that you haven’t taken
anything from me. In the beginning I
was willing to give anything, even my
life, to be freed from that awful hole I
was in...

“*To all of you who are rejoicing at
the prospect of my death, I will make
you a promise. J’ll meet you at the por-
tals of hell. The hot seat holds no terror
for me... .?”

Then, leaning back against the head
of his bunk in the grimy cell, Palmer
sighed.

“Yeah, they railroaded me,” he said,
“but it doesn’t make much difference. I
was doomed to die anyway, whether I
went to the chair or not, I was spotted,
and when Ray and I got away from
Huntsville I was already a marked man.
It would have been death in a little
while, anyway.”

I asked him what he meant by that
statement.

“You don’t have to go to the chair in
Texas to be killed in prison,” he said.
“Some of those fellows are butchers.
They shoot men out of trees, slug them,
beat them to death. They always say the
convicts were trying to escape and
there’s no comeback.

“Listen, I’ve seen boys as young as 17
lay an arm or a leg on a log and call to
a companion, ‘See that? Chop it off!’
And his buddy would swing a big
double-bitted axe and cut the leg or arm
off clean. Why did they allow them-
selves to be maimed that way? They
know that if they’re crippled they don’t
have to go out and work and suffer the
brutalities that some of those guards in-
flict.”

I didn’t mention it to Palmer, but it is
a matter of record that Clyde Barrow,

during his prison life in Texas, cut off

one of his great toes in order to be re-
lieved of duties and get into the prison
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“Girl crazy,” the detectives murmured.
They finally prodded him into revealing
the identity of the girl who gave him
the second revolver. She was taken into
custody as a material witness.

The girl declared she had found the
revolver in her home and believing her
uncle no longer wanted it, she gave it
to Barth. But the detectives were un-
able to establish that she had any knowl-
edge of Barth’s holdups or the Friedman
murder.

When Barth was placed on trial: for
murder several weeks after his arrest, he
attempted to plead non vult—he admitted
the murder charge and wanted to throw
himself upon the mercy of the court,
The plea was denied.

Barth’s murder confession was placed
before the jury and when Kurt took the
witness stand, he dramatically reenacted
his struggle with Friedman in an at-
tempt to show that the shooting was
accidental.

Counsel assigned by the court to his
defense, attempted unsuccessfully to
bring out the youth’s earlier history to
show that it was his war-time associa-
tion with deadly weapons that might
have been responsible for his maraud-
ings.

Barth, the lawyers tried to show, was
born in Germany two years before the
outbreak of the World War. Soon after
the big conflict started, Barth’s father,
now a respectable United States citizen,
entered the German army, serving
theauanoe the four and a half years of
strife,

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hospital where life was comparatively
easy.

And I took Palmer’s statements with
a grain of salt, knowing that every con-
vict has a grievance, real or fancied, and
that it is the almost universal custom
of prisoners to attempt to get out of the
duties assigned to them, even if it is nec-
essary to injure themselves to do it. With
this in mind it seems logical to believe
that much of Palmer’s railing was some-
what distorted by the fact that he saw
prison life through the eyes of a convict
instead of through the eyes of an of-
ficial who was faced with the necessity
of keeping order among hundreds of des-
perate and ruthless criminals.

Getting off the subject of prison life,
Joe Palmer chatted about crimes in
which he has participated. And only at
the murder of the Huntsville guard did
he exhibit the slightest trace of remorse.

“T hate to have the blood of any man
on my hands,” he said. “None of us
likes to kill.”

In his youth, he confided, he wanted
to become a newspaperman, but the fam-
ily resources would not permit his go-
ing to a school of journalism. News-
paper work, he said, always appealed to
him. It offered variety, action, adven-
ture. He craved those things even be-
fore he chose the path of lawlessness.

Tells Of Crimes

y AM convinced that Joe Palmer is not
4 a boaster, in the strict sense of that
word. True, he speaks in prideful ac-
cents of some escapades, but the story

“Pll Meet You In Hell”

‘ [Continued from page 24}: Peace

Returned to civilian life, the elder
Barth moved his impoverished family
to East Prussia, to within the shadow
of what had once been a vast munitions
plant. The father gave his young son
his army pistol as a toy, having no
money to buy the usual assortment of
playthings. The gun fascinated the
youngster and he prized it highly. Into
his adolescence he still played with the
grim toy.

The elder Barth came to the United
States in 1924, sending for his family
a year later .

Young Barth, finding his treasured
army pistol gone, decided to get another
gun from a mail order house.

Kurt liked girls. He needed automo-

biles to take them riding. He needed
money to entertain them. What he made
as a hospital orderly wasn’t enough.

After five days of trial, Barth was con-
victed of murder in the first degree and
sentenced to die in the electric chair.
An appeal automatically stayed execution
of the sentence, set for July, until Oc-
tober. ’

“I wonder,” a detective mused after
the trial. “Barth held up only Jewish
storekeepers. I asked him if he was a
Nazi but he denied it.” -

And the youth, confined in the death
house of state’s prison at Trenton, faces
the sizzling seat from which, once the
current is turned on, there is no release
in life. Only a reversal of his sentence
can save him.

he told me in that jail cell in Paducah
came from his heart. He talked frankly
about his life. He was willing to talk
because I think he realized that he had
reached the end of the road, that only a
miracle could save him from the electric
chair.

Asked about his family, he refused to
give his father’s name. \

“There are a good many Palmers in
Texas,” he said. “I wouldn’t want to say
anything to hurt any of them, my father
least of all.”

Neither would he talk about his first
clash with the law. He must have been
quite young, however, when he got into
trouble the first time. ,

“T had just finished my first year. in
college,” he told me. “I won’t tell you
which college, because I have a nephew
going there now. But, anyway, I needed
money to finish my education and I just
stumbled. I suppose I made a mistake,
but after you do that once it’s hard to go
back straight. The money came so easy.
One thing led to another, and each time
it was worse. And here I am, with no-
body to blame, particularly, but myself.”

At the time of his capture, Palmer was
heading south after a trip to Chicago,
he said. He had traveled some 3,000
miles with little sleep and was exhausted
when he jumped from a freight in the
Paducah railroad yards, crept into the
woods off Old Mayfield road, and went
to sleep under a tree.

He declined to discuss the July 22 es-
cape because, he said, “Ray’s still loose,
you know, and I don’t want to talk about
that. You understand, don’t you?”

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But he offered to tell me about the red
terror of that January 16 when he and
Ray Hamilton and Henry Methvin and
Hiiton Bybee, with the aid of Barrow
and Bonnie Parker, fled from Huntsville,
leaving a guard dying on the ground be-
hind them.

“Ray and I arranged that break,”
Palmer told me. “A convict who had
just got his release promised to hide
guns for us in a gully out on the farm.
Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker knew
about it and were going to pick us up
so we could get away after we got the
guns.

“Ray and I waited for the right sort of
weather to stage the break. We picked a
foggy’ morning—it was ¢ loudy an
looked like rain. That was Tuesday, two
days after the guns had been stached.
The convict put them there on Sunday,
but we couldn’t make the dash Monday
because Clyde and Bonnie were not due
till the following, day. Ray and I had
to be careful. e were working close
to two guards, Major Crowson and Olin
Boseman. They were both on horses.

“Ray and I backed quietly up to the
guards, then suddenly we whirled around
and covered them with our guns. Bose-
man started to yell but stopped it short.
Crowson began shooting at us. I ducked
under the neck of Boseman’s horse and
dodged him while he emptied both bar-
rels of his shotgun. Then he grabbed
for his pistol.

“At the same time Ray and I walked
a few feet toward the guards and opened
fire. We had a good supply of ammuni-
tion. Other guards, hearing the shoot-
ing, rushed up and “— fire. There
were poo & shots on both sides. I saw
Crowson fall from his horse. I am not
sure whether I hit him or not, but I was
shooting at him. ;

“Then we ran, Ray and I, harder than
we had ever run before. It must have
been half a mile to the highway where
Clyde and Bonnie were waiting. Two
other convicts who were in on the break
were coming with us, too—Hilton Bybee
and Henry Methvin.

“Clyde and Bonnie saw us coming, and
they saw the guards behind us. As we
drew near the car, Clyde pulled out a
machine gun and let those guards have
it over their heads. They fell back, and
we tumbled into the car with Clyde and

Bonnie and got away.”

In a dying statement Crowson ac-

teen A/etePk
“Your wives are here to see you!”

cused Palmer of firing the shots which
cost his life.

Admits Bank Job

Bet leaving Paducah for his last
trip to the state where the electric
chair awaited him, Joe Palmer, killer,
bandit, and foe of society in general, the
man who, resembling a traveling arsenal,
was picked up in Paducah’s South Yards,
flung a challenge to the officers who
trapped him.

“I’ve got some scores to settle here,”
he snarled. “Maybe I won't be back
myself, but I’ve got buddies who will
take care of matters for me.”

Elaborating on this statement, the des-
perado declared that “there are four peo-
ple in this town that I want to meet.”
But he named no names.

To Fred Swenter, a policeman who
served as special guard at the Texas
killer’s cell during his incarceration in
the Paducah jail, the prisoner confided
that he had planned the Henderson, Ky,,
bank robbery, which occurred two weeks
before his capture. In that raid bandits
took $31,000 and escaped.

“T got my slice of that,” Palmer said
boastfully. He admitted that he had
been “casing” other banks in Kentucky
and authorities believe he contemplated
raiding one of the Paducah banks, The
city has had but one bank holdup in its
history. In 1931 the Peoples National
bank, in the heart of the business <lis-
trict, was held up by four heavily armed
bandits. They escaped with $26,000 in
cash. One of the gunmen, unable to
stand-prosperity, went on a spree in Mo-
bile, Ala. was picked up and talked.
Other arrests followed and all four of
the men were sentenced to prison terms.

Facing the prospect of being returned
to Texas and the hot seat, Palmer at first
was inclined to fight extradition. But
when Bud Russell, chief of transporta-
tion for the Texas prison system, and his
son, Roy Russell, arrived in Paducah,
the fugitive killer changed his mind.

“Are you afraid to go back and face
the chair?” I asked Palmer as he ex-
tended his arms to be manacled to one of
the Texas officers preparatory to the
trip. back to Huntsville.

“what's the use of worrying?” the gun-
man replied. “J’m going to burn and I
might as well go now.” And, turning to
the Texas prison representatives, he
added, “You'd take me anyway. I’m not
afraid to die.”

Realizing that. their man was danger-
ous—Texas authorities had advised Pa-
ducah police that every precaution should
be taken against his making a dash for
freedom or attempting to grab an of-
ficer’s gun—a heavy guard was kept over
Palmer’s cell during his stay in jail. Cars
filled with plainclothesmen circled the
building each night while Palmer was
held there. City Jailer Tom King did
not sleep for 48 hours. Rifles, a machine
ay and plenty of tear gas were ready

or any emergency.

Back To Texas

AS HE started back to Texas, his hands
clasped together with heavy man-
acles and chained to one of the prison
officials, Palmer waved goodbye to Pa-
ducah officers, trying, without much suc-
cess, to smile, It was the forced smile
of a man. who tries to put up a brave
front when he knows that he has been
cleaned and that his back is against the

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“But I won't be the first one to go to the
hot seat, Many a good man has gone to
the chair, and many a man who has been
bumped off with the juice has been inno-
cent. I haven't anything to grinble
about. I know I’m going to die. It’s not
a pleasant thing to think about, but I guess
I can take it”

And with that he walked stoically
down the city hall steps. He faced a
camera with unwavering gaze, although
the glint of hatred flamed in his cold
eyes for a second,

Whether, despite his statement that he
“is going to burn,” the killer still cher-
ished the hope of freedom, whether he
expected ultimately to defeat the law and
elude the mocking chair with its wires
and electrodes carrying death, swift and
silent, no one can say. Certainly he knew
what was waiting for him back in Texas,
Surely there was before his eyes a vision
of that grim room in the death house,
with that hideous chair waiting with
arms outstretched to whisk his flesh, his
blood and his soul into eternity. Being
human, it is only natural to suppose that
aa vestige of hope remained in his
leart.

And so Joe Palmer reached the end of
his road. Plunder and pillage, bloodshed
and suffering, he brought to the earth,
The innocent were tortured through his
greed for money, his lust for adventure
and conquest. The withering blast of his

Outlaw Tamer of the New West _

[Continued from page 39]

yard is a small garden, a dog kennel and
two garages.

As the writer walked to the front door
of Hamer’s Austin home a negro maid
came to the door. She had been playing
with a blond-headed five-year-old boy,
Mrs, Hamer’s grandson. The child had
an enormous pistol in his hands and was
playing with it.

“Aren’t you afraid you'll hurt your-
self, Sonny?” The boy only laughed.
Mrs. Hamer then came out and said that
Frank was over at a drugstore, She
was pleasant, middle-aged and very
proud of her husband.

“T keep a scrapbook of all the things
the newspapers say of him,” she said.
“They don’t always get it right, but I
want the children to know about him
when they get older.” She was referrin
to Frank’s two sons, Frank, 17, an
Billy, 12. The child who played with
the gun, I learned, was the son of Mrs.
Hamer’s daughter by a former marriage,

Square Shooter

PEANE HAMER returned shortly
and spent two hours and a half talk-
ing amiably, chatting about his theories
and his beliefs, about other Rangers and
other exploits—but never one word about
the things Frank Hamer had done.

“T have a reputation among criminals
for playing square,” he said. “There's
not a crook I’ve sent up who won't shake
hands with me-and say he got a square
deal. I’ve never framed a man nor per-
mitted one to be framed if I knew about

it.

“Consequently when a man gives me
information he knows I won't double-
cross him. That’s why no one will ever

guns spelled injury and death, the sound
of his foot in a banking vault meant fi-
nancial loss to hundreds,

But that’s all over. They took him
aboard a train for Texas where a solitary
cell awaited him, where he might sit in
silence, reflecting on the doom that was
dealt to him by a jury of his peers—until
that day when guards beckon and he
is called upon to prove that brave state-
ment: “J’m not afraid to die.”

For Joe Palmer, identified through’
that damning picture in Srarrutnc Dx-
TECTIVE ADVENTURES, Was as good as dead
right then. About the only chance he
has to escape the end which the law has
set for him, would be for Bay Hamilton
to accomplish a miracle and fr
from the death house. And Texas of-
ficials will tell you that there isn’t a
chance of that—they’ve had experience
with that sort of thing and they aren’t
planning to let it happen again,

So Palmer, forfeiting his right of ap-
peal by his desperate escape, may actu-
ally be dead by the time you read these
lines. Under Texas law it is possible to
re-sentence such a criminal to death and
then, without loss of time, to execute
him within a period of 30 days.

And Joe, waving to Paducah police
as the train bearing him and his guards

pee out. toward Memphis, may have °

een thinking about that.
“Goodbye, boys,” he called. “I expect
this will be my last train ride”

know the inside facts of how Clyde Bar-

row and Bonnie Parker were located.

“And can’t you see my side of it? I
don’t like to be pointed out as a killer.
The men I have shot down have all been
criminals in the act of committing a
crime or resisting arrest. I’m hired to
do that work. It’s my job. I do it be-
cause I have to, I don’t like to talk
about it or think about it. It’s some-
thing to be forgotten,”

Hamer puts all men into animal
classes, He, himself, is an antelope, he
said, because antelopes are the most
curious of all animals. If he sees the
slightest anomaly in human behavior, or
some unusual incident, however slight,
he investigates it—even if it isn’t his
business. Pure curiosity.

It was to the little house on Riverside
Drive in Austin that Lee Simmons, su-

perintendent of the Texas Penitentiary -

be went when he personally decided
that Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker
had been ranging at large too long.
There was something personal in that
feeling of Mr. Simmons’. For Clyde Bar-
row had liberated an equally notorious
prisoner who had been intrusted in Sim-
mons’ care and the veteran warden still
smarted under the'loss, And, more than

‘that, there was the murder of Major

Crowson, a prison guard killed during
the delivery of Raymond Hamilton, Joe
Palmer and other felons. (Details in
September SDA.) ,
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with the proposition that he go after
Barrow and bring him in, dead or alive,

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