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light finally came to rest on a figure. It
was that of a young woman. She was nude
and she lay face down in the alley. Her
body was covered with bruises and she
moaned feebly.

McCarron hurried to the nearest phone
and called police headquarters. Within a
few minutes, a squad and an ambulance
were there. The temperature was slightly
above freezing, and the woman’s lips and
her body were blue from the exposure to
the cold. The ambulance rushed her to
St. Joseph’s Hospital, where she was given
emergency treatment.

In the alley, the officers found the wom-
an’s clothing. _Her shoes and stockings
were behind a garbage can. The other gar-
ments—her dress, underwear and coat—
were strewn along the edge of the alley.

Stumpf ordered a canvass of the neigh-
borhood, while Sergeant Smith, accom-
panied by Sergeant Jay Hursh, went to the
hospital. Physicians said the bruises were
serious, but not necessarily fatal. They ex-
pected that the woman would survive.
Smith and Hursh remained at the hospital,
eager to question her. They hoped she
could give them a clue that might help
solve the other three killings.

She responded to treatment quickly and
regained consciousness. At 11 o’clock, the
detectives were permitted to question her.
With great effort she told them that she
was Mrs. Dorothea Howard, age thirty-six.
Her husband was in the Army Air Corps,
stationed at nearby Baer Field. She had
come to Fort Wayne several months before
from her home in Arizona to be near her
husband.

The day before, she’d had a few drinks.
She had started drinking in the morning
and couldn’t recall what had happened
during the day. She did remember going
into a tavern on Main Street at about
10:30 in the evening. She had left there,
she said, and a soldier had followed her,
promising to see her home. But he had
wanted her to go to his room for another
drink and she had refused. He then had
led her into the alley and had attacked her.
She had tried to fight him off, but he had
torn off her clothes and beaten her. She
didn’t remember anything after that.

She said she had never seen the soldier
before and didn’t know who he was. She
was not sure that she would be able to
identify him. Stumpf called Baer Field
and asked that her husband be notified.

At the tavern on Main Street, the pro-
prietor remembered Dorothea Howard’s
brief visit. She had come in with a
civilian named Jack Stewart, who was a
regular customer. They had sat at a table
with another civilian and a soldier. The
proprietor’s wife had gone over to Stewart
and upbraided him for bringing in a
drunken woman. Stewart had got up and
left.

Dorothea left, too, and the soldier fol-
lowed her. The other civilian left shortly
afterward. Neither of them were known
to the proprietor or his wife. But they
were able to furnish the address of Jack
Stewart. The detectives went to see him.

Stewart said that he didn’t know Doro-
thea Howard. He had met her outside the
tavern and she was weaving. He had
steered her inside with the intention of
helping her to get sober.

“She sat down at the table where that
soldier and civilian were because it was the
first chair that was handy,’ Stewart re-
lated. “I had no interest in her other than
helping her. But when the owner’s wife
bawled me out, I left.”

Stewart was able to establish to the
satisfaction of the officers that he had gone
straight home and that he had remained
there. He was absolved of any complicity
in the case.

Questioned about Stewart, Dorothea had
no recollection of having seen him. Since

she recalled only the soldier who had fol-
lowed her out, the officers realized that
they would not be able to rely altogether
on her account.

Stumpf called Baer Field and requested
a list of all soldiers who had been on leave
that night. But this proved unnecessary. A
soldier named Charles Dodson, having seen

. Mrs. Howard’s picture in the papers, came

to see Stumpf and identified himself as
the serviceman who had followed the girl.

But, Dodson said, as they walked along
the street they were joined by a civilian
he did not know. Both men walked with
the woman to the alley and started to
enter it. As they did so, the bright head-
lights of a car shone on them and a wom-
an’s voice demanded: “Hey, what’s going
on here?”

“I didn’t answer and I didn’t stick
around,” Dodson said. “I ran as fast as I
could and went back to camp.”

Dodson said he was accompanied by a
buddy, who could prove that he took the
bus back to Baer Field around 11 o’clock.
He said that he could identify the civilian
if he ever saw the man again.

Dorothea was unable to verify Dodson’s
story. She still thought that the soldier had
attacked her, but her memory was so hazy
because of the many drinks she had con-
sumed, that the detectives were doubtful
that she. knew just what had happened.
Dodson was allowed to return to Baer
Field.

His army superiors, however, ordered
him to Indianapolis, where he faced a
court-martial. Dodson’s story of returning
to the base about the time of the attack
was substantiated by another soldier who
rode back with him on the bus, and by-the
records at Baer Field. Dodson was ac-
quitted. The police didn’t hold him, but
they asked him to keep in touch with them,
as a possible witness.

The officers assigned to canvass the
neighborhood found a man named Herbert
Dormyer who owned a rooming house that
ran along the alley. He had heard some
commotion and had looked out when the
car turned in. He had seen a civilian and
a soldier run out of the alley. After the
car had gone, the civilian returned. How-
ever, he had failed to see the woman. This
substantiated Dodson’s story.

Dorothea Howard’s wounds began to heal,
but the long exposure while she had lain
nude in the alley brought on pneumonia.
The physicians were unable to save her
and, on March 17th, 1945, she died. An-
other murder had been added to the
frightening list.

HE POLICE redoubled their efforts, but

they found no trace of the killers. With
the end of the war, factories went back to
civilian production and men came back to
take the jobs. Fewer women were out
alone at night and the killer did not strike
again immediately.

New wanted notices were printed. A pic-
ture of Dorothea Howard and a brief de-
scription of the crime were added. But
more than two years elapsed before there
was a break in the investigations.

Shortly before midnight on June 9th,
1947, a young man walked into the police
station at Kokomo, Indiana, and an-
nounced: “I want to confess to two
murders.”

Desk Sergeant Robert Ellis looked up in
astonishment. The caller was tall, good
looking, heavy set. He certainly didn’t look
like a killer. Ellis suspected a prank,

“And whom did you murder?” he in-

‘quired.

“Two women. Anna Kuzeff and another
one.”

The sergeant was familiar with the name
of Anna Kuzeff. “Where did these murders
take place?” he inquired.

“In Fort Wayne.”

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The parking attendant said that he had
gathered that the young man was either in
the army in some Texas camp, or had been
recently discharged. He was wearing an
army shirt and trousers.

“Any idea where we might find him?”
Ludlow scratched his head perplexedly.
“Let’s see. He did say something about a
veteran’s or serviceman’s hotel, and that
he was checking out right away. I think
the name of the place had something to do
with “veteran.”

Consulting a telephone directory, the
officers found a Veteran’s Hotel listed at
262% South Main Street.

“That’s only three blocks away,” said
Cummings. “Let’s try it.”

Upon arriving at the small hotel they
identified themselves to the manager, ang-
described the man they were seeking. The
manager, without hesitation, led them to
the register.

“I think you must be looking for this
fellow,” he said. “In Room Sixteen. He
just went up a few minutes ago.”

Written on the register, in sprawling
handwriting, was the name Frank Kuborek.

T THE DOOR of No. 16, Penney rapped.
“Who's there?” asked a muffled voice.
“The manager—to inspect the plumbing.”
The door opened, and a man in army
uniform stood with a duffel bag in his
hand. Clothes, ready for packing, lay on
the bed. On his arm was a single chevron
denoting Private, First Class.

When questioned, he admitted that he
was Frank J. Kuborek, twenty-six, and that
he was AWOL from Battery C, 59th AAA,
Fort Bliss, Texas.

“You've got thick fingers and wrists,
Frank,” said Cummings. “I guess you’re
plenty strong.”

“I worked on the iron gang in the steel
mills of Pennsylvania,” was the reply.
“What about it?”

“I was thinking how easy it would be
for you to strangle a woman. Fspecially a
small woman—like Marie Wallace.”

To this Kuborek made no answer.

“Come on, Frank,” the detective con-
tinued, “we’re going over to headquarters.”

After a few minutes of questioning at the
homicide bureau, Kuborek began squirm-
ing uneasily in his chair. When told that
the waitresses in the coffee shop could
identify him as Marie’s companion, he
shrugged. Then he confessed to going to

the hotel with Marie, but insisted it had
been at her request.

The soldier related how, a few weeks
previously, while on a furlough to Los
Angeles, he had struck up an acquaintance
with Marie Wallace in a tavern. There
had been a mutual attraction and they had
been intimate then.

“I went back to camp, but I had over-
stayed my leave,” he said. “They busted
me from corporal to PFC and restricted
me to camp for thirty days.”

But Marie was in his blood and he had
to see her again. He went AWOL and re-
turned to her. They registered at the
Geary as “Charles Johnson and wife.”

Kuborek’s claim was that, after he had
made love to her, she had begun to taunt
him by telling him that she had become
interested in another man. This, he said,
had made him angry. He grabbed her by
the neck and started to shake her. Seized
by passionate rage he had forgotten the
brutal strength of his hands. Marie’s
slender throat was like a fragile pipestem.
Her neck snapped. She moaned softly, then
lay still. This was the killer’s uncorrobo-
rated story.

Kuborek then dressed and went out, leav-
ing her in the dark room. He denied taking
any money from her purse and, when
searched, there were but three dollars in
his pockets.

He stuck to the story. The detectives
suspected robbery was the real motive, but
they couldn’t prove it. He didn’t know, he
said, why Marie had registered as Charles
Johnson and wife, although she had told
him she would use that name. He had gone
to the bus station to get his kit bag while
she registered for them.

On December Ist, 1950, Frank Kuborek
pleaded guilty to a charge of manslaughter,
before Superior Court Judge Charles W.
Fricke. The judge quickly pronounced
sentence, sending him to San Quentin
Prison for “from one to ten years.”

Epitor’s Norte:

The names James Doring and Tom
Ludlow, as used in the foregoing story,
are not the real names of the persons
concerned. These persons have been
given fictitious names in order to pro-
tect their identities.

(Continued from page 29) covered, they
found the purse. It was empty. They also lo-
cated a man who said he had heard a girl
screaming. “Leave me alone!” at about
2:30 in the morning. He had looked out and
had heard a car going down the road at
high speed.

If the screams had come from Phyllis
Conine, it meant the attacker had kid-
napped her and had held her prisoner for
several hours before he killed her.

The police worked long hours on the
case, following up every possible lead. But
after they had questioned all her ac-
quaintances and numerous police charac-
or they were no closer to finding the

iller.

ORT WAYNE had become so aroused

over the murders that a movement was
started to offer a reward. Businessmen,
civic leaders, organizations subscribed to
_ the fund, which reached $16,500. This was
made available to Chief Stumpf. On the
chance that the three murders might have
been committed by three different killers,
Stumpf offered $5,500 reward for each
case.

ONLY ONE OF THE FIVE GIRLS LIVED

Big reward notices were printed and sent
to all law-enforcement officers in Indiana.
The notices carried pictures and descrip-
tions of the victims, with a brief summary
of each crime. The only immediate result
was hundreds of tips. These were pains-
takingly investigated, but they turned out
to be rumors, notions or wishful thinking
by people who wanted the reward.

For months, Fort Wayne women were
afraid to walk the streets, especially at
night. Police patrolled the outlying streets,
watching for anything unusual, keeping a
protective eye on any woman who was
out alone. But the next victim was not at-
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where he periodically checked the locks
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into the alley to investigate.

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“No, no. It happened in 1944.”

With that, Ellis began to regard his
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“Before I left home, I cut a piece of
clothesline off a coil we had. Then I went
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evening. I knew some women passed along
that way going to work in the factories,
so I lay down behind the log and waited
for one. When Anna came along, I jumped
up behind her and put the rope around her
neck. She fought back plenty, but I was a
lot stronger.” ;

“Why did you want to strangle her?”
Stumpf asked.

“I often have an urge like that after I’ve
been drinking.”

The other victim, he said, was Billie
Haaga. He said he had met her in a tavern,
had invited her to have some drinks and
then to go for a ride. He said he had taken
her to the South River Road and there he
got the urge. She, too, had put up a ter-
rific battle.

Lobaugh was taken to the spot on the
South River Road where the body had been
found. He was vague about where the
struggle had occurred. Then he was taken
to the scene of the murder of Anna Kuzeff.
Lobaugh pointed out the log where he had
hidden, then he led the officers to the scene
of the battle with the girl.

“Did you lose anything that night?”
Stumpf asked.

“Yes, I lost the buckle off my belt,” Lo-
baugh said, “And after I left, I looked for
my pocket comb. It was missing.”

Stumpf had not told the newspapers
about finding the belt and comb. Lobaugh
couldn’t have read about it. Stumpf was
convinced that he had the killer.

“What kind of a comb was it?” he in-
quired.

_ “It was a Pro-Co-Pox.”

Stumpf decided to try a shot in the dark.
“Ralph, tell us about the other two women
you killed.”

“No, no, it wasn’t two others,” Lobaugh
said. “It was only one other—the Howard
woman,”

“And Phyllis Conine?”

“No, I didn’t have a thing to do with
that. I swear I didn’t kill Phyllis Conine.
All I know about that is what I read.”

Lobaugh then led the officers to the
tavern on Main Street, where he said he
had bought Dorothea Howard several
drinks. This did not agree with Jack
Stewart’s earlier story. Then Lobaugh
directed them to the alley where the vic-
tim had been found, showing them where
he had beaten her.

The following day, June 11th, Lobaugh
made detailed confessions of the murders
of Billie Haaga, Anna Kuzeff and Dorothea
Howard, and signed them. He still denied
any knowledge of the Conine case.

EANWHILE, Lobaugh’s mother, who

lived on the West Coast, and his wife
had come to Fort Wayne. They engaged
Robert Buhler, one of Fort Wayne’s best
criminal attorneys, to defend him. Buhler
questioned Lobaugh on June 14th.

“Tell me how you killed those women,”
Buhler said.

“I didn’t,” Lobaugh said.
any of those murders.”

“Then why did you confess?”

“I got a letter from my mother and I[
was worried. I got drunk and I went into
the station in Kokomo and confessed. All
I know about those murders is what I read
in the papers.”

Then, on June 17th, Lobaugh repudiated
this statement and again claimed that his
confessions were true. There followed a
long series of lie-detector tests and psy-
chiatric examinations. Lobaugh made sev-
eral denials, then repudiated them and
again confessed.

Charles Dodson, the soldier who had
identified himself as the uniformed man
in the alley, was located in Memphis,
Tennessee, and Fort Wayne detectives went
to see him. He looked at a picture of Lo-
baugh and identified him as the civilian
who had gone into the alley with Dorothea
Howard.

Lobaugh was indicted. He asked for an
early trial. Contrary to Buhler’s advice,
Lobaugh pleaded guilty to all three mur-
ders on October 27th, 1947. He was sen-
tenced to die in the electric chair on
February 9th, 1948.

Attorney Buhler, widely regarded as a
top lawyer and a fine man, was not con-
vinced that Lobaugh was guilty. He in-
duced Charles Dodson to come to Michigan
City, where Lobaugh was held in the state
prison. Dodson viewed the convicted man
and immediately said that he had made a
mistake. This and a repetition of repudi-
ated confessions led to the first of a long
series of reprieves for Lobaugh.

Meanwhile, there was a change in the
city administration in Fort Wayne and
Chief Stumpf resigned. Lester Eisenhut
was appointed to succeed him on January
1st, 1948. The new chief immediately set
out to re-investigate the tangled case.
There followed a variety of tests for Lo-
baugh—lie detector, psychiatric, chemical.
Some indicated that he was guilty, some
that he might be innocent.

“I didn’t do

[As THAT SUMMER a farmer living
on Ditch Road advertised his home for
sale. On the afternoon of August 17th, a
young man came to look over the place.
He said he was favorably impressed and
would talk it over with his wife.

At about 8 o’clock that evening, while
the farmer was out, the stranger called
again and the farmer’s wife, Mrs. Leona
Sharpe, went to the door. She went out in
the yard to show the prospective buyer the
exterior of the house, leaving her two
young children inside. Suddenly the stran-
ger grasped her blouse, and when she tried
to push him away, he seized her and
carried her to his car.

She struggled and screamed in vain. Her
abductor slapped her and beat her unmer-
cifully in the face. In the car, as she con-
tinued to scream, he knotted a belt around

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her neck, drawing it just tight enough to
make her lose consciousness. Then he
drove off down the road, where he attacked
her. She was in the front seat, nearing
home, when she regained consciousness.

“Don’t tell on me,” the stranger pleaded.
“T’ll make it up to you. I’ll get some nice
Christmas presents for the kids.”

She was too shocked to reply. She was
dazed when he put her out near the farm-
house, but she retained consciousness long
enough to read the license number on his
car and memorize it. Her husband imme-
diately called the police, and then took her
to the hospital, where she was treated for
the bruises and extreme shock. Of the five
women victims, she was the only one who
lived to identify her assailant.

The license number was quickly traced
to a car owned by Franklin Click. When
the officers called at his home, he was
asleep. He got up and went with them to
headquarters, where he denied the attack
on Mrs. Sharpe. He was booked on a
minor charge and held overnight. The
next day, the victim positively identified
him as the attacker. Click was given five
lie-detector tests and all of them showed
he was guilty. He then admitted the crime
and signed a confession.

Meanwhile, Click’s wife had engaged At-
torney Buhler, who talked to the prisoner.
On August 21st, Mrs. Click threw Fort
Wayne into an uproar when she gave Chief
Eisenhut two letters, both witnessed by
Buhler, The first, signed by Marie Click,
read:

I hand you herewith confession of
my husband to the murders of Wil-
helma “Billie’ Haaga, Anna Kuzeff,
and Phyllis Conine. My husband,
Franklin Click, has confessed to these
murders and signed a written confes-
sion to me. I now demand that if my
husband should be convicted of these
crimes, the reward offered, totaling
$16,500 be paid to me.

The other letter, addressed to Marie Click
and signed by Franklin Click, read:

I want you to be the first to learn
from my own lips that I am guilty of
murdering Wilhelma “Billie” Haaga,
Anna Kuzeff and Phyllis Conine. No
other person was with me or partici-
pated in these crimes. This I know is
a terrible confession and I want you
to hand this confession to Chief of Po-
lice Lester Eisenhut. I understand that
by doing so you will be entitled to the
reward offered for information leading
to the arrest and conviction of the
murderer. I am the murderer. You
are the first person to whom I have
confessed. Demand the reward. You
will need the money. May God help
me and you forgive me and be a moth-
er and father to our five dear children,
I waive any and all my constitutional
rights which Mr. Buhler has fully ex-
plained to me, together with any and
all rights concerning privileged com-
munications.

Officials accepted this with some caution,
remembering the many conflicting confes-
sions made by Lobaugh. Since it might
prove just an attempt to get the reward
money, Chief Eisenhut ordered a full in-
vestigation. Click was taken to the scene :
of the three murders for reenactment. In
the Haaga and Kuzeff cases, he was a little
vague about the locations of the struggles,
out he was no more so than Lobaugh had
been.

In the case of Phyllis Conine, Click said
that he had stolen a car, that the trench
coat the officers had found at the scene of
the murder, had been removed from this
car. Eisenhut checked this, found a car
had been stolen and located the owner,

who identified the coat as an old one he
had used to do repair work on the car and
which he always kept in the trunk. The
Conine case appeared to be the strongest
against Click.

H® WAS INDICTED for the kidnapping
of Mrs. Sharpe and for the three mur-
ders on October 8th, 1949. In Circuit Court,
Fort Wayne, on October 28th, he pleaded
guilty to the kidnapping charge and Judge
William H. Schannen sentenced him to life
imprisonment.
But he wasn’t sent away. Prosecutor
Alton L. Bloom made preparations to try
him for the murder of Phyllis Conine. When
he heard of this, Click immediately repudi-
ated his confessions. “They were phony,”
he declared. “I thought they would send
me up for life for the kidnapping and I
wouldn’t have to stand trial in the murder
cases. I didn’t have anything to do with
them, I only confessed so that my family
would get the reward money.”

Nevertheless, Click went to trial for the
1944 murder of Phyllis Conine. The evi-
dence of the stolen car, the trench coat,
Click’s confession and reenactment were
presented to the jury, which returned its
verdict early on the morning of December
Ist, 1949. It found him guilty and recom-
mended the death penalty, which was
pronounced by Judge Schannen. The exe-
cution date was set for March 27th, 1950.

Attorney Buhler filed notice of appeal.
Click reiterated his statement that he had
confessed to get the reward money.

There was further complication three
days later when Ralph Lobaugh, writing
from Michigan City, sent letters to Chief
Eisenhut, Prosecutor Bloom and Governor
Schricker, confessing the murder of Phyl-
lis Conine, a crime he had steadfastly
denied in previous statements. He offered
to testify for Click, saying, “I, myself,
alone, am guilty of this murder.” At the
same time, he insisted that he alone had
killed Dorothea Howard.

On January 4th, 1950, the Indiana Su-
preme Court agreed with Lobaugh.

The Supreme Court upheld the convic-
tion of Click and a new date was set for
his execution. He died in the electric
chair on December 30th, 1950.

Meanwhile, Governor Schricker had been
studying. the numerous reports by psy-
chiatrists and others on Ralph Lobaugh.
He finally decided that there was grave
doubt that Lobaugh had committed the
Haaga, Kuzeff and Howard murders.

“He is a dangerous man,” the governor
said, “and shouldn’t be free.: He should be
confined somewhere; but I am not going to
take his life.” i

The governor made his final decision on
May 2nd, 1951. He commuted the death
sentence to life imprisonment. Lobaugh
was sent to the state prison for the crimi-
nally insane, where he is now serving the
sentence,

Marie Click’s claim for the reward
money, to-which she says she is entitled
for obtaining her husband’s confession
which led to his conviction in the Conine
case, was deferred pending final disposition
on all four cases. As this goes to press, no
decision has been made.

But in the words of Governor Schricker,
finis had been written to “the most in-
volved and tangled legal problem in Indi-
ana’s history.”

Eprtor’s Nore:

The names Jack Stewart, Harriet
Browning and Herbert Dormyer, as
used in the foregoing story, are not the
real names of the persons concerned.
These innocent persons have been given
fictitious names in order to protect
their identities.

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INSTALL OF FICERS

Dr. Ciaude B. Peston Sateen
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treets,» Jeffersonvills’ at 7:30
lock : Tuesday oe it was an
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The officers were looking for chicken}
thieves at the time and went. to the! ,
wrecked motor for the purpose : ef

Si helping its occupants, unaware that

they already had fatally wounded Pa-
trolrhan John Pfaffenberger at Sey-
mo

th ride started at a ‘filing
station between Brownstown and. Sey-
mour when Coffin and his two eom-
paniog sped away ieee paying for
peo-i their #asoling,

The Seote. Cousity deputy was alain
tin C Ceunty, & few feet from the
Scott County fine, /

Ro Neal, 28, Aiseming oe, and
» 23 Helmsburg,’ Coftin’s
"| accompjices, were convicted in Clark
Cirevit Court and given:life sentences
in the State Prison after one of the
speediest trials in the history of Indi-,
ana. |.

Infhuential friends ef the Coffin
family @rpeared before Gov. Paul. V:
McNutt October 4,. pleading that tite
youth should have: his sentence com={
muted from death to life imprison-
ment, Shes

~ They’ said’ he never ‘received a
“break,” and that his father is near
death from a long illness. Letters
from Coffin’s former teachers, attest-
ing to his brilliance in school, “were
presented. :.

* In announcing denial of the pies
Governor McNutt said:

“When Iwas elected I peomieds

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there would be no executive leniency
for prigoners unless it could be shown
that there: was A miscarriage of ju2-
tice,

“There: never was any doubt as to

Coffin’s guilt Even ‘his closest friends! poet - ‘a tribute ’ beyond ‘any

that he was)

and relatives admitted
guilty
2éG offin was the third conviet to die
in the Indiana priyon: within, two:
weeks. ‘
Inflé épncing the’ ‘governor’ $ Aenttayt
was. the testimony of a state  police-
man. that fyoung Coffin, when he was'

peotic ASE.

 Defe sia in the internal z

Seni, L. Gladgo, Joueph:
Sanne] Lewis, Thonres © Roberta,
James Wilson, Alfred Tyler, ’Victor’
Baughman, Leroy Davis, Edward Ar)
nold, Charles Cosby, Leonard Stew-
art, Harry H. Nicholson, Jaspn Brewn,
Oscar. L. Best, Emil Lind, , Raymond
Torphy, Raymond . Stevens, Dalbert
Silvers Wallace Bgxlestem . Davis,
Clifton’ ‘Davis, > Alva. Reynolé, Glen
Mauck, Taft Smith, Harry Beboster, |
and Claude Myers,

Forrest Logsdon and eee Tip-
ton are charged. with theft from. an

interstate shipment; Ray Harmon apd

James Little, burglary of a postafilee;| -

Homer Jackson and: ‘Vincent Paul Dit)
lion}: possesion. of ‘sn ‘

stilt; Charles Calapolis, im ba
of a Federal officer and Dr. Maurice
A. Blackbarn, Negro physician,; for-|
merly of New Albany, but now of Lou
isville, isiesion of the Harrison’) Nar.

Loewe eas Ne

¢ f
: ;
Se et

CHILD eas
CALLED FINEST

‘Eumea ti

RILEY TRIBUTE:

- Of Poet : |

The dies Whitcomb Riley Hos:
pital for Children pays. the Hoosier.
line*in-
iterature for an epitaph and beyond '
anything that could: be fashioned in}
marble, Dr. John H: Finley, associate.
editer’of the New York Times, de-
cl@fed in an address observing Riley’ Ss:
birth anniversary.
“With an audience in attendance:
which - filled. the auditorium. of: the:

arrested at Bloomington shortly after! Indiana Universigy Medical. School:

the shooting of Deputy Sheriff Harold
Amick of Scott County arid Patrolman
Charles. Pfaffenberger. of Seymour,
had defied Bloomington police,

~The youth was quoted as saying:

“You. wouldn’t have got me if my
sin hadn’t jammed. [ve killed ‘two
men and I might as swells Rly some:

others,”

Jaer ERSONVILLE BROADCAST

‘ Mayer Allen WwW. Srecks, Gserge
Greher, baritone, Geerge “Bud”
White clarinetist, Thomas Stradley
pianist, and Pref. Elmer G. MeCal.
juga, city echeel cuperintendent,
will appear on a “Jelfersenville On
The Air” program which will be

| sary.

°
‘Praise all the way back to the tomb

the tenth anniversary of the hospital |
dedication was observed in connec-!

tion with Mr. Biley*s birth anniver- |

Approximately twenty-five erbey
Visitors’*passed- through the various
‘departments and-over the newly de-
veloped campus as open house was
held: »

“Lhave myself seen monuments of

of. Tutankhamen and the city in
Asia Minor where the deeds of Alex-
‘ander the Great were recalled, but!
FB have ‘seen nothing more beautiful
im conception or finer in ‘its tribute
than this Riley hospital,” Dr, Finley
rated

“Hagh Mek. ‘Landon, Sreaidont of
the James Whitcomb Riley Memorial

a audit in. either }
cpon then. An t

was found ‘in the i
The death of. me
greatly injure
Crown Prince, F
will succeed to the i
but because of his wi
4

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,

Olden 3
Rea

= ————

beim

Evening Ne

“CLOSING OF.

will govern be count

SCHOORE

“The several > dep
public schools closed
Lotsthe scholastic yea

noon. We were enab
i few rooms in perso
friends to, farnish
from the*other room
of our invégtigation,
present the following

“"We-visited Rose
morning, and calléd
Ratledge of 1st grac
/attendance in her ro
:portment-very good. }
2nd grade, ‘average
Miss Hallie Ewing, sa
age attenddnce 48.M
gerade A. and B: grade
dance, 52> Prof.- W.
grade present twelve
| Miller, 3rd: grade ave
53. ‘Miss Iola Camer
grades, averaze atten
‘Frank Simpson,, 7th
attendance 27. Mrs.
average attendance
Ware, 4th grade, ave

54, Miss Anna Hobbs, E

age attendance .96.

« “We-also called ‘at

Miss Cora Stark, Mis#e

Mias Lizzie Hertzsch.
grade 3, average atte

‘After we left Mis
son’s room yesterday,
surprised with the p
beautful silver card ¢

son teayes tomorrow f@.

to remain during the

“Miss Cora Stark w
itnted with a sHver
her pupils.”

wet OR ce

ge

sharp debate on
alleged illegal rac

Andians, tax-! band organized in Bloomington, and x preside
ion im equity,| trigger man.in the kiting of: Denuty| sia ty Ghat be Mapa

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inet by: trado./ 4°) mal
| : Pa dB just

Send was * yearsolds: ‘Dhoy ete
Ary bad ne aid’ undoubtedly deserved
he" courage. with?) Which) they
met thejr terrible and lesa doom,
is the-only citcumstance Ww ehh entitles
their memory to any degrebiottespect,
_ The solemn Soham iil
nade by, Stocking and Rico while, Upon
the scaffold, with death ‘and ‘eternity; in
tull: view, are calculated: to: “prodiiea | a

Frill of horror in the minds of ev ery one

atic was “not fatly ‘acduatated ‘Ww lth’ the

fadts in regard to the murders ‘eqminitted.
Humiaity revoits at tie idéa: of taking
the life of an innocent maken iconv: étion
of taurder. What then mu be the feal-
ings ‘of those witnessing ‘auth ah exctntion,

Sho. know that these sotemth declarations
af innocence are a lie before God: and man?

Nothing but utter ignoranica, ‘of: the: iteve-

lations of the Supreme Being concerning
the fature beyond the’ grave,, vould jin-
duce such mockery on the threshold) of
the world of spirits... W 6 heard thede dy-
ing’ declarations of isno¢ence/tnade by the
guilty culprits on the: ‘deaftoldl: “We jfaw
their up.turned eyes, and) a nlifted: hands
to Heaven, while God, indie and met

me

sre.called.to,.witness that they, rere. iD- Jes

Hocent of crime; atd we felt, ‘ag all pras~
must have felt, that every, word was a lie

—red hot fromthe fires of perdition..

Thue theso miserable, men hava gone. to

: theit Gna! home. We shall not, ‘because

me cannot, harrow up their feolinge,,' ‘and

wouldn't mas the feelings of their friends

left behind. Let the areadful doom: ‘of

¢ Rice, Driskill and Stockibgtheir’ utter.
| ignorance of God's law, Justicg or ‘mercy |

be reflected upon by every persan: tempy
ed to commit crime, and we shall be | cop- |

i tert that. life and property: ‘ate, secute,—
i Hed either of; these, ai maknifeated

aby signs of penitence, 1 ‘be theif Wiss
rious lives: led: comma ty tots Tory.
ey would; have had the ayTh athies and’


(REE ee re
The, shevift, ia 18 ceded
the fatal topes C8)
stool which he

i ‘ ely alittle Bil te puhabyed it
hia saat. Ie then Kitelt down, inclindd-t
fisthead forward, remarking that he had
‘scen men hung, " by which we underitdog

betas going to Kneet?? mie an

mh ” He then tutned to Stocking nant

| “Sock, which way. i8 the easiest to

Jkeet or stand? | 1 want to: die the

eee og mage easiest way,’?: ‘Brock bg replied that
eee should stand inless be thought there; a

ay bs du hger: of the rope breaking.’ The her
oe ee ee o asstired. him there ena “Fe

thérefore stood tp, but Dyiskill hivecled.
ate cape were then draw ‘over their fa
and at tauty- two minutes past, 2 ie
clcek the bolt wns: “withdrawn, | ‘the eit:
pri its, launched: into’ eternity ! “None
of them gave evidence of protracted ‘suf
im fer ring, A slight spasmotic a¢tion was ob-
setved j tn. Rite for a’ minute! or two, ‘but
as far as we could Bee, neither Stockihg
or Driskill ribg ed, |The Deckd, SOP both.
“i i broken. | Aner: ‘hatatr, g
for tw. ibntes the’ physicians press
3 } ent ¢ : ned them and pronodaced them |
a dead. pene bodies were then taken down |
IIS 8 os I eed. in coftinsy and: Rice: and Drig
Kill delivered to their. friends. | Stockibg”
was buried at ‘the expense ‘of the: conn
ty] i x
Get was oy years at ‘age, ind was uae,
orydon in this Staley “Tle!was a tin-
ner by-trade. | Driskil a ‘Rative of
‘Harrisburg ugh A and had $ entored hig|
24d year, “Blocking. was’ botn Bo New,
Ypik, and waa 3) yeata ‘old.’ They Wert
vary bad iss aud undoubi ated gy fotery ed)

Fete themory to dégr ose a
ae “Ihe solemn protesisfions if Phwicah cc
“a hinde. by, Stocking and Ride he
ae ioe ine scaffold, with death 2 ab
; | dul, view, areseatoult ted

in

ss


+ 'ehave wv

nby kiddy tins busi

mdzy crimes; he Jrad; eguently hi
them planned pwd discussed at his! éstab.

Pia ti

rad

but 6) Had ‘never participated in) an
thing cf the sort, | Owl
Was the worst that dould be sai

him..’ He had not ‘had a fate tria

«| five:cent

which they Were enabled tg
Purchase fF. them a commutation of pun
ishment e murder of Fahrdnbaugh,
from =} wing, to imprisonment ‘in, the
penitentiary: He strongly reflected upon.
the management of his caso, Acensing his
coumsel of sitheroross incondpetency ora
Wilfal ‘distegard of his interdsts: He then
branched off intos A, harangue of some

| Jength upon the co dition o our/country,
‘and the undying love he bore it! eto, 'He
 adverted among Other things to the’ in-

sufficiency Of our’ navy in case & War,
ehould break out, evincing in bis remarks
considerable shrewdness and

He mentioned that he had’

‘thathe,

inthe Canailian re

Battle of Sh
“Georg

B John ‘Rose déce

You alt, Know nes

lishment, tpeticy and’ other ‘stolen “ props]
estan divided in his back room, some powde ( HY

| might be ¥
ped. | Clark went with me ‘and we bought °
~worth. of powder. and) ball.’ I:

F' came here. in 1840,

HOD ir Seer

teeges a liquor seller hy ani now gding to dhe.) I dia for ‘men who *

made him ieee f ever + a art Were cowarts’ 1 sat Fabrenbaughs'on:
ada Begtcnuly | heard the hight of the wurder.’ Pil teh you all

Longe ‘and Clark came to ma
‘i /And asked me to buy them

e going’ t@the:iée house, whero there

ere, they wanted to be prepar-

afterwagis met Longley and Clark at Hag-

getty’s; T asked them ‘Where they were.
going: “They” said to the ice house, and
asked me'to go along, We met’ Driskill
at the swing’ bridge. It was rafbing and,

he had an umbrella, We all) we
ice/house, "The rest went’ in, |b
too drunk to climb the ladder,

and

dshot. | They said they

He, and as-some othet fellows:

€

Was,


aoe

aia

ey

mee tio n Me enti woul 8

ye Cale ape
ae . i
‘ wT
eat e")
ptt ty

|
}
|
'

m6. ) This, 4 : iH, han i ‘hb ; Whole
m truth | Laut ig toe a4 Lath n0 cow |

/ that Gui Air mighty will also for
Ticaye iy. love alti i Hy

at sin He hopefi that. abeh:
‘in would be. ‘pudlistied. about Ainge bat |
‘th j trath, rthe sake of the feelings of

Much had. b - ‘light

i eB at was false,’ 1H) tod, for:

a cave all. who had wrongéd, bi and jist,
pe God ‘would forgive thein’ Iso, Vote
ice then inquired if the Prosecuting
fAtiorney, Mr. Naylor, was, prevent, ind
on qa Id that he wa not, he! exp
sed, his tégrat, as he had sd ething to say
‘o Him, \\He said thatin his tial hg stobd
#30 hante.’’ “I hate to speak it, 4h ie
mnarked,'dut I: think the Prosecutor took |
: ed 4 ‘advantage df me. He went aroubd
N.the prisoners ta: Bet all the facts he
cou id’ against ‘Te, ‘but! ‘he Lobes cose to
ime fo ask me anything,’ J know, too; that
some of them told him J was | innocent.
Ww by was I put on my, trial fired thdn?; Ms
bx unfair to try aman right off. And E think
re i gee ought dot to be ealle i ifrem the
aay COD) They: Ou: chit te md Of educa.
iy tO'A mati:
ef Di you. know! ‘Abe Rice}!
q ‘1 pd mani hoe once tried to ah
me me;t and bes Hows that'to bias hig mind:

a It Teig wery hartto get the tight ii ind of jus
rymed, I know, There aro tnbiany igua)
rantimen, Sean in Weg | Ger yeaah!

At the request of Desk ie thek fale
—# statement i in Tegard to condut tin ono of
: ithe jurymen oD Driskill’g trial: towards
ie his (Driskill’s) 1 moth en, ; a host ontra:
i gopd reason's
s publian t Which’ cer |
tainly deserves iti 4 1 ice igh te ¢ond) ihe
Be si ane Y ih Vanes tS alt:

‘4 oak

lens a —


EASTON, Orelle, wh, elec. IN (LaPorte) June 3,

TT ee pel pe

The
Four - State
Pact Gets

Its Man

author:
to an

HE little automobile careened
crazily from side to side. Brakes
screaming and tires smoking, four

locked wheels tried vainly to stem its
flight through the loose gravel. There
was a flash of the driver’s strained,
white face and then a tearing, wrench-
ing crash of metal against metal. A
big sedan, passing on the pavement,
skidded precariously and then rolled
over and over down the embankment.
The smaller car was demolished.

A short while later Patrolman W.
Raymond Dixon, of the Indiana State
Police, made these entries in his re-
port book:

“Date—Sunday, June 26, 1938; Loca-
tion of accident— Fails Corner, six
miles. northeast of La Porte; Time—6
p.m. Arrested, Walter Sanders of
Michigan City, for failure to stop at
intersection of Fail Road and State
Route No. 20. John Boergert of Kenil-
worth, Illinois, and Miss Laura

They Killed An Indiana State Trooper
on June 26, 1938, Kidnaped Four Per-
sons, and Police in Four States Knew

They Would Slay Again, Unless—

ry

Orelle Easton, with the wounded shoulder, being questioned by Deputy Sheriffs Clinton Craig and Jesse Burton

OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES,
Octeber, 1938

Sheriff Freeman Lane, co-
He owes his
armor- plate

life
car

By Sheriff Freeman Lane

Porter County, Indiana, as Told to

Cordon E. Fewell

Schmidt of Detroit, occupants of other
car, taken to Holy Family Hospital in
La Porte; their condition not serious.
Occupants of Sanders’ automobile un-
injured.”

Deputies Charles Hahn and Joseph
Kowalezyk had arrived to investigate

State Trooper W. Raymond Dixon
—who with his friend Ralph Hen-
nings wrote a story for this maga-
zine’s issue of January 15, 1938—

-made a plucky fight for life

the accident for the La Porte County
Sheriff’s office. Dixon, with Sanders
in the back seat of the State Police
car, waved to Kowalczyk: , ;
~“We’ll go ahead in, Joe. See you in
jail,’ he shouted: The patrolman
pulled up a short distance further.
“If you’ve taken your picture, Dutch,
let’s get going,” he called to Ralph J.
Hennings, South Bend newspaper pho-
tographer who had ridden to the scene
with him.

The squad car moved on across Road
No. 20 and proceeded south along Fail
Road in.the direction of La Parte.
About a. half-mile, from ‘Fails Corner,
Dixon came’ upon’ a’ Plymouth’ sedan
parked on the opposite side of the ‘road
with its engine hood up. Inside were

08



~

wer eee

Who's
Through
in America

ENDELL FORREST BOWERS,

20-year-old murderer of Mrs.
Wilma V. Carpenter. pretty widow,
marched silently to Pennsylvania's death
chair in grim Rockview penitentiary,
Bellefonte, Pa. where he paid with his
life for his brutal deed.

bd

The first white man.to die in the elec-
tric chair at Tattnall state prison, Reids-
ville, Ga., was electrocuted after being
convicted of attacking a 7-year-old girl.
He was Levy S. Rozier, a 36-year-old
farmer. He was convicted @ year ago
and won three reprieves from Governor
Rivers. But at the last the state prison
board refused to recommend clemency.

>

Fred Vanucci reached the end of the
trail in Chicago when gangsters caught
up with him and took:him for a one-way
ride along a country road. The body was
found by a farmer in the vicinity of Crete.
The hands and feet were bound with sash
cord and the body was bullet riddled.

Clarence Easton, 27 years old, a North
Dakota youth w ho came to Chicago with
his brother with the idea of being a big
time gangster, was shot and killed by
state police after he had slain an officer
who sought to aid him. He and the brother
made a last stand in their attempt to
evade a police net but an officer's bullet
found its mark in Clarence’s heart. His

brother, O. G. Easton, was wounded an?

aptured during the gun fight. snl

—~—

One of Brooklyn's most notorious gun-
men was executed by gangsters recently
when he was trapped in a Tenth avenue
bar and grill and shot down by a lone
executioner. The victim was Edward
“Silent Eddie” ,Ketny, who, police say,
was implicated in the slaying of Mrs.
Jack “legs” Diamond several vears ago.

oe op eee

THE MONTH'S BEST CASES —

CRIMSON TRAIL OF THE re | | a ee ree
.By Roland E. Lindbloom 4

New Jersey tart ruthless bandit c comes to the end of the crime trail.

TIGER CURE ge FS ea EL es By Edwin Baird 8

Chicago—A bandit queen succumbs to mother love.

SNARING PHILADELPHIA’S PHANTOM KIDNAPER.....
. By Mackenzie Griffin and Lawrence Flick, Jr. 12

Peniisylvania—A slender clue foils a desperate plot.

OKLAHOMA’S DOOMED WIFE AND THE RIDE OF DEATH

ene ee re eT .By Edwin V. Burkholder 14
Cordell—Shrewd sleuths solve a : baiting murder mystery.
DEVIL’S DISCIPLES.................. By Edith Liggett 18

New York—A dynasty of crimson horror ends on the gallows.

CAROLINA’S PAYROLL SLAYERS AND THE TELLTALE

ALIBI...... MM pine ds wibicew: Ot ck By Philip R. Rand 24
Spartanburg—-T wo brutal killers learn that crime does not pay.
MOUNTAIN TRAGEDY................ By Walden Snell 28

West Virginia—Two missing youths lead police to discovery of a
heinous crime.

SOLVING CALIFORNIA’S GREATEST GOLD ROBBERY
4 eciel eo i cache lec iaia, oer ee By Harry F. Mullett 34

Selby—A daring thief neatly committed a perfect crime.

MISSOURI’S MIDNIGHT HORROR AND THE MASK OF
GUILT....'... bei vendxe tua ‘3 By Katherine Kellen O°’Neal 40

Eminence-«A double slaying baffles police but a shrewd sheriff
traps the killers.

CORPSE WITHOUT A FACE.
Pilg Peete 6 By Antonio B. ‘Quijano and Allen Carter 46

Mexico—Lust leads a jealous killer to a horrible murder.

~ SHORT FEATURES

Pe ee

OTC: PE ABTIG iS. egies ee kek ee ee omen seas 22
a rae: 33
MOE SER MI iors vetage ane PE eae nen ens 44
HECK. CRIME CAUSES.......... 000s cee e seus evens

.....An Editorial By Dr. John H. Cassity, Psychiatrist 50

STRAIGHT ak i svt ail at 7 wig SO as «ah a

.Comment on Timely Topics 82

eee eee . .

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sai lath as aa iat


en,

T IS common to condone the wildness
of young men and women by saying,
“Youth must have its fling.” Many

an indulgent parent has refrained from
correcting or punishing an unruly son or
daughter on the theory that the young
must be allowed a certain latitude for
the sowing of wild oats.

mere “fling” can often
be was recently demon-
strated in Newark, N. J.,
when pretty ‘Irene
Gaertner was hurled to
her death from a speed-
ing auto. Miss Gaertner
was about to be mar-
ried. She determined to
have one last fling before
settling down. She made
the rounds of several
beer taverns, struck up a chance ac-
quaintance with a strange man, and con-
sented to go for a ride with him. A short
time later a passerby heard a scream
from a speeding car, and Miss Gaertner
hurtled to her death on the pavement.
Police were confronted with another
murder. |

. This magazine takes no-holier-than-
thou attitude, and is by'no means op-
posed to the normal enjoyment of life.
We believe, however, that Miss Gaertner’s
tragic experience emphasizes the point
that the gravest consequences may result
from even the smallest infraction of so-
ciety’s rules. °

Irene Gaertner

WOULD-BE DILLINGER

_ The latest gunman to discover that
following the footsteps of John Dillinger
is an unhealthy business is Orelle J.
Easton, a young farmer of North Dakota.
He and his brother, Clarence, went on a
rampage of. law breaking and gunplay
which ended with Clarence dead and
Orelle wounded, cap- i

How bitterly tragic a

Clarence was killed and Orelle subdued
and captured. An escapade which began
with the idea of obtaining excitement
and easy money, ended in bloodshed and
tragedy. More than 100 police were ready
to shoot it out with the Easton’s when
the end came. Those are the usual odds
against the criminal—more than 100 to 1.

Nothing but hot lead and cold bars will
convince these pathetic would-be Dillin-
gers that the law means business, and
that there is no pleasure or profit in the
career bf a modern badman. Those who
try to follow Dillinger must expect to
follow him all the way—right into the
grave,

LAW DOESN'T FORGET

A murder is committed. Police investi-
gate, but find themselves baffled. The
case dies down in the newspapers. Years
pass, and the murderer assures himself
that he has fooled the law. His murder,
he believes, has long since been forgotten.
He is safe.

But it doesn’t work. out that way; the
law never forgets. At this moment three
murders, each committed years ago, are
being investigated anew, and the chances

‘ are that they will all be solved despite

the passage of the years.

More than a year ago Charles Morris,
a race track gambler, was murdered. No-
body was arrested for that-crime. But
recently a body encased in a block of
concrete was thrown up on the shores of
the Connecticut river—the body of the
long-dead Morris. The case has been re-
opened. Police have .already arrested a
suspect and their chances of getting a
conviction are good.

Four years ago William Snyder, a labor
official, was shot to death. That murder,
too, passed without being solved, and the
public forgot about it. But now District
Attorney Thomas E. Dewey of New York

has obtained confessions that will send
Snyder’s murderers to jail, despite the
four-year lapse during which they lived
in what they believed was safety from the
law’s vengeance.

Seven years ago Benjamin P. Collings
was murdered aboard his yacht in Long
Island Sound. A new suspect in the case
has been spotted, and his arrest is mo-
mentarily expected as this is written.

These are only three cases out of many
which prove that the law has a long
memory, and that no criminal is ever
safe, no matter how “perfect” his crime
may seem at the time of commission.

WASTED LIFE

Roy Gardner, once the most notorious
train robber in the United States, has

. just been released after 17 years spent in

federal prisons. Gardner
pursued his criminal
career as a lone wolf,
disdaining underworld
connections and help. He
made a specialty of rob-
bing the mail and re-
peatedly escaped.

The man who was re-
sponsible for putting
Gardner behind bars has
offered him a job.
Gardner has announced
his firm intention of going straight, mak-
ing good in business, and conducting him-
self as a law-abiding citizen should.

We applaud Gardner’s intention of
going straight, and we hope he is able to
take his place in society despite the handi-
cap of a prison background. He may be
able to succeed where many others have
failed. We can’t help pointing out, how-
ever, that had Roy Gardner decided to
live a decent life 17 years ago he would
not now be facing the world with the best
part of his manhood wasted away.

Roy Gardner

tured and headed for a
long prison term.

The Easton brothers
not only aped Dillin-
ger’s style, but they

DARING DETECTIVE’S ANTI-CRIME PLATFORM

1. PAROLES—Adopt stringent legisla- 4... GUNS—Make purchase i

increasingly

and provide for dependents of men
shot in action.

followed his old trail
across five Indiana and

ea ; 2. CODDLING—Tighten prison regu- 5. COOPERATION—Unify country’s
Illinois counties. On lation to reduce coddling of i with
the way they shot an and make jail an unpleasant place to _ Office.
Indiana state trooper, be. rege : 6. POLITICS—Take postice ove “ the
abducted two deputies 3. PUBLICITY—Strip crime and crim- police force, making political ob- 19,
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and staged a_ pitched plays and publications. ¥:

battle with police until

tion and supervision tending to curb
parole and pardon evils.

difficult, investigate all sales and
register both gun and owner.

REWARDS—Reward  officer-heroes

peace officers.

LAW YERS—Adopt rigorous cam-
paign to drive lawyer-criminals from

the courts.

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state legal procedure to cut red tape
and speed up justice.
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where the keys were left and back to the abandoned Dodge,
then drove to the nearest farmhouse and called the Sheriff.
But the youthful gangsters, who had possessed the curious
mixture of cold-bloodedness and courtesy, had vanished.

Two days passed. At the intersection of United States

Routes 10 and 51 at Stevens Point, Wisconsin—a city of
14,000 and located 170 miles southeast of Cameron—a city
police squad car cruised slowly up a side street. It was eleven
p.M. Alone in the car was Officer Pat Bowen, on his regular
round of inspection. Ahead of him in the darkness, at the
side of the street, was the black outline of a sedan, lights off.

Bowen, alert, turned his spotlight on the car. It was a
1937 Chevrolet coach, Wisconsin license. The right front
door was open, and there were two men in the car. Then,
without warning, a gun cracked and a bullet whistled by the
officer. 7

Stepping on the gas, Bowen drove on and turned into the
driveway of an oil station. The motor of the Chevrolet
roared into swift action, and, as the two men sped past the
station, the same gun spoke again and another joined in.
Both shots whizzed harmlessly by the officer as the bandit
car disappeared into the night. .

At the corner where the Chevrolet turned, Bowen found a
zipper sweater jacket. That was all, except the memory of
a snarling blond youth who had crouched back of the wheel
and who had fired without warning.

Out over station WPEP, at Kenosha, WMPE, at Elkhorn,
and WAKE, at Oshkosh, the description of the gunmen was
flashed at 11:54.

Two or three hours later, at two a. M. Sunday, June 19th,
a boy and girl of seventeen were driving along the state
highway near Iola, Wisconsin, going home from a country
dance at a beach pavilion.

Deputy Sheriffs Joseph Kowalczyk (left)
and Charles Hahn, who were kidnaped
and their car commandeered by the out-
laws, are greeted by relieved wives upon
their safe return. (Right) The bullet-
scarred car in which the deputies were
forced to travel with the bandits. In front
of the car (left to right) are Sheriff Joseph
Wolf of La Porte County; Lieutenant Ray
Fisher of the Northern Indiana State
Police; “Dutch” Hennings who accom-.
panied his friend, Dixon, on the fatal ride;
and Prosecutor Mark Storen of La Porte
County, who presented the State’s case

At a lonely side road, twenty miles east of Stevens Point,
a car was parked, lights off. The young couple slowed down
and were greeted with a fusillade of gun-fire. Bullets and
shot ripped into the hood, the left door and left rear of the
car. The boy, Edwin Braaten, groaned in pain as two bullets
entered his left hip.

The girl, Irene Klucks, of Madison, Wisconsin, despite her
fright, helped guide the car as they fled. She rushed the
boy to the hospital. There, a doctor attended young Braaten
and called D. R. Campbell, Sheriff of Waupaca County.

The Sheriff drove to the scene of the shooting. He had
heard the broadcast of the attack on Officer Bowen at Stevens
Point, earlier that night. This sounded like the same two men.

Ten or twelve rods off the county highway, Campbell
found the wadding from a 12-gauge shell and the butt of a
shotgun left behind by the gunmen.

Out over Station WAKE, at Oshkosh, at 8:50 a. m., June
19th, flashed the news of the shooting of Edwin Braaten by
two desperadoes in a Chevrolet sedan.

“These men are dangerous,” warned the announcer.

Sixty miles south of the scene of the Braaten shooting lies
a little city of 4,000—Ripon, Wisconsin. Here, at one A. M.,
Tuesday, June 21st, a car pulled up at the all-night filling
station of Gus Buchholz.

. Automatics were trained on him, and a terse voice growled:

“It’s a holdup.”

Buchholz raised his hands.

“Don’t look at us,” the gunmen ordered.

They emptied the cash register, taking currency amounting
to $65, and $16.35 in change, then pushed Buchholz into the
back seat and threw a cover over his head. The car, a
Chevrolet sedan, replenished with gas, sped away with the
kidnaped victim. A little over a mile from the station, they
pushed their captive from the car and drove on. Buchholz
ran to his home and notified the police. Ripon offi-
cers immediately had the news of the armed holdup
sent out over Station WAKE, at Oshkosh.

Despite the broadcasts, describing the Chevrolet
auto and the marauding bandits, police were unable
to lay the finger of the law upon them, for they were
traveling fast and were able to disappear in south-
eastern Wisconsin’s maze of Federal, state and
county roads.

Forty-five miles south of Ripon the town of
Columbus, Wisconsin, with a population of 2;500,
is located at the intersection of United States Routes
16 and 151, twenty-eight miles northeast of Madi-
son. Here, on the night of Wednesday, June 22nd,
a young woman, Mrs. Otto Schultz, in a gray Ply-
mouth 1937 sedan, drove slowly through a park on
her way to meet her sister. Suddenly, ‘a mud-
spattered Chevrolet sedan drove up ahead, forcing
her to stop.

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thorities re-enact the
vicious crime. (1) Con-
stable William Locke of
South Bend _ indicates
Dixon’s position after
‘examining the license
plates of the disabled
car. (2) Detective
James Stayton of the
La Porte Police, shows
where the bandit stood
when he opened fire on
the trooper. (3) Far-
mer Glen Fail, as
“Dutch”? Hennings,
stands where the latter
helplessly witnessed the
attack on Ray Dixon

TRUE DETECTIVE
MYSTERIES,
March, 1939.

By CHIEF OF POLICE
A. C. WITTERS

Valparaiso, Indiana
As told to
CHARLES D. PIFER

to the South Dakota and Minnesota state lines, is the

little city of Wahpeton, home of the State School of

Science. The latter is a misnomer, for the institution is,
in reality, a school of trades, where North Dakota boys
gather to be taught farming, carpentry, masonry, and the
like—useful occupations.

To this little practical college, in September, 1929, there
came a tall, auburn-haired boy of nineteen, named Clarence
Easton. He was a silent, almost sullen, youth, having no
close friends and keeping much to himself in the dormitory
where he lived. .

Mysterious boxes arrived for him, addressed, “Dr. Clarence
Easton,” and strange things went on in the room of young
‘Easton during the long winter nights of 1929-30. Lights
burned there until the small hours of the morning; and from
behind the locked door there emanated inexplicable whines
and howls, as if the red-haired student were possessed with
demons in the shape of dogs and cats.

Mingled anger and alarm drove the housemates of Easton
to complain to E. F. Riley, the president of the college. They
didn’t care how queerly this fellow Easton acted, but they
did object to his keeping them awake night after night.

The president agreed. He looked up the scholastic record
of Clarence. After a good start, the latter had been steadily
losing ground in the classrooms. During the winter term he
had flunked one subject and been on the borderline in others.
Instructors’ reports said that he often fell asleep during
classes.

The spring term had just begun. In the middle of April,

[: the extreme southeastern corner of North Dakota, close

1930, Dr. Riley wrote to Carl and Martha Easton, parents of

the boy, and they came from their home in Valley City,
North Dakota, 100 miles northwest. The president explained

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that Clarence was doing poorly in his school work and that
he had reason to believe that their son was not perfectly
normal. He suggested that they take Clarence to Dr. George
C. Jacobs, consultant physician on mental and surgical cases
at the college.

Dr. Jacobs got the story from Clarence. There was noth-
ing to be ashamed of, the boy insisted. He had simply been
catching all of the dogs and cats he could find in the neigh-
borhood, taking them to his room, and injecting various kinds
of drugs into them with a hypodermic syringe to see the
effects.

That the howling of the animals had kept others in the
house awake, meant little to him; and the fact that he had
panned one subject and had neglected the others meant even
ess.

“Your son appears to be mentally unbalanced,” Dr. Jacobs

‘told the parents kindly. He reported his conclusion to the

president of the college, and on April 28th, 1930, Clarence
was removed from the School of Science, and his pseudo-
scientific experiments ended. ,
Who can tell what dire thoughts went on in the mind of
the boy? Back at Valley City he became melancholy and
lived to himself. He disdained the dances and games which
attracted youths of a similar age. He had no regular employ-
ment, and, as the wheel of depression bore down upon the
Easton family, Clarence became surly and quick-tempered.
Years passed, and the boy never forgot the charge of in-
sanity, and never entirely forgave his parents for their part
in his removal from college. Then, in the spring of 1938,

when he threatened to do his father bodily harm during a
quarrel, Carl Easton went to Judge Oldsberg, at Valley City,
and asked him to call the sanity commission to test his eldest

son.


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black Dodge with Minnesota license plates came out of a
side street and drove away at a fast clip.

Parked near by, Traffic Officer L. E. Taylor of Cameron,
also in a Dodge, had gotten a look at the two occupants. He
sped after them. The slim, hatless youth with. curly blond
hair, at the wheel of the fugitive car, drove through two
arterial highways. Taylor, with his young son beside him,
bore down on the accelerator in pursuit, his siren screaming
a demand to halt.

As the officer drew to within 150 feet of the Minnesota
car, the sharp ping of a rifle sounded above the roar of the
speeding motors. Bullets thudded into the squad car, then,
with water spurting from a punctured radiator, Taylor aban-
doned the chase and the fleeing car was swallowed up in the
night.

v' few hours later, at eleven Pp. M., a 1937 gray Chevrolet
sedan rolled leisurely along United States Route 8, six miles
east of Cameron. The driver, H. R. Hines of Cumberland,
Wisconsin, and a girl friend, were startled by a black Dodge
driving alongside.

“Stop that car!” was the curt order.

Instead of obeying, Hines stepped on the gas and the gray
sedan drew away. Then, from the pursuing Dodge, came
the crash of gun-fire. One bullet careened off the rear bumper,
another scarred the trunk hinge, a third pierced the left rear
window, a fourth shattered the glass in the rear; then, with
a shrill whistle of escaping air, the left rear tire exploded,
and the Chevrolet was forced to a halt as the black Dodge
again drew alongside.

A tall, curly-haired blond swung out from under the
driver’s seat, carrying a big automatic.

“We're Federals,” he rasped. “Get out.”

At his heels came the other bandit, brandishing a sawed-off
shotgun,

“Move lively!” the latter ordered. “We don’t want any
killings here.”

Hines, protesting, climbed out of his car. The man with |

the shotgun frisked him, taking a billfold containing twelve
or fifteen dollars. Meantime, the other highwayman strode
to the Dodge and came back carrying a bed quilt. He or-
dered Hines and the girl into an adjoining field, spread the
quilt, and told them to sit on it and remain quiet.

Tie second gunman was busy at Hines’ car, trying to get
it started. He had lost the key. The blond went to
help. Together they moved their belongings from the
Dodge to Hines’ car. At midnight, they put the Wisconsin
couple back into the front seat of the Chevrolet. Hines took
the wheel; the red-haired bandit sat in the back seat, cover-
ing the victims with two guns; and the blond desperado
drove the Dodge, pushing the Chevrolet down the road a
hundred feet. :

‘repeated on the Dodge. They would leave the keys to

It was while returning from an investiga-
tion of a Sunday automobile crash that
Trooper Dixon encountered the bandits.
En route, to the county jail with a youth
whom he wished to question, and a friend,
Ralph J. “Dutch” Hennings, who was ac-
companying the officer on his Sunday
rounds, Dixon noticed two young men
parked on the lonely back road. Picture
at left shows Dixon (in uniform) at the
scene of the accident earlier in the after--
noon. (Below) On the day of the funeral,
sympathetic crowds lined the streets of
South Bend to honor the slain officer

They stopped then and began to transfer their things
back to the Dodge auto. 5

“Take a pair of gloves and wipe all of our fingerprints off ‘4
this car,” the redheaded youth said, and his companion in —%
crime did so. Then they decided to take the Chevrolet
after all. :

“Get busy and change that tire,” the blond bandit told
Hines. He covered the Cumberland man with an automatic
in one hand and a flashlight in the other while the latter
removed the bullet-pierced tire and substituted the spare. It
was three o’clock in the morning, and the night air was chilly. <3

“I’m cold,” the girl said, and the blond robber gave her
another quilt to put around her shoulders. It was home-
made, like the other, indicating that the gunmen had not
long broken home ties. P
__ The highwaymen’s belongings were again transferred to the
Chevrolet, and the process of eliminating fingerprints was _

their abandoned car at the fifteenth telephone pole, they |
told Hines, and ordered him not to report to the police for two
hours. “And don’t talk too much,” they warned the man and |
girl. “Just tell the cops that we'll get several of them before |
they get us.” ag
_ Gray dawn was breaking over the countryside when the a
threatening pair finally drove away in the Chevrolet, so that ™
Hines was able to get a good look at them. The blond ban- yr
dit, who did most of the talking, was six feet tall and weighed |
about 180. He wore a zipper jacket over a white shirt. His —
companion was a few inches shorter and about 20 pounds ©
lighter. He wore a faded blue suit—coat and pants. Both ©
wore caps pulled low and were unmasked. a
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The Judge considered the fact that the boy’s grandparents
had been first cousins, and that his great-aunt had died in
an insane asylum, along with the boy’s actions at the Wah-
peton school and subsequently. Judge Oldsberg then an-
nounced that he didn’t believe the boy was insane, and re-
fused to have him tested.

Clarence had a younger brother, named Orelle, a tall blond
boy with wavy hair. Orelle went to the State Teachers’ Col-
lege, at Valley City, during the 1931-32 term, registering in
Liberal Arts. He was an apt student, rating far above the
average and receiving an “A” grading in Introductory Psy-
chology. He was remembered by the instructor, 8S. O. Kol-

¢

store, as “a normal student of better than average ability.”

Lack of finances curiaied Oreile’s education. He enrolled
in the CCC, but remained at the camp only two months,
leaving without permission—he “could stand it no longer.”

Although the parents of the two Easton brothers were
highly respected and industrious—the father being an insur-
ance man in Valley City and the mother clerking in a store—
neither of the boys had a good reputation, either for industry
or general behavior.

During the winter of 1937-38 Orelle was arrested no less
than five times for being drunk and disorderly. Police Chief
James Kelly and Officers Claude Nichols and Harold Sten-
chow came to know him well, having him as a guest at the
jail in January, 1938, for twenty days. Quiet enough when
sober, Orelle cast off inhibitions when drunk and became
quarrelsome and disorderly. ,

On May 30th, 1938, Clarence nervously paced the floor of
his home, far into the night.

“Be quiet, Clarence; I have to go to work in the morn-
ing,” the mother called to him.

The young man went into her room and jumped upon the

bed. He and Orelle had to have thirty dollars so that they
could go to Minneapolis, over 250 miles southeast, to find
work, he insisted. Mrs. Easton promised to give them the
money. . :

Thursday, June 9th, the brothers packed some of their be-
longings in Orelle’s 1929 Model-A Ford coupé, after the
mother had gone to work. When she came home for lunch,
they were ready to start on the journey, ostensibly to find
work. Unknown to her, packed in the small car were two
mail-order guns—a .45 automatic and a .32 revolver—and
ammunition for each; and in Orelle’s pocket were copied
instructions for dressing gunshot wounds.

The mother gave each of them a doller bill and cheeks
for eighteen dollars. 4. .1¢ sue icit ior the store.

“We'll come back if we can’t find work,” Clarence said,
as he kissed her good-by.

Orelle did not kiss his mother. He may have wished to
avoid the finality of a good-by as they set out on their
danger trail.

sin planned to strike quickly, move fast, and change cars
oiten.

The two mail-order guns were not enough, the brothers
decided. They would need a long-distance gun for auto
chases, and a scatter-gun for close encounters with law offi-
cers. At Minneapolis, they obtained a deer rifle and a sawed-
off shotgun, put the Ford in a garage and forced a man
and woman out of a Dodge car. The boys then bore east-
ward into Wisconsin with their small arsenal, bent upon
pulling off minor holdups for a stake then graduating to
bank robberies.

A hundred miles east and a little north of Minneapolis
lies the little town of Cameron, Wisconsin, with.a popu-
lation of 1600. Here, at nine p. M., Thursday, June 16th, a

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as free. The indict-
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surged through his
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onfessions—of terror,
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One third went to Floyd L. Moreland,
the private eye who traced the laundry
ticket found at the Billie Haaga murder
scene.

Moreland, in reconstructing the crime,
assumed that the laundry ticket had
fallen or had been kicked from a car—
possibly the killer’s automobile. He took
the ticket to the laundry which had issued
it and learned that, several months earlier,
the ticket had been given to David Royal
with a bundle of laundry. Moreland went
to Royal’s home and learned that the man
had died two months before.

The private eye asked Royal’s widow:
“Did your husband own a car?” She said,
“Yes, a Lincoln sedan. But after his death,
we couldn’t keep up payments, so we let
it go back to the finance company.”

Moreland now checked with the finance
company and learned that, on January 31,
1944—four days before Billie Haaga’s fatal
attack—the Lincoln sedan formerly owned
by Royal had been sold to Franklin Click
—and that Click was driving it at the time
of the assault!

This evidence, Moreland decided, fin-
gered Click as the sex-mad killer.

If the authorities had acted on More-
land’s information, at least two women
might have been. saved from death and
horror. .

And a third of
executed killer’s pretty
Mrs. Marie Click.

History, being a woman, has her secrets
and her dupes. One of her secrets is the
ultimate truth about the Dot Howard
slaying, which remains officially marked
“ynsolved.” One of her dupes is Lobaugh,
the man who lied his way into prison and
is thought to be too dangerous to re-
lease.

But on one point, history is unmistak-
ably clear: The death of Franklin Click
ended the long, terrifying Hoosier night-
mare of lust, rape and murder.

the reward went to the
young widow,

(Note: The names Jackie Dale, Private Mark
Gantlo, Warren Cooper, Orin Dagmier and
Angela Day, as used in the foregoing story, are
fictitious. The real names have been changed

to protect the identities of innocent persons.)

I'll Die Tomorrow

[Continued from page 4]

yet fulfilled. The Sunday afternoon sun
was high in the sky, the waters of the
Ashley Upper Canal, four miles south of
Vernal, glistened brightly. But the pale
skin of Norma Rodebeck, as it floated in-
dolently, half naked, in the stream, was
shocking. Norma’s bruised face looked up
at the drifting clouds, staring with sight-
less eyes through an elm tree that over-
hung the canal’s shore. Norma’s dark
wavy hair spread itself out in the shallow
waters, her well-shaped head resting on a
sand bank.

When he arrived at the scene, Sheriff
Herbert Snyder of Uintah County looked
with furrowed brow at the corpse. He
noted the black-and-blue marks on
Norma’s chin. The discoloration extended
down toward the girl’s throat, indicating
that she had been punched and then
enangien. The killer’s method of murder
established, the sheriff observed the vic-
tim’s clothing. Norma’s dress was badly
torn down the front and the top section
had been pulled down to her waist, ex-
posing young, firm breasts. The girl’s
panties and slip were still on the body,
but lustful hands had clawed at them,
shredding the pink silk, leaving scratches
and ugly welts on Norma’s thighs and
legs. That the murderer’s motive had been
rape was undeniable.

What interested the lawman most, now,
was the odd object imbedded in the girl’s
right elbow: it was a clamp, usually found
on a car seat to hold down the upholstery.
This clue explained how the body had
ended up in the canal. Someone—the mur-
derer—had either picked up Norma as she
left her job or had forced the girl into his
car, and had driven her out of town. From
his familiarity with the surrounding ter-
ritory, Sheriff Snyder pictured the killer
choking his victim into submission once
he had got her in the lonely country. Then,
from the low wooden bridge 50 to 75 feet
upstream, the slayer—his misdeed accom-
plished—had tossed the broken, bruised
body into the waters of the swiftly mov-
ing canal.

“The crime was probably committed by
someone who is well acquainted with the
area,” the sheriff told newsmen. “This is
an out-of-the-way section of town; a

stranger would not have known about it.”
In answer to the question uppermost in
everyone’s mind, the lawman announced:
“Yes, the girl was definitely criminally as-
saulted.” Thus, the stigma of the worst
type of crime—a blot usually inherent in
big-city existence—had found its way to
the peaceful town of Vernal.

To Sheriff Snyder fell the task of un-
raveling the skein of terror. All he had to
work with was a broken string of beads.
These had been found on the side of the
road about two blocks from Norma’s home.
On the ground, the finders had been at-
tracted by a pool of blood; the beads had
furnished a macabre pattern to the grisly
scene. To the sheriff, the blood and the
beads meant but one thing: Norma had not
willingly entered the killer’s car; she had
struggled with all her might, losing her
necklace and her life within a few seconds’
distance of the sanctuary of her sister’s
home.

Almost two years before, Norma had
come from the ranch of her folk in Salt
Lake City to live with her sister; she had
been working at the drugstore in Vernal
for 18 months, An honor student at the
Uintah County High School, the young
woman had been popular and interested in
civic affairs. It was horrifying to think that
someone in this tiny community had been
so tempted by the innocent girl’s charms
as to have killed to possess them. :

In questioning the townspeople, Sheriff
Snyder found a witness to what might
have been the beginning of the drama. On
the night Norma had disappeared, there
had been an automobile crash in town.
The young woman had been seen walking
past the collision on her way home. A half
block away, another witness had seen a
dark-colored car parked; it was impossi-
ble, due to nightfall, for the onlooker to
have observed whether the man seated at
the wheel was young or old. The sheriff
was interested in this information because
the spot was close to where the blood-
stains and the broken necklace had been
found.

Turning back to
body had been thrown
sheriff and his associates, Deputy Carl
Staley and Sergeant Sammy Hatch of the
Utah Highway Patrol, located two items
belonging to the victim. Ten feet upstream,
they recovered one of Norma’s shoes; the
other was nowhere to be seen. At another
spot, on a rock amidstream, the gloss of

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CITY OF MURDERED

Beautiful Anna Kuzeff, the second victim, Billie Haaga’s murder was the first in the When seventeen-year-old Phyllis Conine be-
was found dead in oat field. Police feared series of crimes. Two men confessed to kill- came the third victim, reward of $16,500
other murders, unless her killer was caught. ing her, but just who did it is still unsure. were offered, but there were no takers.

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the killer of Billie Haaga, now raised
the ante to $1000. Still, the police were
singularly unsuccessful. All they knew
with certainty was that there would be.
another sex killing if the killer remained
at large. There was.

O* August 6, 1944, two young men
found the nude, battered and
bloody body of a woman lying in a
field southwest of the city. A man’s
blood-soaked trench coat lay nearby.

The girl was Phyllis Conine. She was
seventeen, a high-school honor student.
She had been reported missing from her
home two days before. Thus, the mur-
der had probably occurred on August
4th.

Phyllis’s girl friend had waited for
her outside the movie theatre that after-
noon, had gone in, angry, when Phyllis
had failed to show.

There were’ no other clues, only con-
jecture. Phyllis had left her home in
the afternoon. It was raining, and she
apparently had accepted a ride. That
was it.

Phyllis had had no special boy friends.
The police could find no logical suspect.
Needless to say, the owner of the
trench coat didn’t dare to come forward.

The News-Sentinel upped the reward

to $1500. The Fort Wayne City Coun-
cil added $15,000. Women hardly dared
to go out alone. The men'clamored for
the killer's arrest. But the haystack was
too big for the needle,

£ yew on the early morning of
March 6, 1945, a Mrs. Dorothea
Howard staggered up to the bar of
Helen Barnes’ tavern and demanded a~
drink,

“Get lost,” Mrs. Barnes snapped.

But Dorothea was lost already. It is
doubtful whether she could have found

her way out of the bar if’ she tried.

Without assistance, that is.

Then she got plenty of assistance.
She went weaving over to a table where
a soldier and a civilian sat and plunked

-herself down. The civilian offered her

his beer. Mrs. Barnes snatched it away.
The civilian got mad and left. The
soldier then helped Mrs. Howard out
of the bar. ;

Half an hour later, Mrs. Lola Knight,
convicted proprietress of a disorderly
house, nosed her car into an alley not
far from the Barnes tavern. Mrss..
Knight's headlights spotted a woman—
very intoxicated, a soldier and a civilian.
They were sitting on a pair of steps
in a very intimate position. Suddenly,

Post-mortem revealed bruises on Billie Haaga’s shapely legs. She had also been beaten on head, badly enough to

the soldier fled down the alley. The
civilian and the woman staggered off,
arm-in-arm.

Four hours later, a laborer on his
way to work found a woman, later
identified as Dorothea Howard, lying
nude and unconscious, in the alley. Her
eyes were black-and-blue from a beat-
ing. She had been criminally assaulted,
too, the examining physician determined.
The woman died in the hospital with-

out being able to tell who was respon-
sible.

HE next morning, a soldier reported

to the military police at nearby
Baer Field. He identified himself as Carl
Preuss, said, “I believe that I was the
soldier that Mrs. Knight saw in the
alley.

“But I didn’t kill Mrs. Howard,” he
added. “I didn’t return to the alley
again after I ran away.” He admitted
that he and the civilian, whom he didn’t
know, had made advances to Mrs.
Howard. He denied having been in-
timate with her or having attacked her.

Despite the cooperation of Mrs.
Knight and Preuss, the civilian remained
unidentified. Preuss was court-martialed,
but exonerated of any guilt in the
murder. The killer remained at large.

have caused death.

Miraculously, there were
ders.

WO years and three

the Howard killing, «
of June 10, 1947, a bla
tated young man stagge
desk sergeant at Kokom
lice headquarters, fifty
Wayne. “I just had a
wife,” he said. “Lock r
kill her.”

“Go home and sleep it
sergeant advised.

“Tl kill her,” the youn
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Fort Wayne.”

The desk sergeant pee:
hard. The officer knew
Fort Wayne killings, an.
was the alcohol or the
talking, he couldn’t afk
chance. The sergeant loc
man up and notified th
and Allen County police

They came on the d
Alfred Figel, head of th
detective squad; Detec
Chester Axt and Sergeant
They rushed the young
Allen County jail, and
with questions.

He was Ralph Lobau
punch-press operator. An
odically overcome with t!
He had met Billie Haag
and had taken her for
she resisted his loving nat
up and threw her out of

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and dragged her into a }
belt-buckle and comb th:

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had been in the newsp:
police began to suspect
was a psychopathic liar.

They took him to the :
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FATHER OF FIVE TO
DIE FOR RAPE MURDER

Franklin Click (center) has just heard
himself sentenced to death by Judge Will-
iam Schannen for the slaying of Phyllis
Conine. He is flanked by court officers.

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ment of two more, the women of Fort
Wayne have never fully recovered from
terror. Never, within their memories’
span, will they again feel secure from the
dread of future murders.

It began on the afternoon of Feb-
ruary 2nd, 1944, with the feeble knock-
ing at the door of a farmhouse a few
miles east of the city. When the door
was opened, a blood-covered woman
fell across the threshold, onto the car-
peted floor.

Her dress was ripped down the front.
Her brassiere hung by one strap. She
was unconscious. Nor did she regain
her senses before she died, several days
later. The doctors found she had been
criminally assaulted, and beaten over
the head.

She was identified as Wilhelmina
“Billie’ Haaga, thirty-eight years old,
employed in a Fort Wayne war plant.
She had left work two hours before she
stumbled up to the door of the farm-
house.

It was wartime, and there were all
sorts of strange transients in Fort
Wayne, the police knew. They investi-
gated conscientiously, but finally had to
accept their inability to identify Miss
Haaga’s killer. By May 2nd, they had
pretty much turned their attention to

In all the history of crimes against more current, solvable police problems.

UT that morning, the police re-

women there was never a case like ceived another shock—and with it
this one The brutality of the came the dread realization that there

was a homicidal maniac loose on the
town, a maniac whose targets were
F murders was only matched by the legal women. Not even the Fort Wayne
bookies would give odds against a third
murder. It was the discovery of Anna
Kuzeff’s body that had forced these
were sentenced for the same crime conclusions.

Anna lay in a vacant field, almost
; adjacent to her home. To put it deli-
cately, she was a mess. Her clothes had
been ripped off, and she had _ been
assaulted. Death had been caused by

confusion that ensued when three men

strangling. The thin, blue-black line

: by BEN JARVIS ders began. A chain of crimes against around her neck indicated the garotte

q ‘Dp women—including murder—so_ horrible had been either a rope or a man’s belt.

VERE and so persistent that despite arrests A pocket comb and belt buckle lay
, FEW years before, a national mag- and three convictions for the murders, nearby.

azine had called Fort Wayne, In- despite the offering of $16,500 reward The Fort Wayne News-Sentinel,

d Phyllis Conine be- diana, “the happiest city in the United money, despite the execution ‘of one which had offered $500 for information

reward of $16,500 States.” But that was before the mur- convicted killer and the life imprison- leading to the arrest and conviction of

sre were no takers.
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‘had a hook on one end to remove the bodies from the smolder-
ing coals and ashes. Their hands were burned off at the wrists,
and the flesh was gone from their faces. The bullet hole was
plainly visible in Uncle Jim’s forehead. The coroner and
helpers placed both bodies in a box which my father hurriedly
nailed together for that purpose. The coroner and sheriff gave
their permission, and the charred remains were taken to the
home of Mr. and Mrs. Andy Swank near by. Mrs. Swank,
Abby, was Aunt Matt’s sister.

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Invitation to a Hanging: Although no invita-
tion to the Coffey hanging on October 16, 1885
has come to light, there may have been one
similar to the one pictured here. Coffey was
hanged by the same Sheriff of Montgomery
County who subsequentiy executed Henning
— and on the same scaffold.

“Bazz,” Basil Merrell, the undertaker, came but there was no
way he could prepare the corpses, but people were allowed to
draw aside the sheet which was spread over the box casket and
view the remains, which many did.

Uncle Jim and Aunt Mary (Matt) were buried in the Oak-
land Cemetery north of Elmdale on January 9, 1885.

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John Coffee was convicted of murder and was sentenced to
hang, so it was that on October 16, 1885, this was carried out.
When the scaffold and rope were ready, the rope was first
tested for strength by tying it around a big bag of sand which |
think weighed 200 pounds. It tested to be O.K. But when the
convicted man, John Coffee was dropped, the rope broke —
and again for three times. The last time John Coffee was not
dropped, he was pushed from the scaffold. At the second time
the rope broke, John Coffee Started to speak but was warned to
keep silent. It remaified in the minds of the crowd a question of
what John Coffee wished to say.

The man who “tripped the rope” received $1,000, which by
many was called “blood money” as he was stricken by an
incurable ailment soon after the Coffee execution.

For many years, a piece of the hangman’s rope wasat our old
home place. It to us was a symbol of memories of pity, sorrow,
and perhaps doubt. Many people wondered what it was John
Coffee wished to say at the hanging. —

Maybe some day, if we believe the scriptures which state we
will know as we are known, the facts of this crime will bé made
plain. Our family of Hutchinsons felt no bitterness about this
crime — rather shock, grief and emptiness in our lives for
having lost our loved ones, Uncle Jim and Aunt Matt. And we
felt pity for whoever committed the crime.

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Double murder followed by
county’s only execution

Montgomery County's only public execution, together with the murders
that brought it on, made such a lasting impression on a small boy that when
he was 88, he recalled this page in local history with shuddering clarity.

Walter Hutchinson told the story, and a neighbor, Mabel Weir Grimes,

wrote his recollections as he spoke. This was October 20, 1968. The murder of
a man and his wife west of Elmdale occurred in early 1885, and the hanging

took place that falt.
Here is Hutchinson’s account as taken down by his neighbor.

I, Walter Hutchinson, have been asked of the events leading
up to, and the circumstances connected with, the firstand only
execution by hanging, ever to have taken place in Mont-
gomery County. .

I was 88 years old June 30, 1968. My memory is keen and the
facts of that trial are still vivid in my mind. And it has been a
topic of conversation in our family many times. It is said that
facts and impressions remain in a child’s mind.

The couple murdered were at the time of their deaths about
47 years old: They were Mr. and Mrs. Jim McMullen. Mrs. -
McMullen was my father’s sister Mary (Hutchinson), whom
we called “Aunt Matt,” wife of Jim McMullen.

Uncle Jim and Aunt Matt, who were childless, lived in a two-
room, neat frame house about two miles west of Elmdale. The

: house, was-on the south side of the road on a fertile 80 acres.
Fe They were of thrifty pioneer stock, worked and saved their
: money, and had planned to make improvements around their
‘ farm and home, and at the time of their death they had a sum of
money, between $600 and $700 in their house. Keeping money
at home was a common custom then, as most everyone was
if honest, traveling was slow, and banks were some distance
b away. .
$ John Coffee, the accused, was near 21 at the time of the
tragedy. He was an only son of a widowed mother. Mr. and
Mrs. Frank Bagley reared John Coffee begause his mother was
a frail, sickly woman. They lived near Jim McMullen. The
Bagleys had never had any trouble with John Coffee although
it was a known fact that John was not “right bright,” or
“retarded” as we now call such a person.

The night Jim and Mary McMullen were murdered was a
bright, cold January 7, 1885, and the ground was covered with
heavy snow. |

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John Coffee alleged in the testimony at his trial thata man of

the community by the name of Jim Rankins had invited him to
a meeting, which he called “a party,” at Mr. and Mrs. Jim
McMullen’s. John Coffee alleged that Jim Rankins told him
the party was to be a “chicken roast” in the fire place, and there
were others to be present. The neighbors did such “gatherings.”
Athis trial, John Coffee stated that he went to the home of Mr.
and Mrs. McMullen, and when he arrived, he was the only
guest.
He stated in his testimony that as Uncle Jim and Aunt Matt
were sitting at the supper table, a knock was heard at the
kitchen door and, without arising, Uncle Jim called “Come in.”
A man whom John Coffee alleged to be Jim Rankins came into
the room, came quite close to Uncle Jim’s chair and shot him in
the center of the forehead. He then removed Uncle Jim’s
trousers and forced John Coffee to put them onand made John
Coffee put on a pair of hand-knit black wool stockings belong- .
ing to Aunt Matt. He then forced Aunt Matt to reveal the
hiding place of the money and give it to him. John Coffee testi-
fied that the man took a can of kerosene which the couple kept
in the kitchen and drenched some of it over Aunt Matt and
poured the rest over the floor and lighted both.

The first person to see the burning house was Buck Grenard,
and by the time. Grenard and other neighbors arrived at the
burning house it was an inferno. As soon as the building had
burned down, soime of the neighbors could see the couple's
burned bodies but could not reach them because of the heat. It
was stated that the illumination of this small house was seen fot
miles around into Fountain County, and afterwards the
memory of this spectacle added to other doubts, and supersti-

- tions remained in the minds of people for years.

‘ The next morning after the fire my Uncle Irvin Hutchinson
told his son John and me that we could go with him up to the
site of the fire. John would not go, but I went. My Uncle Jim
and Aunt Matt lived about three miles northeast of my home.
When we got there the Montgomery County sheriff, Alex
Harper, and the coroner were there. Neighbors and many
people had gathered, having come by horseback and farm
wagons as the snow was deep and it was a cold winter day.
Uncle Irvin held me in his arms out of the snow. I was five
years old but not too big a boy. We could see the two brown
cinder lumps:which were the burned bodies of my Unck Jim
and Aunt Matt. The coroner used some kind of a rod which

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the startling events which took place
when Trooper Dixon walked unsuspect-
ingly into a death trap. A few minutes
after the picture at right was taken,
Dixon (circle) was shot down by kill-
crazy bandits. The photograph was
snapped by Ralph Hennings. horrified
eye witness to the grim tragedy.

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“What's the matter, fellows?” he asked.

“She just won’t start.”

Dixon alighted. So did the brittle-eyed driver ofithe other car.

“Maybe I can help,” the trooper said. He glanced at the car’s
Michigan license plates. “Whose car is this?”

He looked up, expecting an answer. Instead he saw the
muzzle of a revolver—a muzzle that blasted out red flame as
his words died away. The trooper clutched his abdomen as
lead stabbed into his stomach. A second shot crashed through
his hand and into his body. A third smashed into his side. He
staggered back.

DETECTIVE

A pained, surprised expression creased his face as Dixon
toppled into the ditch and rolled over, pulling feebly and futilely
at his holster.

At the sound of the first shot Hennings twisted out of the
police car and broke into a run. The gunman turned and fired
at him. Slugs whined past Henning’s head as he dove into a
corn field,

The arrested motorist in the trooper’s car cringed back into
the rear seat as the gunman and his companion approached.

“I’m not a cop,” he shouted. “I’m a prisoner.”

“Okay. Get out and get going!”

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Law officers, above, are shown
examining clothes, guns and a
bullet-proof vest taken from the
outlaws’ car after the wild chase
through Indiana, and Illinois.
Smiling after their terrifying ex-
perience are deputies Charles
Hahn and Joe Kowalczyk,
left, who were held hostage
by the murderous desperadoes.

were parked along a lonely country road.
One slept while the other watched for
any pursuers. A car approached and
slowed as it came abreast of the bandit
machine.

Orelle and Clarence hurled a blast of
lead at the passing car. Edwin Braats,
17, the driver, was hit in the groin and
the hip. Aided by his terrified compan-
ion, Irene Klucks, also 17, he drove to
the nearest farmhouse, where he col-
lapsed.

On June 21, the Easton brothers held
up and kidnaped Gus Bucholtz, operator
of a filling station near Ripon, Wis., and
released him later. The next night they
changed cars again 50 miles away at
Columbus, Wis., where they forced Mrs.
Otto Schultz to the curb, kidnaped her,
drove into the country and took her sedan
—the one they abandoned in Indiana.
Mrs, Schultz escaped unharmed.

Then, just as Wisconsin authorities,
handicapped by a lack of state-wide radio
communication, were beginning to piece
together their lurid trail, the Eastons left
the state.

The night of June 25, they stole a set
of license plates in Three Oaks, Mich.,

[Continued on page 47]

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The youth raced into a nearby woods where he
crashed into a fence and fell. There he watched
another act in the gun-flame drama.

The gunmen pocketed their weapons and hegan
moving luggage from their disabled sedan to the
police car. When they had transferred about half
of the luggage they paused and listened to the hum
of a distant motor.

One of the bandits snatched a high-powered rifle
and the other picked up a sawed-off shotgun. They
crouched behind the police car.

As the approaching machine slowed, the gunmen
leaped from their hiding place and leveled their
guns. A black sedan skidded to a stop. Deputies
Hahn and Kowalezyk raised their hands and
stepped out.

The older bandit looked at the gaudy insignia
on the state police car, then at the plain, black sedan
that belonged to the deputies.

“We'd better take the black one,” he said. He
motioned with the rifle. “You two,” he snarled,
“get this luggage into your car. We're going to
borrow it!”

Hahn and Kowalezyk transferred the suitcases.

“We'll take care of the guns,” one of the bandits
said. There were a dozen assorted weapons—re-
volvers, automatics, shotguns, rifles—in their car.
The gunman deposited them in the black sedan, then
waved the rifle pointed at Hahn.

“Get in and drive,” he ordered. “Put the other
guy in the middle and keep him covered,” he told
his bandit companion.

All three climbed in.

“Aren’t you going to take the trooper’s gun?”
the younger gunman asked.

“No!” the other man snapped. ‘‘Haven’t we got
enough now ?”

The machine roared away.

Manhunt Begins

ATCHING them go, the man who had been
arrested by the trooper leaped from the bushes
and ran to Dixon’s side. The trooper was calling
weakly :
“Dutch, Dutch! Help me, Dutch!”
Gently the youth half-led, half-carried Dixon to the
police car and drove swiftly to a LaPorte hospital.
Simultaneously Hennings emerged from his hid-
ing place a quarter-mile away and flagged a pass-
ing truck.
“Get me to a telephone, quick!” he gasped.
Breathlessly, he called the Dunes State park po-
lice post and sputtered out his story.
Hard-eyed troopers at the barracks leaped into

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In the barnyard at left. two
farm boys who abandoned
their rural home to seek
criminal careers staged a
dramatic battle with pur-
suing officers. Grim-faced
troopers, below, view the
body of Clarence Easton.

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action. Officers bent over maps and planned a thorough blockade
of all highways. The radio crackled out orders to patrol cars.

Michigan state troopers picked up the message and quickly
shifted their cars to highways near the state line.

Illinois highway police threw down a third blockade.

An invisible radio net was dropping over the heads of the
fleeing gunmen.

The hunt was on!

In an hour, spurred and directed by radio in three states, hun-
dreds of officers swarmed over northern Indiana, southern Mich-
igan and northeastern Illinois. They heard dozens of messages
flashed over the air but they needed only one to drive them on.
It was the terse, two-word phrase that now turned over and
over in their hearts:

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“Cop killers !

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DETECTIVE

Dixon was still alive, but they had heard the call for blood—
for a transfusion. The trooper had two bullets in the abdomen,
with one chance in a million to live.

Dunes park troopers had rushed to volunteer blood for their
sinking comrade when the hospital sent out the emergency call.
Dixon’s closest friend, Don Woodward, whose home, like
Dixon’s, was in South Bend, was found to have the correct
blood count.

He sat through the transfusion and then, against doctor’s
orders, he left the hospital to resume the search for his friend's
assailant.

Meanwhile, on a lonely road in southern LaPorte county the
black sedan crept slowly along. Clarence Easton, 27-year-old
desperado, sat in the rear seat, nervously clicking the hammer
of his revolver.

Each time it snapped, Hahn and Kowalczyk
twitched and Clarence smiled.

“There’s a couple of lead pills for each of you boys
back here,” he said. “Be careful !”

The two deputies were scared and, he mused, they
should be! He and his brother Orelle, who was driv-
ing the car, were big-time boys now. It hadn't taken
long, either—just 17 days to become a couple ot
big shots.

They had said goodbye to their relatives on June 9.

“Don’t worry about us,” Clarence had said. “We'll
find a job.” That was funny. A job! He smiled
grimly.

He and his brother had stood looking for a few
moments at the familiar surroundings. Clarence and
Orelle, two years younger than he, had grown up
amid the drab background of their Dakota home.
Both of the boys had hated the dull routine of farm
life and always rebelled when the usual chores were
thrust upon them. They éouldn’t find enough excite-
ment to thrill them and looked forward to the day
when they could escape from their everyday humdrum
existence.

Had Mad Career

ND now they had found excitement. The days
that followed their departure from their farm
home were filled with a whirlwind succession of crim-
inal forays. Their pent-up energies clashed with the
harsh realities of the practical world.

On June 14 they’d stored their own ramshackle car
in Minneapolis and bought more guns—a high-pow-
ered rifle and sawed-off shotgun—from a pawn-
broker. The next night they held up a man and
woman and stole their new sedan.

On June 15 early in the evening Clarence care-
lessly drove through two stop lights in Cameron,
Wis. ‘Traffic officer L. E. Taylor pursued them.
When the pursuit was outside the city limits he blew
his siren. Orelle answered with a blast of bullets,
disabling the police car.

Two hours later they shot and punctured a tire on
a car driven by H. R. Hines near Cumberland, Wis.,
held him up, made him fix the tire and then drove
off in his car after holding Hines and a woman com-
panion three hours.

On June 18 they were parked in Stevens Point,
Wis., when Officer Pat Bowen, driving by, casually
flashed his spotlight at their car. Both brothers
poured lead at him.

Then, with insane bravado, they had pursued the
police car, firing at it as they roared along, until
Bowen swerved into a filling station.

As the Eastons streaked by, Orelle leaned out and
put three bullets into the side of Bowen's car.

The same night, 40 miles away, near lola, they

Hands manacled, Orelle Easton is pic-
tured at left in custody of officers a few
seconds after the fatal gun battle which
spelled dead end for the bandit brothers.

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At 3:55 that afternoon, Ray Dixon died.
On the following day. Hennings -and
Sanders came to Kankakee and positively
identified Orelle Easton as the gunman
who shot the trooper. Two days later,
Thursday, June 30th, Dixon was buried
in the Highland Cemetery at South Bend,
following an impressive funeral. On the
some day, Governor Henry Horner of Illi-
nois honored a requisition for the return
of Orelle Easton to Indiana. He had been
indicted for first degree murder by the La
Porte County grand jury, meeting in spe-
cial session.

HE trial opened in Superior Court at
Michigan City, August 15th. Prosecutor
Mark Storen and Deputy Prosecutor
Clarence Sweeney, with twenty-two wit-
nesses, battled for conviction. Defense
Attorney Paul A. Kruger, with witnesses
and depositions, claimed insanity.
“Would a crazy man make superior
grades in college, follow country roads
with a road map, and let deputy sherifis
out before crossing a state line to avoid
a Federal charge?” Sweeney, young, keen
assistant prosecutor, questioned. “Would
a crazy man tell his brother to keep quiet
about what he had done to the trooper.
be concerned about leaving fingerprints,
take precaution to wear a_ bullet-proof
vest, and be prepared for treatment of
gunshot wounds before starting out?”
The Prosecutor himself thundered the

The Police and the Press

(Continued from page 5)

analysis of bloodstains. You are profes-
sionally, scientifically, practically equipped
for your jobs, Nowhere else in the world
are men so well trained. A year and a
half ago when I was in Shanghai, the Chief
of Police in the International Settlement
there, Major Gerrard, said to me:

“I wish I could have gone to such a
school. J. Edgar Hoover—there’s the
noblest Roman of them all.”

Major Gerrard was very proud on his
own account that week. He asked me to
tell Mr. Hoover that, whereas a year be-
fore in the corresponding week there had
been twenty kidnapings in Shanghai, on
this week in 1937 there had been only
eight. They felt they were making rapid
progress.

Again, only a few months ago, I talked
with Russel Pasha, Police Chief in Cairo.
He said to me that Mr. Hoover had es-
tablished a standard for police practice
all over the world.

No, I cannot tell you much that is new
about crime and its detection. But I can
talk to you, from my experience as a
newspaper man and as a magazine editor,
about cooperation between the press and
the police.

I believe that in the partnership of
police and press we have an invincible
combination against crime.

This partnership exists now. It has
already worked great good for the people
of the United States. My purpose is to
strengthen it into a mightier force that,
used to the full, can turn the underworld
into a wilderness as barren as the moon.

I go back to my old belief that we are
in a kind of civil war. It is a war between
the law abiding and the lawless. In such
a war there can be no neutrality. The
police of this country are the standing
army of the law-abiding. The newspapers
and the magazines are behind that army,
just as they stood behind the expedition-
ary forces that we sent to France. | But
we would only deceive. ourselves if we

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answer: “No!”

Three doctors. appointed by the Court
to test Easton for sanity before the trial,
reported him sane, refuting the claims
of defense doctors.

At 4:30 Saturday afternoon, August
27th. after casting seven ballots and de-
liberating two hours and eight minutes,
Foreman John Murray. of the Superior
Court jury, handed in the slip of paper
on which was written the fate of Orelle
Easton. They had fixed the penalty, for
in his instructions Judge Russell W. Smith
had pointed out that in a criminal trial
the jury is the judge of the law as well
as the facts.

Dead silence gripped the courtroom as
Bailiff William Breining passed the paper
to the grim-faced judge.

Easton sat silent, immovable, as Judge
Smith intoned:

“We, the jury. find the defendant guilty
of murder in the first degree and fix his
penalty at death.”

The Judge set the date of execution for
October 2lst, but a week later changed
the date to January 13th, 1939, to be
within the 90-day law which gives a con-
demned man that amount of time to ap-
peal.

So ended the Easton brothers. one dying
with a gun in his hand, the other doomed
to die in the electric chair at the Indiana
State Prison in Michigan City.

Yes, for violent crime, the penalty is
death.

were to believe that the war is over. We
have won some great, battles. The whole
war can be won much more quickly by an
intensified cooperation of police and press.
The American press can help—and has
helped—in solving crimes and in capturing
criminals. It can and will help you in
building up wider respect for law enforce-
ment, and it can further help you in your
greatest opportunity for public service—
crime prevention.

What I have said is true of ninety per
cent of American newspapers and maga-
zines. It is not true of the remaining,
don’t-give-a-hang ten per cent. That ir-
responsible minority is a menace not only
to law enforcement but even worse, to the
institution of the free press itself. Pres-
ently I shall discuss for what it is worth
that ten per cent. They do not present a
problem that cannot be solved. The truth
is that the newspaper and magazine pro-
fession is made up of brilliant, self-respect-
ing men and women, well aware of their
social responsibilities, eager to do a con-
structive job. To these men and women
you may look for positive aid in your
undertakings.

¥ PURPOSE today is to point out
new goals of service, new opportu-
nities in this partnership.

American newspapers and magazines can
do more than they have done. They will
do more with your cooperation. I am not
one of those unrealistic persons who be-
lieve crime news should be suppressed.
I believe crime should be given the great-
est possible publicity. Intelligent publica-
tion of crime news, directed by editors and
reporters with a sense of their responsi-
bility to the public, is a weapon of un-
equalled force to stir the community to a
sense of civic outrage, of wrath and re-
solve. That is what is needed in America
today, more than anything else. And in

The Admiral
looks grim but
he’s a great guy! At
the formal reception to the
fleet, he asked me did I have
any Beeman’s Gum, When I
drew a fresh package out of
my bag, his eyes twinkled like
harbor beacons.

“Just the life preserver I was
perishin’ for!” he said with a
grin. “The refreshing tang of
that Beeman’s flavor makes
even shore duty a pleasure. It’s
fresh as a 20-knot breeze. Bee-
man’s is the code word for a
delicious treat any time. Asalvo
of thanks, my dear!” And the
Admiral actually saluted!

no way can the public be stirred to wrath
and resolve so well as by giving the facts.


From Wilmington Way came a Stude-
baker sedan. siren screaming. Passing
Novy, it came to sudden halt and blocked
the road. The farmer stopped his Chey-
rolet and stared at the occupants of the
Studebaker suspiciously. They didn’t look
like officers—what were they doing with
a siren?

An automatic in the hand of the hatless
blond was his answer. The gunman got
into Novy’s ear. forcing the farmer-miner
to follow the auto driven by the other
bandit. Turning and twisting over the
muddy back roads, the two cars headed
eastward toward DeSelm. Farmers near
Wilmington turned in the alarm, saying
that Novy and his small son had been
kidnaped in their yellow-wire-wheeled
Chevrolet.

The country roads in Indiana, by which
the bandits were able to evade the en-
circling fingers of the law and escape into
Illinois, are passable in almost any kind
of weather, due to the sand content of the
soil; but unpaved and ungraveled roads in
northern Illinois, formed of rich, black
soil, are well-nigh impassable when wet.
Now, Fate had willed a recent rain, and
the black mud choked the wheels of the
fugitive autos until they would hardly
turn. ©

f iipccal from the Illinois police radio sta-
tion at Joliet, the message was flashed
that the outlaws had kidnaped a farmer
and his four-year-old son. and were headed
back toward Indiana. They had last been
seen near DeSelm, Illinois. We got the
message at eight a. m., while on the road
between Cook. Indiana, and Momence.
Illinois. I turned the car and we headed
for DeSelm.

All radio-equipped cars of Illinois, In-
diana and Michigan police, hearing the
message, converged on the territory north
of Kankakee. On one of the side-roads,
three miles southeast of Wilmington,
Sergeant Walter Baer and Patrolman
William Maskill. of the Illinois State Po-
lice, saw a 1934 wire-wheeled Chevrolet
sedan approaching. Sergeant Baer got
out of his car and ordered a halt.

Instead of stopping, the driver of the
Chevrolet swerved the machine at the of-
ficer, who dodged back of his own car
just in time to avoid being run down.
Baer shot after the speeding car, but it
tore on through the black mud. escaping.

Arriving at DeSelm corners, Chief
Lane, Gilly and I stopped. From the north,
through loose gravel, we saw a car coming
fast. With guns ready, we waited. It was
a road supervisor.

“I just passed the bandits.” he shouted
excitedly, seeing Captain Gilliland’s uni-
form. “They’re headed north on this
road.”

I stepped on the gas, and we roared
away in swift pursuit. At my side, Gilly
inspected his pump-gun. In the rear seat,
the Sheriff made ready the Thompson
sub-machine gun. Driving with one hand,
I loosened my .38 service revolver in the
holster. We were ready for battle.

‘I drove north, turned west, and then
back north again, following the gravel.
Ahead of us a farmer stood at the side
of the road, waving his arms. He had
seen the bandits.

“Where did you see them?” I asked
him,

“They turned west at the corner back
there,” he said, pointing.

I headed the V-8 back to the corner.
The road leading west was black dirt,
slick and treacherous from recent rains.
In the sticky surface were fresh auto
tracks.

“If they can make it, so can we,” I
told my companions.

We sighted the wire-wheeled Chevrolet

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stuck in the middle of the road, a mile
from the corner. No one was in sight.

“Get set,” I said; “I’m going to drive
right into them.”

As I stepped on the gas to make good
my assertion, my car skidded suddenly
and slithered to a wheel-spinning halt in
a mud hole, about 200 feet from the ban-
dit car.

One of the bandits appeared at the rear
of the Chevrolet, carrying a rifle. I started
to get out to order them to surrender,
when a 30-30 bullet from the rifle crashed
into the wind-shield. directly in front of
my face. A tinkle of splintered glass fol-
lowed the shot, but the bullet had ea-
reened off,

The man with the rifle dived or fell into
a ditch at the north side of the road as
Gilly shoved his pump-gun through the
porthole in the wind-shield and opened

re.

The other bandit appeared on the south

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side. He knelt by the car and opened up
on us with a shotgun. The man with
the rifle lay in the ditch, methodically
hammering our car with bullets, and at
each impact more glass shattered from
the stubborn wind-shield, but no bullet
came through.

Gilly’s shot gun was empty.

“Give me the machine gun,” he told
Lane.

“Give you nothing,” the Sheriff chuckled,
grimly. “Give me that hole; I’ll fix those
murdering skunks.”

Even as they argued, I shoved my au-
tomatic through the port-hole and emp-
tied it at the man in the ditch; but the
latter continued to fire. He was _ half-
hidden by the natural trench, and the
distance was too great for sidearms,

Lane, leaning over, shoved the nose of
the machine gun through the port-hole.

“Don’t shoot at the car,” I cautioned
him. “The man and kid may be in it.”

The Sheriff nodded. With a staccato
rattle he opened fire on the man in the
ditch. ‘For ten fierce seconds the bullets
kicked up dirt around the bandit; then
the gun jammed.

Gilly ran out of shotgun shells then,
and we took turns with our automatics,
Suddenly, the man in the ditch ceased
firing and waved a black rag,

“We got one of them,” Lane said. He
Opened the right rear door and stepped
out, and, as he did so, his foot slipped and
he fell in the muddy road. Providence
must have been with him, for, as he fell,

the rifle banged again from the ditch, a
bullet whistled by his cheek, and the
tinkle of broken glass sounded as the
slug passed through the window of the
open car door.

Instinctively, the Sheriff felt his face,
then looked at his hand for blood. But
Death had passed and left him unharmed.

Lane slipped around back of the car
and Gilliland followed suit. They would
circle around the back of the farmhouse,
close in behind the bandits and get the
drop. I kept firing through the little port-
hole with my hot automatic. :

Another rifle bullet struck the wind-
shield and came through. I crawled over
the back of the front seat into the rear.
When I turned about, the bandits were
getting into their car. They drove a short
distance westward to a corner and turned
south. Here they mired again. Abandon-
ing the car they set out across a field, one
of them limping.

I hurried to the house near by, and
warned a woman with a small child to get
out of the house and away from the forth-
coming battle.

Meanwhile. an auto bearing two Illinois
state police had arrived and joined Lane
and Gilliland. Then, two Kankakee
County deputy sheriffs, Jesse Burton and
Clinton R. Craig, arrived.

Captain Gilliland and the two troopers
cut across the field to the south toward
the Byron Warner farm, following the
bandits to keep them from doubling back.
Sheriff Lane got into the car with the
two deputies, and they drove a mile east
to the gravel road, then a mile south
and a mile back west, arriving at the
Byron Warner farm.

Twenty feet apart, and with guns ready,
the three officers and an Illinois state
policeman, Richard S. Davidson, advanced
toward the buildings for a general
“shakedown.” Then out from behind the
corn-crib, carrying a rifle, limped the red-
haired gunman. Four guns covered him.

“Throw down that gun or we’ll shoot,”
one of the officers called.

Instead of complying, the bandit
crouched low.

“(0 AHEAD, shoot!” he snarled, and

he raised the rifle to make good the
boast—uttered a short ten days before—
of getting several of the cops before he
was taken.

Guns spoke. The bandit fell.

Lane rolled the red-haired outlaw over.

“Go ahead and shoot me,” the wounded
man said. :

It wasn’t necessary. He was dying. :

One of the deputies grabbed the bandit’s
rifle and started toward the farmhouse.

“Where are you going?” Lane asked.

“To get the other one. He ran into the
house.”

The other officers joined the deputy,
deploying themselves. When close to the
house, a shotgun roared from within the
kitchen and pellets whizzed harmlessly by.
Then Deputy Craig, with the dying ban-
dit’s rifle, shot through the kitchen door,
wounding the other one in the shoulder.

“T quit; you win,” they heard him call.

The blond desperado came out with his
hands in the air. He was unarmed, hay-
ing dropped the shotgun and revolver in
the house. In fleeing from the car, follow-
ing the gun battle. the two had abandoned
the 45 automatic, a 32 revolver and a
32 automatic, all loaded when I picked
them up. ;

Learning that his companion was dead,
the blond bandit admitted that he was
Orelle Easton, twenty-five, and that the
other was his brother Clarence. At the
Kankakee, Illinois, jail he made a detailed
statement, but claimed that igs brothas
had shot the trooper on the Fail Road. P

THEIR EGOTISM
AND SAVAGE
RUTHLESSNESS
Ww re) U L D H A V E in distress, he didn't expect to run into the withering blast of gunfire

TROOPER ROY DIXON: When he. paused in his duties to aid a motorist

which snuffed out his young life and precipitated a two-state manhunt.

WARMED THE
HEART OF HITLER
... THEY HAD SO
MUCH IN COMMON!

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ERMAN SURRENDERS: Orelle
aston (center), manacled to Depu-
At¥i James C. Powers and accpm-
panied by Sheriff Joe Wolf, wdsja

“ideflated superman when he bs #
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ASTON, Orelle, white, elec INS (LaPorte) June 3, 1939

HE young motorist, standing
} at the hood of the stalled car,
| : watched with narrowed eyes
{ the’ approaching figure of | tall,
handsome Trooper Ray Dixon of
the Indiana State Police. Turning
quickly, he muttered something to
the. other young man standing be-
side him who looked enough like
him to be his twin.

“What's the trouble, fellows?”
asked Dixon.
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“TRAPPING THE BRAGGING

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COUNTING THE SCARS: Left to right,
SHERIFF FREEMAN LANE, HOWARD
WINTERS, state trooper; CHARLES H.
GILLILAND, Valparaiso police captain;
A. C. WITTERS, Valparaiso police chief;
DELVIE MASTERSON, state trooper, ex-
amine the bullet-scarred squad cor
which overtook the fleeing Easton boys.

By PETER RISK

"She won't start,” answered the unwholesome, feverish excitement. :
motorist; dropping-his—hands--from———““This will prove-whose.car.itis,”. - , |

Dixon’s view.

' “Well, let’s see, maybe I can do
something for you,” offered Dixon.
Then he spotted the Michigan li-
cense plates. “By the way, who's
car is this?” He raised his head

and looked full into the muzzle of’

a pistol in the motorist’s hand. The
hand .was steady but the eyes
above them were snapping with

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the motorist gritted. “And we want
yours now.”

The pistol spat and the tall
trooper clutched his abdomen. A
second shot tore through Dixon’s
clutching hand into his stomach. A
third shot smashed into his side as
he reeled back into a shallow ditch.

A car door slammed. The gun-
man looked up to see the tall, long-

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‘ricken city.
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supper was out
{ down to read the
on February 2nd,
ws when he heard
come from the rear
door and opened it.
young woman. Her
her pretty face was
‘al cuts and bruises.
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awled in the door.
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notified the sheriff,

earby city of Fort
d responded. These
ms, Chief of Police
Lieutenant Chester
there was Prose-
ley County.
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tal in Fort Wayne.
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it the farm to see

Chief Jule Stumpf points out to officer the bloodstains on trench coat which linked it to the murder of Phyllis
Conine. Further evidence suggested that the strangler had held the girl prisoner for hours before the killing

what clues they could find. The-’~oman’s footprints were
visible in the soft earth. Detectives followed them for al-
most two miles to a point along the South River Road, a
highway running near the Maumee River that is seldom
traveled in winter.

At a spot only a few feet from the road, an officer
picked up a woman’s scarf. The others spread out and
one of them found a shoe. Lieutenant Axt ‘stooped to
examine a log about 90 feet from the highway and found
bloodstains. He also discovered two sets of footprints—
one of a man, the other of a woman.

These led to the river bank. Here, there were many foot-

prints in the muddy earth. This undoubtedly was where.

the girl had been attacked. Blood from her bruises was
still. visible on the ground and had been trampled in the

mud. The man’s footprints led on to the road, the girl’s
steps back to the log and on to the Riedel farm. Apparently
she had stumbled over the log, resting long enough to stain
it with blood.

The officers continued the search, but they failed to find
the other shoe, the girl’s purse or anything else except a
black, Persian lamb coat. This was not bloodstained, in-
dicating it had been removed before the struggle.

Because of the darkness and the danger of trampling
other clues in the soft soil of the river lowlands, Chief
Stumpf called off the search for the night. The officers re-
turned to Fort Wayne, where the girl, still unidentified,
had not regained consciousness.

Identification came late that night when Mrs. Grace
Haaga made a frantic call to police headquarters. Her

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CLICK, Franklin, white, elec. INS (Allen) December 30, 1950

2 ley

With a killer at large “looking for a woman," Anna
Kuzeff's habit of taking a short cut proved fatal.
| A comb found at scene, below, identified the killer

TRUE DETECTIVE, November, 1951

A killer stalked a panic-stricken city.
Young women were slain on its streets
yet the crafty slayer eluded the law

until one brave woman refused to die

BY WILLIAM TIBBETTS

HE CHORES WERE ALL DONE, supper was out
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evening paper about 6:30 P.M., on February 2nd,
1944, He was engrossed in the war news when he heard
a moan and a faint cry that seemed to come from the rear
of the farmhouse. He went to the back door and opened it.

Lying face down on the steps was a young woman. Her
blonde hair was matted with blood and her pretty face was
streaked with dirt and blood from several cuts and bruises.
Her clothing was torn almost to shreds, revealing nasty
bruises on her arms and legs. She wore no shoes and her
bare feet, badly swollen, protruded from the ends of her
stockings.

As Riedel bent to help her, she crawled in the door.
“Call a doctor,” she pleaded. Then she collapsed on the
floor.

The farmer hurried to the phone and notified the sheriff,
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... I followed. ...I tore the clothes off
of her. She ran to the fence and I started
after her. I got hold of her. She came
back to the car. She grabbed a coat in the
back part of the car... . It wasn’t hers or
mine. .. . It must have been there... and
she held it in front of her. She must have
been embarrassed. She started to run for
the fence. That's when I started after her
again.

“She got over the fence. After I fol-
lowed her over the fence, I had inter-
course with her again. I assaulted her
twice. She was not unconscious. After the
assault, she had about half her clothes

OF 35:

“She was fighting, scratching and kick-
ing. She tore my shirt clear off. I took
this belt and wrapped it around her neck
and started choking her. I hit her with
something—I don’t know what—but she
was giving me a rough time. She really
fought.

“T didn’t intend to kill her. I don’t know
whether the girl was alive or dead when
I left. I didn’t know she was dead until
I read it in the paper a day or so after-
ward. I didn’t tell anyone.

“I never went back to the scene. The
girl didn’t tell me her name. I didn’t know
it until I saw a picture in the paper and
it was the girl I had taken to the Ditch
Road.”

In the car, Click sped back to town and
there met the squad car. The chase and
the wreck followed.

“That is all there is to it,” Click stated
wearily.

Far past midnight the session went,
as Click tried to remember exact details
and fill in gaps. Finally he was returned
to his cell. He fell sound asleep.

Next day he signed his formal confes-
sion and directed officers to the scene of
Phyllis Conine’s murder and the route to
the spot where he crashed.

Detectives showed the trench coat found
at the Conine murder scene to the sales-
man who had owned the stolen car. Until
then, everyone had assumed that the coat
belonged to the killer. “It’s mine,” the
salesman said. “It was dirty and out of
style. I kept it in the back of the car and
used it to wrap my samples. I didn’t even
know it was missing when I got my car
back.”

Next the officers checked records at the
defense plant where Click was working
at the time of the Conine slaying. His
time card showed he worked the day be-
fore and the day after the murder, but
not on the fatal day.

Click pleaded guilty to the kidnap rape
of young Mrs. Day and received a life
sentence. On October 10, he was indicted
by the grand jury on three counts for the
murder of Phyllis Conine, which the pros-
_— felt was the strongest case against

im.

Then, in a new twist, Click renounced
his confessions, saying, “I only did it be-
cause I thought my family would collect
the reward. I figured I was going’ away
for life anyway, and they wouldn’t bother
trying me for the murders.”

His trial in a jammed courtroom began
November 28, 1949, and lasted four days.
The state demanded the death penalty and
Chief Deputy Prosecutor Chester A. Lin-
coln declared: “Never has there been nor
ever will there be a more disgusting and
cowardly: murder in Allen County.”

Click pleaded innocent and his defense
attorneys fought hard for him.

Prosecutor Alton L. Bloom warned that
Click “might be turned loose on the streets
of Fort Wayne again to prey on your sister
and mine.”

The jury of nine men and three women
heard a parade of witnesses, Click’s con-

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fession and denial, the story of the stolen
car and the telltale time card. They took
11 hours and 38 minutes to find Click
guilty and recommend death. He was sen-
tenced to be electrocuted March 27, 1950.

The score in the fantastic Hoosier night-
mare now stood at four murders, six con-
fessions, six denials, two men sentenced
to die, one indicted and one in prison for
life. Click and Lobaugh took credit for
two of the same slayings, but Click de-
nied the Howard murder and Lobaugh
the Conine killing. Dagmier, the merchant,
who was serving life in the Howard case,
said he had nothing to do with any of the
murders, and his lawyers were busy fight-
ing for a new trial. And Click and Lo-
baugh, after admitting three murders
apiece, now both insisted that they had
been lying when they confessed, and
really had not killed anyone at all!

To top everything, news of Click’s con-
viction leaked into Lobaugh’s death-row
cell five days later, and the weird prisoner
fired off a half-dozen letters to eminent
officials, insisting that he—not Click—had
murdered Phyllis Conine!

As the execution dates drew near, At-;
torney Buhler was battling to save both
of his doomed clients. Briefs, petitions,
affidavits and pleas swirled in a paper
whirlwind.

Click’s appeal for a new trial was de-
nied.

Lobaugh did another about turn and
insisted: “I never killed nobody.”

Governor Henry F. Schricker an-
nounced: “I think these crimes are the
most sordid messes in the history of In-
diana. They present the most involved
and tangled legal problems on record.”

Fortune had at least a crooked smile
for Dagmier. The Indiana Supreme Court,
on January 4, 1950, granted him a new
trial and, for lack of evidence, the case
was dismissed. He was free. The indict-
ment a agent Gantlo, the former GI, was
droppe

Lobaugh won 11 stays of execution dur-
ing a nerve-racking three years, and on
May 2, 1951, Governor Schricker, after
hearing psychiatric reports on the queer
prisoner, commuted his sentence to life
imprisonment. The governor, sidestepping
the Conine case, said it was highly doubt-
ful that Lobaugh had committed the
Haaga, Kuzeff and Howard murders, but
that even so, he was too dangerous to be
turned loose.

Since then, Lobaugh has become a cell-
block lawyer and has filed petition after
petition in vain attempts to win freedom.

Click’s execution was postponed until
December 30, 1950, and his lawyers fought
dramatically until the 11th hour for a
reprieve. None came.

At 12:03 a.m., still proclaiming his in-
nocence, Franklin Click was strapped in
the electric chair at Indiana State Prison
in Michigan City. At 12:05% a.m., 2,300
volts of electricity surged through his
body and, exactly three minutes later,
Dr. P. H. Weeks, the prison physician,
pronounced him dead.

Was that the finale to the Hoosier night-
mare of too many murders, too many kill-
ers and too many confessions—of terror,
lie tests, truth tests, dramatic trials and
endless investigations? Almost.

There was still the $16,500 reward, and
on December 11, 1951, five claimants, in-
cluding a woman clairvoyant, appeared
at a crowded public meeting of the Fort
Wayne Reward Commission to state their
cases. The money was split three ways.

One third went to the young housewife
who was attacked by Click and whose
presence of mind and sharp memory in
getting the license number led to his cap-
ture.

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scene.

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and again he confessed. The Allen County
grand jury indicted him for the Haaga,
Kuzeff and Howard murders.

His family hired a capable lawyer,
Robert L. Buhler, who saw quickly he
had more to fear in his client’s quirks than
in the strength of the prosecution. For
ina surprise move, Lobaugh ignored his
attorney's advice and pleaded guilty with-
out jury trial to all three murders. He was
sentenced ‘to die in the electric chair on
February 9, 1948.

Two days later, Lobaugh once again
was “innocent.” He claimed that he had
been doped with Benzedrine supplied by
fellow prisoners when he had made his
surprise plea; also that he had feared sev-
eral prisoners were. planning to kill him,
thinking he was a stool pigeon, and that
he had figured the death house at the state
prison would be a safer place than the
Allen County jail.

Attorney Buhler, checking police rec-
ords, learned that Lobaugh, when younger,
had turned in false fire alarms and had
confessed phony crimes to get his name
in the newspapers. Once he had confessed
stealing a car, although at the time he
had not been able to drive. Another time,
he confessed carrying a 350-pound safe
from a store in a burglary. Buhler was
convinced that his client was a psycho-
pathic liar, an opinion which soon became
widespread. A new lie test, two psychrom-
eter tests and a handwriting test all in-
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innocent!

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Lobaugh in his death cell. The witness
was emphatic: ‘“He’s not the man who
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Having read at great length in the news-
papers of the Fort Wayne murders, he
decided to confess them and die in the
electric chair. He also felt he was doing
the police a favor by “clearing ‘up” the
slayings and declared: “They wanted it
cleared up, didn’t they? Well, I cleared
it up.”

More than a dozen witnesses—psychia-
trists, doctors, officials, Attorney Buhler
and a newspaperman—watched Lobaugh
as he lay on an iron cot in the state prison
hospital at Michigan City and heard him
answer question after question in a husky,
hollow voice.

He described his early life, his discharge
from the Navy in 1942, after six months’
duty, on grounds of homosexuality.

He admitted many trips to Fort Wayne
in 1944 and 1945, but said they were all
made to conduct homosexual affairs.

“You never went out with women?” the
doctor asked.

“Absolutely not. Women revolt me.”

Questioned about the girls whose mur-
ders he confessed, he answered repeat-
pany “TI didn’t know her .. . I never saw

er.” ,

One doctor tried to draw him out about
other possible crimes that he might have
committed: “Ralph, I think you’re hiding

something .,. some crime that you com-
mitted ... you killed a young man ... or
a b O ”

Ws ese
Lobaugh answered, again and again,

“No, I didn’t kill anybody at all.”

Fort Wayne’s new police chief, Lester
Eisenhut, who had asked for the truth
serum test, felt doubly skeptical now and
ordered a new full-steam investigation of
all four murders.

As a result, the homicide detail picked
up the trail of Orin Dagmier, the store-
keeper. He was taken into custody at
Denver, Colorado.

On November 8, 1948, he was brought
back to Allen County and indicted for the
Howard sex slaying. At his venued trial
in Whitley County the following March,
Dagmier was identified by the ex-Gl,
Gantlo, as the “man in the alley.” He
denied the accusations, produced alibi
witnesses and pleaded innocent. But a
jury found him guilty of second-degree
murder in March, 1949, he was
sentenced to life imprisonment.

The same grand jury that nailed Dag-
mier now indicted Mark Gantlo, the ex-
GI, for first-degree murder in the same
slaying!

The weird fact was that the state had
indicted three men, had convicted two and
sentenced one of them to die for the mur-
der of Dorothea Howard! But the big
payoff was yet to come.

Early on the hot summery afternoon of
August 17, 1949, a tall, polite, husky young
man with handsome ne features
pulled into a driveway 0 Ditch Road,
south of Fort Wayne, to look over a home
which had been offered for sale.

The man of the house was away but
the woman was there, and she was an
eyeful—an extremely shapely, blue-eyed,
blonde 19-year-old Texas girl, Mrs. An-
gela Day. ;

The caller, who didn’t bother to in-
troduce himself by name, said he was
interested in buying. He looked over the
premises, including Angela Day’s luscious
curves, and then left.

But he returned about 9 p.m. for an-
other look about the house and garden,
casting frequent glances at the shapely
young housewife, whose husband had not
yet returned. For comfort in the summer
heat, she was wearing only a flimsy halter
bra and brief, skin-tight shorts.

When the caller returned to the house,
he said: “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you
get in my car and T'll drive you to my
house? We can talk the sale over with my
wife. I’m interested in buying, but I'd
like to get her viewpoint.”

Angela Day, though, rejected the sug-
gestion, saying she could not leave her
two children alone.

Abruptly, the husky young man twisted
strong fingers in her blonde curls and
dragged her out through the doorway.
He hurled her to the ground and tore off
her flimsy playsuit. Then he dragged her
naked to his car and raped her.

His lust spent, the brute whipped off
his belt, looped it into a noose, twisted it
around her neck and began to choke her.

She looked up into his face and he was
gritting his teeth. The muscles in his jaws
stood out and the cords in his neck were
rigid. The terrified young woman blacked
out.

When she regained consciousness, the
blonde housewife was in the rear seat
and the car was moving. Her attacker
stopped the car, grabbed her and began
choking her again. She begged for her life.
The assailant relaxed his choke hold,
grabbed the wheel of the car and started
driving again.

“tf IT don’t hurt you, you promise not
to go to the police. Understand?” he said.

“All right,” she consented lifelessly. She

crossed her arms over her breasts, trying
to cover her nudity. Then she asked for
a cigaret, thinking that that might con-

vince him she wasn't <
keep her promise not tc

“Don’t go to the police
what I’ll do,” her attack:
some presents, presen‘
kids—Christmas pres

Minutes that seeme
as the terror-filled r_-
country roads. At last '
in front of the Day hou
let her out, saying, ~
promise.”

The young woman’s !
two minutes later. His \
and appeared dazed. A
the attacker’s belt wa
throat. Day called the s
wife declared: “I got hi
Day passed the inform

Registration records :
longed to Franklin Clic
later a Fort Wayne pc
to a quiet stop in fro:
cottage at 3240 Taylor :
at the door. An attré
woman of 25, wearing
apron, answered and

arie Click.

Patrolmen Leonard
William Bollman ingv
band at home? We'd |

In a back bedroom
Click lying in bed, ap}
But he leaped from b:
policemen. He flailed
to butt Scrogham in
officers grabbed him,
snapped cuffs on his +

Fifteen minutes la
quarters, Click was de
and rape of Angela L
ing, in the line-up,
welts still visible on
at Click and said, “fF
denied the accusatio:

Click, aged 31, was
on a celery farm only
the spot where An:
killed. He was the
children. He had a p
two arrests for car
sex crimes.

Chief Eisenhut, qu
ilarity of the Day:
Conine murders—
—ordered a thor
past. His detectives

They learned the
Kuzeff was killed, C
ready with two chil
his mother across
Kuzeff home. Almos
the Kuzeff home tc
Click household, b
the detectives: ‘He
tention to Anna an:
attention to him. !
Anna was a good ¢

After two days, |
attack on Angela
hired Attorney Bv
She begged her hv
detector test, sayin
innocence. With rel
Lieutenant John He
tion bureau conduc
question on the Da)
jump. Click was t
where a lie test on
the same results.

Using a new apr
asked Click about
bing with questior
did the trick. “O.K
you about the Day
confession.

Sergeant (now «
land and Sergean
switched their tec
Click about the rap


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for the truth
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ndicted for the
is venued trial
lowing March,
sy the ex-GI,
the alley.” He
produced alibi
mocent. But a
second-degree
1949, he was
iment.
at nailed Dag-
santlo, the ex-
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t the state had
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ie for the mur-
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she was an
ociy, blue-eyed,
girl, Mrs. An-

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looked over the
a Day’s luscious

9 p.m. for an-
use and garden,
at the shapely
ausband had not
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shorts.
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lrive you to my
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buying, but I'd
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ejected the sug-
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londe curls and
th the doorway.
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. he dragged her
ved her.

ute whipped off
noose, twisted it
‘an to choke her.
face and he was
iscles in his jaws
in his neck were
z woman blacked

ynsciousness, the
in the rear seat
ig. Her attacker
d her and began
egged for her life.
his choke hold,
e car and started

1 promise not
and?” he said.
._~ lifelessly. She
er breasts, trying
en she asked for
that might con-

vince him she wasn’t afraid and would
keep her promise not to go to the police.

“Don’t ge to the police, and I'll tell you
what I’ll do,” her attacker said. “I'll bring
some presents, presents for you and your
kids—Christmas presents.”

Minutes that seemed like hours passed
as the terror-filled ride zigzagged along
country roads. At last the car pulled up
in front of the Day house and the driver
let her out, saying, “Remember your
promise.”

The young woman’s husband drove up
two minutes later. His wife was still nude
and appeared dazed. A purple welt from
the attacker’s belt was swelling on her
throat. Day called the sheriff and then his
wife declared: “I got his license number.”
Day passed the information along.

egistration records showed the car be-
longed to Franklin Click, and a half hour
later a Fort Wayne police cruiser pulled
to a quiet stop in front of a neat white
cottage at 3240 Taylor Street and knocked
at the door. An attractive, dark-haired
woman of 25, wearing a housedress and
apron, answered and said she was Mrs.

arie Click.

Patrolmen Leonard Scrogham and John
William Bollman inquired, “Is your hus-
band at home? We'd like to talk to him.”

In a back bedroom the officers found
Click lying in bed, apparently half asleep.
But he leaped from bed when he saw the
policemen. He flailed his arms and tried
to butt Scrogham in the abdomen. The
officers grabbed him, held him fast and
snapped cuffs on his wrists.

Fifteen minutes later at police head-
quarters, Click was denying the kidnaping

and rape of Angela Day. The next morn- .

ing, in the line-up, the young woman,
welts still visible on her throat, pointed
at Click and said, “He’s the man.” Click
denied the accusation.

Click, aged 31, was working at the time
on a celery farm only a stone’s throw from
the spot where Anna Kuzeff had been
killed. He was the father of five small
children. He had a police record showing
two arrests for car thefts, but none for
sex crimes.

Chief Eisenhut, quick to notice the sim-
ilarity of the Day attack to the Kuzeff and
Conine murders—the strangling technique
—ordered a thorough look into Click’s
past. His detectives did a good job.

They learned that at the time Anna
Kuzeff was killed, Click, married and al-
ready with two children, was living with
his mother across the street from the
Kuzeff home. Almost daily Click went to
the Kuzeff home to draw water for the
Click household, but Mrs. Kuzeff told
the detectives: “He never paid any at-
tention to Anna and she never paid any
attention to him. He was married and
Anna was a good girl.”

After two days, Click still denied the
attack on Angela Day. His pretty wife
hired Attorney Buhler to defend him.
She begged her husband to take a lie-
detector test, saying it would prove his
innocence. With reluctance, Click agreed.
Lieutenant John Hazelet of the identifica-
tion bureau conducted the test. Each key
question on the Day case made the needle
jump. Click was taken to South Bend,
where a lie test on a different device had
the same results.

Using a new approach, detectives now
asked Click about the Kuzeff case, jab-
bing with question after question. This
did the trick. “O.K.,” said Click, “I'll tell
you about the Day case.” He made a full
confession.

Sergeant (now chief) Mitchell Cleve-
land and Sergeant McCarthy next day
switched their technique in questioning
Click about the rape murders. “Your wife’s

under a terrible strain,” said Cleveland.
“What about her? What about your kids?
Don’t you have any feeling for them?
Can’t you see what this is doing to them?”

Twenty minutes of this and Click broke.
He asked to see his wife and his lawyer.
For about an hour Click, Mrs. Click and
Buhler conferred privately. Once Buhler
emerged from the closed room and asked
the officers: “Can you check back and see
if you had a Chevrolet stolen from South
Calhoun near Creighton on August 4,
1944?” Later he came out and asked:
“Was the Chevy wrecked on Broadway
later that day?” Cleveland and McCarthy
now had the old report and the answer
to both questions was yes. Buhler said
gravely: “You'd better call the chief.”

When Click, his wife and his lawyer
reappeared, Mrs. Click, crying and near
hysterics, handed Chief Lester Eisenhut
two handwritten notes. The first read:

“My dear Wife: I want you to be the
first to know and learn from my own lips
that I am a murderer. .. . I am the one
and the only one guilty and the only one
that murdered Wilhelmina “Billie” Haaga
.,. Anna Kuzeff ... and Phyllis Conine.
...No other person was with me or par-
ticipated in either of these murders. . . .
This I know is a terrible confession and
I want you to hand this confession to Chief
Eisenhut.”

In the other note Click explained that
he was confessing so his wife could get
the rewards, which now totaled $16,500.

A dozen officers and witnesses, includ-
ing Chief Eisenhut, Sheriff Harold Zeis
and Click’s wife and lawyer, were crowded
into the sheriff’s office as the rapist poured
out his lurid confession for the official
record. His admissions solved the mystery
of the final hours of pretty Phyllis Conine.

He spent the morning drinking in a
tavern and left about noon, planning to
start out early for his 3 to 11 p.m. defense
plant job in the Rolling Mill District. He
caught a trolley to Phyllis Conine’s neigh-
borhood, planning to transfer to another
trolley, but instead wandered into a South
Calhoun Street tavern and drank some
more. When he came out, it was raining.

“I thought,” he said, “If I only had a
car!” Walking along, next to the build-
ings, he saw one—a black Chevrolet with
Illinois plates; and the keys were in the
ignition. “It was too late then, anyway, to
go to work,” he said, so he got into the
car, started the motor and drove aimlessly
around the neighborhood. It was raining
hard.

“T saw a girl standing on a corner with
her head down. I drove up beside her
and asked her if she wanted a lift: ‘Where
are you going?’ She said, ‘Downtown.’ I
said, ‘I'll take you to town.’ She hesitated
a little.’ As it turned out, the decision
she made was the last in her young life.

“She got into the car. I stepped on the
gas and quickly turned the corner to my
left, and she said, ‘You’re not going to
town this way.’ I said, ‘Yes, I am.’

“She said she had to meet someone
downtown at 3:30 or 4 o'clock, and I said,
‘Well, we have a little time.’ She got sus-
picious. She tried to get out of the car,
but I kept on going.” Click, his excitement
rising as he thought of what he was about
to do, sped into the country and out along
lonely Ditch Road, then stopped.

“J ‘started getting fresh with her. She
bit me. There is the scar. I got mad and
hit her in the eye.”

Click was strangely calm as he described
an episode which, for the pretty teen-ager,
was a crescendo of screaming horror.
“She resisted, but I didn’t tear her cloth-
ing then.” Her struggles quickened his
lust and frenzy.

“She jumped out and started fighting.

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ed || did not haveliimg to search for the plunde | ie ‘i aa ‘murdet he sent bagk tohis old home all the bau! a vane ont axit. TI iV remain
for || they were’ afier, but beat a, hasty, retrea a | A: i | ; | | papers contai ing any }ccount of the | ri ino an “ame uf he the chauce
ne es a a at ia Pt : le: Ebliot 3 i | : rate to i is
or- down the ally. The next morning’ the | mi nt | } vine trial. Mir. tot | as on hid way : otbe + nt to hig the The | « to. 8 nice}
ing wére seen in the town of Cdell,/but befor ae \ Se Colorado thin veel; ‘the benefit. of hi fee wer old ag on he a 1
‘or- the news of the murder reached there the OT neptane elas SANG Wieser ZZ | kealth. Som ich were, ithe: people! in that}. hat | i to y. ae
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im- | |offered, and| (hia ret the detectives on their | fe —_ | Elliottto call here and pee hia. ‘Me. Bde /fls Pa predt, was manifested o this | a bi t stock) oe |
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4nd have gone through their ron-
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“Big Sister.”

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pretty Indian girl, was praduated
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advised them to eume to the Ind.
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pediatrics

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the best in the country.’ Miss
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found that out and J am gied J

decided ta cyine jt Has been quile
an interesting experience, Jaarning |
Aol Bbrout mie dicine if one can
leain anything in @ yer and
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prompting and urging. pase in anid |

told how oid she 2as and that she |

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forme ta Tndianapeajin

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year-old blond slayer of a state: al
frooper, was electrocuted at) Indi- ‘nye
ranaA State Prison ently Vhs morne yy,
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Who tained criminal tae fed from 'yyey
his Cell in Jwath Howse at Lola
marched unnkided to the eleetiye Nish

‘hair and strapped in The current tien,

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ence, 27, cclimaxed on obrief but wha

Jbloody career of crime by AUIS BM,

NOR fatally State “broaper tiny by «4

‘Dixon Dear Laboite June 26. 193K | Com
‘They were captiled next day in aladsif
‘Kun battle at Deselin, J that say
Claimed Clarence’s life. owen
In pleading for a commutation bal
Carly this week, Orelle's mother, proj
Mis. Carl Easton of Valley City, Pies
told the Indiana clemency commys- indi
Sion xha helleved her hove hed iam
been diawn inty crime by treading taxe
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Prison officials said he hore Up wor
well under the strain, facing death — *];
resigned|s, but atl protesting that “wat
“Clarence, not me, fired the shots feren
which kilied Dixon” - othef

His hume-town minister, the Hoph
Rev KOA. Ofstadal, vinited Jim feren
twiee yeaterday The Hey My tonty

Ofstadal will return by train te “1eKe Rn
Valley City todas, taking Flaston's farm.
body vith him for burial there — Hn
keaston'’s conviction W@n aMiimed ern!

by the Indiana Supreme Cert and tate

faovetnor M Word Townaend pe. never

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i wild sad bloody. Pree 9
‘ended near DeSelm, Ill, when’ two daar from.
‘North Dakota: who had started a career of. crim
‘came to the. end of the trail as they shot it out with
tate police, The’ bandit brothers had kidnaped»
four persons and fatally shot'a policeman before.)
ne of them was killed by state troopers, the other |.
‘wounded’ and captured, Above, left 'to right. 'the
pictures, show officers examining guns and fad, Dalle ie
‘eeproof vests taken from the outlaws, and two ofthe
‘Adnaped deputie: . Charles Hahn, directly above
md Walter Kow: k, right above, who were r
‘leased after the bandits had stolen their. At :
“left, is O. G. Easton, manacled, one of the prpthacas oy
latter he was wounded gnd captured in the 4
'*/perate gun battle. Below are the outbuildings
‘fe here the brothers made their


for while seated before the fire conversing with Alexander Mars,

Dyas entered the door, and before Brock was aware of his presence, .

Dyas struck him in the back of the head with the blade of an ax
he carried in his hand. Mars who had noticed the murderer enter,
but not suspecting his intention, when he saw the fatal blow fled
precipitately in great alarm for his own safety. When Brock’s body
was found, it was discovered that he had been struck three times
with the ax, one blow severing the spinal column. Hither of the
blows would have produced death. :

Dyas fled to- the woods, and Mrs. Brady gave the alarm and
soon people began assembling. As Mars fied from the house, he
had been stopped by the old woman, whe explained he need have
no fear, that no harm was intended him, but this did not quiet him,
and he concealed himself in a hollow tree. From his hiding place
he saw the woman emerge from the house and going to the corner
of a rail fence, change the dress which she wore, and which was
covered with blood, for a clean one. She then gave the alarm.
Dyas concealed himself in the woods, but a guard was placed around
his house and during the night he was captured as he attempted to

enter.
This crime was a year’s excitement to the whole surrounding

country, and you may now chance hear some man whose head is
whitening with the fleeting: years, tell that he “saw Dyas hung,”
and remembers it although a child in his mother’s arms. Many peo-
ple reckoned things from the day that “Dyas was bung.”

Mars—“ old Alec” lived many years near old Fort Harrison, and —

except in his cups he was loth in after life to tell again the story of
the horrid murder, where upon his testimony a wretch was executed.
He was a little dried-up old man, one of that kind, as he was often
geen on the streets, that would cause the boys to gather about and
sometimes jeer at him. , :

Asa Fenton was one of the witnesses in the case. He became
insane during the progress of the trial and remained so till his
death some years after. The conviction of Dyas occurred in the

Vigo Circuit court June 4, 1844. — get
Old Mrs. Brady and daughter if was believed had hired Dyas to

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do the bloody deed. They left the State soon after, or about the » |

time of the execution, and the rumors came back that she had been
mobbed and killed (hanged) in a Southern State.

with George Brock, who had been stopping at the house, abouta ="
whisky bill she had presented. She used violent language, and it
was said, threatened his life. The next morning (Sunday) Brock <* °°
saddled his horse preparatory to leaving for his home, and returned =; 5.
to the house to bid the occupants good-bye. This cost him his life, :

STORY viGO COUNTY. 565

. : 2 | Second Hanging.—A man named Morgan was executed in Ter
. ' Haute, December 23, 1869, for the murder of John Petri. The

sentence was pronounced by Judge Crain, and Sheriff Stewart con-
dneted the execution. The gallows was erected in the center of the

‘crossing of Walnut and Third streets, near the jail.

At the same term of the court that convicted Morgan, another
murderer, Stevens, was sentenced to death for the murder of John
Reeves. A new ‘trial was granted, and he was imprisoned for life

In 1862 Oscar Grovefield was shot in his saloon, on the east
side of the public square, by William Kirltey. The wounded man
lingered some time and died. :

April 6, 1868, John A. Reeves was deliberately shot to death by
an employe. 3

A. C, Mattox a prominent citizen was murdered on the street in
the early twilight. This occurred on Chestnut street. and
although several persons were soon on the spot, the murderer could
not be found. This was a murder for robbery. Mr. Mattox was
proprietor of the Prairie City Cooper shops.

| Dr. James B. Armstrong was assassinated on the street, August
7, 1877, while returning home after visiting a patient. For this crime
two men, Flowers and McKenna, were given life sentences in the
penitentiary. |

The murders of Armstrong and Mattox and killing of a deputy
sheriff were in quick succession. . “ 3

A criminal who was noted as the “ Young Bandit of the Wabash”

was run tothe ground in Torre Haute, by the same officer he had at
one time seriously wounded while trying to arrest him.
_ ©. W. Brown and Maj. O. J. Smith, editors and proprietors of
the Evening Gazette were shot and both wounded on the corner of
Sixth and Main streets, July 6, 1869, by E. D. Erney, a day police-
man. This grew out of some comments in the Gazette.

HISTORY OF VIGO COUNTY, by H. C, Bradsbys
' Chicago: Nelson, 1891,
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DO HiISLOR UF VIGO COUNTY.

this juncture Beauchamp drew the knife with which he had pro-
vided himself, and Mickleberry, who was unable to defend himself
from the weapon, was killed in his own yard, and in the presence
of his wife and daughters. Another story is that it was Mrs.
Mickleberry who had said this, and that the murdered man only
spoke when Beauchamp commenced to abuse his wife, and then
Beauchamp struck him to the heart with the knife. Tho latter gave
an alarm, Beauchamp having fled immediately after the commission
of the deed. The first man to reach the scene of the killing was
Rice McCormick, the veteran carpenter and boatman.
Beauchamp made his way to the Wabash, which he swam sev-
eral miles above here. Search was instituted for him as soon as
the news of the crime had been spread ,but the murderer succeeded
in making his escape, and nothing was heard of him for several
months. Handbills were struck off, giving a description of the
murderer, and offering a reward of $500 for his arrest. These
handbills were sent to all parts of the country, and a person going
from this county to Texas, took one of them with him, and to this
chance occurrence the capture of the murderer was due. The bill
was posted in a rude country hotel, in a little place near the Rio

Grande border, in Texas. A couple of young men visiting the hotel ©

read the description and the offer of reward, and knowing a man em-

ployed in a blacksmith’s shop in that vicinity who answered com-

pletely to that description, charged him with being the culprit. It
was Beauchamp, who had escaped to that far-away and seemingly
secure place of refuge, and when confronted with the offer of a re-
ward for his capture, confessed that he was the man. The young
men took charge of him, and set out on horseback to return the
criminal to the scene of his crime. The great southwestern
system of railroads had not been dreamed of in those days, and a
journey from the wild Mexican province to the distant Hoosier
State, on horseback, over unfrequented and strange roads, fording
rivers, with the accompanying perils to life and property, was the
work of weeks and months. It was completed in safety, however,
and the men turned Beauchamp over to the authorities here, re-
ceiving the reward offered for him, and for which, rather than any
desire to see justice administered, they had made their long journey.

Beauchamp had a hearing before the Vigo court, and applied
for achange of venue to Parke county, on the ground that there
was such a public feeling and sentiment against him in this county
that he could not receive justice. But this did not save him, as
after a long and tedious trial before the Parke county court, at
’ Rockville, he was convicted of murder in the first degree, and sen-
tenced to be hanged. The death penalty was inflicted at Rockville

. the death penalty'‘was inflicted, and the first and only hanging that

" HISTORY OF VIGO COUNTY. DOS

eh in the winter of 1842, nearly two years after the perpetration of
«> the crime, the execution being public, and witnessed by a large
- erowd of spectators. There was great interest in this county in the

crimeand the penalty, and great numbers of persons went to Rockville ©
on horseback and in wagons to witness the last scene in the tragedy. FF
This was the first murder ever committed in Vigo county for which*

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ever occurred at Rockville.

First Hanging in Vigo County occurred on July 5, 1844, at
the foot of Strawberry Hill. A man named Dyas had brutally
murdered George Brock, an Illinois drover and cattle buyer, in
Nevins township, this county, in the fall of 1843. This was the
first death penalty ever inflicted in this county, and being pnilic ©
the place of execution was adapted, like a great natural amphithester
for the grewsome show. ‘The crowd that gathored to make a holi-
day of it was estimated at thousands who came from all the sur-
rounding country—even some considerable distance into Ilinois—
many coming a distance of fifty miles, or even more. It wasa
memorable day, and possibly Dyas never realized that he was of
any importance in this world until the day of his exit out of it.
The man rode from the jail, on the corner of Third and Ohio streets,
to the gallows, seated on his coffin, which was placed in an onen
two-horse wagon. He was dressed in his white shroud, and he
headed the great procession to where the performance took place.

William Ray was sheriff and Marvin M. Hickox was his deputy,
who fixed the rope around the man’s neck while the sheriff sprung
the trap. In adjusting the rope the knot slipped, and instead of
breaking the man’s neck he was strangled to death.

As stated the murder was committed in Nevins township, and
was unprovoked and brutal. The scene of the crime was the cabin
of a notorious old woman, Mrs. Brady, with whom lived a daughter
as disreputable as herself. She lived near the old Brooks’ mill on
Otter creek, three-fourths of a mile west of the station formerly
known as Milton, on the Indianapolis & St. Louis Railroad, about
a mile north of the present station of Grant where the Chicago &
Eastern Illinois coal branch crosses the Indianapolis & St. Louis
Railroad.

The place was then sparsely settled, and the old woman kept whis-
ky to sell, and here the hard characters met and danced and caroused
on many occasions. It was a low resort, and among those most
welcome to the place was Henry Dyas, who had a family but was
at the old woman's cabin frequently, and stood well in her and her
daughter’s favor. — :

| One Saturday evening in October, 1843, the woman quarreled

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Wilmington, Illinois, stood, open-
mouthed and amazed, at the brothers’
bravado. James Novy, an unsuspecting
farmer, was driving to town with his
four-year-old son. The gunmen roared
up, yelled an order, and forced him to
the side of the road.

Swiftly, they moved their arsenal
to his vehicle. Pleas for the safety of
his son were shrugged off with curses,
The brothers abandoned the deputies’
sedan and drove off with Novy and his
son cowering in the back seat.

It was only minutes until Sergeant
Arthur Bayer, Illinois State Trooper,
sighted the car. He wheeled around
in the road and took off after them,
firing at them as he drove.

Again the law’s weapons were inad-
equate. Orelle responded with rifle
fire and the trooper’s car stalled three
miles south of Wilmington.

By this time the region was flooding
with troopers and officers, and the net
drew even tighter about the gunmen.

HERIFF Freeman Lane, Police

Chief A. C. Witter and Police
tone Charles H. Gilliland, all of
Valparaiso, moved in with their ar-
mored car. :

“Going’s pretty heavy here. This
stuff never dries out,” Sheriff Lane
said, as they crept through the gumbo
mud of a side road near Deselm, IIli-
nois. Their wheels spun more and
more, and progress became harder
than ever.

“Someone up ahead is_ having
trouble, too,” Chief Witter chimed in.
“Looks like they’re stuck.”

Several hundred feet ahead in the
road, a car’s engine roared fruitlessly.
The wheels cascaded mud behind the
car. :

Just then the armored car stopped
completely, its wheels vainly seeking
traction.

“Well, we’re stuck, too,” Sheriff
Lane reported. “Let’s see who’s up
ahead.” He stepped out into the mire.

aeperie two men jumped from the
car ahead, waving weapons. One
leaped into the ditch, the other came
forward. Both opened fire.

Sheriff Lane dodged back into the
protection of the armored car.

; “Must be the killers!” he yelled.
‘Watch your fire. Novy and his kid
may be with them.”

Within seconds a pitched battle de-
veloped. Sheriff Lane grabbed for a
machine gun and sprayed the ditch
with sporadic bursts. Then the gun
jammed and he tossed it away, grab-
bing up a revolver. Chief Witter joined
with his revolver and Captain Gilli-
land let fly with a shotgun, firing
through the porthole in the wind-
shield.

The accuracy of the Easton brothers
was amazing, and it was only the bul-
letproof glass in the armored car that,
saved the three officers. Fourteen shots
in all ricocheted off the windshield.
Chips of glass showered over the occu-
pants, but none was hurt.

Suddenly the gunman in the ditch
waved a black rag.

“They want to surrender,” Sheriff
Lane said. ‘“Let’s go get ’em.”

He stepped out again, gun ready,
but he almost became the victim of a
ruse. A bullet whistled past his head.

He jumped back into the car and
slammed the door. :

“Ammunition’s getting low,” Cap-
tain Gilliland reported. “Only got a

' few rounds left.”

“Better get out of here and call more
help,” Chief Witter yelled.

Soon they had fired their last shot.

“Let’s see if this thing will move,”
Sheriff Lane said.

The car roared into reverse. *The
wheels spun and the body shook with
strain. Slowly the wheels grabbed
into the mud and the car inched back
out of the bog.

Now the gunmen ran back to their
car and, while one drove, the other
pushed. Their car also inched for-
ward, slithering back and forth in the
road. After a few feet, however, the
motor coughed and died. The officers’
bullets had punctured its gas tank.

An Illinois State Police patrol car
roared up behind the armored car.
Quickly the troopers passed over
enough ammunition to put the Indiana

officers back into the fight, and the .

party spread out for the kill.

The gunmen quickly abandoned the
stalled car. Together they headed
across a field, leaving Novy crouched
in his car. His son had been pushed
out previously, unhurt.

The officers and the troopers climbed
into their cars and whirled around in
the road. They careened down the
first cross road, driving a mile south
and a mile west, to intercept the
brothers.

They roared up at a farmhouse just
as the brothers appeared at the back of
the lot.

Clarence headed for the corncrib,
but he never had a chance. He was
dropped in his tracks.

RELLE dashed for the house, a

rifle in one hand and a pistol in
the other. A trooper’s bullet crashed
into his shoulder. Still he went on.

Officers levelled their guns and fired
another volley. Finally their ‘bullets
chipped chunks from both. his ears,
and only then did he stop to surrender.

Troopers quickly closed in on him.
His bulletproof vest was scarred with
marks.

Clarence died fifteen minutes later.

Word of the battle was quickly
flashed to searching troopers and offi-
cers. The manhunt was ended, on
June 27, less than 24 hours after Dixon
had been shot.

Meanwhile, their victim rallied, but
only temporarily. Dixon suffered a
relapse as the afternoon waned and
died in an oxygen tent.

His dream, often told as a joke, had .
some to pass with-a tragic ending.

The brothers’ home town, Valley
City, South Dakota, shook its collec-
tive head when news of the manhunt
reached it. .

“It’s all a mistake,” neighbors said.
Ri: couldn’t have been the Easton

ys.”

But Orelle waived extradition and
was returned to stand trial in LaPorte
County by Sheriff Joseph Wolf and
Deputy Sheriff James C. Powers.

He was executed in the electric
chair at the Indiana state prison in
Michigan City on the following Janu-
ary 13, 1939.

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is a frame-up... .” .
He didn’t have to finish.

T WAS a fast, silent ride back to

Los Angeles. I told Phil Foster the
approximate location of the Figueroa
Street garage, and he stopped briefly
to phone and ask that a cordon be
thrown around the area by the city
police.

We cruised down Figueroa and,
when I pointed out the garage, Fos-
ter ordered Rickey to stop the Cad-
illac a hundred yards down the block.
We got out, and Foster and Marco
were joined by two city detectives.
Pinky, Rickey and I marched ahead,
the others following.

The little side door to the garage
was open, fortunately, but the little
door within, leading downstairs, pre-
sented a problem. By the time they
got the door broken down, Manny
and the men below would be warned.
And they could stand quite a siege in
that maze of autos. This was the only
way down, so far as I knew, except
for the drive ramp, which was barred
iby an impenetrable steel] door.

The problem was solved, however,
when one of the mechanics came up,
cursing, with a _ piece of ,jeaking
radiator hose in his hand. One of the
city detectives promptly felled him
with a blackjack. This was no time to
stand on ceremony. Then we were
through the door and started down.

Manny’s expression changed from
amazement to anger to fear when he
saw first Pinky and Rickey and me—
and then the law behind us. His hand
started for his shoulder holster, fell
back when he saw the four guns shift
towards him. The officers got his gun
fast. He fell back a few steps, a des-
perate, hunted look on his face.

Pinky said: “The dame, boss! She’s
the one. She squealed to these guys!”

The next few seconds will be en-
graved indelibly, horribly, on my
memory for the rest of my life. Just
thinking about it now, I get the urge
to go into the screaming meemies. I
can see every vivid detail just as plain

this very moment as it was then. It
was awful.

Slowly, Manny shifted his gaze from
Pinky to myself. “So,” he said. “The
little lady, eh?”

Then, suddenly, his face was a mask
of malevolence. He whipped his hand
to the back of his neck and something
gleamed there briefly in the bright
neon light of the garage. Foster yelled.

I think Rickey must have seen the
knife before anyone else, or maybe
his reflexes were better. Because he
lunged at the same moment Manny
made his try for me. But he was still
too late.

I was frozen to the spot, and Man-
ny’s throw was straight and true—
or would have been, if Rickey hadn’t
jumped for it.

The blade, thrown with savage
force, caught Rickey squarely in the
center of his throat. He stopped as
though he’d run into something, and
sank slowly to his knees, a dazed ex-
pression on his face. A shot blasted,
and I remember the little hole that
appeared in Manny Salinas’ forehead.

I rushed to Rickey. I reached his
side just as he sank all the way to
the floor.

Then the blood started to spurt—-
his life’s ‘blood—draining out on mc

I don’t remember anything afte:
that, nor for six weeks afterwards

GUESS that’s about all of it. I’m

still in a rest home under the doc-
tor’s care, and probably will be for
some time. I don’t much care, with
Rickey gone. There can never be an-
other Rickey. But at least I have my
sanity back and I can get around a
little bit again—but not in the same
kind of places. “Big dough?” Not for
me. From now on I'll earn my bread
by the sweat of my brow.

Phil Foster has been very kind to
me. He told me, too, that it was Old
John Stevenson who had tipped the
Highway Patrol off about Manny’s
car racket. So I guess poor John must
have known what he was talking
about when he said Manny was riding
for a fall.

DETECTIVE

Dixon’s parents rushed to his bed-
side from South Bend; his fiancée
hurried from her home in Niles, Mich-
igan. It looked bad, but doctors gave
him an even chance because of his
superb physique.

The abdominal wound was critical;
the side wound was clean. Both bul-
lets had gone entirely through his
body. His fingers merely were nicked,

Henning recalled again and again
thé trooper’s omen-filled dream.

Dixon’s parents. watched-—and
prayed.

His fiancée wept—and thought of
December wedding plans.

HE manhunt moved simultaneously
into a different direction. By radio,
State Police gleaned bits of infor-
mation that tied together a pattern of

boastful kidnaping and wanton
banditry.

PAID OFF IN BLOOD

Continued from page 55

“Hot” leads were checked first. For
instance, the abandoned car on Fail
Road. Michigan State Police supplied
data that the plates had been stolen
the night before at Three Oaks, Mich-
igan. Wisconsin flashed word that the
car had been stolen June 22 in Co-
lumbus, Wisconsin, its owner—a ter-
rified woman—torced to the curb and
kidnaped. Later she had been pushed
out on a country road.

“Background” continued to filter in
from Wisconsin. Too many shootings,
kidnapings and car thefts during the
past two weeks in that region, State
Police said. Must be the same pair.

There was the incident on June 14,
in Minneapolis, when a man and a
woman were forced, at gun point, to
give up their Dodge sedan.

There was the incident on June 15,
when a car was driven through two
spotlights in Cameron, Wisconsin, and

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by deadly marksmanship the two oc-
cupants disabled the vehicle of Traffic
Officer L. E. Taylor, who gave chase.

There was the incident later that
same night when two men overhauled
a car, calmly shot flat a tire and then
robbed the driver while his woman
companion looked on. Not only that,
but the pair forced the man to change
tires.

There was the incident on June 18
in Stevens Point, Wisconsin, when a
squad-car officer flicked his light on a
parked car and was met by a hail of
bullets as he went by. Boldly the car
had followed and .had poured more
lead into the prowl car as the officer
limped into a filling station.

There was the incident later that
same night when a Fra Edwin
Braaten, 17, of Iola, Wisconsin, and
his girl companion, driving along a
lonely country road near Stevens
Point, were startled to find a fusillade
of shots suddenly spurt out of a parked
ear. The girl, unhurt, had grabbed the
wheel as her boyfriend slumped,
wounded, and had managed to reach
a farmhouse. ;

There was the incident of June 21, in
Ripon, Wisconsin, when two men held
up Gus Bucholtz, a filling-station op-
erator, kidnaped him and later left
him at a roadside.

There the Wisconsin trail ended
but it cut a swath southeastward
across the state, indicating that the
same pair might thave been in Three
Oaks, Michigan, on the night of June
25, 1938, before heading south into
Indiana.

NDIANA State Police found it was

the same pair—ambitious, obdurate
Orelle Easton, 25, and his brother
Clarence, 27—whose South Dakota
farm no longer could give them the.
excitement they craved in life. — '

_Long gone was the fun and sport in
picking off pheasant and rabbits on the
drab pastureland. It had become too
easy; their years of practice had made
them too deadly shots to find it any-
thing but routine.

They longed for bigger game—in
the cities, where they could become
legendary figures of crime.

On June 9, they made the break.
For their relatives they had ready a
story of seeking jobs and making,
good; for themselves they had ready a
plan of bank robberies and quick
riches.

Armed with mail-order weapons,
they headed southeastward into the
lush territory around Chicago.

Still confident, the Easton brothers
loried in matching wits with the
aw as they prodded erders into Hahn

and Kowalczyk.

_“Don’t worry,” Orelle told them de-
risively. ‘“We’ll let you go before we
hit the Illinois line. We don’t want
any Feds after us.”

Hahn dismissed the vow.. Such men
could, or could not—and more often it
was not—keep a spoken promise. And
besides; there was always the chance
that they might be discovered to be
officers. Then, who knew what would
happen? :

They nearly ran into a blockaded
intersection before their trip was an
hour old. Cockily, Orelle commanded
Hahn to turn around, and they eased
away from the crisis. “

“Stay on the dirt roads—and no
ffinny business!” the gunman ordered.
“We'll get through that way. There

‘aren’t enough cops to watch all the

roads.”

Hahn smiled to himself. Apparently
these two, whoever they were, had
badly underestimated a midwestern
blockade. Hahn drove on, prompted
by a pistol barrel between his shoulder
blades. . 4

Clarence consulted a. northern In-
diana road map. After a few minutes,

. he gave terse instructions to Hahn:

“Furn here and go to this point on
Indiana 43. Follow it to here and then
turn west on this gravel road.”

Hahn’s hopes rose. He knew that
Indiana ‘43 would be alive with State
Troopers.

They nosed out onto the concrete
highway at the designated spot but,
oddly enough, there wasn’t a car in
sight. “No luck at all,” Hahn said to
himself.

‘ Suddenly Clarence said: “Turn off
ere,”

Hahn made the turn slowly, trying
desperately to remain, even if only’
for a few more seconds, on the usually
heavily-traveled 3 pond

“Get going!” Orelle snarled. “Drive
carefully, but don’t creep re 8

They beat their way westward along
the quiet:.country road. Hour after
hour they wound through country
lanes, sometimes backtracking, some-
times testing new areas. The evening
hours waned, and finally darkness
closed in about them. That seemed to
be what the gunmen were waiting for.

“Now, let’s get down to business,”
Clarence said.* ;

“We'll need some gas soon,” Orelle
told him. “Let’s drive a while and then
get some. After that we/can head
west again.”

HE four drove on:in silence, except

for an occasional order or proddin,
Near midnight Hahn and 'Kowalezy
recognized the terrain as Clinton
Township, still in LaPorte county but
far south of the scene of the shooting.

One of the many isolated crossroads
in the county loomed: ahead. At the
corner was a general store, a makeshift
filling station and a farmhouse. All
were dark, the country folk apparently
had retired long since.

“Drive in here,” Orelle commanded.
“Stop in front of the gas pump.”

Hahn swung into the dusty areaway
beside the lone gasoline pump and cut
the motor of the car.

Orelle spoke again. “You wait here,”
he said, motio to Clarence and
Kowalezyk. “We'll go get this farmer
up. Now listen”—this aside to Hahn
—“when we get this gas, you for
it. And don’t try any funny stuff, see?”

Orelle and Hahn got out, the gun-
man walking slightly behind the dep-
uty in order to keep his gun trained
on the latter’s back. They pounded
on the farmhouse door.

Several minutes passed before the
door opened and a’man in his night-
shirt appeared. “You fellers do all
that poundin’? How y’ spect a man to
get any sleep this time of the night?”
he asked gruffly. :

Orelle poked the gun deeper into
Hahn’s back. ‘

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told the farmer. “Can you give us
some?” :

The farmer debated for several sec-
onds. Hahn and Orelle kept silent,
both: surveying him expectantly.

“Wait a minute. Come out in a min-.
ute.”

The farmer slammed the door and
disappeared within the dark house,
still bli to himself.

Hahn ho’ against hope that the

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farmer would have heard of the man-
hunt and would recognize them as sus-
pects. But the more he thought of it,
the more his hopes ebbed. is ‘was
far off the beaten path and almost in
the center of the blockade system. Un-
less the farmer had, by chance, heard
a radio report that evening, there was

little chance of his knowing of the

afternoon’s events.

Hahn and Orelle went back to the
car and waited. ,

It was several minutes before the
farmer shuffled out, tucking his night-
shirt into his hastily pulled-on pants.
He was still grumbling when he un-
locked the pump and dipped the noz-
zle into the tank.

“Fill ’er up,” Orelle called to him.

The farmer grunted a reply. Finally
he called out: “Fifteen gallons on the
nose.”

Hahn pulled out his billfold and
handed the farmer several bills.

“It’s okay,” Orelle interposed, being
careful to keep his gun out of sight.
“Let him keep the change for his
trouble. We’ll settle later. ;

Hahn noted the gunman’s shrewd-
ness, even to his last remark. He
climbed back into the car with Orelle
and drove off, leaving the farmer to
lock up his pump again. Apparently
a had made no effect on him.

he sight of Hahn’s billfold seemed
to give Orelle an idea. After they had
driven for a while, he ordered Hahn
and Kowalczyk to turn over their bill-
folds to him.

Kewalczyk complied. Hahn steered
with one hand while he fished his out
of his rear pocket. “Watch ’em while
I go through these,” Orelle told Clar-
ence.

With a flashlight, he scanned the
contents as he dumped them into his
lap. “Only + bucks between
’em,” he growled. Loudly, he cursed
the small “take.” re

Suddenly he stopped, an oath still
on his lips. “Well, I’ll be damned,
Clarence!” he exclaimed. “Some more
lousy cops who are looking for us.
These guys are coppers! Look at these
papers.” Without waiting for his
brother, he snarled: “Well, you found
us!”

HAs and Kowalczyk froze in their
seats. Now, what? The jig was
up. Their ace card had been trumped.
Each of jthem fully expected Dixon’s
fate now. Both of the brothers were
quiet, as if pondering this latest turn
of events.

Hahn’s thoughts speeded up. He
thought about running the car into the
ditch and of making a break for it.
But there was Kowalczyk. He couldn’t
leave thim to face the music. And his
chances weren’t too good, either. He
decided to let the events run their
course.

«Suddenly Orelle laughed, but as he
did so he prodded Hahn again with
his pistol to emphasize the fact that
he was still alert and ready for action.

“That’s ood!” he chuckled,
wickedly. “We got two cops right here
with us, Here’’—he tossed the billfolds
and papers back into the front seat—
“you might need these credentials.”

e laughed again.

From then on, Hahn and Kowalczyk
rode uneasily, expecting at any min-
ute for a command to halt and the
inevitable shots. Now the deputies
be what a one-way ride must feel

ike...

~But they drove on and on. An hour

later, State Roard 43 loomed up again.

“Go right across,” Orelle told Hahn.
“But take it easy until we see there’s
no blockade.”

They inched up to the highway. In
the distance a car’s headlights pierced
the darkness. “Wait for him to pass,”
Clarence said.

They sat quietly waiting while the
car bore down on them. It flashed by
at high speed.

“Now, hurry up and get across.”

The black sedan snaked its way into
Porter County. The farther west they
went, the more confident the brothers
became. It was near Valparaiso, In-
diana, that Orelle ordered Hahn to
stop again.

“This is it,” Hahn thought to him-
self, and new plans of making a break
ck the fatal shot raced through his

ead.

But Orelle had a different idea. He
calmly alighted and walked over to a
parked car. After several minutes’
work, he returned with the car’s li-
cense plates. He attached them to the
deputies’ car and they were off again.

hn marvelled at his coolness.

Kowalczyk looked at his watch and
noted it was just 3 a.m. when Orelle
commanded Hahn to stop again.
“Where are we now?” he asked Clar-
ence.

His brother consulted his road map.
“Almost to the State line. Guess this
is good enough,” he replied. “Get out,
you two.”

Hahn and Kowalezyk got out, fully
expecting death again.

Orelle took over the show at this
point. “Walk back the way we came,
with your hands up. And I said—
walk!”

The two deputies started to march.
Behind them they could hear Orelle’s

un click, and their feet became heav-
ler with each step. Hahn felt like turn-
ing and screaming: “Well, shoot! Get
it over with!”

But he went on with Kowalezyk—a
hundred feet, two hundred feet. Each
second seemed like an eternity. At
every step they expected a spine-shat-
ae bullet. Three hundred feet....

Still they walked, arms upraised.

Suddenly the car’s engine was
gunned and they took a chance at
whirling around. The sedan’ was
streaking away from them, and then
the road was empty and quiet—except
for themselves and the familiar night
sounds.

ERGEANT Robert VinZant, of the
Dunes Barracks, took the tele-
phone from his desk clerk.

“Who? Kowalczyk!” he repeated.
“Where are you? Are you okay?”

He listened intently for several min-
utes and then whirled’ to the radio
man.

“They let Hahn and Kowalezyk out
on U.S. 41, near Cook. They’re headed
toward Illinois, probably up toward
Chicago.”

Information and orders leaped from
the antenna into waiting receivers.
Dozens of patrol cars were pointed
oe Cook and headed in for the

ill.

At dawn, the killers were spotted
by Illinois troopers, but the officers,
armed only with service pistols, were
no match for the traveling arsenal.
Speeding along at 70 miles an hour,
the brothers calmly emptied burst
after burst of machine-gun fire into
the patrol car. It was riddled with
bullets, and the troopers were forced
off the road.

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The sheriff fired a burst into the
ditch, and then stared at his silent
gun. It had jammed. He yanked it
out of the hole and jerked at the
cocking lever. He leaned against the
right door to support his arm.

All three officers whirled as their
rear window crashed. Was someone
firing behind them?

Lane stared at the jagged pieces of
glass. “That shot didn’t come from
behind,” he muttered. “Look at the
edges of the glass. That shot came
from inside our car.”

Chief Witter said: “It’s that marks-
man in the ditch. He fired right
through our gun-hole in the wind-
shield. It’s lucky you were leaning
over to the right, Freeman, or that
shot would have got you.”

Another shot sang through the
windshield peep hole. Lane climbed
into the back seat, and he and Gilli-
land flopped to the floor as another
shot buzzed through the peephole.

Witter and Gilliland now ran for
the ditch. Sporadic firing continued,
but police and bandits kept their dis-
tance. The officers were willing to
wait, for they knew other squad cars
would soon be swarming to the scene.

THE polite were yen, 4 their am-
munition when they heard cars
approaching behind them. Lane ran
back to meet them.

All heads swung toward the bandit
car as Witter and Gilliland blasted
away. The Easton brothers had
leaped into their car, gunned it fur-
iously, and the sedan climbed onto the
cornstalks. But police fire had per-
forated the gas tank, and the car came
to an abrupt halt after a few hun-
dred feet.

The bandit brothers jumped from
their sedan and raced into the corn-
field, toward the farmyard of Byron
Warner. ;

Troopers swarmed through the
cornfield in mad pursuit, trying to
overtake the Eastons before they

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such murderous enmity toward me.”

Could this, then, have been purely
a wanton murder—a heinous crime
committed by some fiend whose only
motive was to kill? Could such a
callous killer now be roaming the
countryside seeking another inno-
cent victim for his smoking gun?

A guard from Raiford arrived with
three keen-nosed bloodhounds. They
were taken to the porch, made to
get the scent near where it was fig-
ured the killer had stood. They
strained up and down the path, sniff-
ing, whining. But after a half hour
of effort, the three sat down before
the guard and looked inquiringly up
at him.

“It’s useless,” the guard said. “They
have absolutely nothing to go on. If
we had a separate print of the killer’s
foot, then the dogs could get to work.
But here they have at least twenty
different scents and, see, they’re try-
ing to ask me which to follow.”

The heat of the day rose with the

62

NATIONAL DETECTIVE CASES

could reach the farmhouse. Once in
the farmhouse, the bandits would
have a fort in which they might hold
out for days, and the farm family
would be in deadly peril.

Sheriff: Lane and Indiana Trooper
Delvie Masterson had another idea.
They jumped into a car and tore east
along the mud road until they reached
a weed-grown lane leading south.
They pulled up in front of the War-
ner farmhouse. They raced west
from their parked car toward the
Warner barn, which stood north of
the farmhouse. West of the barn and
close to the cornfield sat the squat
corncrib. As Masterson and Lane ran,
they saw the Easton brothers pull up
behind the corh crib. Far behind
them the cornstalks waved as the
troopers lunged in pursuit.

Lane and the trooper took shelter
behind the southwest corner of the
barn, and opened fire on the corncrib
with their machine guns. Their stand
was strategic, because the brothers
would have to dash directly in front
of them in order to reach the farm-
house.

Slugs from a 30-30 whistled around
their ears,

“I don’t like that marksmanship,”
muttered Lane.

Then suddenly they were con-
fronted by an amazing spectacle. The
older bandit brother stepped boldly
from behind the corncrib, firing his
rifle from the hip, and marched di-
rectly toward the officers. The younger
brother, the left shoulder of his white
shirt stained with blood, tore across
the farmyard toward the kitchen door
of the house. es

Lane and Masterson grasped the
strategy. The older brother was try-
ing to keep them busy, while his

artner reached the shelter of the

ouse. Once inside, he could drive
Lane and Masterson around the barn,
while the older brother reached the
safety of the house.

Lane and Masterson elected the

stationary target, and, matching the
older brother’s boldness, stepped di-
rectly into his fire, raining machine
gun bullets toward him. If he went
down, they might still have time
to get the younger brother before he
reached the kitchen door.

For a long moment, Lane and Mas-
terson thought their chattering guns
were having no effect on the older
brother. Then they saw him jerk
back. His body bounced as slugs tore
into it, and slowly he began to fall,
still firing his repeating rifle from his

hip.

por and Masterson whirled im-
mediately.

Their Dullete kicked up dirt behind
the racing younger brother as he
bounded up the rear steps and
reached for the door. Another blast,
and the younger brother’s arms shot
high in the air. His rifle dropped. He
turned slowly and came back down
the steps.

Troopers poured from the cornfield.
They spotted the older brother lying
in front of the barn and raced to-
ward him. Blood spurted from a
jagged wound in his neck.

He glared up at them: “Don’t let
me die like this,” he snarled. “Put a
bullet through my head.”

In a few moments he was dead.

Police radios of three _ states
crackled. “To all officers engaged
in bandit hunt: Return to your sta-
tions. The gunmen have been ap-
prehended.”

Dixon died that afternoon in the
LaPorte hospital.

Orelle waived extradition, and was
returned to La Porte County the fol-
lowing day by Sheriff Joe Wolf and
James C. Powers.

Orelle was electrocuted January 13,
1939 in the Indiana State Prison at
Michigan City.

Ed Waters is a fictitious name, used
to protect the identity of a person
not criminally involved in this case.

“FIND A RED-HEADED WOMAN!”

(Continued from page 31)

Florida sun as the officers pondered
their next step.

A messenger arrived from Dr.
Adams who had just finished the
autopsy on Mrs. Roberts. The doctor
had succeeded in extracting four .32
calibre bullets from the corpse.

“Well, that’s that,” said Sheriff
Davis. “At least we know we have
to find a man with a .32 calibre gun!”

“That’s a large order, sheriff,” said
Adkins wryly.

Ho. large an order it really was,
the officers were soon to find
out. Grimly and doggedly, they went
to work, roving through both Gil-
christ and Alachua counties, stopping
at every last residence and the shacks
of the orange workers.

Two days after that tragedy-
fraught morning of March 12, 1937,
the police struck their first lead. A
man living on the outskirts of Bell
remembered having heard something

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“Who told you about it?” ques-
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The man scratched his head. ‘Well,
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but this fellow was saying he had a

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was Harris. Jim Harris, yeah. He
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“Thanks!” cried Adkins.

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Trenton with Chief Deputy Holloman
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young man, out on his land patching
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west from now on,” commanded

Clarence. “We're goin’ to get out of
this state. If we reach Chicago,
there’ll be plenty of tenements or
apartments to hide in.”

The car turned and twisted along
country lanes. At each intersection
now, even of minor roads, they re-
ceived a scare. In addition to state
police cars at the barricades, they
spotted squad cars of a dozen towns
and sheriffs’ offices. The car back-
tracked again and again. Hahn knew
his gas couldn’t last.

Shortly after midnight, Clarence
leaned forward and_ stared over
Hahn’s shoulder at the gas gauge.
He struck Hahn with the heel of his
hand. “Smart guy!” he snarled. “Pull
up at the next filling station.”

The blow angered Hahn—so much
he was almost tempted to reveal his
ace. He still had his pistol in his
shoulder holster under his coat! The
brothers had never guessed he and the
silent Kowalczyk were deputies. He
gritted his teeth and waited. Just one
chance—that’s all he asked.

They spotted a dark filling station
and Clarence ordered a halt. “We'll
fill some extra tins,” he said. ‘Keep
these fellows covered, Orelle, while
I dump our suitcases in the trunk.
Come across with the trunk key,
driver!”

Hahn handed over the keys. Clar-
ence was heard  poraags with the
lock, then he cried out. ahn knew
their secret was out.

Clarence returned to the front seat,
grinning. ‘You know what’s in that
trunk, Orelle? A bullet-proof vest,
machine gun, sawed-off shotgun _and
rifle. These guys are coppers! Frisk
’em, quick!”

Orelle’s deft fingers removed Hahn
and Kowalczyk’s pistols—and $35
from their pockets—while Clarence
taunted: ‘“You’ve found us, coppers!
What are you going to do?” His fe-
verish eyes danced.

Hahn expected that Dixon’s fate
would be theirs, but the curly-haired
brothers seemed amused.

Orelle took Hahn with him while
he hiked back up the road, awoke the
sleeping station attendant, and bought
fifteen gallons of gasoline with Hahn’s
money.

Dawn was tinting the eastern sky as
the coupe neared the Illinois state
line on U. S. 41, near Cook, Ind.

“State line ahead,” said Clarence,
pouring over his road map. “We
don’t want the federal men after us.
It’s time to get rid of these boys.”

Orelle jostled the deputies out of
the car, and clicked the hammer of his
pistol. “Turn your backs to me!” he
commanded.

Hahn and Kowalczyk swung about,

“Now march!” Orelle commanded.
“Back up the road.”

Hahn and Kowalczyk started walk-
ing. They heard the hammer of a
gun clicking, a reminder that the gun-
men were behind him. Cold sweat
stood out on Hahn’s forehead. Every
second he expected a spine-shatter-
ing explosion.

He and Kowalczyk kept marching
until they heard their car roar. Hahn
half turned. The car was fast dis-
appearing to the west.

Ga ERCE VIN ZANT grabbed the
jangling ‘phone. “Kowalczyk!” he
cried when he heard the voice.
“You're safe! Where did they leave
you off? Quick, man!”

Vin Zant listened, then barked into

his inter-office dictaphone: “Get this,
Radio! Kowalczyk and Hahn were
just dropped off near Cook on U. S.
41. The gunmen. are headed into
Illinois.”

Radio Operator Jake Spade whirled
to his mike. “Attention all cars!
Gunmen dumped off Kowalczyk and
Hahn at Cook on U.S. 41.... Unit 14,
go to Ind. 2 and U.S. 41.... Unit
44, patrol U. S. 41 between Cook and
Belshaw. .. .”

Illinois Troopers William Glenney
and Forest Gray, in the van of Illinois
squad cars speeding toward Cook,
spotted an approaching black coupe
as dawn burst in the eastern sky
while they were between Wilming-
ton, Ill., and Cook.

hey slowed, identified the car and
occupants, then whirled in pursuit and
‘opened fire.

They saw a man lean from the
right front window of the car ahead,
train a machine gun on them, and saw
yellow blasts of fire. The squad car
oe sputtered and died as nineteen
bullet holes perforated the hood and
motor. Glenney jumped out and raced
to a farmhouse telephone.

DON’T DELAY

DO IT NOW!

“There’s another Illinois state police
car — ahead!” Orelle warned.
“Take to this side road, Clarence.”

Clarence swung, and the car
bounced and swayed behind screen-
ing bushes. Then began the long
game of hide-and-seek, with the
Easton brothers working northwest
by devious routes, racing and back-
trackin when they encountered
blockades even’at country crossroads.

“State police cars everywhere!”
Orelle cried. “How did they all get
around us so fast? This never hap-
pened in Wisconsin.”

“These cars have radios,” Clarence
replied: “Whenever one of them spots
us, he flashes word to the whole
swarm.”

Two and a half hours after their
gun battle with Glenney and Gray,
Clarence noticed the gasoline gauge
was again low. “One of those shots
must have nicked our tank,” he said.
“We'll have to grab the -first car we
pass.”

At 7:22, three miles east of Wil-
mington, they swerved sharply in
front of an auto driven by a local

‘farmer, Shoving the farmer into the

rear seat, they commandeered his
car. Wide-eyed farmhands standing
in the fields gaped at the kidnapping.

“I think those farmers saw us,”
Orelle said. His voice quavered a
little.

“What of it?” Clarence snapped.
“We can still shoot our way out of
any scrape. Don’t forget what Niet-
zsche said.”

N hour later the brothers had
worked their way south of Wil-
mington, then west, but had met so
many. barricades they were back-
tracking toward Indiana when Ser-
geant Arthur Bayer of the Illinois
state police spotted them.

Bayer ‘fired at the farmer’s car with
his service pistol.

Orelle retaliated with rifle fire from
the rear window. Bayer leaped from
his stalled car, another victim of the
youth’s deadly marksmanship, and
hastened to a ‘phone.

Turning and twisting and sliding
along the wet country roads, the
Easton brothers in another hour found
themselves lurching through gumbo
near DeSelm, Ill. Their car was
pointed eastward, and they believed
they were south of the manhunt.

“Tf we can get to the mining coun-
_try in Indiana Orelle stopped
suddenly as the car’s wheels slipped
off the edge of the ruts and spun
futilely in gumbo.

“We're stuck!” Clarence yelled.
“Orelle, get out and push for all you're
worth,”

Orelle’s feet slipped on the clay as
he tried to shove. Although he told
himself he was a superman, his knees
felt weak. Then Clarence forced the
farmer behind the wheel of the mo-
tionless car while he aided Orelle.
They on armfuls of tall corn-
stalks from fields on both side of the
road, and put them under the straining
wheels.

They were pushing against the rear
of the car when small pellets stung
their backs. Then there was the dis-
tant boom of a shotgun.

The youths whirled. Back up the
road stood an armored police car, its
wheels spinning in the muck. It had
crept up on them during their fren-
zied pushing. From a hole in its bul-
letproof windshield, a shotgun jutted.

Clarence and Orelle sprang into
their car for their rifles, and the
farmer flopped to the floor. Orelle
scuttled into the cornfield to the
south, beyond which stood a big barn,
house and corncrib. Orelle began
firing from the field, while Clarence
drew deadly aim through the rear
window.

A rifle slug shattered but failed to
penetrate the police car windshield.
Involuntarily, its three Hoosier oc-
cupants ducked. They were Police
Chief A. C. Witter and Captain
Charles H. Gilliland, in a Valparaiso,
Ind., squad car, and with them was
Sheriff Freeman Lane of Porter
County.

These three were not part of the
blockade system, but were free-lanc-
ing. They had poured over an Illi-
nois road map and then picked what
route the Eastons might take if they
were trying to escape south through
the blockade and get back into In-
diana. Their strategy had brought a
windfall for them, but had carried
them far from their mates.

Witter barked into his radio, giving
directions as well as he could to the
Dunes barracks in Indiana.

Sheriff Lane reached forward with
his machine gun as Gilliland with-
drew his shotgun from the windshield.

“The range is too great for this
shotgun,” Gilliland said.

Lane climbed into the front seat,
while the captain dropped into the
rear. The sheriff's tommygun chat-
tered, and the officers saw the gun-
man who had hidden in the car dive
into the south ditch

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it 4 o’clock. The girls
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promising that he
the girl. “Give me
olmates. We’ll start

brunette, with wavy
weighed 125 pounds,

vning first. She. said
theatre about 4:30.
of others, however,
pointment. She had
:15. Everybody was
girls recalled seeing
much attention and

isenhut. His first
ar puzzling murders

weren’t sure who was at the wheel. They hadn’t noticed
whether it was a man or a woman. :
Nobody had seen Phyllis after that. Though an inten-

sive search was made during the next three days, no

trace of her could be found. Seemingly, she had driven
away from the theatre and.had vanished.

Four days later,.on August 8th, two brothers, Glen and
Wybourn Fouks, went hunting just outside Fort Wayne.
Early that afternoon they were walking. along the Ditch
Road, when Glen noticed a woman’s shoe lying beside the
road. The shoe was almost new—not the kind that would
be thrown away.

Wybourn looked beyond the. shoe and saw a woman’s
umbrella. Both men glanced at the field bordered by a
barbed-wire fence. Stuck in one of the. barbs was a torn
piece of a woman’s dress. The brothers crawled between
the wire strands, and just inside the field, they found the
other shoe. Clinging to some bushes was part of a woman’s
slip. The brothers went deeper into the field, finding a
white scarf, a black purse and a brown-and-white dress.
There was blood on the dress. :

The brothers pushed on through the bushes until they
came to an open space. There, sprawled on the ground,
was the nude body of a girl. The body was partly de-

composed. The forehead was a mass of dried blood that’

had seeped into the tangled dark hair. Brown spots and
ugly gashes on the body attested the violent beating that
had been inflicted on the girl before she died. ;

The brothers hurried to the nearest phone to call the
Fort Wayne police. Even before he had reached the scene,
Stumpf was convinced that the body was that of Phyllis
Conine.

While Coroner Mendenhall examined the body, the chief
and: Sheriff Adams had their men search the big field.
They did a thorough job and they found one item. It was a
dirty, grease-stained trench coat that: probably had been
worn by the killer. There was one bloodstain, but no iden-
tification marks. The size was 36, which is most common.
Stumpf ordered the coat to be handled carefully and
taken to Fort Wayne for laboratory examination.

The girl’s purse, which lay near the body, yielded no
clues. There was no money. The change purse, carried
by most women, was missing.

The coroner finished his examination and said.that the

, girl had been severely beaten over the head and strangled.

Her skull had been fractured, and this undoubtedly ,was
the cause of death.

A thorough scrutiny of the ground failed to reveal any
spot where there had been a struggle. Apparently the girl
had been murdered somewhere else and her body brought
here for concealment. A puzzling aspect, however, was the
fact that the various articles of clothing had been strewn
in what amounted to a trail from the road to the cléaring.

The only answer to this appeared to be that the killer, »

having torn the girl’s garments off during the assault, had
gathered them up when he picked up the girl’s body and
had dropped them without realizing it as he went through
the field. This indicated that the body had ‘been brought
there in darkness.

The autopsy revealed that the skull fracture had killed

‘the girl. The neck was so swollen that it was impossible
» to determine what had been used -to strangle her. Prob-

ably the killer had used his bare hands.
Laboratory analysis of the coat definitely connected it

‘with the orime. Particles of powder found on it matched

the kind used by the victim.
The grief-stricken parents said that Phyllis never got in

a car with a strange man. If she had actually entered the
car in front of the theatre, the driver must have been

someone she knew. - They said that she always carried a
coin purse and that she had about two dollars in it the
day she disappeared.

The officers continued searching the vicinity. of the field,
and along the highway about a mile and a half from the
place where the body was dis- (Continued on page 88)

THE MAN WHO
WANTED MERCY

Mes EVA LUTIER was a cautious widow. Her cash
Savings, bits of jewelry 4nd insurance policies
amounted to no more than $11,000. No self-respecting
swindler would waste his time on her as a target.
Besides, if ever she needed financial advice, she had
only:to summon her trusted friend, William J. Madden,

‘former chief of police of Leonia, New Jersey, now re-

tired at the age of fifty-two.

His idea of security, he had confided to the widow,
was to build a small house on his holdings in the purple
Arizona hills.

Mrs. Lutier liked the idea too. But when he asked
her to be his wife, the difference in their ages dis-
turbed the widow. She was well past sixty. Madden
assured her that this was of no consequence.

He was eager to begin building their home, and
because she wished to participate, she supplied him
with $10,000 he needed for building material... .

Mrs. Lutier was destitute when friends came to her
rescue. She hadn’t heard from the chief. Inquiries
at Leonia revealed that Madden had not been long in
office, nor had he been competent. Moreover, he
owned no land in Arizona.

Madden was in Ridgefield, New Jersey, when he was
arrested. He hired a lawyer to explain that he had
only “borrowed” the money. On May 23rd, 1951, be-
fore Judge Irving S. Reeve, he pleaded non vult—no
defense—throwing himself on the court’s mercy.

“Have you been in communication with Mrs. Lutier

» recently?” inquired the judge.

The defendant assured the judge that he had been
in constant touch with the widow and had promised
restitution, the terms of repayment being a detail.

“If you had been in constant touch with the com-
plainant,” the judge informed him, “you would have
known that she was brought to the Paterson General
Hospital on May 15th and died there of poison, by. her
own hand. She left a note addressed to you, Madden,
as follows: ‘I am doing this because of what you did
to me.’”

Judge Reeves then pronounced sentence: “Two to
three years at hard labor.”

If Madden had known of the suicide before coming
to court, he could have changed his plea to “Not
Guilty.” Without the complaining witness to give
testimony, he could not have been convicted and the
$10,000 would have been his. He would be a free man.

—David Redstone

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26

daughter, Wilhelma, “Billie,” who worked on the day
shift at a war plant, had left work at 4:30. She had tele-
phoned her mother that she was going shopping with a
friend, then was going to a social-club hall, where she
coached a drill team. Billie, Mrs. Haaga explained, had for
a few years been a vaudeville actress.

The woman with whom she was to shop called Mrs.
Haaga about 6 o’clock to say that Billie had failed to keep
the appointment and that she had not shown up at the hall.
Worried, Mrs. Haaga called all of Billie’s close friends, but
none of them had seen her. When several hours had passed
and she had. heard nothing from her daughter, she had
decided to call the police.

Told of the unidentified woman who had been brought
into the hospital, Mrs. Haaga and her other daughter,

Adeline, hurried to the girl’s bedside, where they tear-

fully identified her. Billie was still in a coma.

The following morning, after she had regained some
composure, Mrs. Haaga was questioned by Stumpf. She
said that Billie had no enemies, that she was one of the
most popular girls in town. Billie had gone to work in a
war plant two years before because of the high wages.
She had numerous friends, both men and women, but
had not been involved in any serious romance. Mrs.
Haaga could think of no motive for the assault.

Further inquiry among the girl’s friends confirmed all
that Mrs. Haaga had told Stumpf. Billie was in constant
demand for parties, dances and plays, in which she often
appeared and which she sometimes directed.

At the war plant, the officers found several employees
who had left at 4:30 with Billie and who recalled bidding
her good night. One man said that he had watched her
get into a car that was headed toward the South River
Road. He thought a man had been driving, but he
wasn't sure. He hadn’t noticed’ what kind of car it was,
except that it was an old one, probably a 1931 or 1932
model.

The detectives continued the questioning and found two

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to die shortly after this
pathetic photo was taken

others, both women, who had seen the girl step into the
car. Both had noticed that a man had been driving. One of
them was sure that the car was a Buick.

Mrs. Haaga could offer no explanation for this. She
said that Billie never went riding with strange men. And
none of her friends had an old Buick. “It must have been
somebody she knew,” the mother said. ‘Maybe some ac-
quaintance at the factory.”

Stumpf set officers to work at once, obtaining the names
of all persons in and around Fort Wayne who owned
1931 and 1932 Buick sedans. A thorough check was made
among the factory workers, but none owned a car
similar to the one in which Billie had taken the fatal ride.

Other officers went back to South River Road and made
a more thorough search by daylight. They found no other
evidence of value. There were tire marks, but these were
too vague to be identified. The girl’s purse was still miss-
ing and the detectives failed to turn it up.

Meanwhile, the men who had been assigned to question-
ing people who owned 1931 and 1932 Buick sedans found
that each of these was able to prove that he had not been
near the attack scene.

Known sex offenders, ex-convicts and men with police
records were picked up and questioned. But as each was
able to give a satisfactory account of his movements, he
was released.

Billie Haaga remained in a coma, with detectives con-
stantly at her bedside, ready to question her the moment
she regained consciousness. But she never rallied, and at
9:45 on the morning of February 5th, she died.

On February 28th, a nine-year-old boy playing beside
the road almost two miles from the scene of the struggle,
found Billie’s purse. It contained the usual assortment of
feminine articles, but no clues to the killer’s identity. A
wallet, which Mrs. Haaga said the girl invariably carried.
was missing. This had contained about $20 that Billie had
expected to use on her shopping tour.

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Both the purse and the wallet were sent to the FBI, but
the report came back that neither carried fingerprints.
Nor did analysis reveal anything else that,would be help-
ful. The police continued their investigation, but they
found no clues at all to the killer’s identity.

On May 22nd, nearly four months after the crime, the
murder was still unsolved. At about 2 o’clock that after-
noon, Mrs. Irene Kuzeff called police headquarters and
reported frantically that her stepdaughter, Anna Kuzeff,
‘was missing. Anna worked on the night shift of an electric-
company plant. She had left home at 10 o’clock the night
before to go to work.

As she often did, Anna had walked, taking a short cut
through a field. She had failed to come home that morn-
ing, and Mrs. Kuzeff had called the company. Anna had
not reported for work. Then Mrs. Kuzeff had called all the
girl’s close friends. None of them had seen her.

“She never stays away from home without telling me,”

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struggling for her life

Mrs. Kuzeff concluded. “I’m afraid something has hap-
pened to her.”
The desk sergeant made a note of the description:

‘Black hair, black eyes, piquant features, a ready smile.

Less than an hour after he had hung up, there was another
call. Glenn Timmis reported in an excited voice that he
had gone to a school to pick up his son. On the way home
they had passed an open field. Near a log, he had seen the
figure of a woman. She was dead.

Chief Stumpf summoned Lieutenant Axt, Sergeant Smith
and others, and they hurried to the spot described by
Timmis. They found the girl, her long dark hair framing
her pretty face, now waxen in death. She lay face up on
the grassy field and her almost nude body was a welter
of cuts and bruises, though her face had been untouched.

Coroner Mendenhall bent to examine the body and found
an ugly purple mark on the neck. “She was strangled,” he
said. “Those other bruises wouldn’t have been enough to
kill her.” Closer inspection indicated that a rope had been
looped around the girl’s neck.


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28

About-25 feet from the log, which was near the road-
side, detectives found the spot where the girl had strug-
gled for her life. Grass had been trampled and, in bare
patches of earth, there were footprints of a man and a
woman. Vague prints made by a man’s shoes led off across
the field toward the road.

The girl’s clothing, had been ripped almost from her ~

body and the tattered garments clung to her by only a
few shreds. Near the log, the detectives found the lunch
she had packed to take to work and her purse, both un-
opened. The purse contained a lipstick and other feminine
articles, a few coins, but nothing unusual. A few feet
away, they found a black pocket-comb with the word
Pro-Co-Pox stamped on it, and a belt buckle.

Since the purse apparently hadn’t been opened, it seemed
likely that the comb belonged to the assailant. It was a
common type, usually carried by men. No buckles were
missing from the girl’s clothing and that, too, it was con-
jectured, probably had been lost by the killer.

Mrs. Kuzeff viewed the body and sorrowfully identified
it. “Anna said some man had tried to molest her,” she
told the chief. “He tried to pick her up in his car and
wouldn’t leave her alone until she threatened to call the
police.”

“Did she know the man?” Stumpf asked.

“No. She said he was a stranger.”

“Do you remember when this happehed?”

“Tt was about a week ago. Anna told me about it as soon
as it happened.”

Mrs. Kuzeff said that Anna had never carried a pocket
comb. Nor did any of her garments have a buckle similar
to the one the officers had found. Questioned. further, Mrs.
Kuzeff said that Anna had had no enemies, that she had
been a very popular girl. She had had a number of boy
friends, but she had not been serious about any one in
particular.

Stumpf sent his men to check with her friends. When
this failed to produce a worth-while lead, the chief ordered

a cross check. The detectives questioned male friends of
both Billie Haaga and Anna Kuzeff, on the chance that
one of them might have known both girls. This didn’t
turn up anything tangible, either.

The two murders caused panic among the women of
Fort Wayne, particularly those working on the midnight
shift at the war plants. The factories needed all the help
they could get, but the girls working at night began to quit
rather than risk walking along the streets. This situation
was partly alleviated by a detail of extra police assigned
to patrol the more deserted sections an hour before and
after midnight.

Though Stumpf and the other detectives, worked tire-
lessly, they failed to find any more evidence or a suspect.

The killer was still at large on August 4th. At about 9
o’clock that’evening, B. E. Conine came to police headquar-
ters to report that his daughter, Phyllis, a seventeen-year-
old high-school student, was missing.

She had had a date to meet her best friend, Harriet
Browning, in downtown Fort Wayne at 4 o’clock. The girls
had planned to attend a movie. But Phyllis had failed to
keep the appointment. When this had been reported to
the girl’s parents, they had started phoning other friends
of Phyllis. None of them had seen her.

Stumpf tried to reassure Conine, promising that he
would do everything possible to find the girl. “Give me
her description and a list of her schoolmates. We’ll start
checking.”

Conine said that his daughter was a brunette, with wavy
dark hair that was rather heavy. She weighed 125 pounds,
and was five feet seven inches tall.

The officers questioned Harriet Browning first. She said
she had been late, arriving at the theatre about 4:30.
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revealed that Phyllis had kept the appointment. She had
been seen in front of the theatre at 4:15. Everybody was
positive that she hadn’t gone in. Two girls recalled seeing
her leave in a car. They hadn’t paid much attention and

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Lobaugh repeated his motive for the
confessions—that he wanted to prove to
his wife that he was a big-shot.

His petition to Judge Schannen for a
new hearing was denied. But he got a
stay of execution, until December, 1948.

Came November, and Lobaugh was
still in the Death House. It looked as
if his turkey would be cooked in time
for Christmas.

HEN Police Chief Lester Eisenhut

of Fort Wayne learned something
new. It was a hint, a rumor, but he
sent Detectives Howard Walker and
Bernard Garmire to Denver, Colorado,
to track it down. En route, they stopped
in Memphis, Tennessee, and picked up
Carl Preuss who voluntarily accom-
panied them.

In a Denver grocery store, Preuss
pointed to the clerk behind the counter.
He was the civilian who had been in
the alley with him ‘almost four years
before, he said. Ralph Lobaugh was not.

The suspect denied it. He was Harold
Langston, former Fort Wayne druggist.
But he could not deny that he’d been
arrested several times for assaults on
women, and finally had been ordered
to leave town. Langston was extradited
to Fort Wayne.

There, Mrs. Knight, who had been
steadfastly identifying Ralph Lobaugh
for two and a half years, now identified
Langston. She’d been mistaken about
Lobaugh, she said.

This may have been bad news to
Langston, but it was good news to Lo-
baugh. While Langston was being’ in-
dicted for the murder of Dorothea
Howard, the Supreme Court of Indiana,
on the basis of his identification, granted
Lobaugh a new trial.

Langston was administered the truth -
serum by Dr. Edwin Coats, Assistant
Superintendent of the ‘state insane asy-
lum, who had previously administered
it to Lobaugh. While supposedly under

its influence, Langston denied the How! '.

ard murder. Nevertheless, his trial.was '
set for April 22, 1949,

UT Lobaugh appeared to be un-

happy with his new-found good ‘
luck. On April 2nd, he threw away his
second chance for a jury trial, cast him-
self on the tender mercy of Governor
Henry F. Schricker.. The latter granted
him another stay of execution. Bae

Two weeks later, Langston was found ! |

guilty of murder in the second degree,
and was sentenced to life imprisonment.
He went to Indiana State Prison to join
Ralph Lobaugh, although not, of course,
in the Death House.

Thus, the state now had two men in
prison for the murder of Dorothea «
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ND there matters stood—but not ‘for > * ~

long. If Indiana officials thought
they had cleared up the confusing mess,
they were badly mistaken. On August
17th of that year, Mrs. Jean Bell, nine-
ten-year-old farmwife living near Fort’
Wayne, answered a knock at her door.

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‘ “Is your husband at home?” the man
at the door asked.

“No, he isn’t,” Mrs. Bell replied.

Before. she could move, the man
wrapped a leather belt around her neck,
pulled it tight till she lost consciousness.

When she came to, he was i 8 her
out of his car. She was in front of her
house, and her eyes and body ached ‘all
over. She knew that she'd been criminal-
ly assaulted.

As the car pulled away, Mrs. Bell re-
tained enough wit to take the’ license
number. She phoned the police.

An hour later, Patrolmen Leonard
Scrogham and William Bollman arrived
at the home of Franklin Click, a farm-
worker, to whom the license. had been
traced,

Obviously perturbed by their arrival,
Mrs, Click said that her husband was
in bed.

“We'll. get him up,” Scrogham said.

Click lay there, looked at them ques-

— tioningly.

“Get dressed,” Bollman ordered, and

Click complied, reluctantly.

A’ police headquarters, Click denied
the Bell assault. Mrs. Bell picked
him out of a line-up. Click’s wife hired
Robert Buehler to defend him.
Meanwhile, Fort Wayne officers
couldn't help noting the similarity be-
tween the attack on Jean Bell. and the
.murder of Anna Kuzeff. In both cases
a belt, presumably a man’s, had been
used to subdue the victims, But Click
would admit nothing.
Click was indicted for the Bell attack,
while. Eisenhut investigated his back-
-ground, Click had been arrested twice
' for car theft, had no record for as-
saults on women. He was thirty years
old and the father ‘of five children, and
_ appeared to be a devoted family man.

. HEN Eisenhut uncovered another

astonishing fact. By what was either
a most remarkable coincidence or proof
of a grim injustice to Ralph Lobaugh,
it was discovered that Franklin Click
had lived next™door to Anna Kuzeff at
the time that she was murdered. —

He submitted to a lie-detector test,
ostensibly in connection with the attack
on Jean Bell. His answers showed him
guilty. But when the police tried to ask
questions about Kuzeff, he refused to

answer,: i ‘
While he was awaiting trial for: the

Bell’ assault—for which the most he
“could draw was life—Click asked to send
for his wife and Robert, Buehler. For
half an’ hour they conferred privately.
Mrs. Click emerged and went directly
to the: office of Chief Eisenhut. She
handed him two sheets of paper. One
read: Sed :

* “My. dear wife: ’

"Tl want. you to be the first to know
and learn from-my own lips that | am
a murderer. | am the one and the only
one guilty and .the only one that mur-
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* Phyllis Conine.

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n the alley. Her
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having been in-
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civilian remained
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ly guilt in the
nained at large.

aused death.

Miraculously, there were no more mur-

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wo. years and ‘three months ‘after
the Howard killing, on the morning
of June 10, 1947, a black-haired, , agi-
tated young man staggered up to the
desk sergeant.at Kokomo, Indiana, po-
lice headquarters, fifty miles from ’Fort

Wayne. “I just had a fight with ‘my .

wife,” he said. “Lock me up. before I -

kill her.”’

“Go home and sleep it off,” the desk
sergeant advised.’ '

“TI kill her,” the young man warned.
“I’ve already killed three women if
Fort Wayne.”

‘The desk sergeant peered at the man
hard. The officer -knew of the three
Fort Wayne killings, and whether this
was the alcohol or the actual killer
talking, he couldn’t afford to take a

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chance. The sergeant locked the young

man up and notified the Fort Wayne
and Allen County police.

They came on the double—Captain
Alfred Figel, head of the Fort Wayne
detective squad; Detective-Lieutenant
Chester Axt and Sergeant Horace Smith.
They rushed the young man to the
Allen County jail, and pumped him
with. questions.

He was Ralph Lobaugh, he said, a
punch-press operator. And he was peri-
odically overcome with the urge to kill.
He had met Billie Haaga in a tavern,
and had taken her for.a ride. When
she resisted his loving nature, he beat her
up and threw her out of the car.

Of the Anna Kuzeff murder he said,
“I got the urge again, a few months
later. I took a piece of rope and sat
on a log, smoking cigarettes. A woman
came by. I hooked a line around her
and dragged her into a field. I lost my
belt-buckle and comb there.” |

The information ,that a belt-buckle
and-comb were found near Anna’s body
had been in the newspapers,’ and the

police began to suspect that Lobaugh ,

was a psychopathic liar. —
They took him to the field: He point-

ed to some irrigation pipes and said, _

“These had not been erected that night.
They were lying right over there, on the
ground.”

That was true. And how else would
Lobaugh be likely to know if he was
not Anna (Continued on page 64)

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in jail. With him is Sheriff H. Zeis.

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Kuzeff's attacker? ,They took him to
downtown Fort Wayne, to the area of
the Howard’ murder. '

Lobaugh had trouble identifying the.
alley. He said, “It was covered with ©
cinders that night.”

That was true, too, It had since been
paved with crushed stone,

‘The police were really impressed.

. They ‘sent to Memphis, Tennessee, for

ex-private Carl Preuss. He had since
been honorably discharged. from the
service,

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Howard and himself. So did Mrs. Lola
Knight, the ex-madam.

OUR days after his surrender, Lo-

baugh retracted his confession. He
had been married just three weeks to
his third wife, he said. They had had
a lovers’ quarrel. He had gone out
and gotten drunk, decided to show her
he was a big-shot. He, therefore, con-
fessed the murders.

The police ‘weren’t buying any. But
they had to make sure, They took
Lobaugh ta Chicago, where Leonard
Keeler, noted polygraph expert, quizzed
him with the lie-detector. Lobaugh’s
answers indicated he was guilty of all
three murders. So he re-confessed.

But Lobaugh retracted his confessions
the next day. He was returned .9 Fort
Wayne, still protesting his innocence.

The suspect hired Robert Buehler,
noted Fort Wayne criminal lawyer, to
defend him. He was indicted on three
counts of first-degree murder, and trial
was set for December, 1947.

N the morning of October 27th,
Oiiceccn sent for Sheriff Harold
Zeis in the Allen County jail. “I want
you to get me before 4. judge as fast
as you can,” he said. “I want to waive
trial. I want. to plead guilty. I want to
throw myself on the mercy of the
court.” ' :

Buehler tried to talk his client out of
the guilty plea. But Lobaugh went be-
fore Circuit Court Judge William H.
Schannen the next morning and pleaded
guilty. Judge Schannen promptly sen-
tenced him to die in the electric chair
on the following February Ist. Lobaugh
was transférred to the Death House in
Indiana State Prison. Two days later,
he again retracted his confession. _

The cons in Allen County jail had
been smuggling in dope from the out-
side, Lobaugh said. Feeding it to him.
They'd gotten the idea that he'd squealed
on them and threatened to mutilate him.
Under the circumstances, he had de-
cided the Death House was safer. After
all, he could always change his plea.
He put in a bid for clemency.

Governor Ralph E. Gates turned the
plea down. Despite the obvious fact
that Lobaugh was a psychopathic liar, it
was impossible to ignore his intimate
knowledge of the murders.

UT Lobaugh’s pathetic plight had
B earned him friends, or at least,
sympathizers. One of these was Deputy
Warden L. C,: Schmuhl at the state
pen. It is part of Schmuhl’s job to talk
with condemned men, and he soon be-
came convinced that there was a rea-
sonable doubt as to Lobaugh’s guilt.
Three weeks before his scheduled execu-
tion, Schmuhl succeeded in having Lo-
baugh returned to Fort Wayne ‘for
further tests.

They gave him the works—a lie-de-
tector, handwriting analysis, and for the

. first time in Indiana history, a sodium

pentathol or “truth serum” test.
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the lowliest rookie in the Fort Wayne
police department, this was an almost
impossible snafu in an already com-
plicated case. Nevertheless, there was
nothing to do but try and check on
Click, to compare his knowledge of
the murders with Ralph Lobaugh’s.
Since the latter had never confessed the
Conine case, and Harold Langston had
confessed the Howard murder only,
Click was in no competition with them
on these two. But how did his confes-
sion of the Haaga and Kuzeff killings
compare with Lobaugh’s?

They contained no greater knowledge
of detail than had Lobaugh’s. But
weighed against this was the tremendous
coincidence of Click’s living next door
to Anna Kuzeff at the tuume of her
murder.

There was also a powerful coincidence
in the murder of Billie Haaga. At the
time, Click had been employed in an
adjoining war plant on the same street.
Under ordinary circumstances, Click
would have been at work at the hour
that Billie Haaga left her job and was
last seen. But a check of the time cards
showed that Click had not worked that
day. Had he cruised around in 4 car,
picked up Billie when she. left her
plant? Or was he merely repeating what
he had read in the newspapers, anxious
to obtain the reward money?

Eisenhut’ took Click out to the area
of the Conine murder, and Click located
almost the exact spot where the body
had been found. He said he had’ picked
her up that afternoon in a car he'd
stolen, and had driven her out into the
country. Eisenhut asked him about the
trench coat.

“It was in the car when I stole it,”
Click said. He then related another
fact which settled all doubt that he
had killed Phyllis Conine, no matter
what his guilt and motive for confessing
the Haaga and Kuzeff murders.

When he was returning to Fort
Wayne after the murders, the stolen car
had been spotted by the police, he said,
who gave chase. He had managed suc-
cessfully to elude them by driving at
high speed, but had cracked up the car.

His account checked almost exactly
with the report of two police officers
who had chased a stolen car that after-
noon, and later found it wrecked. The
police report had never been published
in the papers, and there was no way
that Click could have obtained this
knowledge second-hand. The police had
never linked the two events, because
Phyllis Conine’s body had not been
found until two days later.

LICK, who had meanwhile been sen-
tenced to life for the Bell attack,

was brought to trial on November 28,
1949, for the murder of Phyllis Conine.
Buehler, Click’s attorney, revealed that
the defendant had taken truth serum
tests, on September 6th, administered
by Coats, and that they revealed him
innocent of the Bell attack and the
three murders. It was apparent that the
jury did not take this evidence seriously,
because they convicted Click of first-
degree murder on December ist. He was
sentenced to be electrocuted on March
27, 1950.

On the fourth of January, the Su-
preme Court of Indiana reversed the con-
viction of Harold Langston for the
Howard murder. He was granted a new
trial on the grounds that four hours had
elapsed between the time he was seen
with Dorothea Howard and the time her
nude, beaten body had been found in
the same alley. Because it was a tough
community and Mrs. Howard was in a
very intoxicated condition, the court be-
lieved it possible that someone else
might have killed her in the inter-
vening four hours. Langston was granted
a new trial on the grounds of insufficient
evidence.

But the district attorney's office had
no new evidence to submit. The charges
against Harold Langston were dis-
missed, and he returned to Denver, a
free man,

On the basis of Click’s conviction and
the postponement of his execution on
March 8, 1950, until October 17, 1950,
Ralph Lobaugh received his tenth stay
of execution until November 26th. In
granting this stay, Governor Henry F.
Schricker said, “I think these crimes are
the most sordid messes in the history of
Indiana. They present the most involved
and tangled legal problems on record.”

Thus, Lobaugh and Click appeared to
be vying to be first in the race to the
electric chair, although Lobaugh was not
admitting his guilt quite so readily these
days. He already had changed his plea
eight times,

Lobaugh received his eleventh stay of
execution to May 1951, and Franklin
Click, although he received another stay
till December 30th, 1950, won the race.
He was electrocuted on that date.

HERE was no doubt that Click had

attacked Jean Bell and murdered
Phyllis Conine. Lobaugh had intimate
knowledge of the circumstances of the
Haaga, Kuzeff and Howard murders.
But these were weighed against the re-
markable coincidence of Click’s living
next to Anna Kuzeff. Of his working
next to Billie Haaga. And why had
Mrs. Lola Knight and Carl Preuss, so
positive at first in their identification
of Lobaugh in the Howard case, changed
their identification to Harold Langston?
Beyond any doubt whether or not Lo-
baugh was a murderer, he was: most
certainly a pycshopathic liar. For one
thing, after two and a half years of
steadfastly denying the Conine mur-
der, he had confessed it five days after
Click’s conviction. His reason, he said,
was that he didn’t want to see an inno-
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issued under Kidder’s name. The Indiana University copy,
which must be presumed to be a second edition, records
that, through the agency of friends, Dahmen inserted a
“certificate” in the New Albany Chronicle which repudiated
Kidder’s work. Kidder mentions this in the copy at hand
in order to present a letter from Judge Seth Woodruff, who
presided at the trial, which attests the authority and re-
liability of Kidder’s biography. Woodruff’s letter, which is
dated July 4, states:

Since a certificate signed by Dahmen has been published,’ stating
that the declarations and confessions made by him and contained in
Mr, Kidder’s pamphlet were mere idle stories, not founded in fact,
I have, at Dahmen’s special request heard him in prison relate the
story and adventures of his whole life not ten days before his execu-
tion; all of which he solemnly declared to me were facts.®

This certainly indicates that Kidder had issued an
earlier pamphlet or book—while Dahmen was still alive. The
revision in the form of the copies which have survived was
apparently made after Dahmen’s execution in order to pro-
vide additional copies for the market and to include Wood-
ruff’s rebuttal to Dahmen’s attack on its first appearance.

What is most unclear about Woodruff’s letter is that
he wrote on July 4, two days before Dahmen was hanged, as
though the execution were a fait accompli. That Dahmen
was not executed until July 6, is established elsewhere in the
book and is substantiated by the records which are available
today at the Floyd County Court House at New Albany.°®
On the verso of the title page, the book carries a notice that
it was registered with the Clerk of the District of Indiana
on June 27, 1821, ten days before the final events which it
describes took place. This is of no signifance, however, for
it was common practice before the present copyright laws
were passed for authors to protect themselves by filing a
statement of intention to write and publish rather than by

filing a copy of the finished publications.

? Files of the New Albany Chronicle at the American Antiquarian
Society and the Indiana State Library, both of which are incomplete,
show no appearance of such a “certifica MP tte cas he

8 Reuben Kidder, The Life and Adventures of Jokn Dakmen... <<
(Jeffersonville, Indiana, 1821), 19. : pets . ‘

9 Flord County Circuit Court. Book A, p. 496. (This information "+

was sapplied by Oda L, Pyle, Clerk of the Court.) : 18

Murder at New Albany 49

_ Nathaniel Bolton and Geor i i , i

inteat also not without distinction, ae nae ae agp

pong the first newspaper in Clark County, at J stlecanteriiia

iP ee Bp paper as well as all copies, has not sur-

bathing ae n r Dahmen’s execution in 1821, they moved
ndianapolis where they published the first

paper at the new state capitol. eee

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~.° “<John Dahmen was born in Cologne in 1791. From his
_ thirteenth year, when he ran away from his family, his life
-“-was punctuated by a series of violent and sanguinary crim-
inal adventures. He robbed, maimed, and murdered as much
: ~ for the pleasure of misusing his victims as for profit. His
“+... satisfaction in every sort of excess and deceit soon brought
Bae _. him to the attention of the police of half a dozen countries.
“."Dahmen’s personality was as disarming as his enmity
“was deadly. He was a small man, well built, and very hand-
some. ‘His charm and incalculable nerve admitted him to a
~~ military academy in Metz where he learned to dance and
~ fence and to affect the manners of a gentleman and officer.
~-He became an intimate of Prince Murat, whom he served.
Such elegant surroundings taught him new and more refined
vices; the duelling sword, for which he had a genius, pro-
vided him with adventure ag well as a living. Gambling and
forgery took the place of his youthful barbarities. After
surviving the horrors of Napoleon’s Russian campaign, he
- returned to Paris in 1814, where he refused, with his fellow
— goldiers, to take the oath of allegiance to Louis XVIII, and :
--.'so was discharged. The following year he joined Blucher
7... and ‘participated in Bonaparte’s defeat at Waterloo.
oo 23" To escape arrest for a substantial forgery which he had
“. - * . committed in Murat’s service, Dahmen fled, in 1817, to the
. United States. When his ship docked at Baltimore in Feb-
-yuary, he was unable to pay for his passage and was accord-
*.* ingly bound over to a Kentucky plantation owner on whose
-“\.’ Jand he worked, married, and raised a family. He removed
“to New Albany in 1820, and immediately made trouble by
settling on land for which he had no title. Before this mat-
‘ter could be cleared up he became the principal of one of
the most notorious murder trials of the early Midwest.
ee “© Reuben Kidder’s account of these exploits, The Life and
‘. Adventures of John Dahmen, is an extraordinary book in
"several ways. Printed in New Albany in 1821, it is among
-. the earliest of Indiana imprints, and only two copies are
~- Jmown to exist. The copy in the Indiana University Library
5 was recently acquired from Ernest J. Wessen, a discriminat-

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ing dealer im rare books, who waited until it had been pur-
chased to write: “When I dipped into it, I went off the deep
end. I think it is the most outstanding Mid-western item of
its type and is destined to remain so.”

Each generation produces its own classic murder trial.
Although Indiana in the early days had the reputation for
some very romantic desperadoes, the trial of John Dahmen
was attended with great interest and enthusiasm. It was
the event of the year. In colorfulness, bravado, imagination
and in the principal element of the picaresque, the personality
of the defendant, it lacked none of the ingredients for a large

“and fascinated audience.

Frederick Nolte, a baker at New Albany, had disap-
peared mysteriously early in 1820. Sometime later his muti-
lated and obviously murdered body was discovered, and Dah-
men, who lived about twenty miles from the city, was charged
with the crime. Dahmen confessed readily and volunteered
to relate with utter dispassion the details of an additional
murder, that of John Jenzer whom he had dispatched a few
days after disposing of Nolte. He was immediately placed
in irons and jailed with two horse thieves. In spite of the
precautions, all three managed to break out, and Dahmen,
after he had killed one of the thieves named Linthecomb,
fled to Canada where he was protected by the unwillingness
of the British government to exercise the laws of extra-
dition.

Dahmen’s whereabouts in Canada became known through
a letter which he sent to his wife in New Albany. A sheriff
and two deputies made the long overland trip to Detroit and
there perfected a ruse to lure Dahmen across the border.
Pretending that his wife, whom they alleged to be pregnant,
was in their custody, they offered to deliver her to him near
Detroit for fifty dollars. Dahmen, who was devoted to his
spouse, was induced to cross the border whereupon he was
promptly seized by a sizable posse which had been recruited
from the neighborhood. Returned to New Albany, he was
-guarded night and day by two men with loaded rifles behind
locked doors. There he was tried and on July 6, 1821, he was

publicly hanged.

During the trial the New Albany Chronicle announced — .

1 New Albany, Indiana, Chronicle, May 19, 1821."
27]bid., June 23, 1821. red, a As ee 3

Murder at New Albany 47

to its readers that “we delayed publication of this day’s paper
in consequence of the trial.” Public emotions developed to
such a state that a few days before the execution the editor
replied to subscribers who found fault with his accounts of
the proceedings: “Those who are displeased with the paper
shall not be coaxed to continue their names on my list.’”?
On July 6, more than 3,000 persons gathered from the
surrounding settlements to see Dahmen hanged.

Reuben Kidder, the author of The Life and Adventures
of John Dahmen, was counsellor in Dahmen’s defense. He
had already tried his hand at authorship, for in 1819 Ed-
mund Dana credited him with having “put the material to-
gether” for his Geographical Sketches on the Western Coun-
try published in Cincinnati.2 He was well known on the
third circuit as a lawyer of considerable ability. Much of
his material was gathered from Dahmen in the process of
building his defense. Later, when the case had been lost
Kidder reported that Dahmen, who was chained to the init
floor, was very glad for his company and more than willing
to pass the time recounting his earlier exploits.

. Considering the immense popularity of the trial, it is
=i certain that Kidder’s book was issued in a relatively
arge edition. Inspite of such a probability, no copies are
recorded in Walker* or MceMurtrie® and none were reported
as being held in any library in Indiana by the WPA Ameri-
can Imprints Survey.’ The Union Catalog records that the
only other known copy is in the Law Library of the Library
Congress. The only plausible explanation for the failure
har of what must have been a pioneer best-seller, is
se} =a ae was so sought for that it was simply worn out
ee these two copies are not of the first edition! The
oe - ition, a pamphlet, has apparently disappeared, *but

without effect, for it disturbed John Dahmen. Shortly

be : é
“efore his execution, Dahmen regretted having spoken so
’Edmund Dana, Geographical Sk
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ne pir dt (1987), 808-898. eclety. Publications (DnGianapolis,
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Ray Dixon's pals from Dunes Park Post carry his casket from the church in South Bend, Indiana; and
with this sad task completed they turned to the grim job of getting his merciless murderers.

with this heat. Git in if you’r’n that much of a rush.”

The voice startled him from his train of thought, and
he -wheeled to face the driver of a truck which had
slipped up on him.

Henning climbed in. ‘“T-th-thanks,” he said breath-
lessly.

“Jist was turnin’ onto the road back there an’ saw you
runnin’. Figgered you must wanna git some’eres in a
hurry. Who are you, anyway?” the truck driver queried.

“N-n-name’s Henning,” his new -passenger puffed.
“Got to get—to a phone—quick! Just shot—Ray Dixon
—back there!”

The truck driver’s eyes widened. “You?”

o

Henning labored to catch his breath. ‘Naw, not me.
Two gunmen. Ray’s m’pal—State Trooper.’

The truck driver careened into a farmyard and
screeched to a stop. His passenger leaped out and was
on his way to the house bgfore there was an opportunity
for any more questions. -

The operator put through Henning’s emergency call
to the Dunes barracks of the Indiana State Police
quickly.

“Dixon’s been shot!” he yelled into the mouthpiece.
“On Fail Road, near LaPorte. Two of ’em. Here’s the
description . . .”

While the tensing desk clerk listened, he related the

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CAPTURED!——.
Deputy Sheriffs Jesse Burton (left) and Clington Craig guard
killer as they await arrival of a doctor to treat his wounds.

last, previdusly unknown, chapter of Trooper Dixon’s
dream. ,

The curly-haired youth watched from in front of the
stalled car as the State Police sedan came into view
It rolled to a stop and a tall, handsome trooper, one of
the car’s three occupants, alighted.

“Having trouble?” he asked, his trained mind taking
in a myriad of details—the youth across the hood of the
car, the second man behind the wheel, the fact that the
car was a 1937 Plymouth, with Michigan license plates.
Even in that instant he noted that the pair’s resemblance
to each other was startling.

“Car won't start,” the youth ahead of him replied,
dropping his hands from view in a hopeless gesture.

The trooper’s thoughts nt back to the Michigan
license plates. ‘Who’s car is this?”

The youth jerked his hands upward, and Trooper
Dixon suddenly found himself looking into the business
end of a pistol. He had no chance to speak, or to draw
his gun, or to dive for cover.

“This’ll show you!” the youth snarled, and hot steel
blazed out of the gun’s barrel.

The first shot tore into’ the trooper’s abdomen. He

KIDNAPED!——
Charles Hahn was one of the deputies
held captive by the two desperadoes.

automatically reached for the searing
pain, twisting as his body jerked. The
second shot smashed through his clutch-
ing fingers. The logic of self-preserva-
tion beat down his surprise now, and he
reeled backward and sideward into the
shallow ditch. As he did so, the third
shot ripped through his side. The fourth
shot went wild.

The gunman whirled at the sound of
a slamming car door. A second occupant
of the patrol car, a long-legged man in
civilian clothing, was ducking through
the barbed wire fence at the side of the
road.

Deliberately, the gunman drew a bead
on him, but now the man was streaking
over the furrows of the corn field and
the bobbing target was too hard to hit.
Two pistol shots exploded little mush-
rooms of dirt ahead of him, but he scrambled on un-
scathed between the stalks.

Henning circled the field at full speed, angled back
to the road, and started out for help.

od hbies gunman coolly reloaded his pistol and walked
back to the patrol car, ignoring the wounded Dixon
who still lay, limp and bloodsoaked, in the ditch.

The third occupant of the patrol car, a youth also in
civilian clothes, shrank back as the gunman looked in.

“I’m no cop!” he explained quickly. “I’m a prisoner.”

He was Walter Sanders, of Michigan City, Indiana,
who had been arrested only a few minutes before on a
reckless driving charge following an automobile acci-
dent.

The gunman waved him outside with a flourish of his
pistol. “Get going—fast!”

Sanders started out through the same fence that
Henning had cleared. He dgnored the tears of his cloth-
ing as the barbed wire caught. Over the same furrows
he flew, expecting at every step to be dropped by a
bullet, but it never came.

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dn He pronounced the death sentence on Orelle Easton,
convicted in fatal shooting of State Trooper Dixon.
sachets both of LaPorte, also had answered the accident call
re which Dixon was investigating when he arrested
™ en Sanders.
ervar “We'll clear up this mess and then follow you into
in he LaPorte,” Hahn had told the trooper. ‘Better take Fail
° one Road. It’s only a mile or so that way.”
third Fifteen minutes later they had taken off, following
fourth » the same route’ that Dixon had driven. Now they were
rolling along the country road. Suddenly Kowalczyk
ind of pointed ahead. “There’s Dixon’s car parked up there.
upant Must have trouble. But I don’t see anyone.”
van In They pulled up behind it and both got out. Sud-
rough denly, two men who had been hiding behind the front
of the fender stood up and levelled guns at them.
The deputies, caught off-guard, raised their hands.
a bead “Here’s a car that doesn’t have State Police written all
caking over it,” the younger man said. -“Let’s take it.”
id and He kept the deputies at bay while his companion
to hit, transferred an arsenal of shotguns, revolvers, pistols
mush- and machine guns to the newly-arrived black sedan.
yn un- All the while the moving was going on, the same
question raced through each of the deputies’ minds:
{ back “Where’s Dixon? And Henning? And Sanders?”
Hahn saw the answer when the younger man prodded
him back to his sedan. Dixon was lying, still untended
walked and unconscious, in the ditch. Quickly he sized up the
Dixon situation. Here were two desperate men. But he and
; Kowalczyk held one trump card. Neither of the two
also in gunmen apparently knew they were officers. -°;
ked in. The four got into the sedan, Hahn driving and Kowal-
soner.” czyk in the front seat beside him. The gunmen
jdiana, hunched in the back seat, each pressing a gun against
‘eon a a deputy’s back.
e acci- The sedan sped off toward LaPorte.
1 of his ESCRIPTIONS of the two gunmen crackled on the
State Police radio following Henning’s frantic call
‘e that ; for help.
; cloth- “Both are tall and slender, undoubtedly brothers.
furrows Both are in their middle twenties. The younger has.
d by a curly hair and is wearing a white shirt. The older is
wearing a gray shirt. Take no chances. They are
; Hahn, desperate men.”

.

into position. Screaming patrol cars swooped down
on key-intersections. Volunteering city and county offi-
cers moved in for the manhunt. Grim-faced men
searched cars and trucks on State Highways 43 and 35,
main north and south arteries; on the “nationals’—east
and west U.S. 12, 212, 20, 30 and 6; on the myriad
county roads meandering into IMlinois and Michigan.
Meanwhile doctors at Holy Family hospital in LaPorte
labored over Dixon, who had been brought in by
Sanders.

“I waited out of sight until I heard them drive off,”
he said. He had given the manhunt a new twist. The
gunmen had driven off in a black sedan, with two other
men.

And now Hahn and Kowalczyk had dropped from
sight. There was only the one conclusion. Word went
out—“Watch for the sheriff’s black sedan. And look
for four men, not two. At any rate, Hahn and Kowal-
ezyk had not been found—yet.” (Continued on page 90)

LAST ACT!——
of the Indiana tragedy. But not the last scene.
Easton, shown with deputy, died in electric chair.

The northen Indiana blockade system moved quickly: -


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By ELWIN G. GREENING

RAY DIXON
A gunman surprised him with four quick shots,
three of which lodged in the trooper’s body.

He woke up before he was
“killed’—but a little

HE weird power of a dream still hangs heavily over
the City Hall press room in South Bend, Indiana.
The story of his nocturnal shortcomings had been
one of State Trooper Ray Dixon’s favorite pastimes
until that fateful, near-suffocating June afternoon on
isolated Fail Road near LaPorte.

“Just about a year ago,” he would tell his newspaper
pals, “I darned near got clipped. Was chasing Jimmy
Dalhover (later executed for the slaying of State
Trooper Paul Minneman) and finally got him cornered.
There I stood, face to face with him and his machine gun,
and I couldn’t get my own gun out of my holster.
Craziest things about dreams. It just stuck there.”

Dixon’s press pals would kid him with gusto.

“Now tell us he killed you,” one would always say.

“Don’t know if he did or not,” Dixon would respond.
“I woke up before I knew.”

Now the story of Dixon's dream pounded in the brain
of Ralph Henning as he summoned the last ounces of
his energy to keep his piston-like legs moving on the
hard, baked pavement. It seemed to ride the crest of
each throb as the blood pulsed through his temples.

His unbelieving mind turned over the omen-filled
details again and again as he raced along.

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have for him is sympathy. I’d hate to have
him killed by the lawmen.”

“Do you think you could bring him out
in the open?”

“No, I don’t think I could have any in-
fluence on him now.”

She told how they’d separated recently
because of the fights, and when he had
beaten her this last time, she’d had him
jailed. She also told of his threats on her
life; of another occasion on which he had
fired at her, but missed.

This time, however, the twisted Alfred
Wilson had slain three. Would there be
more?

Alfred Wilson’s last words, upon being
recently released from jail, were: “This is
the last time you'll get me alive!”

This prophetic threat was to be his
epitaph. On July 2—12 days after Wilson’s
murder spree—State Highway Patrolman
Russell H. Duffy cornered the fugitive.
Wilson had been hiding in the home of
a relative, holding the latter as a hos-
tage.

Patrolman Duffy flushed out the killer.
Still armed, Wilson climbed a tree in a
nearby wood, refusing the lawman’s com-
mand to surrender. A well-placed shot
toppled the love-mad slayer to the ground.
He died two hours later, at a hospital.

From Wilson’s relative hostage, it was
learned that the murderer had never
given up his intention of killing his wife,
Juanita. Unreasonable jealousy of the
woman had set off the spark which had
led to his murder rampage.

Nightmare in Scarlet

{Continued from page 17]

savage molester was on the prowl. As he
stalked his luminous eyes gazed hungrily
at the unaware young girls who walked
past him.

He watched and waited—and on the
warm spring night of May 21, 1944, he
saw his chance.

At 10:30 p.m., his eyes bored from the
shadows as a beautiful 19-year-old girl,
with wavy auburn hair that fell around
her shoulders, left her home at the west
edge of town to walk to her night-shift
job at the General Electric supercharger
plant three blocks away.

He had seen her before, and his imag-
ination ran riot as he stole secret glances
at her provocative young body, while she
walked around her home wearing a sweat
shirt that hugged the contours of her
breasts and blue jeans that outlined the
curves of her shapely legs. Now she was
afew yards away, within striking distance.

Swinging her lunch bag in her hand, the
girl walked rapidly along the dark side-
walk, then took a short-cut that crossed
a lonely stretch of fields and scattered
houses. In the distance, she could see the
lights of the big new factory casting a
suffused glare in the sky.

The beautiful teen-ager, still sensing
no danger, neared an old dead log. As she
passed it, the shadowy killer pounced.
Around her neck, with vicious tautness,
the assailant looped a leather strap, stifling
the scream that was bursting for release
in her throat. Blood gushed from the
lovely young victim’s nose and mouth.
A cloud began rising over her sensations.

In a frenzy, the sex-crazed attacker
dragged her 50 feet into a scrubby field... .

As the Maytime sun rose higher the
next morning, Mrs. Sam Kuzeff waited
at home for the arrival of her beautiful
stepdaughter, 19-year-old Anna Kuzeff.
Anna worked on the 11 p.m. to 7 a.m.
shift at the GE plant and usually stopped
home for breakfast before leaving to be-
gin a four-hour shift on another job, at
a candy factory, which lasted until noon.
This morning Anna did not appear for
breakfast, and her stepmother called the
GE plant and the candy company, only
to learn that, Anna had not reported for
work. Increasingly nervous, Mrs. Kuzeff
contacted the police.

The investigation of the beautiful teen-
ager’s disappearance was just getting
under way when, shortly before noon,
Glen Timmes, a neighbor of the Kuzeft
family, was walking his young son home
from school along Fillmore Avenue near

the Kuzeff home. His eye was drawn to
something white shining in the sunlight
in the scrubby field about 75 feet off the
street.

_ Timmes walked closer, stared, and was
jarred by the impact of what he saw—
the lovely body of a beautiful young girl
sprawled on her back, her clothing
stripped savagely away, leaving her torso
bare from her breasts to her t ighs. She
lay in a pool of blood and her face was
bruised and blood-smeared. Timmes
dashed home and called the police.

Motor Patrolman George Szink, first
officer on the scene, identified the dead
girl as Anna Kuzeff. Detective Sergeant
Rex Morton arrived next.

“Strangled,” said Morton, noting the
blue discoloration of the girl’s pretty face.
His eyes traveled to the lower part of the
body; to the torn silk panties. “Strangled
by a sadist,” he added.

Along the rough street where the teen-
ager had been seized, Sergeant Morton
found her saddle-type moccasins, kicked
off in the fierce struggle to defend her-
self, and nearby, a man’s pocket comb of
the Pro-Co-Pox brand, and a man’s belt
buckle. A paper sack contained the girl’s
lunch—an orange, some carrots, lettuce
and rye bread. Her purse, lying beside
the sack, contained the usual feminine
assortment.

Nearby lay the girl’s billfold. It con-
tained no money.

An autopsy confirmed the evidence that
the beautiful teen-ager had been raped.

Her killer had twisted his belt so sav-
agely around her neck that he had’dislo-
cated a vertebra in the girl’s back. Con-
tusions on her nose and mouth showed
what tremendous force he had applied
in subduing her. Marks on her chin—un-
mistakable teeth marks—showed he had
bitten her in his lustful frenzy.

He also had battered her head with a
fist or club, breaking off an upper right
front tooth halfway to the gum.

Scrapings from the irl’s fingernails
contained human skin of a pigment dif-
ferent from her own, proving she had
scratched the killer. “That should help
you get the man,” said Dr. Robert Jerm-
stadt, pathologist at the Fort Wayne Med-
ical Laboratory, reporting his find to the
detectives.

Fear and rage were the reactions as
news of the latest attack spread through
the city. Police Chief Jules Stumpf as-
signed Detective Sergeants Smith, Chester
Axt and Al Figel to the case, and Detec-
tive Price Cox of the Indiana State Police
was detailed to investigate for his unit.

“T know it was a dark night and unlikely
spot, but there might have been witnesses
—someone who saw or heard something
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dered Chief Stumpf.

“The killer got her on the way to work
and she left home at 10:30 or a little
after,” commented Smith. “This means
she was grabbed between 10:35 and
10:45 p.m. Let’s check every house in the
neighborhod and everyone in the GE
plant who might have been using that
short-cut to go to work about the same
time.”

Although the sleuth put in long hours
of work, the end result was nil.

Headlines shrank as the Kuzeff murder
story faded to the inside pages of the
Fort Wayne newspapers, but an eerie,
feverish air still hung over the city. The
sex prowler was still roaming the streets,
and everyone was conscious of it.

For a woman, a walk around the block
at night seemed like a new type of Rus-
sian roulette.

But as the sensation palled, the girl-
hungry killer grew bold again, confident
that no one suspected him. His assump-
tion was correct.

On the rainy afternoon of August 5,
1944, his greedy gaze was scanning the
wet city scenery beyond the windshield
of the car he was driving, while the wipers
kept up an insistent throbbing beat.

This was ideal—a perfect set-up: the
pelting summer shower, a girl standing
on a street corner, wanting to get out of
the rain, a dry car.

Ahead, just as he imagined it, he saw
her—young, pretty, wearing a flimsy sum-
mer dress dampened by the shower and
clinging to her slender body, outlining
the lush, youthful curves. She was stand-
ing alone with her head down, probably
waiting for a bus.

He pulled to the curb and opened the
car door. He invited her to enter. She
hesitated, but the driving rain helped her
make up her mind, and she slid onto the
seat beside him.

He asked where she was going and
when she answered, he said, “I'll take you
there.” But he wheeled around a corner,
the wrong way, and she sensed her danger.

“We have plenty of time,” he told her,
and pressed on the accelerator until the
speedometer read 40, 50, 60 miles an
hour, too fast for the pretty teen-ager
to escape. She was trembling with fear.

He drove on past the edge of the city,
where houses and buildings were few and
scattered, and headed down a lonely
country road. The windshield wiper kept
up its insistent throb as he sped along.
Then he glimpsed a clearing beside a
small hill at the right. He pressed the
brake pedal, steered the car into the
clearing and flipped off the ignition. The
motor sputtered to a stop and the wind-
shield wiper quit its rhythmic beating,
but now his heart was pounding and his
breath was heavy.

The pretty bobby-soxer twisted toward
the car door, but the man’s muscular arms
pinned her shoulders against the seat and
he began exploring her young loveliness.
She screamed, fought and _ scratched,
which seemed only to stimulate his
frenzy.

He relaxed his grip for an instant and
the pretty teen-ager, twisting from his
hands, pushed open the car door and tried
to run.

But the killer was not to be denied.
He grabbed her flailing arms and twisted
one arm behind her back. He pulled her,
screaming and writhing, across a small
wire fence, and with his free arm, in a
series of. spasmodic savage jerks, tore
away her blouse, skirt and brassiere. Then
the monster dragged the naked girl a
short way into the field and pressed her
squirming body to the damp ground... .

foe A AN EP ERY

When pretty Phyllis Conine, a 17-year-
old high school girl, walked from her
South Side home, she was on her way to
keep a movie date downtown at the Para-
mount Theater with a bobby-soxer girl
friend, Jackie Dale. They were to meet
at 3:45 p.m. Jackie, arriving a half hour
late, waited for awhile in the lobby and
then went in to see the movie. So far as
she knew, Phyllis never did show up.

That night, Phyllis Conine’s worried
parents telephoned a number of their
daughter’s friends and, unable to get news
of her, called the police.

Fort Wayne detectives, their minds rac-
ing back to May and February, were stern
as they set out to trace the girl.

The ticket seller at the theater was
shown a picture of the pretty teener, but
she said, “No, I’m sure she didn’t buy a
ticket yesterday afternoon.” Several girls
thought they had seen Phyllis standing
outside the lobby.

At 2:50 p.m. Friday, almost the same
hour as Phyllis had left home, Officers
Herbert Kammeyer and John Hathaway
were cruising on the South Side when
their radio crackled out a report on a
black Chevrolet with Illinois license plates
which had been stolen a short time before
from its parking place at the curb between
two taverns in the 2300 block of South
Calhoun Street, the city’s main stem.

Half an hour later they spotted the
stolen car at South Wayne Avenue and
Rudisill Boulevard, at the south edge of
town. Kammeyer pulled alongside the
stolen auto, which stopped and then sud-
denly screeched into motion and sped
south, running past a stop light.

The police car, with red light and siren,
raced behind. Patrolman Hathaway aimed
his gun at the rear tire of the fugitive car,
but decided not to risk a shot in the resi-
dential neighborhood. After tailing the
automobile at 90 miles an hour on a zig-
zag course, the police car skidded out of
control on a turn, and the fleeing auto
sped out of sight.

The officers found the Chevy wrecked
on the sidewalk at an intersection, and
nearby an excited pedestrian shouted,
“That crazy guy almost killed me. He ran
down Lincoln Avenue.” The eyewitness
gave only the briefest description of the
driver—white shirt, dark trousers, brown
hair combed straight back.

The two patrolmen searched the neigh-
borhood in vain.

At 4 p.m. Sunday, slightly more than
48 hours after Phyllis Conine vanished,
two brothers, Wybourn and Glenn Foulks,
were hunting along the seldom traveled
Ditch Road, eight miles southwest of Fort
Wayne. They stopped to shoot at a crow
in a tree across the Little River Ditch,
when suddenly they spotted a shoe and
umbrella at the road’s edge. Glancing up
at the fence, three strands of barbed wire
on an eight-foot embankment, they saw
something odd.

“Why would anybody string a bunch of
rags along a fence like that?” asked Glenn.

“I'm having a look!” said Wybourn,
climbing the bank and glancing down the
grade. The sight was like a hammer-blow.

Sprawled in the weeds just beyond the
fence, on her left side as though asleep,
was the naked body of a lovely teen-age
girl, her face streaked with blood.

A minute later, Glenn was standing
guard at the scene while his brother drove
to call the sheriff.

He was back at the scene when Sheriff
Adams and Deputies Regedanz, Oswald
and Herbert Harnish arrived, soon to be
joined by Police Captain John Taylor,
Sergeant Smith, Sergeant Robert Hire and
State Police Detectives Earl Bemenderfer
and Ed Rose. As they examined the dead

girl’s body, a warm ra

It was obvious that the
had been murdered by a
face and the upper pi
young body were sm:
spotted with ugly bl
of a terrific beating.

“Looks like he used «
head,” said Sheriff Adan
had crushed her skull ar
ing fractures out from
half core of the wound.

“He must have drag
fence and downhill,” s
ing to the trail of crust
to the body.

Part of the girl’s wh
shreds, lay halfway dc
to her second shoe. Her
cotton dress, also in s
her nude body. Nearb
stained white head sca

A few feet from th
the road, was a dir
trench coat. Phyllis’ w
who identified her bo
trench coat was not her

Coroner Mendenhal!
spection of the body,
The investigators saw
flecked welt which con
girl’s neck. Somethin;
belt—had been wounc
in an attempt to st
enough to cut the skin

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Haaga and Anna Kuz
oner. “Except that wi
strangulation was the

“The killer isn’t sat
saulting his victims,”
out. The evidence in
indicated that the p!
driven by a strange ur
subject his victims to
abnormalities.

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ing’s newspapers fla
story and drummed ot
high-voltage shudder:
end of Fort Wayne t
girls murdered in -~
of them snatched
broad daylight . .
and violated by a _-

Police Chief Jules
was no shadow of dc
was a pervert.

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day,” the day she va
reported.

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mother, Mrs. B. E. C«
her twice by teleph
9 a.m. she told her da
left some lace on a tak
to take it downtown

it. Later, at 12:30 p.:
mother of her plans
downtown for a mo:
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Mrs. Conine sobbed.

Jackie Dale, who
since the fourth gi
played tennis on V
made the movie da
Jackie phoned Phylli
to settle on the movie
they chatted at leng:
2:30 p.m. Phyllis was
phoned again and set
meet, a quarter to
Twenty-five minute:
to the theater and w

Phyllis’ parents ins:
have accepted a ride
Phyllis got into a ca
must have known hi
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.d from her
, her way to
at the Para-
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* Several girls
ryllis standing

nost the same
home, Officers
ohn Hathaway
ith Side when
a report on a
is license plates
ort time before
ie curb between
block of South
; main stem.
ey spotted the
ne Avenue and
outh edge of
Jongside the
nd then sud-
otion and sped
cop light.
j light and siren,
Hathaway aimed
i the fugitive car,
shot in the resi-
\fter tailing the
in hour on a zig-
ir skidded out of
the fleeing auto

2 Chevy wrecked
intersection, and
destrian shouted,
killed me. He ran
”’ The eyewitness
description of the
‘k trousers, brown

ack.
sarched the neigh-

lightly more than
Conine vanished,
and Glenn Foulks,
‘e seldom traveled
; southwest of Fort
to shoot at a crow
Little River Ditch,
potted a shoe and
edge. Glancing up
nds of barbed wire
ankment, they saw

ly string a bunch of
that?” asked Glenn.
k!” said Wybourn,
i glancing down the
ike a hammer-blow.
eds just beyond the
ie as though asleep,
of a lovely teen-age
ed with blood.
Slenn was standing
ile his brother drove

sene when Sheriff
Xegedanz, Oswald
crived, soon to be
ap.ain John Taylor,
‘eant Robert Hire and
‘es Earl Bemenderfer
y examined the dead

girl’s body, a warm rain began to fall.

It was obvious that the pretty teen-ager
had been murdered by a sex monster. Her
face and the upper part of her curvaceous
young body were smeared with blood and
spotted with ugly blue bruises, evidence
of a terrific beating.

“Looks like he used a hammer on her
head,” said Sheriff Adams. A deadly blow
had crushed her skull and sent little curl-
ing fractures out from the inch-and-a-
half core of the wound.

“He must have dragged her over the
fence and downhill,” said Smith, point-
ing to the trail of crushed weeds leading
to the body.

Part of the girl’s white slip, pulled to
shreds, lay halfway down the hill, next
to her second shoe. Her brown and white
cotton dress, also in shreds, lay beside
her nude: body. Nearby was her blood-
stained white head scarf.

A few feet from the umbrella, along
the road, was a dirty, weatherbeaten
trench coat. Phyllis’ uncle, &. A. Behnke,
who identified her body, said the dirty
trench coat was not hers.

Coroner Mendenhall, after a close in-
spection of the body, said, “Took here!”
The investigators saw 4 purple, blood-
flecked welt which completely circled the
girl’s neck. Something tight—a_ rope or
belt—had been wound around her neck
in an attempt to strangle her, tightly
enough to cut the skin and cause bleeding.

“It was i i illi
Haaga and Anna Kuzeff,” said the cor-
oner. “Except that with the Kuzeff girl,
strangulation was the cause of death

“The killer isn’t satisfied just with as-
saulting his victims,” the sheriff pointed
out. The evidence in the three slayings
indicated that the phantom slayer was
driven by a strange urge which made him
subject his victims to unspeakable sexual
abnormalities.

Big black headlines in Monday morn-
ing’s newspapers flagged the shocking
story and drummed out the facts that sent
high-voltage shudders swirling from one
end of Fort Wayne to the other: Three
girls murdered in seven months . . . two
of them snatched from the streets in
broad daylight .. - each victim stripped
and violated by a sadistic monster.

Police Chief Jules Stumpf said there
was no shadow of doubt that the killer
was a pervert.

Phyllis Conine had met death “late Fri-
day,” the day she vanished, the coroner

Phyllis had been at home when her
mother, Mrs. B. E. Conine, had talked to
ice by telephone on Friday. At

left some lace ona table and asked Phyllis
to take it downtown to a store to match
it. Later, at 12:30 p.m., Phyllis told_her
mother of her plans to meet Jackie Dale
downtown for a movie. “I never talked
to her after that... Imever saw my daugh-
ter alive after the morning of August 4,”
Mrs. Conine sobbed.

Jackie Dale, who had known Phyllis
since the fourth grade, said they had
played tennis on Wednesday and had
made the movie date then. On Friday,

2:30 p.m. Phyllis was still at home. Jackie
phoned again and set the time they should
meet, a quarter to four, and the place.
Twenty-five minutes later, Jackie went
to the theater and waited.

Phyllis’ parents insisted she never would
have accepted a ride with a stranger. “If
Phyllis got into a car with someone, she
must have known him.” Detectives went
to work on the boy friend angle.

A next-door neighbor fixed the time
Phyllis left home at between 2:30 and
3 p.m., and recalled, “She had an umbrella
and wore a little scarf on her head.”

The manager of the theater where
Phyllis and Jackie were to have met was
certain he had seen her sitting in the rear
of the movie house, watching the film, at
about 4:30 p.m.

A 10-year-old girl, a friend of the fam-
ily’s, claimed she saw Phyllis in a car
headed west on a downtown street Friday
afternoon. “She knew me and she wave
to me,” the child said. But she could not
describe the car or the driver.

The police officers gathered details on
the dead girl’s recent past. She was a
junior at South Side High School, where
she was home room agent and girls’ sports
reporter for the South Side Times, the
school newspaper. She was active in
sports, too, being a “letter girl” in the
Girls Athletic Association, and was 4
“good mixer” who belon ed to five school
clubs, including the Student Players. She
was popular among her classmates and
her reputation was excellent. She went
to the First Methodist Church and Sunday
School class. Like Billie Haaga and Anna
Kuzeff, Phyllis Conine had been a “good

rl”

Sheriff Adams and his men and_ the
state police detectives closely searched the
murder scene and surrounding area. The
spot was desolate, the nearest houses a
half mile away in each direction,

A man living near the road leading to
the scene said he saw a car containing
a girl and a man drive past his home
Friday evening and return later with the
man alone.

Dr. Jermstadt, the pathologist, mean-
while anaylzed the dirty trench coat
found near the body. It was smeared with
blood and had traces of the dead girl’s
face powder on the sleeve. The coat was
a size 36, and from its cut, Jermstadt
deduced the owner would be between 5
feet 7 and 5 feet 10 inches tall, and weigh
between 140 and 175 pounds. Unfortu-
nately, this general description fitted mil-
lions of men.

Scrapings of skin—not her own—were
found under Phyllis’ fingernails, as in the
cases of the previous victims.

Aware that the killer might be caught
because of the fresh scratches, Sheriff
Adams and Detective Captain Taylor
broadcast a newspaper and radio plea:

“We have no idea from what walk of
life this killer may hail, so no one is above
suspicion until he checks out clean with
us. No one with unaccountable scratch
marks—and shaving isn’t a good excuse—
is exempt. He should be reported. We'll
clear him if he’s innocent.”

All day Tuesday the city seethed with
vumors. Newspapers were getting 50 calls
an hour, mostly useless chaff. Police were
checking out 250 tips. Panicky reports
circulated that dead girls were being
found in various parts of the city and
county.

Homicide detectives were sure the mad
slayer was a “Jekyll-Hyde” killer: re-
spectable in appearance, perhaps well-
known in the community, and possibly
even a family man who lived a normal,

irreproachable life until his sadist phase
emerged and took possession of him.

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to the capture of the sex-mad monster.

A parade of suspects—most. of them
men netted because of scratches on their
faces—filed through the line-up in the
detective bureau. Leonarde Keeler, the
famous Chicago criminologist and inven-
tor of the Keeler Polygraph lie detector,
brought his instruments from Chicago to
help detectives quiz the suspects.

The reward money was a magnet which
attracted many amateur Sam Spades into
the investigation, and soon they were all
over town, often scaring people and stum-
bling under the feet of the hard-pressed
police.

Keenest of the amateurs beyond any
doubt was Floyd L. Moreland, a Fort
Wayne industrial photographer, who be-
gan working on the case in his off hours.
He began by spreading word far and wide
that he could solve the mystery, using
scientific means, in two weeks. A top city
official invited him to “go ahead on the

‘ q.t.” and handed him the complete, bulky

police file on the Billie Haaga case, first
of the slayings.

Moreland decided the key to the Haaga
slaying was the crisp laundry ticket found
near Billie’s body. He deduced that the
ticket had been dropped or kicked from
the car shortly before the murder.

Moreland also constructed an intricate
“timetable of the crime” which entailed
trying to trace Billie Haaga’s route from
the plant where she worked to the murder
scene. He studied traffic patterns and took
dozens of photographs of the streets and
locations.

But the laundry ticket was the pay-off
clue. It had been issued to a Fort Wayne
man who had died the previous year. The
man had had a Lincoln sedan, not paid for,
which had gone back to the finance com-
pany on his death. On January 31, 1944,
the Lincoln came into the possession of
another man, and records showed the new
owner was driving it at the time of Billie
Haaga’s death. ‘

This man, Moreland decided, was prob-
ably Billie’s slayer and very likely also
the slayer of the Kuzeff and Conine girls.
Now Moreland wanted more evidence,
and feeling that his work was getting hot
and risky, he wanted police powers. He
reached his decision on a week end when
both his confidential boss—the official—
and the police chief were out of town, so
he called the late Mayor Harry W. Baals,
who told him to “sit tight.”

Meanwhile, Moreland kept busy gum-
shoeing and hunting up witnesses, then
asking them key questions. He frightened
some of thém, who probably wondered
whether he, himself, might not actually
be the killer. The witnesses called the
police, who knew nothing of Moreland’s
investigation.

On Monday, the city official and a top
police officer summoned Moreland to a
meeting in a downtown hotel and told
him to halt his investigation. Moreland
quit and soon afterward left town, but
three weeks later he gave the police a
typewritten report on his investigation,
which went into the voluminous files on
the unsolved murders. In that report,
Moreland gave the police the name of the
killer!

Meanwhile, one by one, alibis of the
Conine murder suspects were checked out
and the men were released. The furious
investigation began losing its pace. Police
officers and detectives returned to rou-
tine duties and the three savage murders
remained as much an enigma as ever. The
effect on the city’s feminine population
was demoralizing, and the unarguable
fact that a wanton killer was still on the
prowl left a shuddery question hanging

over Fort Wayne. When would he strike
again? ‘

A flashlight beam stabbing through the
darkness of a downtown alley focused on
the shocking answer. Merchant Policeman
Jimmy McCarran was checking doors
along the narrow pavement between Main
and Columbia streets when he heard faint
moans in the shadows.

There, sprawled on a cinder path be-
side a tavern back door, was the shapely,
completely naked body of an elfin-faced
young woman. Her face and torso were
smeared with blood and covered with hid-
eous bruises. She had been savagely
beaten but was still alive.

— torn clothing lay strewn about the
alley.

She had been raped, medical examina-
tion later showed.

Unconscious for several hours, she
opened her eyelids weakly in St. Joseph
Hospital and murmured through battered
lips that she was Dorothea Howard, 36,
who had come to Fort Wayne to be with
her husband, an airman stationed at Baer
Field on the city’s edge.

In a hollow monotone she told her story
piecemeal, fighting to get out each word,
as though describing a blurry but horri-
fying nightmare from which she had not
completely awakened.

Sad because her husband could not get
leave from the Army base, Dorothea went
into a tavern, started drinking and had
too many. It seemed a soldier sat at her
table and offered to take her home, so she
left with him. As they walked along the
street, he suggested they stop in his room
for another drink, but she refused.

A man was beside her—the soldier, she
thought—but her memory was hazy. The
horror-filled episode that followed was
not.

The shadowy figure was dragging her
into the alley. She was struggling, but
steely fingers twisted her arms and
she felt herself shoved into a dark
alcove.

Savage with lust, the attacker ripped
off her cotton print dress, her brassiere
and panties.

She fought violently—scratching, rain-
ing blows on her attacker’s face and chest,
trying to wrest herself away.

Her assailant countered with trip ham-
mer punches. She felt the heavy fists
thudding over her eyes, on her jaws, on
her naked torso.

Then she sank semiconscious to the
cinder-covered ground, too weak to fend
off the vile sexual demands of the lust-
crazed monster. ...

Newspapers printed pictures of the
woman’s terribly battered face. As soon
as he saw the photo, Private Mark Gantlo,
who was stationed at Baer Field, rushed
to inform his commanding officer that he
was the soldier who had walked from the
tavern with Dot Howard; but the story
was not quite as she told it. He had felt
sorry for the woman when he’d learned
that her husband, stationed at the same
base, could not come to see her, and he
had offered to escort her home. A stranger
sitting at the same table had risen and
helped steer her outside. At the alley, she
had sat down to rest and the men had sat
beside her.

Suddenly a car swerved into the alley,
its headlights glaring on them, and
stopped. The driver, a woman, leaned
out and shouted: “What's going on here?”
Gantlo smelled trouble brewing and he
left, catching the 11 p.m. bus to Baer
Field and signing in.

City detectives and MPs found the
woman motorist and also the passengers
who had seen Gantlo on the camp bus.
The witnesses backed up Gantlo’s alibi,

and a court-martial cle
connection with the bez

Tracing Dot Howard
the point where she h>-
the police learned fro
owner that one of he
Warren Cooper, had
Dot into her tavern an:
at a table already occup)
and another civilian. 7
scolded Cooper for brin;
cated woman.

Police located the cus’
plained that he had fo
outside, had pitied her
into the place to buy her
which might sober he
ceived a tongue lashin;
owner before he could

Both the misunderst:
tan and the woman +
called that the soldie:
Howard exit to the str«
fairly sure that the sc
panion had left at abc

Eleven days after
elfin-faced Dot Howa
Wayne chalked up its f
slaying in 13 months.

Most indignant of the
in the dragnet was a
storekeeper, Orin Dagr
hauled in previously fo
Several witnesses said
near the fatal scene o
Howard’s assault, whi
to warrant arrest. Lo
Dagmier brought abou

Soon after his rele
storekeeper left town,
ing address.

As time passed, it
Wayne's four murder
tory alongside of the
the Ripper and of o
solved crimes.

Then late on the nig
23 months after th«
murders—a curly-hai
former grave digger a
sician ambled into tt
Kokomo, Indiana, exp
geant Robert Elli
Lobaugh, and all
out of his shoes by
murders of Billie Haa;
Dorothea Howard.

A quick telephone
brought Detective C:
(who had been prom:
Kuzeff slaying), Lieu
and Sergeant Horace
Kokomo. When they a
old ex-grave digger 1
sions. There was no a!
He seemed sane.

“Why are you tel
manded Figel.

“Y'm afraid Ill kill
baugh. He explained
of his third wife, w!
four weeks before.
said. “I can’t stop m

Back in Fort Way
out full confessions «
studded with convin:
denied killing Phyllis
tectives suspected he
that one for some re
a factory worker, sz
Churubusco, 15 mile
Wayne, at the time
he came to town “]

He said he was “p
met Billie Haaga in
her for an auto ride
he said, “I went cra
on her. After that I
done. While I was be
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direction of Salem. © gt
The bendit accosted Gilbert Shield
when he went out to his barn about

7. o'clock, asking for a couple! of:

matches. which Shields gave him. The
hoodium was about 20 and wore a
blue shirt, Shields said.

The bandit then axked for break.
fast, Mr. Shields told him. he might
get some at the home of Mra. Ada

Shields, father of Ralph, who lives

across the road. The bandit said Ais

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asked Mr. Shields to take him there.
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gasoline. The bandit went to the home
of Mrs. Ada Shields and had break:
fast. While he was eating, she became
suspicious and started across ‘the

fields to: summon help. In the mean- -

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rearrested —on| Deputy Fifer said that he under-| &trawberry picker; Hej did @Iriit. eas
the State automo | stood this to mean that it is intended | ©OnMection’ with the bandit gang. it eet hii

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~ -¢ and Luther) perty worth several thousand dollars, | Scott®burg they did not stop because
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pleaged guilty in| that both he.and his? fathe, Auditor} Motorists carrying ropes in’ their
ate John A. Fur-| Fifer protested against Wasting tax|C@™S “nd threatening to lynch “sny

money in this manner, =... | of the bandits who may be taught.”
and charges were Following Mr, Howard's visit to the} 5'4te Police gave out that they were
¥, Jeffersonville | suditor’s office, Deputy Fifer said Me.| Coming to Jeffersonville with their

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tich., and Frank) yr. Cain's request was refused, the! Ralph Shields,* who was ki
is, charged with | suditor taking “the ground that Mr.|>¥ one of the bandits, arriv
out brakes, each; Gain has no legal authority to serve Scottsburg Tuesday afternoon,
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use her son, brought lany definite - results, the| the bandits held a gu on Ral pies eee
ber of the sen- deputy sid, “| Shields, 18, and ‘forced the you bitose) ctor!

College and a He adied that the auditor's office |dtive bim away af 7:30 T esday
ta Theta frater will. not. be: made” = party to the} ing. efter slugging: Shields’ unc!
his diploma at} —estion | of the. ‘office of  old.age| bert Shields, who attempted’ tol pre-
reises: _| Pension investigator ‘without  legal| vent the kidnaping. | 2 <=} Pigs one Mae
re for his ex- authority! and to the expenditure of! The: bandit commandeered} the aos bare
> Son! was: re- the tux money in such a scheme,'. | Shields’ boy's small coupe and ite nn. ebep,
der condition} rhe de} uty said he: did: not: know | Willing driver, while a force of near. ~
ya result his! Vere th “meeting at which: Mr.|1y 200 men all bristling’ with: fir
in the list Of} Gain wan appointed, was held, but| Combed the 5,000 acre Indiana

. supposed: lit was held in Mr., How:-| Tes€rve’ near Henryville and thor
orities refused ard's: Jaw - office,” after the board| "ds of acres of knob woodland) ad- ea ers
vine aa a:journed, ita’ June session at th>| Joining it in a search for the fleping - bie hee
5—Mrs. Ben- ect abled
» Who hanged hee
& Crawfords-

7 ¢ | Or ann {thought that the bandit who kidnaped 7 ee

a Was the wife SUES FOR $5,000. _ | Shields’may have picked up his Bee i eoethet CAS ae

of federal oe , aftr Aachen, *e pate
b en, Taylor she | DAMAGE SUIT tachment of police was sent in purguiy.. e A
bee ee Va ete WUE | of the machine which drove off in ee O° US

forest

P24 direction of Salem. | pe oe
ers) 5 te “Sr a Rain aeecee The bandit accosted Gilbert Shield
Orce | James C. Wabl filed suit against when he went out to his barn abput

1 Haskell | the Greyhound Management Company | 7 o’clock, asking for: stented, ft,
_ eked ber} in the Clark Circuit Court Tuesday| matches which Shields gave him. The ~~
poe cruel seeking to recover judgment for $5,-} hoodlum was about 20 and wore a’. rte
ey filed suit for, 000 for personal injuries received be-| blue shirt. Shields sald. :
revit Court/ cause of the negligence and carelese-| The bandit then asked for break...
‘Tiled dy} ness of the! defendant compeny. —_| fast, Mr. Shields told him he might.
et | The complaint alleged that the plain| per som, a ee :

e: > f
: : ‘ : f
; A . , Benes in Saat
> SE pitt ute Varennes We seel Perey ;
ss eae Whitt S BS mld

mney ever

} Shoe
i i SAS eee a


| Celeded his

a “4 "Pekin. Medical attention wes requir-

> ed He is believed to be suffering from”
. << ‘emhauston and later was semoyed to.
os this home in Scottsburg.
“ * | The kidnaper boldly: stopped. at a
pine station in» South Boston. and
pclae gasdline but the youth who},
af waited on him failed to recognize that
anything was amiss and neglected to
mention the incident for some time.
| By that time the bandit apparently
had turned jnto one of: the four side
roads b ng off the four-mile.
stretch n there and Salein and
era, ¢
The bloodhounds were brought yore;
from Lexington, Ky., and immediately :
nosed theie way into the heart of ths!
forest presetve * at Henryville, near:
: Underwood where Deputy Sheriff |.
Harold Amick was fata y shot. ©. |
es rently of three persons, °
stained rags and a pool’ of. plood |
wie found in the forest trate but
could not be followed before the biped
hounds arrived.
The. rags supported a belief: that at
least one of the gangsters wa’ wotnd
. ed in the running gun fight
$3. Highway No, 31 from Seymour' to.)
Underwood fast night. | -
Shortly ,before Deputy Sheriff)
Amick was killed at Underwood, , Night”

ee ee Tae

phase the’ world
(sae oF Ju. dr wo ¢

along U.

“The forest ia ten miles lo : and
three ‘miles wide and is surround by
treacherous ang) sparsely populated In
diana knobs. !

~ Amick was ‘not among the ‘ofheers
who trailed the bandits on their! mad

died without: a chance to save
ged without. knowing the: ‘men.
t. He and hie brother ,/ Sheriff

Wilkner: Amick, of Scott county; the
sheriff's son, Harold 19, and Deputy
Sheriff Fred Grove, were parked at
j the side of the filling Beaton, welsh
for chicken thieves. -

““I heard the noise-of tires on the
; Poad and knew cars were. coming fast,”
} said Grove. “The bandits tried to turn
into a side road and the car hit the
front of the filling station, Wilmer re
‘marked, *There’s some. drunk,’ and we
went around to investigate. =

“As we went around, pne of the
(men climbed out the left side of. the

. Two others got out the right.

Wihoae a-word, the first’ man fired
2 pate shots into Deputy Sheriff Amick’s
face. He fell. Wilmer and the same
i man ‘exchanged «shots . as he ran
}around the side of the station. The
| other two went around the other side.
They got together at the back of the
| place and ran through the fields, All
of us were shooting at them and they

er

i

‘were shooting back. I ducked and fell |’

over a bread box-ut the first, saving
i myself from being hit,”

Farmers, “minute — men,” Legion-
naires and citizens armed themselves
with shotguna and pistols and joined |
the pursuit. .
rh Approximately fifty Pouisviliect uni-
formed policemen and half as many |
Jocal private Citizens, armed with ma- |
i chine guns, riot rifles,’ shotguns and)
| bear vas bombs Were aldis K vhe Indi-
lana man hunt,

Dher

TT eee

Compliance Boards :
‘ In, Six Cities Named i

CWE Dire.

months

ods MEETING POSTPONED

. The.meeting of the Lac
Society of Wall® Street
Churen, har been poatpor
Thursday, June 7 to Thu

14, The season © will cho

; t the hone. of M
course through Southern Indiana and cs be “

Hill on. the Plank™ Road.
are to assemble at 10:00 ¢
*| Thursday morning, and will
by motor to Mrs, Hills. An i Be
busingss - meeting will be
2:30 p. m “at which time pe
be made for the coming y

ENTERTAINED Q E. soc

Membcrs of — thekQneen
Society of Wall Street
Church, held oa aneeting
evening, at the home of M
Elva. Jones, on - East Map!
Miss “Mary Elva Jones, p

-was in charge of the meeti

tion of officers was held, th
ing being elected: © Preside
Marths Jane Frank; vice p
Miss Mildred — Chandler: co
ing secretary, Miss Alice Ch
cording. secretary, Miss
Mende; treasurer, = Miss.
Coletaan,

— oo

;
DRILL TEAM DANCE
The White Fawn Drill
the Degree ¢f Pocahontas, is
ing a dance at the Jefferson &
Wednexday, June 6.
The public ix invited,
A
Miss Irene Miller of Ohio
Visit ing friends in Evs
Indiana,

is

Mayme. MeLemore,
has been ~ confi
by an illnesa -«
is ré porte

Sirs
who
home

GoTATON:

Peay ings.

Mr: Pend Mrs °C


| cCmmulttee have rated over ($19,000 for th

| $0,000 by to-morrow county
| the amount will reach about 857,000,

cial to the Post says: “ War has @t last been
declared with the contractors of the Canadisa

Ments on the section north ‘Lake Ba
companpy having refused to pay the claims of

| who hed contracts on three of the sections, and

courts The company in thé majorit
tLe ocntractors co operating with the

| Tothing'to fear, aod y the want of funds
| the reason the clai are not settled.

*Crepb mod Rio Grande Ratlroed company di-
rechors to day elected the follow! officers,
silof St. Joe: A, M. Baxton, pres it; WwW.

Weerurer. Joseph Hanson, secretary. The se:
roochwest through Kansas to the Rio Grande,
Nee inthe fact that it will afford direct com
TEENA OG with thé great cattle regi®a of the
outhwear St Jon capitalists have $18 00): 100

sew York, fivencts! agent of On Jerdoak, the

tbe Tactic) reiiway bas been Completed, bas
he government bae not’ yeu aosepted it Sir

op behsif cf certain. st.ckh>) ers, forbace tis

mittee of the Trunk ‘lines was in seesivg again

A Little Miunderstandiag
‘SPectal To Tas Nee)
BRERMAN. Dotober 16 —A few menths ago

the Texas and Faciito ard Housos ard foxes

Central railroads became involved ine dtiue
Mirunderstandingover the onutes in wh oy the
drainage from thet part of -/h etty. lying
Porth of the Texas and Pacif> end east of the

Hroston and Texas tentral ebuild be turned
The Texas and Pacific got the beet of the fight
end in CONSEQUENCE the aiready large diwh
*bich rons on the east side of ‘the Hoasten
Sod Texas Gentral has been worn to a great
fxtenk. Im feet. at several points south of
rade Is washed from anilor
& that the right of way was
Carrie! away, the company
ar begun the constraction of aetane wall. of
soMcientfheight to Protect the grade from
the rush Of freehete and overflows The wail

| * C¥er ® Quarter of ® mile long and will. coat
over $1) Gan

The Victoria Hatiway

(BPeOAL. To Tee News./

VICTOR Aj lots ber 1h —At the rece 1 mest-
‘hg of the stockholders < f the Victoria division
Of the Atlantic ey stem of the Southera Pacido
company, the fc lowing board of direovors was
eco, to wito eG, Pp Huntington, M.D. Mon
terrate. Charies Crocker, A. C Hatehioeon,
FS. Beochdaia. ¢ © Gibbe and © 8 Walla
after which the boant Wee Organized by elect
ing & P. Hootirgton, president; M DD. Mon
MIrTate, Viceopresident and geveral superin
tendent.: Gee Welt, secretary and 1D, C.
rcetor treasurer. The officers of tee division
g've optversal satisfaction, Phe headquarters

wll cop tinue at Victoria.
The Marehati ind: Reviwnaenen
(Sreclat ro Tae News.
DARP MAN, October 14 ~The citizens of Sher-
en are thorcaghly awake to regard to the
Mereba!). and Northwestern (narrow gauge)
rarroed. and when Vice-President Harbill re

Urpe to make « proposition, it will doa dtiess
he accepted. if at ali reasonable. It is probable
that the ¢urvey already made from Sherman

Pittahorg > Cemo county, via Ladonia,
coopers end Movnt \ ernon will be tendered
a 60 atditiona) inducement to secure toe road

Se eae ERR
Neleing Momey for the aremess Passe Road, .
iBreciat To Tas Newa)|
Fax ANTONIO, October 164,—The railrca!

Arentas Page railway, and will make'it resoh

failed to raise the required in time
tpecifed Taking into consideration a land
Scpation and another conditional donation,

age erendndpmetbibedishiste ats :
War «ith the Ceomiracters.

New York; October 16—A Montreal spe-

Pacific railroad, and the over: pay-

will probably soon be brought to light Tns

the contractor, y have entered actions ag:

Tegating $1,000, against the company.
be largest claim is that of John J. McKee

of

cases claim that they have been victi by
en-

givecrs The contractors pretend they om

The m. 3 and Hie Urande,
Cr Joerrn, M@, October 16—The Bt

AY McDonald. vice president; 8. A. Walker.

‘eon cf general manager and was
trrtponed. The road is to extend from &t. Joe

ton to Denver, Its importance to this city

ret din cattle in thas country aad Montana

The ( anadian Pacific,
CATAWA, Ont, October 16 -D, O. Milla, of

t reliwey comtractor, bas’ arrived here.

Mills inys the Beitiah Coldnibia section of

Cbarks Tepper wilt arrive fo aday or two
Phin hha) arranpementé welll probably oe
mate with Mesere. Mile and Ondard mk aod
the British: Coiumtda “seetion handel Over to
the Pacific Railway. company

Hochester toad suid,

Recuvetak No ¥,. October 16 --The entire
property of: the Kocheeter aod Pittebarga
Kallroan company .was eo) 1, to-day, an ter 4
decree of the BupremeCourt. by Hot. Jota M
Davy.rcferve. lt Was purchased ja tha (ater
est of the boudh ldere by Abram feelin: of
New Work) for 8)100,000. WwW. of Olaistea 4

Trek deh rotchia
New Yorn, October )6 — The stas {hig em

Citizens Pear that an Effort

Wil be Made to Abrogate It
New Yorx, October 16—A Washiagton
fpecial says: A few days ago acable dispatoh
from Berlin announced that many Amerioan
Germans having lately been molested by the
- German goverement and preseed into the mili
tery service, Minister Pendleton was taking
steps to save them from such annoyance here

May. 8: Gen! 10% ‘clone tt

ductors ceespe
| Merchant Traveler

a chances : oon -
affair was postponed.

ienel J M. Means. the git ap and git pas
gent of the FP eimont Air ling ic Texas,
** JuUM«Ompleted « thorough imapectioa of
The colonei masa fine road
a large business

t+ ornmenl Quiet at $1 90

GQ Mc: Texan, HG Bee
Bteady at $1 7

Provisone— Yuiet and unchanged, «
Trericus quota lone.

bie feld of labor
to work for, but he could du
passenger for a mud ¢oow, he bas

It is believed now that the
train on the Ga
nm Antonio railroad, will indace
ement of that road to
‘rating, but not before the lst of November.
bere is not even a passenger coach attached
to the freight traine for the secomm
of local business along the line.
Colorado is vo
of the oar load

long clear, $5
Ls bert clear, $5.70
Becon- Long clear, $4 TES 8: short
short clear 86 r
Hame- 19 90@1) 00
Afternoon Board—
Corn— Steady.

veston, Harris car minister is attempting

& new treaty
tbe status of German American

Wheat advaneed ic

CHICAGO PRODUCE MARK
Cnicacc, October 16

Wheat-OpAned weak and

Mour—Steady

ry was made of First
ate Pérter, who is in

said thet there bad been map

tecting German-American
old bome, but that this

concerned, and directly
ver jobbers, who want

pro
the egitation will be
make po change. as

The diememberment of the Readi system,
the foreclosure pers Hes is be-
is being discussed. Tha

and the declire in wheat:

os tbe result of
Neved to be ineyi
Pbiladelpbia and
miles of iteown line, It
four minor roads and vanals
miles. Many of these,
seperated from the
probatle that there will at
of some 400 miles of the leased |
the 08 miles of the Central of N
15° miles of the Lebigh and 8:
some others

6%. November, #5 %O@*t Debeanti
6

Moats— Steady

eee it seems 50@3 75; abort rip, 85 50 short

ines, tacluding
ew Jersey, the
uequehanna, and

et

Board
Wie November, 8c Tecan ber
ater higher. Pork vac

KANSAS CITY PRODUCE MARKE
Cash, 7t%¢c bid. No
M4y0.

many, and that
and

bid,
Oate- Nominai at 230 ask

BOSTON WOOL MARKET.

45, market weak and 1

er, at $3 Bes o.”
(Sreciat to Tas News) my
HENRIETTA, October 16.—The Burton hote!

fire. It was insured for ST, LOUIS LIVE STOCK MARKET.

October 16,—Cattiep
} Scarce aad quiet, but dem
native

F280. The loss is

Sr.
PN tl omy

children the feel t
» The berea
of a)! our citi

PRE

=s

CHICAGO LIVE sTOCK
Cuicae@o, October
ports:

i
i

—_———
HIGHER COURTS DECISIONS,

Supreme Coart.
[8rrcia, ro Tus News)
TYLER, October 16.—The following decisions
wrre handed down in the

er: Datives and

yy, Datives, $1 Te.

Supreme Curt to- ans, $1 3@3 00;

5 iy
lambs, per head, $3 KOG4
LIVE 8TOCK MARKET
Beeoves —Reoeipt
rt, were 143 cari
on sale from pre
ere scarce lower g

Could wot “he

Affirmed: Interuational
ern railway ve. Orinand, from A
ty; International
way ve, Watts, fro
ding ve. Boyd et aj
remanded: Tayler et al.
ar tf T eepeman: Pel
rendered for a ante: Pel-
urray et al, from Henderson

Sulmitted on briefs and ar
pertics: International and
tailwey va. Divine,
cent Insurance cow
Cheickee county,

A NEW technical school
in Spripgfield, Maxs
the country, or, ind
* Be bool! for Christie

New Yorn. October 16
cludieg 24 cari
@nd W carload
arrivals good and prime «te
Were more than plenty and
Out @t a reduction of 2
tive steers: rar
fteers brought & oc vei
rados went at $4 lv. °
co

joada for expo

@ was executed
man named Me Mullen
wary last, the house being
cover the crimo,
during his imprison-
Various times several
mission of the deed
© of these Jainas Dea

Grenvitie Merri erdinary to choles.
bem rtel ve made three confeesions
» ipplicating at

Otber parties in the com
On the strength of on
wee also sentenced to

Shee p— Receints, soo.
ip the pens from former
Way.and the marke:
lower; extremen, Fy dG) EO
5 OBhy for lamba

ment for both
reat Northern
from Wood county: Crea
pany va. Camp et al , from

rechipta: Liiva

Sopreme Court,
leased, altbough
anoiber county as a pn
pormble trouble. Cort
Bloce last night be ret
ing the « fforts
failed to afferd bim ap
to be carries to the sont
fell be mece o short
twiee, bus ff

and will now doubtless be re
last night removed to
reca ition against any
nteeriy pros
used food aad
Of bie spiriteal alviser
¥ consol stlon
Wd Before the drop
The rope broke
oily was adjusted satiafae
© ipinutes life was.

THE code?! has -receitad

rie bead i bg been
to the dacgbrr
girl eo Cividet ter

tell which was
Be, Kline's Great the rivals pouto the fiegh ti
rat day's aaa, Mar
tial bottle free to
Arch st., Phila ja,

Frre.-- All Fite ato
Nerve Restorer
Treatiae and $2 ¢

Fit Cases. Bend to Dr Kiine, end were about

Throat Disetaree doniunence with a Congeh, Gald,
Bircng } Pith Treat

A Mistake. Claimed,

oes ie th Poll poape sation

; hd petition In

appitsstion fara reoount

tuatctpal election on

* Complexion Powder is universally
( esteemed ae the oaly Powder that

AN aoth tity io eulinery
Will ii prove the « mplexion,

Oh@@ae Kigy be dew
Freese email piece
Pgeinet a frertily «
the paper is reddene

tatiers mys
vted in the follow
of bine litmus pa

ba liots.
Use no other, OF the batios

when. Oottrel
Friant te ont hargel, hat
cistred mistakes were made it
the rpumker of votes cast,

ad fostantly and inten

sray hale by Parker's Hair may be regarded with susph-ioa.


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Orelle, wh,

from homes, stores and business offices,
The streets were filled with persons
running to their cars, testing locked
doors.

But speedy as had been Terry’s re-
sponse to Bruce’s request, Wharton
had been speedier.

When Benjamin Greene, a Denver
printer, visiting the Union Printers’
Home on the west side of Colorado
Springs, heard the radio appeal and

went to check his car, he found it’

missing.
Greene telephoned Police Headg

ters immediately, giving a desg

and the license number of his

a light-green Graham-Paige.

Springs
that were

was on his way to Colora
with the four bloodhound
kept at the prison.

He had been instrugfed to bring
them to the Bishop hgme on Sierra
Madre Avenue, where detectives, in
the meantime, had mage several start-
ling discoveries.

First, they found two revolvers—one,
an old style .41 single-action Reming-
ton; the other, a /.765 automatic of
‘““Spanish make.” /And they found a
box half-filled with bullets identical
to the empty shg@lls which had been
found upon thef floor in the hotel
room beside the glain detective’s body.

The Spanish n was bloodstained.
Was it the killew’s weapon?

Equally impoftant, they found in
Wharton’s roo a pair of number
eleven slippers, |the uppers of which
ran over the sides, and with the nails
which fastened the rubber heels show-
ing through. T slippers were cov-
ered with mud.

Bruce was not\present when these
articles were foun¥.

He was on the talephone once more,
this time calling JoSeph Marsh, Super-
visor of the State Ni
Patrol—the Colorado
—and putting into opwration for the
first time another plan
Chief Harper months befo

Briefly, Bruce explained
tion—the killing of Latting, th is-
covery that Wharton was in all prob>
ability the killer, a full story of his
escape in Colorado Springs and a de-
tailed description of the man, includ-
ing a vivid picture of his “light blue
veralls covered with red paint
pots,”

A minute later Marsh was on the
ir over the Denver police radio sta-
ion and over the State Police radio at
Las Animas, Colorado, as follows:

“Attention all State police
sheriffs—Code 323.”

That, repeated three times, was all
he police announcers said at the mo-
nent. By prearrangement they all
cnew what it meant.

That instant, in every section of Col-
vado, State motor courtesy patrol cars
veaded, with sirens open and at top
‘speed, in an already determined di-
‘ection.

Each car was “high-tailing it” to
‘n agreed destination on some Col-
srado highway, there to throw up a
varricade through which no automo-
vile could pass without challenge.

Over mountain roads to the west,
he cars roared to narrow bottle necks
n the passes. On the plains and
orairies other cars raced to strategic
oints long since selected by Harper,
Marsh, Detective Captain James E.
“hilders of Denver, Sheriff Lewis J.
Vorker of Pueblo and other law en-
orcement officials.

and

1 a such crew, commanded jointly

by Undersheriff Charles—Chick—
*oster of Arapahoe County and G. J.
carrell, Assistant Supervisor for the
‘ourtesy patrol, screeched to a stop at
\ railroad underpass two miles south
£ Littleton, Colorado, and 26 miles
rom Denver.

In the party was Police Chief I. E.
jummers and State Patrolmen James
‘ole, Merle Young, Vernon Drain, Du-
‘ne Haudrick and Vern Kutz.

Signs reading, “Stop! State Police!”
vere set up. ‘*

“Surely,” argued motorists,

6

who

were stopped and questioned at this
point, “there’s no sense in setting up
a barricade here, some 50 miles from
Colorado Springs. Why don’t you boys
move in closer?”

Back at Colorado Springs, Wharton,

In his mind’s eye he pictured the
mad manhunt that was going on
around Colorado Springs. He had
heard the call, “Code 323,” but he had
not grasped its significance. He never
even gave the three numbers a thought

at that moment, it later developed, was
heading, not in the directi : .
i ; but up through
ass, the painted trail
northern edge of
te.the west-

as he roared on over the old Indian
ail, now one of the State’s safest and
most béareti highways.

Fifteen miles west he swung
the car southward toWexd the South
Park country and Deckers.

“Not a copper looking for me
where!” he smiled to himself.
figure I’m still around the Springs—

twisting
whic
ed

Timely Events

REGRETFULLY Orriciat Detective Stories learns of the un-

timely death—the vicious killing—of Patrolman W. Ray
Dixon of the Indiana State Police, June 27, 1938. Under orders
to aid all motorists, Dixon climbed out of his patrol car to help
two apparently stranded drivers, faced a deadly barrage of
gunfire. He collapsed before he could draw his gun, died at
dawn the next day. His attackers—Orelle and Clarence Easton
—were captured a few hours later in Illinois. Clarence was
killed in battle, Orelle is about to stand trial.

Dixon was accompanied on his last patrol by a South Bend,
Indiana, news photographer, Ralph J. Hennings, who luckily
escaped death by slipping in a ditch.

. Dixon and Hennings were co-authors of the story “Get Your
Man—or Else!” in the issue of Orricitat Detective Srories
dated January 15, 1938, recounting the capture of Robert Shaw,
who killed Deputy Sheriff Harry E. Spice, December 3, 1937.
Shaw died in the electric chair at Michigan City less than
20 hours after Dixon's death.

To the last, Dixon—and Shaw—knew it was “—or Else!”

Supporting the “Can You Solve This?” article run in
OrriciaL Detective Stories of June 22, 1938, which seeks to
solve the strange disappearance October 15, 1937, of Mrs. Artie
Mabie, Mrs. Margaret Reddon and Thomas Lorimer of Melvin-
dale, Michigan—the city itself is now offering a $500 ca
award for information. The reward is made to the
e in the hope that someone will come
assistan

at
ard with

“The Lavandar Horror in Forest Glen” appeared in the
August 15, 1937, issue of Orricia, Detective Stories, reveal-
ing the long investigation into the killing of Mrs. Agnes Lavan-
dar in Chicago, February, 1930. In 1932 Vernon Royals, sixteen,
was convicted of the killing after he pleaded guilty to rape. The
Supreme Court reversed the conviction and, after serving a
term for rape, he was released July 1, 1938.

In the killing of J. W. Burke, Los Angsles banker, on Janu-
ary 21, 1938, as described in Orricta, Derective Srories of
April 13, 1938, Fred H. Killian, the "Six-Foot-Seven Stick-Up!”
turned State’s evidence against his accomplice, Albert Lipp,

. who was convicted of murder. Killian pleaded guilty June 28,
1938, and has been sentenced to life.

OrriciaL DeTEcTIVE Stories, eager to present the full in-
side detailed story of successful investigations, often does not
wait for the trial of persons accused of crimes. This depart-
ment, Timely Events, is introduced on this page from time to
time in fairness to our readers who have followed our stories
and who wish the final dispositions of these cases.

The man heard the description of
himself sent through the ether.

“Damn these pants!” he said.

Then he heard the numbers of the
car he was driving being broadcast.
There was a car beside the road—a
fisherman’s car whose owner had
parked it there while he wandered in
search of a creel of trout.

Wharton stopped, and in a few sec-
onds had switched license plates.

“They'll stop that guy and he’ll have
a tough time explaining who he is—
it'll give me more time to get out of
this country!” the killer chuckled.

Again, he cursed the telltale blue

- overalls with their red paint spots.

But delay, he felt, was dangerous.

or headed over the main highway to
Denver.”

At Deckers he turned eastward and
then south again.

In the meantime, patrolmen sitting
in their barricades beside two score
roads stopped each passing car, ques-
tioned each occupant and examined
each person’s wearing apparel.

Three hours had passed.

And then, Norman Winston Whar-
ton, swinging into the underpass south
of Littleton, came face to face with a
sign that read, “Stop! State Police!”

It was too late to turn. It was im-
possible to drive on through—three
cars blocked the highway. There was
no place to turn off—no field over

which to drive or flee on foot to safety.

Nothing but the concrete walls of the

underpass were visible on either side.

Foster on his left and Carrell on his
right already had reached his side.

“Here’s our man,” said Foster, tak-
ing one look inside the car and spotting
Wharton’s overalls.

The killer might just as well have
been wearing a sign.

“You're Wharton—the man who
killed that detective at the Broad-
moor,” said Foster. It was not a ques-
tion. It was a statement.

“Yea,” said the killer, and slumped

er the wheel,

Rey put the handcuffs on him.
“Thy in a bad way,” he said.
Wharton was rushed to the Denver

city jail,\where he made a full con-

fession to Retective Sergeant Lee Rae-

ater he was on his way
back to Colorado Springs in custody of
Bruce and Glagier.

Returned to\Chief Harper’s office,
Wharton made Another full confession
in the presence\of Assistant District
Attorney Thomag Purcell.

“I wanted some money .. . a lot of
money,” he said.) ‘““I was nuts about
a girl, but she wguldn’t go away’with
me. I figured sh@ was like all dames
—wanted a guy td have dough before
pe would have anything to do with

im.

“I had bought la gun from a New
York mail order House and so on Sat-
urday afternoon I Bot it out and started
out to find a liké@ly-looking couple. I
figured I’d find s®me up around Lov-
er’s Lane, near /fthe Broadmoor. But
when I got out/there, I heard about
the night club/ opening and all the
swells that wére to be there, and I
figured I coyfd get more by robbing
some room ji the hotel.
something of the hotel—
the golf club there and ran

| HUNG around outside the window

of the room I entered later. I
heard two men and two women talk-
ing about going to the night club. I
saw them leave.

“I climbed in the window and was
prowling the joint when the old man
(Latting) put his key in the door and
walked in. He couldn't see me. I
told him to stop. He didn’t, though. He
kept coming and reached for his gun,
He said something and I said again to
stop. He pulled his gun out. Well, I
let him have it—it was him or ine.”

“You shot him after you took his
gun, didn’t you?” Bruce asked.

“Both before and after,” answered
Wharton. ‘“‘I shot him in the heart
the first time. He fell and I took the
gun and then I shot him three times
more.”

“Why didn’t you just clip him?”
asked Bruce. “He was an old man.”

“Aw, nuts to you and that stuff! He’d
have shot me just like I shot him if
he’d had the chance.”

“Why didn’t you leave town then?”

“Well, I_was broke, for one thing.
And then I read in the paper where
you had arrested a guy and I figured
I was safe.”

They led the man, described by
Bruce as “the coldest-blooded killer TI
have ever known in all my thirty years
of experience,” away to a cell in the
County jail.

“Tl beat this rap,” boasted Whar-
ton. ‘“You’ll never get me in the gas
chamber!”

Then he stuck his fist through a
window and tried to cut his wrist on
the glass. Deputies held him while his
belt and shoes were taken away. He
was placed in the jail’s padded cell.

Murder charges were filed immedi-
ately. Under Colorado law, Wharton
cannot be brought into court before
September, even though he goes
through with his statement that he
will plead guilty. A jury must decide
his fate.

He sits alone in his cell, having re-
quested that everyone, including his
father, the girl he said he was “nuts
about” and especially “those pesky re-
porters” be kept away.

oT


“It may break the whole case,” said
Sheller. “Jealousy, revenge—boy, that
nude sure can talk to us now.”

“We've got to find the model,” said
Connelly. “They paint them things
from models, don’t they?”

“If they don’t,” said Sheller, “we’re
going to be wasting a lot of time.”

In every large city there are several
modeling bureaus where professional
models register and are assigned to
different jobs. Most of these are for
photographers. In addition, there are
regularly listed painters’ models. And
in many cases art students and artists
pose for one another.

Sheller and Connelly began their
search immediately. Every modeling
bureau in Philadelphia was checked
but none of them had any record of
Artist Frank Whiteside hiring one of
their girls. Connelly wired New York
and enlisted the help of the Man-
hattan police in the belief that the
model might have come from that
city. Still no.

Then, patiently, the detectives
traced every artist and art student who
had been connected with Whiteside
recently. They began with members
of the Sketch Club, then with other
students of the artist. This work took
several days, but when they were
finished they had not found the girl
who modeled for Whiteside’s nude.

“There’s only one thing to do,” said
Connelly. “Go back and get a good
look at that painting. Get a picture of
it if you can. We’ll take that picture
around to every friend of Whiteside’s
and maybe somebody will identify it.”

Sheller and a police photographer
made the trip back to the Whiteside
house. The elderly housekeeper clucked
reprovingly when the Lieutenant told
her what he wanted to see, and led
the way, wordlessly, to the attic of the
building.

The room was musty, dark, crowded
with unfamiliar objects. Many of them,
Sheller could see, were paintings, evi-
dently more discarded canvases done
by the same hand that had brought to
life the mysterious nude, the hand that
now had been stilled forever.

The housekeeper led them to a large
frame covered with cloth. Behind that,
Sheller knew, was the picture he was
seeking, perhaps the key clew to the
case. What would he discover when
that cloth was removed? What story
would the nude have to tell? Perhaps
—the fantastic thought struck him—
perhaps this painting had not been
done by Whiteside at all. No one in his
family had seen it before he died.

Could it have been planted in his.

room by the same unseen hand that
struck the artist down, as part of a
bizarre, weird pattern of murder?

i fap unceremoniously, the woman
drew back the cloth.

Sheller gasped involuntarily. Per-
spiration broke out on his forehead and
his knees wobbled. He grabbed the
arm of the photographer.

He was staring at the deep blue
eyes, the white skin and high cheek-
bones of Leona Fischbach!

In his office Inspector Connelly was
reading disgruntledly a newspaper
clipping of the Fischbach-Peters case
and cursing the general undepend-
ability of juries. That very morning—
while Sheller was at the Whiteside
home—a jury had refused to send
William Peters to the electric chair, in
spite of the conclusive and definite
evidence Connelly had amassed so
painstakingly. The verdict had been
guilty, all right, but guilty of murder
in the second degree. Even then
Peters was on his way to Eastern Peni-
tentiary to begin his life sentence.

Lieutenant Sheller burst into the
office, waving a photograph excitedly
in the air.

“It’s her!” he cried. “It’s her!”

“What’s her?” asked Connelly.

“It’s Leona Fischbach, that’s who it
is!” said Sheller. “The nude—”

Connelly leaped to his feet, sending
his chair crashing to the floor. He
grabbed the photograph from Sheller
and studied it for a moment.

“By the old Harry,” he said, “you’re
right, Pete. It’s her all right.”

He stared at the picture again. Then

oD—6a

he righted his chair and sat down,
calmly, disgustedly.

“What of it?” he asked in a weak
voice.

“What of it?” asked Sheller.

“Yes, what of it? Here we look all
over Hell for the model of that picture
because we figure she can tell us a lot
about the murder. And when we iden-
tify her, she’s dead. She can’t tell us a
thing.”

Sheller, too, sank into a chair.

“That’s right,” he said. Then, “How
about this fellow Peters?”

“I was thinking about him,” said
Connelly. “But I can’t see it. Remem-
ber, Leona was in New York for two
years and when she came back she
didn’t talk to Peters at all except to

Yes, she knew Mr. Whiteside, as a stu-
.- dent knows an instructor only, though.
She had mentioned him often.

Leona’s name was on the records of
both the Club and the Academy, the
officers found, but .she had resigned
from. them two years before and in
this way had escaped the feverish
original search for the model of the
nude.

Apparently she had _ contacted
Whiteside again after her return from
New York. She must have posed for
him then. Or was Shuler right? Had
Whiteside painted his picture from
some obscure memory of the girl? If
he had, then the entire theory of the
officers was incorrect.

There the case rested. No matter

Timely

October, 1938.

disposition of these cases.

HE one-time Adonis of New York City’s police department,

Arthur W. Chalmers, has discovered that there is no es-

cape from the twenty-years-to-life sentence he was given
for the murder of Irma Louise Pradier on July 20, 1937. The
Appellate Division of New York courts denied a reversal of
Chalmers’ conviction. This case was carried in the Septem-
ber 15, 1937, OrriciaL DETECTIVE Stories, under the title, “New
York's Affair of the Policeman's Mistress.”

Robert Kenyon, sallow-faced farm youth from: the Ozark
country, was executed in Missouri's lethal gas chamber for the
kidnap-murder of Doctor J. C. B. Davis of Willow Springs, Mis-
souri. This case was described in the April 15, 1937, OFFICIAL
DETECTIVE Stories, as “Snatch of Missouri's Doctor Davis.”

First-degree murder was the verdict returned against Rod-
ney Grieg for the killing of pretty Leona Vlught in Oakland,
California. Grieg must die in the lethal gas chamber at San
Quentin. This case was described in the February, 1939, issue,
‘Who Left Leona in Lovers’ Lane?”

After giving him the best of medical care to heal a wound
in his shoulder, the State of Indiana executed Orelle Easton,
convicted murderer, on the night of June 2, 1939. Easton was
wounded in a pitched-battle with police officers near Kankakee,
Illinois, after he and his brother, Clarence, had killed. an Indiana
State Trooper near La Porte and kidnaped two deputy sheriffs.
This story, “The Four-State Pact Gets Its Man,” was carried in

In order to give its readers the full inside story behind
investigations into current crimes, before they can get them
elsewhere, Orriciat DETECTIVE Stories often does not wait for
the trial of the accused persons. This department is presented
on this page from time to time to inform readers of the final

evant:

tell him to leave her alone. How could
he find out that she’d posed for the
picture?” .

“Well, there’s a connection some-
where,” said Sheller. He rose and
picked up the photograph. “I’m going
to find it.” ;

“Okay,” said Connelly. “I’m with

ou.”
® Back to the Whiteside home went
Sheller and Connelly. .

“No,” said Mrs. Whiteside, “Mr.
Whiteside never used models. He
never painted life-studies except for
that one, and I’m sure he did not use
a model. No, I never heard of Leona
Fischbach.”

The next stop for the two officers
was at the office of Clyde Shuler, son-
in-law of the dead man.

“Mr. Whiteside never’ has used
models since his student days,” Mr.
Shuler declared emphatically. ‘“‘His en-
tire work was confined to instruction
and landscape painting.”

Sheller asked him about the nude.

“T am certain no one posed for that
picture,” Shuler said. “He painted it
only to cover a bare spot on the library
wall. I imagine he did it from memory
or from a photograph, rather than a
live model.”

Adolph Fischbach, the bereaved
father of Leona, however, was much
more helpful. Leona had been a mem-
ber of the Sketch Club before she left
for New York, he said, and had been a
student at the Pennsylvania Academy.

how the officers checked, they could
find no connection between Leona and
Whiteside beyond their casual ac-
quaintance as student and teacher two
years before.

There was only one logical suspect
—William Peters. He had been so
madly in love with Leona that he
killed her rather than give her up.
But so far there: was nothing to show
that Peters had been acquainted with
Whiteside—nothing to show that he
even knew of Leona’s contact with the
artist. In addition two different guns
had been used in the two cases. The
gun that had killed Leona Fischbach
was a .32 caliber; the Whiteside death
weapon was a .38.

Sheller and Connelly discussed this
phase of the case through and through.

“Remember,” said Connelly, ‘““White-
side painted this picture within two
weeks before he was killed. If Leona
posed for it, then it is almost certain
that Peters did not know about it, be-
cause Leona was not on _ speaking
terms with him then.”

However, there was one way to
check this positively. Two persons had
reported seeing mysterious men around
the neighborhood. One was the woman
who had seen a short, fat man loiter-
ing near the Whiteside residence. The
other was the Whiteside milkman, who
had noticed the artist arguing in the
Reading Terminal with a mysterious
stranger.

Could these two identify Peters? It

was doubtful in the extreme. Yet if
they could, then Connelly would be
justified in investigating the crazed
baker further. And if they were posi-
tive that Peters was not the man they
had seen, then the detectives could
eliminate him as a suspect immedi-
ately.

In the back of his mind Connelly
searched for some scheme whereby he
could make the identification, or lack
of identification, effective enough to
stand up in court. It would not be
sufficient to put the suspect in a line-
up—then the witnesses would be look-
ing for someone. No, he would have to
make it much more casual. But how?

TAT night Detective Lieutenant Ir-
win Mack uncovered a lead to the
Robby family. He located a man who
once had owned a store in the neigh-
borhood where the Robbys lived. This
man remembered them well, and re-
membered, too, that they had men-
tioned relatives living in Lafayette,
Indiana.

Connelly, aroused from his sleep,
wired the Chief of Police in the In-
diana town, asking him if he could
locate William Robby through his
relatives in Lafayette. He received an
answer promptly:

WM. ROBBY LIVING WITH PARENTS
HERE. SHOULD I ARREST?

Connelly knew well that he did not
have: sufficient evidence to warrant an
ot cl arrest. Instead, he wired

ack:

CAN YOU ASCERTAIN DEFINITELY
WHEREABOUTS OF WM. ROBBY NITE
OF SEPTEMBER 19. HE IS SUSPECT
IN MURDER CASE HERE. *

The answer came through the fol-
lowing morning: It was:

ATTENDANCE RECORDS AT PURDUE
UNIVERSITY ESTABLISH BEYOND
DOUBT ROBBY IN CLASS' ENTIRE
AFTERNOON OF SEPTEMBER 19, EN-
TIRE MORNING OF SEPTEMBER 20.
IMPOSSIBLE FOR HIM TO REACH
PHILA AND RETURN DURING INTER-
VAL BETWEEN CLASSES.

And another clew had gone up in
flame. Or had it? It was possible that
the William Robby in Lafayette was
not the William Robby Philadelphia
police were seeking. They could be
cousins, or otherwise related, with the
same name. Connelly wrote to the
Lafayette Chief, enclosing Robby’s
finger-print classification and asking if
there was any way in which the
Lafayette Robby’s prints could be
checked without arresting him.

Then he turned his efforts to his
plan to have the two witnesses identify
Peters. He called Kohane into his
office and talked the case over with
him casually, not mentioning either
Leona Fischbach or Peters. Then he
brought up the subject of prisons.
Kohane was highly interested, where-
upon the Inspector made arrange-
ments to have him included in the
next party of visitors to be taken on
a tour through Eastern Penitentiary.

The woman who had reported the
short, fat man failed to respond to
Connelly’s bait. She definitely was not
interested in prisons; even when the
Inspector bluntly offered to include
her in the tour she turned him down.

The following week Connelly was on
hand for the tour of inspection, but he
remained well in the background.
Peters was working in the bakery, one
of the places visited.

The tour went through the cell-
blocks, the recreation grounds, the
machine-shop, print-shop, the kitchen,
then the bakery. Kohane was absorbed
in the work being done. He glanced at
the men only casually, not particularly
interested in any of them.

When they came to the bakery Con-
nelly stepped behind a door, where he
kept his eyes fixed on Kohane.
Would the man see Peters and recog-
nize him? Would he notice the convict
among the other bakery workers? Or
would he stare at him vacantly and
fail to make the identificaticn?

(

4 1934


I had been hit. I fell to the road and
rolled over into the ditch.

“These babies won’t play nice,” I
shouted, “so be careful.”

Gilliland had opened his front door
a crack; the shot startled him so that
he either slipped or fell—at any rate
we were both climbing up into the
bushes together and Witters was left
alone in the car. Even with the armor
plate, his position didn’t look so hot.
We’d have to help him some way.

The rifle slugs were raining against
the windshield now. The killer tried
four or five shots through the radiator
thinking they would penetrate below
the cowl but the heavy plate was im-
penetrable so he decided to shatter
the windshield by hitting repeatedly in
one spot. The third slug in the same
spot—and that man was a marksman—
crashed through, barely missing Wit-
ters. Glass showered over the Police
Chief, knocking his straw hat off.

Witters dived over into the back
seat. Gilliland had left the front door
on his side open a crack and Witters
now had to do his shooting through
that space. Something else started
worrying me about then.

“Doe,” I called softly to him, “bet-
ter count your shells; we’re about out.”

He clicked open his magazine and
held up six fingers—he had only six
more loads! Without ammunition he
would be at the bandits’ mercy.

Two, three, four, five times he shot
without effect. One more shot and
Witters was through!

Gilliland and I were circling around
for an unprotected angle, but we knew
if it came to shooting it out one of us
would get the gong—we were that
near out of ammunition.

Witters had ceased firing and so had
both bandits. No one was in sight. Just
then I sighted two Illinois State Pol-

icemen coming up behind our car. -

Their machine was traveling much as
ours had with mud spewing all over
its front.

“For Pete’s sake!” I exclaimed to
Gilliland. “Those fellows will barge
into that death-trap if I don’t warn
them.”

Keeping under cover, I circled back
to stop the newcomers.

Inside his squad car Witters raised
up to peek through the door crack
and see where the rifleman was. In-
stantly the rifle in the ditch flamed
and a bullet slammed right in through
the crack, flicking through his hair
and boring its way out the back of
the machine.

Minnesota's Hammer

neighbors who know what stuff Ken-
neth had around—and also the live-
stock he had. We’ll take a look around
the place and see if anything seems to
be missing besides the truck.”

“A good idea,” responded the Sher-
iff. ‘Kraemer and I will check around
the house.”

The State Crime Bureau operatives
and the coroner’s representatives ar-
rived. Doctor G. W. Callerstrom, the
deputy coroner, agreed with us.

“The slayer came in and struck both
the Oswalds on the head, knocking
them out,” he said. “That wouldn’t
make any noise. Kujawa would be
able to sleep through it upstairs. Then
the slayer tiptoed up and shot Kujawa.
You can see the bed isn’t disturbed.
Then the murderer returned and dis-
patched the Oswalds.”

He noted his formal verdict of wan-
ton murder in his report book and au-
thorized moving the bodies. We re-
newed our examination.

per rela WALL shook the bloody
pillow-slip which had been under
Kujawa’s head. Out fell a small ob-
ject. It was a distorted chunk of lead
—the fatal bullet.

We saved it carefully. It might bear
the “finger-prints” of Dallistics — the
telltale grooves that. would some day
match a slayer’s gun. Would we ever
find this weapon?

The bodies were borne to the black
wagon with the neat gold letters read-

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The rifleman wasn’t asleep, and
when Witters’. gun failed to answer,
the bandit must have decided the Chief
was out of ammunition. He began
worming his way. closer for the kill.
At the same time he became more
careless and once allowed his hat to
show higher than usual.

The Police Chief gambled all on his
last shot, and it was good!

The bandit’s hat flew off and he fell
back with a howl of pain. As he did
so, Witters burst from the car and
ran to cover in the bushes,

I succeeded in stopping the Illinois
squad car and they gave me a new
supply of ammunition and told me
that the Novy kid had been released
shortly after being kidnaped.

I ran back to Gilliland and on my
way I saw the blond outlaw helping
his partner into their car. They made
another attempt to get out of the
mud-hole and succeeded, but I knew
they couldn’t go far because I had
riddled their gas tank. We saw the top
of their car proceed a little way, turn
a corner and then stop. The pair un-
loaded and ran into the cornfield.

I looked in the direction they were
running and saw in the distance a
group of farm buildings—as I learned
later, the home of Byron Warner.

The Illinois State Policemen, Witters
and Gilliland had taken after them,
but I saw the outlaws had too much
of a start. I returned to the Illinois
squad car just as two Kankakee
County deputy sheriffs, Jesse Burton
and Clinton R. Craig, came roaring
down the muddy stretch.

I stopped them.

“The outlaws have taken to their
heels across that cornfield,” I said,
“but if you fellows can get turned
around we can head them off.”

DROVE to the other side of the
mile square section as fast as we
could and approached the Byron
Warner home. The house was located
about 500 feet off the road and where
the lane turned in a number of police
cars were gathered. We parked several
hundred feet down the road and took
to the field.

“Stay back,” called the officers.
“They’re going to shoot it out!”

It was dangerous going, but an oc-
casional rifle report drifted to us, so
we knew we were still ahead-of the
outlaws. We ran to the cover of the
barn and circled around just in time
to see the red-haired rifleman come
from behind the corn crib. He hadn’t
seen us.

“Drop that gun or.we’ll shoot,” I
challenged. © :

The outlaw stopped still, hesitated,
then cried out in a hysterical voice,
“Hell, go ahead and shoot then!”

He jerked the rifle to his shoul-
Ger. ss

Craig, Burton and I all shot simul-
taneously. The bandit dropped like a
log.

I ran and turned him over; there
was a ragged, bleeding hole through
his neck.

“Come on, Sheriff Lane,” called
Craig. “Let’s get the other one.”

“Don’t leave me here to die,”
screamed the fallen desperado, his
voice trailing off to a monotone. “Fin-
ish me now. Shoot me—shoot me here
in the heart.”

We circled the corn crib and saw the
blond killer entering the back door of
the farmhouse. Craig raised his gun
and fired one shot. The man fell back-
wards out of the door, a slowly widen-
ing, crimson stain soaking through his
shirt over one shoulder. We rushed in
and grabbed him,

When we returned to the other out-
law he was dead.

Disarmed and all his coekyness
gone, the blond killer gazed down at
his fallen comrade. .

“Clarence Easton is his name. He
was a great pal. He stuck with every-
thing he had until the last. He was
more than that—he was my brother!”

By this time some 200 officers had
arrived on the scene, so you see no
one of us was responsible for the cap-
ture of the cop-killing Easton brothers.
The dragnet was so efficient that es-
cape under any conditions would have
been impossible.

Patrolman Ray Dixon made a plucky
fight for life but his wounds were too
deadly; he passed away at 4:55 p.m.
that same afternoon, Monday, June 27.
A most likeable fellow, the 28-year-
old policeman was known to almost
everyone in his home town of South
Bend. Indiana, Michigan and Illinois
State Police all provided guards of
honor at his funeral on Thursday. The
large chapel in suburban Mishawaka,
where services were held, could hold
no part of his myriad friends, so they
contented themselves by lining the
street along which his body had to pass
to the cemetery. Though. Dixon’s life
ended at the age of 28 years, it
was not lived in vain, as the great
registry, filled with names of those
who mourned his passing night and
day while his body lay in state, will
testify.

and Hot Lead Massacre (Continued from Page 7)

ing: “Hennepin County Morgue.” The
truck lurched slowly from the yard,
then whisked away again down the
dusty road, leaving behind a heavy
gray veil of powdered silt which
whipped into the air—a mourning veil.
James Dwyer, crack young finger-
print expert of the State Crime Bu-
reau, was at work. His camel’s-hair
brush whisked powder over the bed of
polished walnut, over doorjambs and
along the stairway to the second floor.
Other operatives assisted him. i

In Minneapolis, at that time un-
known to us but reported to us not
long afterward, a State Crime Bureau
agent was visiting a small hotel, one of
those cheap lodging-houses that dot the
Gateway District.

For two weeks—since the theft of
the Oswald car—the agent had had a
“string” there on two letters. For this
was the hotel at which Robert Mc-
Leod was staying when arrested on the
forgery charge. And the two letters,
in which the grim-eyed Crime Bureau
agent had such an ‘interest, were ad-
dressed to Robert McLeod.

The agent had been watching for
McLeod to return. Now—suspected of
murder or at least wanted for ques-
tioning in connection with murder—
McLeod probably would not come
back. From now on minutes might
count.

‘A man’s letters are his private busi-
ness, but not when murderers are at

large. Eyes pried into the missives.
They yielded names—the names of two
women. One was from Wisconsin, one
from northwestern Minnesota. They
were personal letters—one of them ex-
tremely intimate in its references.
“Find that woman!” was the order.
And “find the woman’ became one of
the first objectives in the hunt for Mc-
Leod. The woman might lead us to
him. Fugitives often run to the arms
of their women friends, and sometimes
the women friends, shocked by the

In the jail at Kankakee, blond Orelle
Easton unfolded a tale of wanton
crime under questioning.

“Until three weeks ago we were two
respectable farmer boys,” said Easton.
“Our home was Valley City, North
Dakota. We both had been away to
college one year. Our records were
clean except for Clarence’s arrest for
drunkenness a year ago. Our father is
a respectable insurance agent in Valley
City—even now, he will be more sur-
prised than anyone when he hears
what a mess we got ourselves into.”

Tt boys, tired of odd jobs and small
pay, had decided to go after some
easier money.

“We picked up two cheap mail-order
pistols in a local pawnshop and started
toward Minneapolis in my rattle-trap
auto. Dad thought we were on our
way to Chicago to look for jobs.”

The plan was simple. First the boys
would do petty robberies: Purse
snatching, minor stickups, filling-sta-
tion robberies and the like. The get-
away would be in stolen automob'les,
and in order to frustrate pursuit, they
would change cars often—license
plates oftener.

“We didn’t aim to hurt anyone,” said
the younger Easton brother, “but at
the same time we were not going to
be taken.”

“Tll make it as tough for you as I
can,” he told officers when asked to
waived extradition proceedings to
Indiana.

But again the new four-State agree-
ment came into play and after a short
telephone conversation between Gov-
ernor Horner of Illinois and Governor
Townsend of Indiana and a swift ex-
change of legal documents, Sheriff
Wolf of La Porte County was speed-
ing the culprit to La Porte to stand
trial for murder.

“T didn’t fire the shots that killed
Dixon,” says Orelle Easton. “That was
my brother, Clarence.”

How convenient to pin the murder
charge on a dead man. But Walter
Sanders says no—and Ralph J. Hen-
nings says no. They saw Orelle do the
shooting.

Returning to La Porte, Orelle said
this to Sheriff Wolf:

“Clarence is the lucky one. He is
already dead and I don’t know what’s
going to happen to me. Sheriff, you’d
do me a real favor if you would put
these handcuffs on my ankles and
leave me in that field with a gun and
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IlLaPorte) June 3, 1939

Tragic details of the murder he witnessed

were vivid in the mind of Ralph (Dutch)

Hennings, wearing panama hat in the pic-

ture at left, as he described the baffling

slaying to Sheriff Joe Wolf. Hennings was
a close friend of Trooper Dixon.

by ALBERT W. SPIERS, JR.

CRIMSON TRAIL

BANDIT

road and U. S. route 20. Investigate!”

As his radio repeated the message, Trooper Ray Dixon
of the Indiana state police turned to his newspaper-photographer
pal sitting in the patrol car with him.

“That’s us, Dutch!’ The trooper touched the siren and sent
his patrol car pounding toward the accident.

At Fail road and U. S. 20, near Rolling Prairie, Ind., Dixon
found two battered cars. He made a thorough investigation as
his friend, Ralph (Dutch) Hennings, of the South Bend, Ind.,
News-Times, snapped pictures. Then Dixon placed one of the

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two drivers involved in the crash under arrest for recklessness
and started south along Fail road toward LaPorte, the county
seat.

Deputy sheriffs Charles Hahn and Joe Kowalczyk, who had
come from LaPorte to investigate the same accident, remained
a few minutes to clear traffic.

Slightly more than a mile from U. S. 20, Dixon rounded a
slight bend in the Fail road and came upon a parked sedan. Two
young men sat inside. The car’s hood was raised.

“What’s this, Dutch?” Dixon asked, stopping the police car.
It was his duty as an Indiana trooper to aid distressed motorists.

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NEXT TO LAST ACT: A
few minute? after this
picture was taken, OR-
ELLE EASTON, surviving
brother, knew his fate—
death by electrocution.

END OF A BLOODY TRAIL: Offi-
cial photograph of the rigid
corpse of Clarence Easton, after
police had dealt with him as in-
exorably as he had dealt with
one. of. their brother officers.

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shot south toward LaPorte, kicking
up gravel.

Walters now emerged from the
bushes and ran toward the pros-
trate trooper, ‘who was calling
feebly: ‘Dutch, Dutch! Help me,
Dutch!”

With a superhuman effort, Wal-
ters lifted Dixon into the patrol car
and sped to a LaPorte hospital.

Henning had raced through the
cornfield, swung south, and finally
re-emerged on the road. He was
running desperately when a truck
overtook him.

“Get me to a phone, quick!”
gasped Henning.

From a farmhouse, Henning
called the Dunes State Park post of
the Indiana state police. With the
accuracy of a veteran reporter, Hen-
ning described the gunmen—both
tall and slender, and looking so
much alike that they undoubtedly
were brothers; one with a white
shirt, the younger; one wearing a
gray shirt; both curly-haired.

T state police barracks, grim
troopers leaped into action.
Overhead the aerial flashed out in-
structions which sent squad cars
rushing toward state lines. From
the north, Michigan state police cars
swarmed down highways to barri-
cade all roads leading out of Indiana.
From the west, Illinois state police-

‘men sped toward the Indiana state

line. to block even country lanes
leading out of the Hoosier State.
From the south and central parts
of Indiana, squad cars raced north
to blockade roads leading into their
territory.

At the Dunes barracks, blockade
experts poured over maps. State
police cars and those of volunteer-
ing police chiefs and sheriffs were
assigned to special duty, patrolling
Indiana Highway 43, running north
and southwest of LaPorte and U. S.
Highways 6 and 30, running east
and west, south of LaPorte. Other
cars were assigned to side roads.

For the next two hours, cars tore
through the gathering dusk to desig-
nated positions. Above the Dunes
barracks the radio crackled:

“Unit 27. Move to Indiana 49
and U. S. 6.”

“Unit 30. Move to Indiana 35
and U. S. 30.”

“Unit 21. Call your post.”

In the Dunes barracks, troopers
ground out cigarettes and eyed the
phones and radio. Any minute now
they would get word that the gun-
men and captured deputies had been
sighted. Or that Dixon was dead.
Or-that the (Continued on page 58)


legged man who had sat in the front
seat of the squad car with the
trooper, dashing across an open
field.

The gunman drew careful bead

on the flying man’s back and fired.’

“But the running man, dashing over
uneven ground, was a difficult tar-
get. The gunman fired again and
again, quitting only when his pistol
was empty. The running man dis-
appeared into the green corn.

The lucky man who had escaped
the gunman’s deadly blasts was
Ralph Henning, a newspaper pho-
tographer. Only a few minutes be-
fore he and his pal, Trooper Dixon,
were chatting pleasantly when they
rounded a bend in the macadam
Fail Road, a mile north of LaPorte,
Indiana.

The other passenger in the car
was Ed Walters, 22, of Michigan
City, Indiana, whom Dixon had just
arrested for reckless driving follow-
ing an auto crash which Dixon and
Deputy Sheriffs Charles Hahn and
Joe Kowalczyk had investigated.
The deputies were a few hundred
yards behind Dixon’s squad car.

The gunman who had been firing
at the fleeing photographer reloaded
his gun and stepped toward the
squad car. Ed Walters, the reck-
less: driver, cowered. “I’m not a
cop!”’ he shouted. “I’m a prisoner.”

The gunman rapped. “One like
us, huh? Get, out and get going.”

Walters jumped from the car and
fled. ;

The gunman and his companion
started now at the sound of an ap-
proaching auto. A black coupe
swung around the curve. The gun-
men dived into their car and
grabbed a sawed-off shotgun and
a machine gun. The black coupe
was upon them.

They whirled, guns leveled, and
the coupe screeched to a stop. In
answer to a command, Deputies
Hahn and Kowalczyk stepped from
their car, hands -raised.

Dixon’s car bore the insignia of
the state police. The black coupe
was less conspicuous. ‘You two!
Get our luggage into your car,” one
of the gunmen barked.

While Hahn and Kowalczyk
transferred the suitcases, the gun-
men took charge of their supply of
revolvers, automatics, shotguns and
rifles, dragging them into the rear
seat of the coupe with them. At
the point of a gun, Hahn wis forced
to drive, while Kowalczyk sat be-
side him. The younger man kept
the two in the front seat covered;
the other fellow watched through
the rear window. The black coupe

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DEPUTY JOE KO-
WALCZYK who,
with Deputy Char-
les Hahn, took an
unexpected ride—

SCENE: OF DIXON SLAYING:

Auto is parked where Easton

brothers’ car was stalled

when Dixon approached It. A

reporter points to spot where
et officer fell.
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“In one hour,” Bertillon said. He
ordered one of Voiret’s men to get
several powerful lanterns, then
walked into a nearby cafe, gulped a
aasty meal and was soon on his way
to the castle. Here he gave Rousseau
orders to begin what was one of the
weirdest bits of drama in the history
of French crime.

Rousseau, playing the part of De
Verneuill, walked about the house in
gloomy silence. Time and again he
seated himself at his desk, glanced
through the papers. Finally he rang
for Ladigue.

“There is a heavy casket awaiting
me at the station. I shall need your
help in lifting it from the wagon into
the vault,’* he said.

Bertillon signified that two days
had now passed.

Again Rousseau called the startled
Ladigue and said: “Fetch me the
keys to the vault.”

Before the startled butler could
reply, Bertillon handed a key to
Rousseau.

“Remember,” Rousseau warned the
butler, “not a word of this to anyone,
especially Mlle. Vautrais. I shall re-
turn in half an hour.”

He walked down the stairway, out
the front door, along the pathway to
the vault.

“What is this?” Voiret exclaimed.
“A joke?”

“Tf it is a joke, then it is a grim
one,” Bertillon responded.

Bl gi! lanterns held high before them,
the officers followed Rousseau as
he walked slowly toward the vault.
It was an eerie procession. At the iron
door of the small grey stone mauso-
leum, Rousseau paused, fit the key into
a rusty lock and turned it. With his
shoulder, he pushed the door inward.
The hinges squeaked protestingly.
Directly behind him came Bertillon,
Voiret, Ladigue and the gendarmes.
Numerous caskets lined many shelves.
On the stone floor lay a heavily em-
bossed metal coffin. Its surface re-
flected the light from the lanterns. A
large handle dominated the center of

NATO AE

deputies’ bodies had been found along
the road.

Tensely, they waited.

Meanwhile, in a LaPorte hospital,
doctors were calling for a blood trans-
fusion for Dixon. They found two
critical abdominal wounds; the third
wound was merely a nick.

By this time another branch of the
far-flung Indiana state police system

as at work. Via radio, detectives

ashed license numbers of the gun-
men’s abandoned car to Lansing,
Michigan, where state auto headquar-
ters reported the plates had been is-
sued to a Three Oaks, Michigan, resi-
dent.

- Michigan state police dashed to
Three Oaks, only to learn the plates
had been stolen the night before from
the owner’s car! A dead end!

Back at the Dunes barracks, the
detectives were flashing out engine
numbers of the abandoned car. And

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the lid. Rousseau kneeled and at-
tempted to raise the lid. Twice his
fingers slipped, the second time a nail
snapped. He reached: out his hand to
grab the handle.

Bertillon was at his side instantly.
His hand shot out, grabbed Rousseau’s
wrist. “Use this block of wood to gain
a purchase. Do not use your bare
hand.”

Rousseau pressed the block of wood
tightly against the handle, pressed
outward and upward with his left
hand. His right hand again grabbed
the side of the casket as he swung
open the lid. With the speed of a
snake two tiny metal teeth sprang out

‘of the top of the handle, embedded

themselves in the wood, disappeared
back into the handle once more. The
lid raised slowly. In the coffin lay
Eulalia De Verneuill.

“There,” Bertillon pointed dramati-
cally, “is your murderer.” His finger
pointed directly at the body of the
dead woman.

The men were too dumbfounded to
speak. Rousseau was the first to
break the silence. Jumping to his
feet, he cried, “How in the world—?”

“Every planned murder has a logical
explanation. When one is in full pos-
session of all the facts there can be
but one correct solution. Here we are
faced with a very jealous woman
owning a great fortune, and an even
greater ego. She makes her husband
promise never to re-marry in the
event of her death. But Eulalia did
not wholly rely on that promise. When
she knew that she was about to die,
she ordered a special coffin construc-
ted. It was so built that if anyone
were to try to raise the lid after it
had been sealed, he would, of neces-
sity, grasp the handle on the lid. This
would release a hidden spring, shoot-
ing out a pair of needles dipped in
the deadly curare. But Eulalia was not
a wanton killer. Thus her will made
it clear that no one was to attempt
to open the coffin except Pierre, and
he only if he decided to re-marry.”

“Mon Dieu,” Voiret whispered

hoarsely. “How could you ever sus-

TRAPPING THE

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before midnight they learned the 1937
Plymouth sedan had been stolen June
22 in Columbus, Wisconsin, when two
young gunmen had forced the driver
to the curb, kidnapped her, drove out
into the country, and there pushed
the woman out. When the curly-
haired gunmen stole this car, they
abandoned another, bearing Wisconsin
plates, which had not yet been traced.

Sergeant Robert Vin Zant of the
Dunes state police post received the
detectives’ reports grimly. “Sounds
like a couple of kill-crazy kids that
we're after,” he commented.

The night wore on. No report
came to Sergeant Vin Zant as to the
movements of the gunmen’s car, for
which more than 500 policemen in
three states were on the alert. It
seemed impossible that the killers
could have slipped through the block-
ade system. They must be dallying
on LaPorte County side roads, edging

pect a dead person of the crime?”

“It was the absence of a second pair
of footprints and the formaldehyde
adhering to the blade of the dagger.
These, when considered beside the
strange codicil in the will, gave me
my first clue. Formaldehyde is used to
embalm. Undertakers frequently use
sweet smelling spices to overcome the
strong odor of the preservative. The
victim. used the knife as an aid in
opening the coffin.”

Bertillon turned to Ladigue. “I be-
lieve you suspected the truth from the
start, yet through some mistaken sense
of loyalty you chose to remain silent.
Now that the truth is known, I think
it would not be any breach of faith
for you to tell us exactly what you
know.”

The butler’s story was that when he
hurried to the spot where the body
had been found he noticed that the
door to the receiving vault was open.
Instinctively connecting his master’s
death with the secret visit to the tomb,
he walked into the vault. The coffin
was open.

“Evidently nobody saw me go in.
So I carefully closed the lid of the
coffin and closed and locked the vault
door. Later, when I thought about it,
I felt that scandal would come to our
name if the fact about the coffin be-
came known. I was afraid that my
dagger might in some way be a give-
away so I went looking for it.”

An hour later, Bertillon and Rous-
seau were seated in a compartment on
the Paris train.

“T shall hide in my cottage at Chan-
tielly for two weeks,” Bertillon said.
“Perhaps there I shall get some sleep.”
He closed his eyes, but opened them
a moment later. “You know this must
be the perfect murder we hear so
much about—perfect, since the killer
‘is beyond the pale of justice.”

Eprror’s Note: This most fantastic
of crimes—committed on March 18,
1884—is vouched for in his memoirs
by Alphonse Bertillon, the immortal
detective for whom the Bertillon
system is named.

BRAGGING BOY

(Continued from page 39)

toward Michigan or Illinois, snaking
farther and farther away under cover
of darkness.

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hours after the shooting and still no
report of the deputies’ car being
sighted! Surely, if it had been aban-
doned, it would have been found by
now. If—if—if! Meanwhile Dixon
weakened, and patrol cars prowled
along the highways, stopping motor-
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South Dakota farmyard as Clarence
and Orelle Easton, curly-haired
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more humdrum farm life for them!
No more drab landscape! The fellow
who wrote the book he had on his
lap had shown them the way to
money, big cars, ease. He patted the
book. On the cover were the words,
“Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, 1844-
-1900.”

Orelle turned to his brittle-eyed
brother as the car jounced along.
“This German philosopher has the
right dope.”

Clarence nodded emphatically. “If
we believe that we’re supermen, we
are. All we have to do is keep right
on believing it and we can blast our
way out of any scrap we get into.”

Orelle’s young mouth settled into
grim lines and his eyes glinted. ‘““We’re
supermen. We proved that with our
shooting. At first we were lousy
shots. Then we read this book. We
believed we were the best, and in no
time we could out-shoot anyone in the
county. I pity the people who get in
our way.”

In Minneapolis they stored their
old car on che 14, five days after
they had left home, and bought a
high-powered rifle and a sawed-off
shotgun from a pawnbroker.

That night they boasted and
laughed at the ease with which they
obtained a new Dodge sedan from a
man and woman, cowering before
their pistols.

So great was the bragging bandits’
faith in themselves that the next night
they purposely drove through two
stop lights in Cameron, Wisconsin,
and Traffic Policeman L. E. Taylor
gave chase. Taylor drew close as they
neared the city limits and shrieked
his siren. Orelle’s burst of bullets dis-
abled Taylor’s squad car.

Two hours later the Easton broth-
ers overhauled a car, and shot a tire
off the auto. Strutting, they robbed
the driver and his woman companion,
then commanded the robbed man to
put on a spare tire. A little later the
curly-haired brothers, feeling certain
now that they were supermen, drove
away in the stolen car.

They were annoyed on June 18.
While they were sitting in their
parked car in Stevens Point, Wiscon-
sin, a squad officer flicked his spot-
iene over their car as he drove by.
They retorted with a rain of lead. Not
satisfied, they boldly gave chase and
poured bullets into the police car.
Amazed, the police officer pulled into
a filling station, and heard three more
bullets strike his car as the gunmen
roared by.

They were annoyed again that night
when they tried to sleep in their car
on a lonely country road and a slow-
moving car edged close to them as if
to park. Raging, the brothers emptied
their pistols into the car.

The young woman, who was an oc-
cupant of the car, yanked the wheel
away from her wounded boy friend,
Edwin Braats, 17, who had been struck
by the unexpected fusillade, and
rushed him to a farmhouse.

The next prey of the marauding
philosophers was Gus Bucholtz, Rip-
on, Wisconsin, filling station pro-
prietor, who was held up June 21, kid-
napped and later released.

Tired of easy victims in Wisconsin,
where state police were not equipped
with radio, the Easton brothers length-
ened their bloody trail into Michi-
gan, stole license plates in Three Oaks
on June 25, then swerved south into
Indiana on that fateful June 26.

DO IT Now!
60

When their car stalled and Dixon

strolled across the road to help them,
Clarence gave him the same recep-
tion he and his brother had given all
policemen—burning bullets.

OWEVER, in the hour following

their attack on Dixon, the broth-
ers’ faith in themselves was slightly
shaken. Approaching a main highway
from the north, they nearly ran into
two Indiana state police squad cars
blocking the intersection. Deputy
Hahn, with a gun between his should-
er blades, executed a U-turn and
headed away from the scene.

“Head south at the next side road,”
snapped Clarence. ‘Keep to the dirt
roads until we get out of this blockade
area.” N

Up in front Deputy Sheriff Hahn
grinned to himself. Until they got out
of the blockade area! Didn’t his cap-
tors realize they were dealing with a
state-wide blockade? Sooner or later
the showdown would come, Hahn
knew, but what if these brittle-eyed
killers realized state police were
searching for a car with four occu»
pants and decided to drive with only
two? His lips moved in silent prayer
that state police could close in on
them before these kill-crazy gunmen
decided to eliminate him and Kowal-
czyk as witnesses.

“Here!”” commanded Clarence, a
half-hour later. “Turn west on this
dirt road. When you get to Indiana
43, turn south along it for a mile until
you come to a gravel road, then turn
west again.”

Hahn sucked in his breath—drive a
mile along Indiana 43! That’ main
highway would be patrolled by a
dozen police squads.

“Slow!” commanded Clarence as
they neared the highway. “Take it
easy!”

They swept around a curve and
Hahn saw that the intersection was
not blockaded.

Clarence drove the muzzle of his
pistol between MHahn’s__ shoulder
blades. “Hurry!” he commanded.

As they moved south onto the con-
crete expanse of Indiana 43, a car
roared toward them from the north.

“Back!” shouted Clarence. “Duck
back onto that dirt road!” His pistol
muzzle ground against Hahn’s spine.

Hahn swung completely about, and
shot the black coupe back onto the

side road. The southbound state
police squad car whizzed past.
Another auto appeared on the

south horizon.

“Keep goin’! cried Clarence.

A moment later Clarence, with his
face to the rear window, growled: “It
was another squad! That highway’s
alive with them. Orelle, where’s that
-road map again?”

Two hours later they approached
U. S. 6 gingerly along a rutted dirt
road. Clarence and Orelle scanned
the four-lane, east-west highway,
along which occasional car lights
stabbed the night.

“No blockade here!” muttered Clar-
ence. ‘Keep movin’.”

They mounted a slight incline and
reached the road’s edge.

“Now” cried Clarence.
Sneak across!”

_The coupe shot across the four-lane
highway and disappeared into the
darkness of the country lane on the
south side.

Ten miles south and a mile west,
they crept across Indiana 43 at a mo-
ment when the main highway was
deserted of searching headlights.

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ever talked with him doubted that he
was jealous, that he felt Click was
stealing all the headlines.

Thus, with the small doubt of Lo-
baugh’s guilt and Click’s execution,
Governor Schricker, on May 3rd, 1951,
commuted Lobaugh’s sentence to life
imprisonment in the state penitentiary.

He is still there. He possibly will re-
main there for the rest of his natural

life. Purely psychopathic liar or danger-
ous killer, nobody can be quite sure
which. He plays in the prison band.

Note: The following names: Mrs.
Helen Barnes, Harold Langston, Lola
Knight, Carl Preuss, and Mrs. Jean Bell,
as used in the foregoing story, are not
the actual names of the persons in-
volved, but are fictitious.

TERROR-STRANGLING
OF THE DANCER

(Continued from page 39)

nephew—Fritz Frommer—to solicit
some business for me. I—have hesitat-
ed telling you—because it might make
Fritz suspect—but I know he had noth-
ing to do with these crimes. Fritz is a
refugee from the Nazis, living at the
Ideal Hotel, on the Rue St. Sebastien
in Paris.”

Chalier and Belin rushed to the hotel
and arrived, apparently, too late. The
manager told them that Fritz had had
a room there, but that he had not seen
him since November 22nd, almost a
week ago. Chalier asked to see From-
mer’s room, and among his belongings
he found letters indicating that the
man had relatives named Weber, liv-
ing on the Rue de Clichy, Paris.

At that address the inspectors found
Frederik Weber, an elderly watchmak-
er, guarded in his answers to Chalier’s
queries. “You must understand,” the
old man said when Chalier pointed out
to him that he must be direct in his re-
plies to the police, “that Fritz is a fu-
gitive from the Nazis. They want him.
And he is in France illegally. If it is
vital—I will tell you all I know.”

Chalier told him that a murder was
involved.

“Then I can tell you where he might
be,” Weber went on. “Fritz felt he was
being followed, and he went to a man
who has helped him before, one he
knew as a fellow-prisoner in a Nazi
concentration camp. His name is Sieg-
fried Sauerbrei—not his real name, be-
cause he too fears. the Nazis—and he
lives in a villa in St. Cloud. The Villa
Voulzie, on Rue Pignault-Lebrun.”

“What does Sauerbrei look like?”
Belin asked.

“He's tall and blond—around thirty,”
the old man said.

Within the hour Chalier, Belin and
two other operatives, Poignant and
Bourguin, were on their way in a fast
police car to St. Cloud. They did not
go directly to the Villa Voulzie, bur
questioned neighbors and the agent

who had rented the place to the ten-
ants. The lessee was a young Swiss
named Sauerbrei, according to the
agent, and neighbors said that frequent
visitors to the house, which generally
had its curtains drawn, were a striking
brunette woman and a short, plump,
black-haired man. They came and went
at odd times of the day and night, and
the occupant, the blond man, was de-
scribed as eccentric.

The officers gave the villa a thor-
ough casing. It was a small building,
flower-surrounded, and stood behind a
wall with a heavy gate. Chalier.covered
the front of the place, Belin the rear,
and then Poignant and Bourguin went
to the door.

They knocked, and the door opened
A tall, blond man stood framed there,
a man with heavy eyebrows and an
abstracted air.

“We're from the Swreté,” Poignant
said. “We want to talk to you.”

The man smiled affably. “Really?
With me? Come right in.”

He backed away, and the detectives
entered. They had only gone a few
steps when their host whipped out a
Mauser automatic and started firing.
Poignant whirled, hit in the shoulder
and Bourguin fell to the floor as a shot
whizzed past his ear.

A second later, Poignant was on his
feet rushing the man with the gun. He
brushed the gun aside, and grabbed
for a bottle on a nearby table. He
reached it, got a grip, and swung, bring-
ing the bottle crashing down on his
assailant’s head. The man fell to the
floor, the gun dropping from his hand.

Then, after the blond man regained
consciousness, began the questioning.

IS name, he confessed, was not Sau-
erbrei, but Eugene Weidmann. He
was a German, born in Frankfort, and
he had once “traveled” in America
where he had done time for counter-
feiting. The reason he had fought the
detectives, he said, was because he
feared they knew about some burglaries
in which he had participated. He men-
tioned that Roger Million, the short
dark man, and Colette Tricot, the
brunette, were in on them with him.
He would admit nothing about mur-.
der, however.
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» Indifferent —

. caine aad chatting with, apper-}
ent indifference to their fate, Edward | co

ow te] Coffin: 22, of Greenfeld, under death
ost leentence, and Lacell “Toots” Long, 25

of Helmeburg, life termer, arrived
early Sunday. morning: at the Indiana
| State Prison a Michigan. City, where
‘I the sentences willbe executed.
i Neither ‘of’ Che two youths seened
to realize the gravity of their, situa-
€} tion according to County Sheriff Luth}?

- er Childs Sr. The sheriff was. accom-|

* penied on the trip to. Michigan City}

~¢ r by his son, Luther F. Childs, Jr., and
rr Fa gaan Cardwell, ‘constable:

The first’ Tan to incurr the’ death
Paty here ‘since * 1888, Coffin is

em r . doomed | to: die in the electric chair at

“| state prison ‘at any hour. before day-
»| ight on the morning of July 9 for the

murder of ’ ‘Deputy’ Sheriff» Harold
|; Amick’ of Scottsburg. . seritences
were imposed’ jhere: Saturday. after-
-Inoon by Judge George C.-Kopp im-

0 “ mediately after, a aOry te the pait

i guilty.
Robert Neal,: 22,. of iMicomioetoy,
alleged driver of the car in which

here on Friday,, June 15. He was

| Joinely indicted Sieh the other two fur

:| first degree murder of Deputy Sheriff
Amick. When he was brought here
Saturday afternoon from New Albany

oh jail so that trial date could be set he

‘}aaid the ‘nemtences given. Coffin and
Long were “pretty bad.” -

‘FF am compeletly satisfied,” - Sher-
ift ‘Wilbur Amick, brother of the slain

: Condemned P Pair r Gayiy} Ap : ) r

4 with that previoiusly placed under con.

Long and Goffin rode, when Coffin kill-|'
ed’ two police officers, is’ to be tried/*

for highn vaeeas aad bridge

F Contre Cone
n in-one-third of the coun-
ties of. ~
State Highway Commiasion. during
the month of May, i was stated to-
day by ‘James D. Adams, commission |
chairman, This . construction. work, [-

tract, means employment ‘for many
thousand | men’ pnevpeac the” Cena
‘otal and fall months, ee

. The awards made ‘inthe May: rep-
resent’ a otal expenditure for, high-

Way and‘ bridge construction -of more}:
than two sand: a. ‘quarter. million” dol- :
g the total: value of con-}

lars and
tracts ‘awarded since. the beginning of
the cale year to: nearly six and
a half million dollars, From January}
1, 1984 to June 1, the State Highway
Co thas awarded contracts for
the co ion of bridges and grade
separations costing almost $1,200,000

thate were ewarded by the!

ness for this Saag Pte hes

St SANE. 5 : i

ree ae ee tcc had ‘inten
_lenter the lecture | field but
turned -over hs prospects to M

Kern.” '
“Prof. Mains and wife, of
Hill, isthe guest of her parent

myers: and wife. “a

OMe. Frank Allen and. R
Son have new telephones
stores.” ‘

improvement ‘of highways|

which are federal-aid

y contracts were award:
hway and city street work
ptal value of $1,621,719.73

costing $621,601.23.
This werk includes paving, resurfac-

ing, grading, new: bridges and the wid-|-

highways and highway routes, the ma-
jor part: of which is to be completed

“Work contracted in May is located
in Boone, Cass, Huntington, LaPorte,

DeKalb, SE joyd. /Warrick, oes ‘John-

Mdataeninc a

to each customer * -. bottle
shoe polish.” t <a}

“Mrs. John Adams, - Mire. z
and Mrs, Mat Meriwether, ha
rived in the beautiful city of Fi
tlaly.. Miss Lida Read is pursuil
studies in Germany.”

. “Capt. J.cW. Thomson and.

Attorney Ingram have done som
fine work in compiling the cit
ter and ordinances of this city
also prepared a chronological
showing. the varios offices h
Soe peor “ since 18 '


: ‘helping its occupants, unaware that
nd trolman John Pfaffenberger at Sey-

n thet the. builders. bf. the con-

do d administration building have
| & goed job in givitig the peo-
of Jefforsonvile and Clark County

fe Yaling ann advanced type

#| minu jafter- midnight. Prisoh phy-| ”
nounced him dead at 12:18)"

State Reformatory at the time Amick
{vas alain

ty Ctreait Court June 0, after, plead-

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. ward. Coffin, 21 years old, was put to}"
death in the electrie chair at the State

Prison here early today for the mut-| “th

der last June of Deputy Bhtrit Har;
ge Amick, of Scott county. ~~

: Coffin’ one of the youngest persons}

‘in Indiana in récent years,

i from his death cell a few

sicians
o'clock: He was on’ parole from the}.

+ Coffin was eentencad: fa Clark Coad

ing guilty.
 Kusick was’ slain” rabbi: he ether
Seatt County. officers approached the
‘6 abtomobile as it crashed into

) Officers Were Jooking for chicken}
es at the time and went to the
wrecked motor for the. purpose ef

they already had fatally wounded Pa

mour.

The death ride started at a filling
station between Brownstown and Sey-
mour when Coffin and his. two ¢om-
panions sped away without paying for
their gasoline, :

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"The Cinthal ‘docket for the October
term of the Federal District Court in

‘Trot. Indianapolis by Robert W. Mor-
ris, United States Commissioner, The
docket lists, thirty-five cases, twenty-
eight df which are for violations’ ‘of in
ternal revenee Jaws..
g Defendanta in hd internal revenes
cases

Seas L. Gledgo, Joseph’ Kielber,
Sagruel Lewis, Thomas Roberta,
James Wilson, ‘Alfred: Tyler, Victor
Baughman, Leroy Davis, Edward Ar-
nold, Charles: Cosby, Leonard Stew-
art, Harry H. Nicholson, Jason Brown,
Oscar L. Best, Emil ‘Lind, Raymond
‘Torphy, . Raymond . Stevens, Delbert
Silvers Wallace Beglesten Davis,
Clifton: Davis, Alva Reynold, Glen

Mauck, Taft Smith, Harry Seinelep,
Sha, Claude Myers,

The Scots County deputy. was slots

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| minister of France
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member of the Frengm
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when another aol shot Waa ‘ffir d by |the |. | x : ee os ae SSC r Ohe who visited | the jail and saw. iret He: eked che the! black cap be re: | | : 9
‘partner of the | man he held. ‘The al Ss Nin: 6 WY h prisoner in| his cell would never aust ect hnovedin oe that haveguilal tenityonhiite aa | : is at Woodward g. |
track Mr. Goodfellow ir the aide, si i fi S Mil a ‘from his be ring that: his hours rere "edhe. tie! ; hi il Aft bidding th he) L | | I \
iy ‘eight inches above the thigh, ind) produped | | & A bered. ! ee n de ar | ing. tho uh L |
4. a he is I ae ) sheriff and | priests ‘g od-by and | thanking yo ;
2 lee rapt Lee eo , it ; eet like the. the sheriff and his amily and officen for ..' L : at ; Haxoite ment
* {{shote ‘in oa ng pp. and lil | | e
proaching foots repay - ‘the “mu derers!:' fled }: 5 the ( urh of |the sled at. [od i oe Yep gain dram | re
awh the | ‘alley, without having time even He a law rom h 8 youth li, Ns feet | Si ra wn latjuched ibeb ate rat. The ee | e Be | f 1h:
{ to rifle the peekats of their victim. ae f a beet the criming. literature of the ay 5 ine, s ie | | ti de
7 Mr. Goodfellaw was. carried | | o'kis ho 06>, pe ‘ wee eterm ned | to emulate the example pt cosine) ceca ne au ihe | on oO er ) tin NS Nos
Hinnd | the next } morning died from: \his Mi, Ais other mur erera and: die: same, ‘To hie} i re | ON f
wounde. ‘He was conscious ilmost to th mae: nd h told funn : stories, sang” comic Hown, the physician declaring that life ee |
Amost fo the i Zz | guards he | |
.Phour of his death, and from him sucha} |. (Pe || Boneh, ant doeasion! gave exhib itions¥of | *#* ce a Ea iiian a, struggle, That. Boots ad Shoes of the first quality, are being Id at my. store
it | Wage : u : ave the natural twitching o his nerves, |
| description wag had cf the ayZe; appearapce | _ |) [3 j bis skill aa a jig dapcer. All he wang ‘ T b a i Hnandib a | fr prices that p sitvely defy competition in Central Illinois, I
and ‘the clothing worn. _by the murderera, ay 7 ' .{ was plenty ) eat, cigars to amoke, and | dc- 1€ body | was put in 4 CO nan roug t |
a that suspicion at. once ‘reste Japon & yf ++ ) : “+—+| casidnal drinks of whiskey. . With. 8 tb us publi rama Mae it et a will not be. undersold by any firm 1 no ‘matter where they are
Devine ee Hari) a lian , two-'nobed | | | ! Veet aah plentifully | supplied, Mp. j} PlOiled to the gaze of the curious “he | Py
thuge who had, bee aro nd looming on} vy dp Remih ent fi ian ile! dele Fcumstances unt th t Weetman’s' motherly heart opened i in ay h- face Icoked as natural as though death had : is ‘ located | in DeWitt County, on elsewhere. Fo | genuine
i for several daye, and whose Wescription tal- of D ieee closely connected, a case was called pathy for the wretch ‘who Was 80 8000 ito tome to him in-the ordinary Way.| Itiwaeig || . Bagains call and see me without fail, I 4m the
v | lied ene at given by Mr. Go dfellow. Judge Bu | on Tuekday morning April 4, Judge Lacey. ‘end his days on the allows. Bhe sapplh ee He niet pee Coase ta a | 2
aM | ‘ 4 |
| | coopresow NOP THE MAN | oe WERE peeday fo presilibg It took the ittire day and late | him bounti ally mt delicate | dishes, aid ke if his: othe oe eee only dealer i ih DeWitt County that goes ast
| | bint 8: eri! received a telegram froui Patay’s| |
7 : iy AFTER, i" | the | I ly was, onel d d. into that night to select: the following ea oa oe uae talon ff bine not to send it Craeate fen heal r after goods and thereby Save my cust
( was generally supposed at thet mp. 1e t urors :} John McDonald, B.S. Lanterman, | 88¢ gave him 6 me |
: | murder was committed that, Mr. Goodfel-. ‘slate S. Zorger, James: Ne Pe J. 4H. with) camphor. Thel sheriff wag oppos He will be buried in aa Held this af. | mers e profit that other dealers _
|\low was not the man the thugs were laying Brickey, C. L: Owens: :D. Finch, Wm. | to furnishing any kind of btimulants, bgt fernoon.
for. It was thought. that th murd) rere .

‘Thus ends! ‘the boleg One writes whole | me
life has been in open violation’ of the life Dae |

and Propert, of othera, } a | | i | |
! ve PATSY’S POEM, a ieee he pet

Hf. Jolitson, J. B, F. rown, Wi arren 9,4 Mrs.|Weedonan could not withstand his a, ,

Winslow, Henry. Willidans, and | Joseph “peala. Patty's last hours ea ee
Neal. On Wednesday njprning the aan comfprtable as ‘it waa possi

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ficial who carried a coatly gold wate Q
usually had a large amount of|money with
him, This opinion was:strengthenéd : ‘frm

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months: ‘had intervened between the night of ‘ | ee DEVIRE’ 8) HISTORY. | ( m posed while in loomington jail.) | A 6,
i fact that one‘of the murderers had pye- the uintder and the second trial the inci- Thomas Coyne, alias Patrick Devine, was yee gape by eG aatcham bet and nothing | |
lously tolked atout the wateh to some of @evlts of that terrible night were etiill fresh born in Ireland, | sete ugh he claima his na- F thou LN ate 8. ae and write it,a, | a ie |
his ruffian acquaintances, and OXxpressed a in their! minds. The trial’ and closing ar- | tivity in Cincinyati,|; Ohio. His father |) | | \ 3 poe
desire to possess it. In size and ppearange, guments of counsel laeted tI} nearly noon ae was Thomas Coyne. He died in Irg- || La.n pot pach of a poet, though I'll do the bone O
Joodfellow might be mistaken for the ratl- b firet vot of the {lowing Friday, when the ease was |'land. When atay twas but six months old., Fo try to Keep:s ny courage up and bear it like all |
toad official in the. night by parties who favor o given tg the juror. Abput three o’¢lock on | His mother then{pmigrated to this country, {| oh ‘i eaeel | ! a
new neither of them intimately. Fr er five Saturday morning ithe jury decided on its| wherd, three yea aft rward, she was maj: Liwae born {0 Cinclonati ahd in Ohio State— Diss | :
hese Incattering (hreads the theory seeths verdict,| On the Gat balloy after the jury an to Patrick apevoes “Three childr h mest In| my a ot ntue ora: mest - LOCAL N TES. :
ma | ea Cy }
innlegg ag a) an me | retired 4 unanimous verdict | ef gu Ity was! were the resalt of the econd matriage, Q le ‘ was brought up by Heese parents, who thought \@ — |

| nrefal habits : would never c ry t
‘Money with him when around homie.
||From the ae of the men. gi nn
G odfeljow the night he was) abot it
would seem that Williams was the man
| who ae the firat shot, and that it;was

-|/vine: who fired the fatal shot.|. This! willl
“never ‘be known

i] arrived lat. There was not a ci senting girl and two boys. Her second husbani
‘Hl voice. The evidence was top plain ointing idied in Pennsylvania. When Patsy was
to Deride asthe murderet of Aaron Good- boy h attended « lrool in Baltimore, M :

a fellow. Bat when it came; to yotin on the From) Mr. Allen . Elliot, a ae whip
} penalty Kix voted for death), while the other Mid bttainess na
RIX skirthished on different terms offi imprig- ain Green, Cheste ¢qgunty, Pennsylvani

‘fonment tin the penitentiary, After a ae we gathered actsiin Ep (ay ounce histor,
7m dein eleven voted for the death penalt\ whichi.the co ideut

the lworldiof me, | 'b
And Wie ins the first time 've been deprived of 3D Ake, ‘the t4 ler t 18 | now open-
| Mp

| es 2 ee ae ing 4) or phop i in the ald expresa office, Easel and see ron
| was on the fourth of Aug st,lin 1879, 89 t )

ationa, and slit vel y

of, the, National B nk, xnd he invites ‘cures. pileg. (It is guaranteed to re per-

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eceive

intédd teward me: ifr ral,
Ibey rushed pon their ayeek es

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' fect watiafactl n or money refunded. Price
Nittle|town called Fount Thee scatter “a al his ‘a to call jand see him. He has, 9

faq *s . OF BM le b As
a-full. line of samp: ies to select on ot box | i hetae ty

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4 ee { wag forced to prison | | |
in, await y trial day. “| iat | | |
“| and one ffor i imprisonment: t life. inally self, A though hiatman| er on an, intervie . . dig Ay f oy i ’
; aa eli ii} Wj j
; th ‘i persistently insisted that he) was not : tbout three g’clock in the ihorning he jury austai ied the} store of Mr. Elliot.) The D ro ae ta the naalatiea abe! | | ic * goods, fanaa }
Blooniington. tha night, but that he left f r B Ok che jury. wag | bocame (nanimous, and dekth was lecided vine f mily | ail point, and Md | } cro ny troubles to bewall ee | ee fs Aleo the bes
“lhe Al y " Dawe cy WAS ie ot’ pbs
Alton, that Hala He | will carry th yy he aa ered, npon.| At eight o’clock on Saturda morn. Elliott Was ell pila nted with ‘them fo ti | Pi pa ertbown in th |
i seeret with him tb the Krave, Both | tHe hi Y ¢ bailiff mad rot P Teh 1 under ing the ta formally rendered ‘the verdict | ie hud avid them pundreds of do ilars wort ay Hs aver di inp druel deod— ae, oe pri wuig', are the
ne | Qe he meen pinta ee pas Saar a
ne ruffians went out armed to commit hig | oat ine madg@ ja mation: | jn court. iand on a demand for a poll every of pote Wherk ab was a full-zrow Ai All'kough I have been convicted | 7) || | | jthings - |
(\ v dy robbery, and murder if jit became Phlarresnotindde Judge Barr ower. « fman ansivered in the affiryrative. , | ‘1 boy he had van qltergation with a youug a Se must eufler all the shame. a a | bay, ‘Gtty
ie necessary to Fecure the'r safety This js raled d proceed le once’ | Motions for delay and for R new trial] tan named Bernfird Winger one way while | A wora to y! old mother, and)-m my! alates k nd} ig athern
20, evident from the conversationa they had | ,_ ay | were e 1 by the é ttorne | paciteue: i) | ae ba age,
Mr y. Fl te pro si i Neayeene enNcres (by the pring i rs a jommeys | they were working together, The breac! pmem ber! I’m apeatin th met ts rove Qu ike, |
A with their asaoctates beforehand, for i pason 4 ring ‘the; and in ofder to give time | ‘for prep! ration | seemed to. ‘be healg , bat that. night whem} |. you. | a | : | | be ‘| Mics.
Ae) vine told a |prostitute to watch he Bloon}- dine | ‘hel wad the least 4 the court adjourned till neven o'clock : on they were both refurning home the troubl ,| Abd you, y kind relations Pais i 4 | | |
“eat f d avai an Ae ti ee ‘| I koow you wish me well; | ES sath ee
ington papera er a day or two and she nAcale the folowing Monday evelting, At that Was rehewed, whex Patay struck Winger a ‘| Bat my feelings t this moment hea ; oe
would hear somethin that wor n | t the ae | oe i b ‘1 NO human'| tongue con Ce a Nal veilings, sate
q g ould turn th Jadge|! Burr ha time the decks wer.. gleare for action and the batk ofthe head mu a boulder, an irene bee ders, | He
Net town Upside lown, a Weedaian, who gat, the prisoher’s attorneys entered all the nec- then p unded him aafter/he was down. Pata eB LH Bot fone hie rhyme ret f ee Miles Plane
“ Tue, MURDERGES HECATE. aa the picture of deap: Ne tei J essary ia tions, which wer overruled by. Went home, and left Winger laying uncant | jor Mr. Franks, fl ) at migatea | ied |
ay, i f b ’ A , \ Vane : \ V ‘is 2 an } '
e Ma doondide the tact shou Wa c, firell | ble tedlity of the ait | the court. iB fore promo ne) ng sentende ‘scious by thé toadside. About four o’clod liada 7 my ba friends, ee | color BWisses' and, | a |
a ‘ | i an mie t thormin Winger revived and: wi 9) Ts all tha PO eT Mle sili great: vaniety
er Ahe murderegn heard the rapid approach ay ee i hie ne nek mo a & ! ienlld ae r Doaeekhi iny wang, on f i ears is
ed a id ran ’ j | Tt tt i
of | people’ from both directions on the’ Btree. | or rn | | 1 || able to get home. | He tele of theidi mid] “lie 7eu all leu i an Ct
aie The night was Warm and bea titul ; the | | ae [and who his fale nt Two daysa ler) ' Hl al 1g noredn! >, i
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og ge re | of og murder was in th populou . : Wa

: al We Winge! digd. er nade bi ape an | } bi enlay [morning Pate ‘tee :
tnt | pa t of the city, and many of th resident | AL F | lf | Was ne er heard of alterward t Re “Th ha hi a hatograph, taken, nat Mr. "Pe:
t- were sitting in the door-yards e ijoying th | it iy | oe i for the murder of ‘Aaron Goodfelll w. rh a | ' aC) t6 {he jail and iy 2 leet

whee breeze. The uiek succession 'o ! | et tee | | John Killough, offthis pity, was formerly 4 aT ibe et patch gale bugle ey
a 2 dt Nau Y oo . Alarm, an | | | | || y Pearle of thyaol ¢ QMAIVEO Ff cea etal Noa
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‘the Re term of 1883 convened | ‘oath

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(Prosee tion | ‘had |

oF sank ol tae are breas i hats
! : He eword: that! h

| the ptisoner expe¢ ot pterp: new de-. sai his
ys, utithe pr saa leas det mined to Te) e
: ‘te bansle ‘al final issue. |

Aine ones,
leg’

tp cae fe le atl bod! 2 rat trfal, another at rer it
oe ames} mov to some. point ut iknpwa, ye ay I
artock,} t ution felt confided: th tay coal i
= pie atrong Sah donvict oud iat Ytigh
eet ng trial,| maria Points of. vevii’ De al ane |
ths cejon the first wil bre pe feny ln “werta One well direvted : ‘bt ow
MSR ees Pees if | i he man struck. eal ACS
| id! th hg brags from an harmi n-
lala ec fashioned into another r
at , fr. a | | pt a Bee of imc ‘In ad dditiog)) he
oa sees vai | a he Ce gt § P {ech of gush bottle, and the rs :
jab opt you an tke fellow], thinkir Ae Hl wa et de ee frou” bia jj t at wh in everythin se |
$s some frien ‘ple yin a |p Iractical | ke tee Wi oe ead ‘failed he woulduse | the glass to openy| ‘an |
him, ‘Ja au hing ly Irospor dded, b | thed fy [I'l ee reas) ta ry in'h ab y. nd thug blee to death,
| gleam of. the’ sinta in the mp alig oon. o ae . r 7 T | removal of these impleme' ts of ifte-
ae elled: any i ep of a joke, Being tigan |. a 1 ne fe att Nae t are Patedy's lat hong
werful frame: i he: ‘qaic! ly er pled | i" oi be ct i dtc : alt destr tion.) ; \ he
i his aasailant, but in. ‘a. |second there eo : el paw NG TH CONDEMNED pres t
wasla flesh and it e teport of Peel Hd a Sateen sd. ss mie aes eriff V eedinan then detailed four en
| bullet went ‘ere pe throngh? dod- x CONUS Ege i! for | uty aa pecial aards. Two of these
| fellows jaw.. Wounded as he bras r. N23, | i guards wer sa the prio: " bis “boll
| Goodfellow still hel on to nig. woul he se a day and hight. i | ie { r
murderer, and yould have ¢ ver ame’ | yA oleak C : Sh How Pana ai THE agg wien. m7
_when another pistol: shot’ waa: ‘fir d’ by the ona : Na 1| 1
marker of. the man he” hel s The all | ( One who visi d ithe jai an
ew " prisoner in his | cell would never eusy)
atri :k Mr. Good fellow in the} ai @, ai or ered
‘eight inches ai ve the thigh, und pro ubed 4 fea
\a mortal» -woun The gound| of the two LH: ak a ee
| \shote “in rapid: uecession, and hearing pe fey cane aii
| Prowching, foote repel the “mutderers! fled fi! : Cue ll: urh ftp goa ced
-{'down the alley, without havin g time even 3 }, law, rom h 8 yo jth Ke : ‘hie re! neal of d
lee rifle the pockets of their victim. he “e f 2 beet the critmina literatare of th @ day te
Mr. Goodfellaw was. ‘carried 0" ‘kis ho @;,.. & 4 ead eterm Ned io ct ulate the example it
fv the next panne diet front: | hie | | Ji other nna and die. game. ‘To He
wounds, ‘He was conscious almost fo he We ; guards he told funny stories, sang. “eomic
' hour of his death, ‘and from him atich a tel , i : *008s end dccasion! gave exhib itions Jf
: Aexctiption was laa! of the ayze, appeara ce| ||| Se | hiss ‘ill bis jig dapcer. All the wantbd
: Ha the clothing worn by a murders 1s |. se: (ice 0 eat, cigars to emoke, and ‘ -
| that | suspicion at. once 'reste apon Y ae —p—— ts an ot io : 7 | ae + i eee ty the iwWo,
ee He Harty | illiams, two “no od u al aN | GGODE ELLOW, ae iP ie hapa ua ise Ml ‘
ugs who Ree i iH
ie Svea oa) os ee leoming a | on, land Gi and if! anything | the éifeumstances were } } Weellman’s motherly, heart opened i in syt |

was | ¢ ree place Bs the. debtor’

undted | perso is re

‘ving|in biel | uty & aeri:
, Patay never qua ed, but look
. was t taking part in. eomething -in }
ps in ho wise interes ty
ie eleven’ ‘@lclack he
the. gallows had been. erected.
end Gf the room aj lati rm was -ai,
near the center:w ar the’ g )
ap held by a nal
part): ‘The frap. wor
| under the ‘trap on ‘of |
been taken! up) ‘60 to allow he bddy
fall @ sufficient leng h: into the « porri ddr
4 ts to ingore qui 7 angulatic D. Pa
| ed ri in Ane!
i She ff Weedman, w
t iff rom Pontiac it
| around the neck of, t e C condemne ran Wis
binding his arms an tegs, | Patay bra avely
held) up daring thi didlos) d _ indeed
isho ed leas indiffere: ce to his fat tha wa
lexhibited by the byst nders, When the lax
| mo ent, artived; and Patay was asked if he ;
had anything to say, withon ts aber of
|a nerve or the least ‘8 aking, of his voice he
iboldly aaserted | hia nnozence, The black
cap was drawn over his face Anal the ‘rope
adjusted, when he made a motion of hig
head. He: eked tha the’ black cap be re;
moved 0) that he could ‘spit out the tobacco
ithat/ was in his mou hi After bidding the

sheriff and | priests g ol eR and | thanking
ithe sheriff | nd his

anil y:. and officers for
kindness to him the ¢ap ap again draw:
down, the trap was eprun Apes Patsey; |
vine was launched i mi ete nity. The trap
jraseprang at eleven a’clo k, and in twenty+)
five minute ed afterwa athe. ‘body was cu
Reese pbysiciang declaring. that life
was extinct. He died without a, struggle:
ins the natural twitching of his nervea. /

The body |was put in a coffin and brought,
bp to the public raters) where it) was: ex-
hibited to the guze the | curious. The
face lcoked as sonal as though death had

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Or prices that p sitvely defy competition in Central Illinois. I

will not be: undlersold by any firm 1 no matter where they are

"located i in DeWitt County, or elsewhere. , Fot genuine

ERE ° caer deeltu
| The paeieal thus. neato ag
ime ‘that iparsi “gome|
for bel)
waste ee place n the. debtor’
“TH mike jon } aboot one”
ae a i o 0 gu ag :
of 188% convened “pat to carbmi
ted O vahelan ‘new de-. te | pete!) i Patay nevdr qa ed, b
utithe oral | was det mined to -cell’and put hil | ihe ns ta ie ae ih monihing
he care to. et fasue. | ne or two | vin | was alrippe | he was in o wise interes Af wim no
riots | of! the witness for he |prosec tion had Pech befote elever 1 O'clock he | : si
: alee ii i a a i a ne Sir cell to the debtor's ‘room up | irs, ga
ip Be some point unkn ned marye | | inl mom ot | the. gallows had been ere ae
aftsock, | ecution felt confident eo aol ete ake ; 3p | ud Of the room a plat te
les soa ane) cas atrong sought ito ! : tnd by ‘| ‘ of bias ner his near, the-center: I p the: gi
pul ips tie ted lon a trial. ne m1 io p points of -evi;' intended ta. bis ja | gi +P held by a bmall boo
e a ld cen the first trial wre re, fully rustained) | ered. | t{ The trap wor ed:on
3 asd del fd Pb e f | T i uf ! Id] have ‘killed oe man ack tis shia ae ir the | ‘trap ret ‘of x tg
[2 | 4 i : dethi he ha torn the brags from an harm n been taken! up 80 to allow ha body o
two me m jun ee hI | : in | fea and th B he: ha fashipned into anoth er i fall bsuticent length into the r ddr
al atte said to-M .|Bbod- ( . Pal | | Le hime lement of de truction.) In in The: | low |to ingore quiel st ngulati D. ‘Pa
old) ‘ap’ iyo r hai delor i . bs ‘ rad a Hy ey pie of Ves ‘bottle, and ee r- | ran ina. ne suit of ‘bla k cloth
a (r. Gyo yellow ‘th the : i 4} ene from his ip t at when é serge ice F Sheriff ‘Weedman. Wae ansisied by the Bhe b
end playin a |p ractical | rs ee - ‘ a af i use the glass to opehian | iff from Pontiac i _adjueting the | eal
laughingly responded, b vais al : ue + , ‘body nd thus ble to death. | around the neck of t e toademne man an
a ristal in the m onl glithoon | | ||| | “ Ki o | remo al of these impleme! ts of | iBe- binding his arms an le L Pat Y bravel 4
y iden of a joke, | Being ant] || SN a | a ion taok away Patsdy’s laat hopd) of held | up daring thi ideal, | d_, indee |
frame | t he’ quic ly grappled ea : Se es oa a OF, Lf deatr ction. > lh. [sho fed less indif ce to his fate than wa
nal at inl ia |secand there} | iio] ae cae es “| Oh NGuaspkwe va CONDEMNED MAN. - flexhibited by the byt ners, Wr a) lagi
LO e teport of pistol Nd a | | ie Rate ae LEK a|. Sheriff V eedinan then detailed four ; fen || modent, artived; and Patey was asked te he
‘crashing ‘throng * Mr. ae ee | See -") for duty as pecial aarde. ‘Two of these |/had anything to say, withon eS HE of
al eat tek id M a aa Ta ld . . o a ron " gua da weiy “ ‘ priay: me iM his | - a nein or foo jen r aking, of h 8 role he
id would have overcome’ is Te elie” ee NCQ ‘ So my _ a ial 1 jcap pudelee a correo e a
r pistol shot was re d by the: ae eS, (| How pater ders THE PAST hae a rare ea te on
he}man he held.” The ball} | & aS @ One who) visited ‘the jail and saw the Pood ee. hs odie med a
joodfellow ir the| aide si or i| x ii ae vi prisoner in| his | cell would never. aus} at Imoved's os that he cn d 1e ‘ ue ae nf rey
above the thigh, and pr ubed | | & ” a ake ie ring ne nis poo fer gee that|was in his mou ee bidding the
a The gound|. of th wo Ae edt ae sheriff ond | priests g od- by and | thanking,
id quecession, and hearin hpe fy * ! eae ithe sheriff ‘and his amily and officers for |
pat oat ie mu ie. ed re : it fi inant id of the ch ied kindness fo Nae the aA eae fetta dren
ey, without aving ime even | || = ey 7 down, the trap was eprun hana Patsey: De;
ockets of their viel im. aa bo ag fi i ah vine Saataecued iftb ctedaily. The tray
‘ellaw wis. ‘carried | o-kis ho Ol & ut fwasl ie hraseprang: at eleven o’clo ik, and in twenty- MN
pigieey tend ole. fal tia Riera acer sea iaytsdeialbaat =
Jetih, dnd fear aa chs mi Z ata he told funny : stories, sang. com} ct liner He died wit ars. ne il
van hadt the ayze, appeara| a 1 ‘i cd aa oe gave exhib itions of ras the Bt : ic nk ‘of hi as rugs sl
thing worn. by th murder te a his a] ill aa a jig dancer. ‘All ‘he many : ! al twi ching of his nervea, |
nat. once rested ‘opon o ae Z oe ; _| was plenty to eat, cigars to amoke, and | Be- The body was put in a coffin and brought
oe ae T. ne ELILOW. or one KE : casi nal drinks df whiskey, ith. the ito. a ip to the public square, where: it) Was; ex:
had beet aro nd slacking eee | mb + | first) he wa plentifully supplied, M ". hibited to the gaze of the | curious. The
are amen 7, Ww 4: met Con orn ! i EU ie plad Pal On Ar ao Vaal Ue) OUI el aa Finel idoked ne natieal ce tlonshodaeu A eal i

yy
eS; ny oe es a
mary sham Hil gh

his in|

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NG

| tim ted , that the place to ; |
in Li y Boots and ie oo
: at Woodward’s.

|
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over the

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ing @

at Boots and Shoes of the first ptatigy, are bei

aid at my. store

for prices that pesitvels defy competition in Central Illinois. I

will not be undersold by any firm 1 no matter where they are

Re ce in DeWitt aun of elsewhere. Fot cenuine

Bi (ir ree oh ' i a he wua bcd ed Hi arora Donent Wl bnalhsrel ooh omc am rete) eat DENTE a SL Tea ae eM Mise oui Ali ype TC PUTED ti eee ad re 3
a a lean aid i ROC : i. sheriff V att oe | detailed four “1 }| mondent, artived; and Patay was s asked | iif z \ | dh 6s |: Doc: ey remgnneaat i o vac -
H ede i : See i te a a of had anything to say, withou the ipiver 0 ; a | i. :
i : Be | re uty as pecial wards. Tw of the a q
ae a ? co SY. | LS ee ds wey wha the prievi i ‘ ais ‘Gell fia rerve or the loaat tt his voice he (tim te that the - plac ? to 3 '
| | SS de : and | pi ht. l ee ve lboldly asserted |hia, linnazence. The black | | Me :
on QO: & S SEN Si ome eh l 4 fhe Leal - 4 ‘
cae in 4 Neo i iain ates teakde's abe of 2 ; i cots and She F as
ot waa fir d by the ie 7 One who visited | the jail a saw the |: Hi eae a “hg
he held. 3 q prisoner in| his| cell would never suaiect bead. ; cae we Athen patos Na ecto ie ee ig at Woodward's. | OM
in the} si | x | frou his bearin thatihis hours were num - hat! hi h. ita bi Ee re aan a | lL | | | ( | ne Oo
thigh, sind! produ . i bered. Patsey was determined to die game. |} was in shader sel ing the / [ae I on a Ww Wo | bid : ne
. fe | «| sheriff and | priests g od- -by and | ‘thanking Li i te me nie eee
sound) o: | ‘He ha bee trained i in the schoo! of vite, ihe blerif-knd te amily. Bed after fot | le e a.
ine and h -f 4 and ji é th gambler risked ever thing < ni Gr e t Ex ite 7 Cl ae |
1e “mt derers! rl TV che (urh of |the card). He had = an wat. Pa a he the ieee Tap Pat ae | — Cry a ci ment i a in 1. i
t havi ig tite e cE | haw rom his qoyth jup S this reading Had | COWP the tr p was abe and: Patsey; Dey| | | | ae
eir victi ne ‘ | literature of the day sihe, vine was launched int rope ee itra in [| 4] Ps Ne
carried | Z a i was eterm ned fo en ulate the example. pt ve noes ae oo 4 ha ea cl) if ton’ | O er e} rs
ig die ¢. other murderera and die: game, To is id eat 4 h fein d inh ae tl a ite i | \
sous Almost R | re guarde t he told funny stories, aang cot Nic enh fe is i ‘a are ane vl | he 6 li b
| from) him sich a] |: |/*4 * | song, end dccaxionly gave exhibitions of || "*" f inc | i i hinglet fl a, struggle, That | Boots aad Shoes of the first qua ity, are eing: |
ni || eae “al Ah ‘ pave the natural twitching o risnervea. |
he a)Ze; appearapce | | : ibis 3 iv ana jig daheer. All he wanthd | ; 1 for prices that p sitvely defy competition in Central Illinois, I
by the murdertrs, : | 4 was plenty to eat , cigars to amoke, and qc- | The body |was put in a coffin and brought | 4 ; a
|\upon Valtey.| + ey glow. — + “| casidnal drinks i whiskey. With the ite. Ha He pups aan ee G ee ei. will not be undersold by any firm 1 no matter whe e they are
na, two:'noted | «|: JODEPELDOW.: | | first mae lentifully | supplied, hal shy OE Mer Shdo (Oh Tek curious sll ion |
slcslaite on] wy i — aK WeetIman’s breton heart opened i in sym- face Icoked as natural as though death hadi} o™, "located i In DeWitt County, or elsewhere. rt genuine |
ef ription de pane Ay Hes ah AU nes a : come to him, in. the or inary way.' Itwas} |) | :

_ Bagains call and see me without fail. I 4m the
| Ne oly dealer in DeWitt County that goes bast
. Hes goods and thereby save my c st-

\ ' f a
i mers e profit that other dealers

more Jae connected. The case was called

Patay’s request that his body be sent to Al!
on Tuekday morning, April 4, Judge Lacey.

ton to his: tnother, but this roining: the
sheriff received a telegram frou Patsy's!
sister not to send it there but bury him here.
tle will be buried in Potter's tield this af.

‘end his days on the gallows. She appli id

presiding. It took ‘the ditire day. ‘land late him bountifully vel sen Cine Ne
into that night to select: the following when Patsey eraved for a drink 0 ish ey

jurors :} John McDonald, BS. eae she gave him some) that she had mix td

Jacob 5. Zorger, James: M. Roth, with! camphor. The! aneriff WAS oppose

‘pathy for wretch ‘who was sg soon ito

th

bath

lel weg
MAN ax puey Ww RK \¢

| that Mr. Good! I. e its i

4 a furnishing an kind of stimulants, bat tetnoon. | | | ' a 4
idl Gaede Pee i ee er: hie te | ee moe a net withstand his a, if ‘Thus ends'the Seen one hace whole. | | | | | r ane to make ito save them-
prominent railtqad | Winslow, Henry Williams, ‘and Joseph “peal. Patsy’s last hours were made As pan ean my, ats eee olathe fife | : te ! i ! selves from’ loss. 1
vatly gid watch a d Neal. On Wednesday oiorning the case comfprtable 0 wet possible a ie t ee se me | | | i be | A |
gunt of|money with opened. , Notwithstanding that | twenty them, under the CO ies ; | 7 ae PATSY’s| POEM, : >) a i sl
Vatrengt thenéd : from ne sre tia had AleEVENed between the! night of ‘ | | DEVINE’ 4 HISTORY. | (Vom posed while in Bloomington jail.) | f { a | OD l
rourderpra had pye- the wuder and the second trial the inci- Thomas Coyne, alias Patrick Devine, was ibaa ag ie ae eit hath oan nothing Wee, eet |
2 wateh to’ sonse|of dents of that terrible night were etill fresh | born in Ireland, Bithough he claims his na- F thou tI would compose a. song and write it) | i | Vote |

es, and expressed) a friends, for you,
ize and appearant
istaken for thera

rht by parties 'w

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La. no not fraah of a poet, though I'll do the dest
can: |) |
Je try to keep niy courage up and bear it like 8
man. i ial : |

. ict of gu ilty. pument4 of counsel lacted tit} nea ly noon name was Thomas Coyne. He died in [r -
| ory seven jj of the {dllowing Friday, when the ease was "land When atay | as but six months old.
! ity,, while || given ta the juror. Abpuf three o’¢lock on |: His mother | hen(pmigrated to this countr

in their! minds. The trial and palit ar- tivity in Cinein pati, Ohio. His fathers

intimately. Fr Saturday am i : : | in Ohio State— | aa (J ae a oe i a
orning ithe jury decided on its} wherd, three yeans aft rward, she Was ma of} Uj wag bore io Cincinnati abd, n io Sta | \, mew lt D. :
yy ! ’ d t + Mh \|
3 the theory seethe w, || verdict,! On the first ballo| after the jury | ried to Patriek | Devine. ’ Three children veeweh ante pi vipa a, pe re ies a v hh sie TES. ; | Beaks Ap art hica aver
n@, | retired 4 unanimous verdict ef guilty was! were the result of the pecond matriage, ore 1 : NEE OU au ni OC L | The best galve in ty e world fer ‘cute,

Her second husbant the world‘of me,

L phot was nob ih-| ¢,
fora en - of his}
never c rT
around ome. ||

of | the men ivf

| arrived lat. There was not: a Cipsenting ‘girl and two boys.
"' voice. The evidence was Gp plain pointing | died {in Pennsylvania. When Patsy was
4 || to Devide as the murderet of Aaron Good- boy h ie eplroo in Ualtimore, M i
A i fellow. Bat when it cameto yoting on the From|Mr Allen & Elliot, a merchant whb
penalty Kix 9 voted for death) while the other aid btsiness in a fittle town called Foun
nix skirthished on different terms ‘ofli imprig- ‘ain Green, Cheatey gq unty, Pennsyly rania, |
| ‘] onment ‘in the penitentiary. After a rt we gathered fact alin P tay Devind’s histor:
rhitlera Me. ballot eleven voted for the death penalt\ which|.the cofideut Hed | ee neyer gave hit
ra lnew tr al,: and one for imprisonment: les. life. Finally self, a though hialmanner on ani iotenys
! ihe | bailiff |i | about a clock i in the thorning the jury austai ied hel storg of Mr. Elliot.: The De
in

a bruises, sores, ulcpra,' salt rheu fever
And this js tho first time [’ve been deprived of | J.) Blpanees, the t tgilor, i ae open- sores, tetter, chap di hands, ‘chilblains,
Here an | ing 4 y lor phop in the ald express office, _ corns, and all skin eruptions, and positively
| th of the. National B nk, «nd he invites, cures, piles. It is guaranteed to ere per-

jal his friends to call jand see hi He has ee ae or morpy refunded. Price
« per box.
| imp full tite Hel es te select ie cae &

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11 was on the fourth of August, in 1879,
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hat nee Goddfellow had/been shot, and
ould be dead. |

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and that it)was.
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i here iron bare surrounded me, aC To) the best ssattment , t of

He will |osrey tie the ddry, x emt eds nanimous, and dehth was lecide¢ vine f mily lived’ a this point] and Md. bam my troubles to bewall | Cs Meee ene tate tet. | Hie 7
B e verdi \ war ine! onsiblered | To. upon. t eight o’clock on Saturday mor Etliott was ell sgrina nted with them fu | | ni) i : merthown in thia | ma | |
atl aad | t bailiff hadb | iomp denial junder | ing the jury formally, ren¢ ered. the leerdich he had aold t) ceds oi dol ilars wort ay a I hever di ny uel dead | are the itil ha * every-
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Motions for delay and|! for a new trial wan ce Bert tr Winger one slay whil i

1 to commit high- h.|\Then Mr
rder if i beca eC] reontlog jnd a ‘And’ must a allthe shame. ||
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eforehand, for ne was calm loake on (and in otder to give time: for prep ration seemed toibe heal , but that. night wher es 1 Lh a | on
2 watch the Bloon on iparently he wa 4 the court ‘adjourned till nuyen 0 eld on, they ne both returning home. the troubl Abd you, at relations | | i 4 | wg
ay or two and sh of any persdn in the m. | the fo! lowing Monday oan t that | was rehewed, whey Patey strack Winger o B par seu ctnie aie ent | | | re ae nimistale
that would turn thre Borer nae is, time the decks wer:. aleared, for action and |'the back of the head Me a boulder, an JN a ent one e con tell. ! a } dins inic anh meres
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The Four - State

on the sector where the killers would
first be sighted.

How long would it be before a report
came in? How long would it be before
word came regarding the fate of the
kidnaped deputies? Every hour that
passed narrowed their chances for
being released alive. Yet much hung
upon that release, because these two
men, if still alive, could give accurate,
trained-police information concerning
their captors.

But the outlaws, meanwhile, had
not been thinking of releasing their
prisoners so soon. After traveling
some five miles on the Pumping Sta-
tion Road, on which they had turned
after capturing the deputies’ car, they
ordered Hahn to turn south and stop.
There they relieved the deputies of
money and guns.

The mad ride began in earnest now.
It had been raining and the country
roads were a mire of mud and deep
ruts, but the outlaws dared not use
main highways for fear of running into
a police blockade. Turning first this
way and then that, the big car worked
toward the Illinois State line.

Not far from Wanatah, the bandit
driver spied a car parked in a barn lot.
He procured a pair of pliers and a
screw-driver, boldly removed _ the
farmer’s license plates and, after driv-
ing a little farther, installed one of
them on the rear of the Studebaker.

“As soon as we cross U. S. Road 41
we'll let you guys out,” the gunmen
declared. “If we carry you over the
State line we’ll have the Feds on our
tail.”

HAT was welcome news—they were

going to escape from the harrowing
experience with their lives.

For eight hours the kidnaper-killers
kept up this tortuous driving, finally
crossing United States Highway No.
41 near Cook, Indiana. They halted
the car, but a dog somewhere started
barking and they drove on. When
they were a scant two miles from the
Illinois line the weary bandit driver
stopped again.

“All right, you guys can get out
now,” said the redhead. “You're lucky
to get off this easy, so don’t make us
shoot you now. Walk down the road
with your hands up until we’re out of
sight.”

For 300 feet the gunmen held a
flashlight on their prisoners, then they
climbed into the Studebaker and drove
away, toward Illinois.

The nearest farmhouse had no tele-
phone and the farmer’s car was out
of order, so Hahn and Kowalczyk
walked on to United States No. 41,
where they hitched a ride to the little
town of Cook.

It was three o’clock Monday morn-
ing when Sheriff Wolf’s telephone in
La Porte rang. The hollow-eyed,
weary crowd took on a new life as
they heard him exclaim:

“Charley—thank Heaven you boys
are safe!”

At last the break had come! At last
the law-enforcement machine could be
thrown into action.

Instantly the Dunes Park Station
WPHS shot out the alarm: “Dixon’s
assassins reported in the Cook sector;
believed headed for Chicago.”

WQFM, Columbia City Barracks;
WPHE, Indianapolis Barracks; La
Porte, Valparaiso, Gary, Fort Wayne,
South Bend and other city broadcast-
ing units as well as the Michigan and
Illinois State Police networks took up
the alarm. The big manhunt was on!

An outgrowth of the cold-blooded
terror reigns of John Dillinger and Al
Brady, one of the greatest advances in
crime prevention, the “four-State
agreement” was now to have its test.

By this agreement, police of Indiana, "

Illinois, Michigan and Wisconsin have
the right to cross State lines to aid in
the capture of desperate criminals,:

Pact Gets Its Man (Continued from Page 15) orci

Furthermore, a clever system of block-
ading roads has been worked out.
When the fugitive is known to be in
one sector, all main highways are
blockaded; these stations are backed
up by primary barriers of squad cars
patrolling country roads and, in turn,
these are backed up by staggered sec-
ondary barriers also patrolling the
little-used byways.

The State Police, schooled in this
strategy, were at their posts almost im-
mediately, with clever commanding
officers poring over maps and moving
the squad cars to key positions by
radio as easily as moving pawns on a
chess board. County and city police
swarming into the sector also were
driving radio-equipped automobiles
and were calling in asking to be as-
signed to unpatrolled gaps.

When news of Hahn and Kowal-
czyk’s release came over the radio I
had just returned to Valparaiso from
New Liberty, where the captive Stude-
baker had been reported.

Chief of Police A. C. Witters rushed
over to my squad car and said: “Sher-
iff, Captain Gilliland and I are on our
way to help catch those killers; leave
your car here and come with us.”

“Let’s go in my car,” I said. “It’s
a high-powered Buick and can cover
the ground a lot faster than the small-
er city squad car. Also it’s equipped
with a State police radio and yours is
hooked only with the Valparaiso city
station.”

“Well, we thought of that,” said
Witters, “but the city squad car is
equipped with bullet-proof glass and
armored plate whereas your car isn’t.
With our car we can wade right
through gunfire and go in after those
babies.”

So we piled into the armored car,
Witters driving, Gilliland in the right
front seat and I in the back with
my  sub-machinegun. That lucky
choice of cars, we know now, saved
the lives of one or more of us.

We made for Cook, Indiana, where
we began patrolling. The little Val-
paraiso radio station was relaying
State Police broadcasts to us. We
worked our way north and finally out
of range of the Valparaiso station. Un-
like home radio sets, police receivers
cannot be tuned to different stations,
so for a long time we were completely
without outside contact. However, we
kept patrolling and working over into
Tllinois.

We passed through Momence, Illi-
nois, and zigzagged over country
roads touching Grant Park, Manteno
and Peotone. During this time our
only information about what was going
on came from other squad cars in the
area.

“Stop the car!’ said Gilliland sud-
denly. “I thought I heard a faint voice
over the radio say something about a
gun-battle.”

We stopped, turned off the engine,
and sure enough we could barely hear
an Illinois State police broadcast.

“Dixon’s assailants,” said the bulle-
tin, “were sighted at. Symerton by
Illinois Highway Policemen William
Gleaney and Forest Gray. The gun-
men escaped toward Wilmington. after
a heated gun-battle during which the
State Policemen’s auto was riddled
with high-powered rifle-fire and the
headlights shot out.”

all bee's boys sure mean business—
and they’re tough,” Witters com-
mented.

As we neared Symerton; dawn was
breaking. It was perhaps an hour later
when we stopped our car again to
listen for another Illinois broadcast,
another startling bulletin.

“Two more victims kidnaped by the
killers!”

Near Ritchie, south of Wilmington,
James Novy and his four-year-old son
had been taken at gun-point by the

two fugitives, who held them as hos-
tages and drove off in the Novy car.

Farmers near by had seen the ex-
change and notified the State Police.
Almost instantly the broadcast reached

us.

Only a short time after that another
message crackled over the instrument.

“Sergeant Arthur Bayer has just
exchanged shots with fleeing gunmen
three miles southeast of Wilmington;
reports them heading toward Kanka-
kee.” ‘

I had been studying the road map.
“Boys,” I said, “those killers are
headed our way. There’s only two
roads they can go to Kankakee on and
one’s a highway. They won’t use that
because of the blockade. The other, a
country road, passes through Deselm,
Illinois. Let’s get on down there and
wait for ’em.”

Deselm is a little country cross-
roads village consisting of a general
store and a few houses. We backed our
car out of sight at the side of the store
and waited, guns in hand.

About a half-hour later we sighted
an automobile speeding toward us on
the gravel pike. It must have been do-
ing 60 and it was taking in the whole
road.

“Get set, men,” I yelled. “Here they
come.”

“That’s not the Novy car,”
Gilliland, referring to his notes.

“Let’s stop him anyway,” chimed in
Witters. “He may know something—
and the bandits may have changed
cars.”

When we covered him with our guns
the lone driver stopped. “I—I’m not
the bandits,” he quavered. “But I saw
them just a minute ago.”

“Where?” we chorused.

But the farmer was so excited he
could hardly talk. Try as he would he
couldn’t explain so we could under-
stand. Finally a truck-driver who had
been standing with us stepped for-
ward.

“I think I know where he’s trying
to send you,” he said. “You go north
to the end of ‘this road and then jog
to the west on a dirt road a short dis-
tance and then turn north again.”

said

HE excited farmer bobbed his head

in agreement.

“Come on,” yelled Witters. We
tumbled into our automobile and
drove north.

“Those other policemen couldn’t get
close because their cars weren’t bullet
proof,” gritted Gilliland. “What a sur-
prise these babies are going to get
when they try to hold us back with
their big rifles!”

We came to the end of the road,
made our jog to the west and had fol-
lowed the pike where it turned north
again, wheri we came upon another
excited farmer.

“T’ll say I saw the bandits,” he said.
“They came by here a few minutes
ago running like fury. Two Illinois
State Policemen were hot on their
trail but they turned here and fol-
lowed the pike north. The bandits
went straight ahead up that mud road.
It’s so soft, I don’t see how they could
have gone far.”;

We turned back to the corner and
followed the trail of the fugitives. The
farmer hadn’t exaggerated about that
road being soft. ur car plunged in
and out of mud-holes, careening back
and forth in deep ruts; mud and water
was spraying up over the hood and
plastering the windshield.

“There they are,” shouted Gilliland.

As our machine: topped a rise we
could see another car about a half-
mile ahead. It was mired down and
two men were trying to push it out.

They saw us coming and one of
them grabbed up a rifle. At that dis-
tance the gunman’s aim was ineffec-
tive but we saw we were in for it.

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Witters had his hands full keeping
our car from sticking in the mud but
Gilliland had poked his shotgun
through the loophole in the windshield;
I had my machinegun ready for action.

“They don’t know their bullets can’t
touch us,” I said. “We’ll just wade
right’in after them. Before they real-
ize they can’t stop us we’ll be so close
they can’t escape.”

Wham! A bullet spattered against
the windshield right in front of Wit-

ters’ face.

HE other bandit had grabbed up a

shotgun and was spraying us with
buckshot. We didn’t worry about the
shotgun, but we knew that a lucky hit
from a .30-.30 rifle will sometimes
shatter even bullet-proof glass. We
had to get in closer before we could
do any damage because our car was
bucking and lurching over the rough
roadbed until it was impossible for
Gilliland to draw an accurate bead
even with his shotgun.

We were getting fairly close when
suddenly the squad car nosed into an
unusually deep hole and stuck tight.
Now we were in for it. It was going
4 be practically a hand-to-hand bat-
tle.

Obviously surprised that their gun
play didn’t stop us, the bandits ran
for their car and grabbed up more
ammunition.

“Novy’s slumped down in the back
seat,” warned Witter. ‘““We can’t shoot
through the car because we might hit
him or the boy.”

Gilliland emptied his shotgun and
withdrew it from the windshield loop-
hole. I leaned over to pick up the
machinegun. In that instant while
Gilliland and I were out of line a
rifle slug ripped through the loophole
and crashed its way out through the
back of the car. The bandit was a
sharpshooter and we knew we were
lucky. ,

I rammed the muzzle of the ma-
chinegun through the hole and let her
go, but it was our unlucky day. The
gun jammed after fifteen or twenty
shots. I hadn’t hit either of the bandits
but the gas tank of their automobile
was riddled. That was one compensa-
tion, although it meant now that the
gunmen would fight harder than ever.
It was our lives or theirs.

The blond outlaw with the shotgun
kept blazing away, while the red-
headed one ran down the road right
toward us carrying an armload of am-
munition and the high-powered rifle.

The fellow was smiling!

That ghastly smile turned to a grim-
ace of pain as one of our bullets found
his leg. He dived out of sight down
into the muddy ditch. A second later
we saw the muzzle of his rifle poke
through the weeds and spout flame.

“Forget the one with the shotgun,”
I yelled. “Get the one in the ditch
before that cannon of his blasts us
out of here! His gun’ll have us full
of holes after a bit.”

We fired several shots at him—
Witters was now using a rifle, too.
Occasionally we could see the crown
of the bandit’s straw hat above the
brow of the ditch but that was all.
Suddenly the smiling outlaw ceased
firing and waved a black cloth of some
kind above the weeds. His blond part-
ner had taken refuge behind the Novy
car.

“Wants to surrender,” I said. “You
fellows keep him covered and I’ll go
out after him.”

I opened the back door and stepped
out, but the running-board was cov-
ered with slick mud and my feet flew
out from under me. There was a flash
from the ditch and the glass in that car
door was shattered where my head had
been! A narrow escape. Wind from
that bullet seared its way across my
cheek so close I thought for an instant

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two men, one in the front and the
other in the back seat. aac a

“Looks like these fellows have. had
a breakdown,” observed Hennings.

As the police car pulled alongside
the stalled automobile, Dixon called
out: ‘“What’s the trouble, fellows?”

“Can’t get it started,” said the
driver. “She just won’t run.”

“Maybe I can help,” offered’ Dixon.
He drove the squad car to the side of
the road and alighted. Hennings also
climbed from the machine on the op-
posite side.

One rule of the State Police is to
investigate out-of-State automobiles in
trouble along their beats, so this oblig-
ing young officer, as he walked to the
front of the other machine, glanced at
the license plate—it bore a Michigan
number. In the meantime the driver,
without saying anything, climbed
from his seat on the opposite side and
started around the back of the car. He
kept his face turned from his would-
be benefactors.

Dixon turned toward the approach-
ing man. ‘What seems to be the—”
He broke off his question, his eyes
narrowing to pin-points as he sud-
denly found himself looking into the
muzzle of a deadly .38 automatic.

Instinctively his hand flew toward
his own side-arm, but it never reached
the weapon.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Four
flashes, four ear-splitting explosions.

Dixon’s sharp intake of breath was
almost a whistle. He gurgled that half
scream and half moan of the mortally
wounded—a sound to make strong men
shudder. A trickle of blood ran from
a ragged hole in one hand—the hand
that clasped his abdomen!

The surprised policeman took four
or five staggering, twisting steps back-
ward and collapsed into the ditch. So
quickly had this happened that Hen-
nings was not yet in the center of the
road.

E hanes killer’s smoking gun darted to-

ward the photographer. Apparently
to the other man in the car he ex-
claimed: “Let’s get this other guy,
too!”

Hennings, himself unarmed, was
quick, however, to see the folly of fac-
ing the desperado. He turned and ran
as can only a man who is trying to
outrun a bullet.

The gunman leveled the .38 at the
fleeing target and fired. Hennings
heard the slug whine past his head
and made a dive for the brush at the
roadside. As another pellet ripped
through the leaves overhead, he vault-
ed a barbed wire fence and disap-
peared into the wheat field beyond.

The prisoner, Walter Sanders, had
watched the brutal, wanton shooting

Three men withstood bandit guns
In this car and escaped with their
lives. Those three officers were
Captain Charles Gilliland, Sheriff
Lane and Police Chief A. C. Witters

from the squad car. He was torn be-
ee =) tween the desire to run for his life and
wemmmemerees His better judgment, which told him
he would not have a chance, now that
both outlaws were brandishing their
guns in the center of the road.

Suddenly the killers leveled their
pistols at him and approached the car.

Sanders did some quick thinking.
“Don’t shoot me!” he cried. “I’m just
a prisoner—not an officer.”

One of the men, the blond-headed
one who had shot Dixon, looked at his
partner, who nodded.

barked the blond. “Get the Hell out
of there and run.’

Sanders ran. A short distance away
he followed Hennings’ example and

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It was the life of Clarence Easton, the dead man, or the officers
who sought him, including the two troopers in this picture

“All right, we’ll give you a chance,”.

LS BOM Haat AMERY TRY ARE TE STR RA SN Lhe

made for the wheat field. As he vaulted
the fence he became entangled in. the
barbed wire and so was an unwilling
witness to the rest of the Fail Road
drama from a vantage-point too close
for comfort but well screened from
the outlaw’s sight by the dense growth
of sumac and reeds which lined the
road.

1 blond spoke: “Let’s get the stuff
into the squad car and get going.”

As one dragged out three suitcases
and a number of guns with ammuni-
tion, the other man, who, Sanders
noted, was red-haired and looked
slightly older, grumbled: “We better
not use a squad car. The coppers
know the license number and, besides,

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This posed picture, taken at the same spot, shows how the shooting occurred.

while the man at the rear of the truck represents his slayer.

with those broad stripes painted on,
we couldn’t turn around without being
spotted.”

However, the killers did get into
Dixon’s automobile and start away.
Suddenly they stopped, grabbed their
guns, jumped out and crouched down
in front of the machine. Sanders then
saw the reason: Another automobile
was approaching from Fails Corner!

It was the 1934 Studebaker driven
by the La Porte County deputies,
Charles Hahn and Joseph Kowalczyk.

“There’s Dixon’s car, Joe. Wonder
what’s wrong,” said Hahn, slowing to a
stop.

“Must be something screwy going
on,” remarked Kowalczyk. ‘‘Nobody’s
in sight.”

Both deputies jumped when, from
behind the squad car, a steely voice
called:

“Come on out with your hands up.
Make one false move and we'll plug
you!”

One look at the high-powered .30-.30
rifle leveled at his heart and Driver
Charles Hahn tumbled from the car
with his hands in the air. Kowalczyk,
being no fool either, was quick to fol-
low. It was then that they noticed the
other desperado with his .38 automatic
covering them from another angle.

“Confound it, don’t stand there
staring at us,” the cold voice rasped.
“Turn around, and if I catch you look-
ing at us again, it’ll be too bad.”

Sanders, from his post on the fence,
saw the outlaws again transfer their
three suitcases and arsenal, this time
to the deputies’ Studebaker.

“All right, you punks,” ordered the
redhead, “get in.”

“You're not taking us?” quavered
Kowalczyk.

The answer was a sharp jab in the
back with the pistol muzzle.

“Move!” The deputies started to
climb into the back seat. ‘Not in there
—in front. You guys are driving.”

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The uniformed officer represents Trooper Dixon

Photographer Hennings was standing in the position of the farmer

Hahn, obeying orders to the letter,
jerked the Studebaker into motion and
drove south on Fail Road on across
State Road No. 2 and turned east on
the Pumping Station Road. That was
the last Sanders saw of the car.

ROM the back seat the killers held
guns against their prisoners’ backs,
and one, the quick-triggered blond,
continuously snapped the safety-catch
on his automatic as though some wild
urge in his twisted mind was driving
him to snuff out another innocent
life.

“What did you do to that copper?”
asked the redhead.

“You shut your mouth!” exclaimed
his companion, flaring up. The sud-
den convulsive clicking of that safety
catch conveyed to Kowalczyk the mur-
derous tension in the man.

Scarcely had the ill-fated Stude-
baker disappeared over the first rise
in the road before Sanders popped

from the bushes and ran to where
Dixon had fallen.

The former prisoner now slung one
of his captor’s arms over his shoulder
and pried the 185-pound man to his
feet. The officer was still conscious
but too weak from loss of blood to
walk. Sanders half carried and half
dragged him to the squad car.

Hennings likewise had started to re-
turn, but since he was much farther
away and could see that Sanders was
taking care of Dixon, the photographer
ran toward the nearest farmhouse to
telephone police.

Walter Sanders, with one foot
jammed against the police siren and
the other crowding the accelerator, had
not reached La Porte when he was
startled by a voice. Then, smiling
wryly, he realized the police radio had
been turned on all the while.

“Calling all cars. Calling all cars—”
and even the usually flat-voiced radio
announcer was excited — “Patrolman

Photographer Ralph J. Hennings, right,

From a fence-top Walter Sanders saw the
told Sheriff Wolfe of his narrow escape

Deputies Hahn, left, and Kowalczyk
affair and considered his escape lucky

Know now what a kidnap victim feels


W. Ray Dixon of Chesterton Post has
been shot, perhaps fatally. Be on
lookout for two men in 1934 Stude-
baker sedan, license 758-090. Number
one man: 21 to 28; five feet eleven; 190;
no hat, coat or tie; light shirt and dirty
blond hair. Number two man: Same
description except red hair; straw hat.

“After shooting Dixon these men
kidnaped two La Porte County depu-
ties, escaped in deputies’ squad car.
Last seen speeding south on Fail Road
with deputies driving. Use caution in
apprehension. These men are armed
and desperate.”

Minutes later the rapidly sinking
Dixon was hustled into the operating
room at the Holy Family Hospital.
Surgeons, poised for an appendicitis
operation on another patient, operated
on the bullet-riddled State policeman
instead. One hour later he was
wheeled from surgery.

Sanders grasped the doctor’s arm
questionably.

The “man in white” shook his head

sorrowfully and turned to a nurse.
“Issue a call for blood donors,” he or-
dered. “That man’s condition: is very
serious.”

Sanders jerked up his sleeve: ‘“‘Here
I am, Doctor,” he offered.

But Sanders’ blood was the wrong
type, as was each of the professional
donors’.

tt'¢@’ ROUP THREE!” cried the Doc-
tor. “We must have Group three
blood—and time is precious!”

State Policemen and citizens began»
pouring into the hospital for the: test.
Strangely enough it was Ray Dixon’s
closest friend.and fellow State Police- ,
man, Don Woodward, who was able
to extend this last favor.

As the anxious hours wore on, Ray’s
parents, Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Dixon,
Senior, of South Bend, and his fiancee,
Mary Woods of Niles, Michigan,
joined him in his losing fight for life.

At the La Porte County jail Mrs.
Charles Hahn and Mrs. Joe Kowalezyk

This map shows the widespread scene of activity in the chase.
(1) Where the auto accident occurred; (2) where Trooper Dixon
was shot; (3) where kidnaped deputies were thrown out; (4) where
bandits escaped first police fire; (5) where Farmer Novy and his

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Through these fields and up to the Byron Warner farmhouse, police
chased two desperate gunmen they knew would shoot to kill

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Clarence Easton came around this
corncrib and met death face to face

and a group of relatives and friends
were clustered about Sheriff Joseph
Wolf’s telephone awaiting some word
on the whereabouts of the kidnaped
deputies.

But no word came in the long, dark
hours. Midnight passed without a
sign of the deputies and no reports
were received that the bandits had
been sighted. Had Hahn and Kowal-
ezyk been shot? Was that why they
had not reported? Surely if they had
been released, they would call from
the nearest telephone. Hope flowed at
a low ebb as the clock’s hands in the
Sheriff’s office moved on toward one,
then two o’clock.

And through the dragging hours the
police radio networks stood by, waiting
for the first clew to the gunmen’s
whereabouts. All night hundreds of
State, county and city officers were
patroling their own territories looking
for some sign of the fugitives. Each
segment of a vast police machine was
in constant radio contact and poised—
ready on instant notice—to converge

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turning his head, he hissed his answer
above the hum of the speeding motor.

“IXeep your trap shut!”

At the Oak Grove country schoolhouse,
in La Porte County, the driver stopped
the car.

“You drive,” he ordered Hahn, a short
stocky man of middle age. “Ixeep to the
country roads, and don’t try any funny
stuff.”

Before joining his companion in the
back seat, the young outlaw raised the lid
of the trunk on the rear of the Studebaker.
Here the La Porte County officers had a
20-gauge, pistol-grip shotgun, a bullet-
proof vest, three torches, fuses, a flag and
a gas gun.

_ ATCH them; they must be some
kind of officers,” the bandit called
grimly to his confederate.

Then, ordering the deputies from the
car, the two captors searched them and
took from each his 38 Special. Hahn’s
wallet yielded fifteen dollars in cash. They
pocketed this along with six dollars taken
trom Kowalczyk, then ordered the depu-
ties back into the front seat, with Hahn
at the wheel.

For a time, the kidnapers studied a map
and debated upon where to go. Michigan,
to the north, was definitely out. They had
heard of the mutual blockade existing be-
tween Michigan and Indiana. It had to be
either Ohio or Chicago. They decided
upon the latter.

The blond gunman changed the license
plate on the rear of the car, substituting
a Michigan plate stolen that morning at
Three Oaks, Michigan. Then he got into
the rear seat with his partner and ordered
Hahn to drive on, adding:

“Ikeep to the country roads.”

The deputies knew those roads, for it
was their own country. If the bandits
had murdered the state trooper, a man-
hunt would be forming, and state police
squad cars would be stationed along the
paved highway intersections. Hahn steered
tor the highway, but the grating voice of
the blond told him to turn off onto an-
other country road. The bandit had a
map, studying it.

Darkness came and hours passed. The
Studebaker rolled slowly through the night,
along the back roads of La Porte County,
bearing westward. Hope came to the depu-
ties. Before long they would run out of
gas. Put afoot, the bandits would be at
the mercy of the law.

Just then, one of the many roadside
filling station pumps which dot the county
loomed up at the side of the road. Hahn
drove on, hoping the bandits had not seen
the pump, but he was disappointed.

“Stop,” the blond outlaw commanded.
“We're going back for gas.”

Kowalczyk, a spare, keen-faced, middle-
aged man in glasses, was ordered out of
the car, and remained at the side of the
road, with the red-haired gunman. The
blond one got into the front seat.

“Here’s the money for the gas,” he said,
passing Hahn three one-dollar bills. “See
that you act natural.”

Before the car pulled away, the blond
told his partner:

“Tf you hear any noise, shoot your man;
and if I hear any, I’ll shoot mine.”

The sleepy farmer-attendant at the gas
pump filled the tank of the Studebaker
and accepted $3.10, suspecting nothing.
Then, following orders, Hahn drove east
from the station a half-mile, then turned
around and picked up Kowalczyk and his
captor.

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For eight hours they traveled. westward
over back roads. Several times the car
was stopped while the bandits studied the
map and made plans. Once, the redhead
warned the other significantly:

“You’d better watch that map; we don’t
Hh to take these fellows across a state
ine.”

The first faint streaks of dawn were ap-
pearing in the East when they crossed
United States Route 41. The bandits or-
dered a halt, a quarter-mile west of the
Federal highway.

“Get out, you guys.”

The Studebaker bore westward toward
the Illinois state line, a few miles away,
leaving behind them the disgusted depu-
ties. lt was about three a. m. Hahn and
Kowalezyk walked back to Snyder where

they secured a five-mile ride to Cook, In- |

diana, and called the Dunes Park Post of
the Indiana State Police.

Sheriff Freeman Lane and his deputies
of Porter County had just returned to Val-
paraiso from investigating a report that
a car was seen speeding through North
Liberty, Indiana. While they were gone
the news flashed over the radio and tele-
type ticker in my office that Hahn and
Kkowalezyk had been freed and left un-
harmed near Cook, and that the bandits
were headed westward into Illinois in the
Studebaker sedan.

Gilliland and I hurried to the county
jail, where the Sheriff’s radio car had Just
pulled up.

“The deputies are safe and the gunmen
are headed into Illinois near Cook,” I
told Lane.

“What are we waiting for?” the Sheriff
asked. “Get in!”

“Let’s take my police car,” I suggested.

“Why?” Lane wanted to know. “This
car has police radio.”

“Yeah; but it isn’t bullet-proof.”

“Gilly” sided with me. A few minutes
after three o’clock, the three of us sped
west out of Valparaiso in my 1938 V-8
police car, with its shatter-proof wind-
shield and steel enforced cowl. Had we
taken the Sherifi’s car, I should not be
telling this story.

Word had gone out to Illinois officers
that the bandits were crossing the line,
and, from Chicago southward for 100 miles,
patrolling troopers redoubled their vigi-
lance as gray dawn broke over the prairie
land of northern Illinois.

EAR the little village. of Symerton,

Illinois, at 4:48 a. m., two Illinois
highway policemen, William Glenney and
Forrest Gray, patrolling the graveled road
which runs from Peotone to Wilmington,
saw a car swiftly approaching from the
east.

The car whizzed by. It was a Stude-
baker sedan, and in it two men crouched
low.

Whirling the squad car about, the offi-
cers, siren screaming, pursued the Stude-
baker. Gravel, flung by the flying wheels,
hammered on the front fenders of the
squad car, like the rattle of machine guns.
Then, sharp and clear above this sound,
came the ping of a rifle and the crash
of broken glass as the officers’ lights went
out. Firing through the rear window of
the fleeing car, one of the bandits had
smashed the headlights.

Whipping out their service guns, Gray
and Glenney returned the fire mo-
mentarily; but the Studebaker soon out-
distanced them.

Southeast from Wilmington, there is a
little village called Ritchie. Near here, as
the Monday morning sun was. rising, a
miner-farmer, named James Novy, drove
along on his way to deliver milk before
going to work at his other job in-a strip
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one coming back from bevond the grave.

The husband stood rigidly by the cur-
tains for what seemed a long time.

“I think you can tell us what really
happened out there tonight, Gammon.”
Seaman finally said. “I know you meant
to kill your wife but you failed) Now tell
us how you killed Thomas Wilson.”

The shaking radioman turned to the
deputy. His voice was no more than a
whisper. .

“I shot—Wilson?”

“Yes.”

“But how did that happen? He never
comes before midnight.”

“WELL. he started early tonight. He
Was going to relieve you because of
your headache.”

Gammon turned on his wife with a look
of rage,

“You sent him,” he said harshly.

She nodded.

“Then that bullet was meant for me?”
she asked in a quiet voice.

Gammon collapsed then. His hand coy-
ered his face and he stumbled back to
the couch. “Get her out of here,” he said
In a tense voice,

“How about a statement, Gammon?”
Seaman asked.

“Get her out of here, I said!”

The deputy waved her out. Mrs. Gam-
mon turned and slowly mounted the stairs,
A moment later, they heard a bedroom
door being softly closed.

“How did you figure this out?” Gam-
mon asked.

“Well, I knew that Wilson didn't shoot
himself. When I heard that your wife had
called him, I thought it had been a lure.
I suspected jealousy on her part.

“Then I discovered you were on duty
at the time of the shooting. I remembered
that the ash tray was filled with cigarette
stubs. I figured a nervous man had sat
at that desk. Finally, I was told you had
called your wife and had asked her to
come out at eleven with some aspirin.
Instead, she had sent Wilson. You didn’t
know he was coming at that early hour.
You shot Wilson in the dark, believing it
was your wife. Then you put the gun.
Wilson’s gun, in his locker. You hoped
When it was discovered that he would be

-car, sped to La Porte. a radio alarm went
out to Indiana, Michigan and Illinois
police.

At the La Porte County police station,
Dutch learned that Dixon had been taken
to the Holy Family Hospital. A police
officer drove the photographer there. The
wounded patrolman was in the emergency
room, unconscious.

“His condition is serious.” the nurses
informed the anxious friend.

8 * * *

“Calling all cars. Calling all cars. Be on
the lookout for two men in a 1934 Stude-
baker sedan, Indiana license 758-090. Num-
ber one man: 21 to 28; five feet eleven;
190; no hat, coat, or tie; light shirt and
dirty blond hair. Number two man; same
description; straw hat. These men shot,
and perhaps fatally wounded W. Ray
-Dixon and kidnaped two La Porte County
sheriff’s deputies. Escaped in deputies’
car, direction unknown. Use caution in
apprehending. These men are armed and
desperate.”

It was 7:10 p. m. when this message
crackled into our police station at Val-
paraiso, county seat of Porter County,

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suspected of the crime. You didn’t know
until a few minutes ago that you had
killed the wrong person.”

Gammon nodded his head slowly.
“That’s the way it was.” he said. “I
blundered horribly.”

“Tell me about it.” Seaman suggested,

“It’s a strange story,” the distressed man
began. “I was jealous of my wife and her
attention to others. I never showed it.
No one in the Village could ever say I
had threatened her life. But I felt it all
deeply. It burned inside me like a can-
cer. It wouldn’t have been any use kill-
ing another man or several other men,
I had to kill her. I had to stop her life.
It would free me from a terrible oppres-
sion. I-called her and thought she would
arrive at the shack at eleven. I got Wil-
son’s gun. His locker was not locked. The
padlock was there, open. Then I waited
at the window. I knew she would walk
across the dunes with a flashlight. I
waited for it to appear.

“Finally, at eleven o'clock I saw a light
coming over the sands. It was an electric
flashlight. I stepped outside of the door
and waited until it came within shooting
distance and then I fired. The light dis-
appeared. I believed I had killed my
wife.

“Inside I replaced Wilson’s gun and
locked the door. I never had anything
against him and I didn’t believe he would
suffer for my crime. But I thought that
using his gun would create enough mys-
tery to confuse the police. I believed
that. eventually. no one would be con-
victed. There have been cases like that
before, you know.

“When Wilson didn’t show up for work
at midnight I got nervous. I thought he
might have discovered the body. That
would throw everything off. Anyway, I
didn’t want him to see me in a nervous
state. so I fled. I walked up and down
the shore for a long time before I decided
to go home. I went inside and turned on
all the lights. I tried to eat something, I
wasn’t hungry. I thought a drink would
relieve my parched throat. I couldn’t
drink. I tried to read. No use. I went
upstairs and tried to sleep. But I couldn't.

“Then I got dressed again and came
downstairs. I put on my hat and coat

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located at the junction of United States
Route 80 and Indiana State Road 2,
twenty miles west and south of La Porte.

With Police Captain Charles Gilliland
and other officers, I studied a large wall
map of the state. The Fail Road. scene
of the ruthless shooting of Dixon, was
only a few miles south of the western
Michigan state line, Escape to the north,
into Michigan, would be cut off by the
efficient state-line blockade of all roads.

To the east lay Saint Joseph County,
Indiana. There, Sheriff William Hosinski
and his deputies, assisted by South Bend
municipal police under Chief Larry Lane,
would patrol all roads. On the south and
west, our own county and Lake County
officers would bar escape into Chicago and
Illinois.

Swooping down from Michigan came
state troopers from the New Buffalo post,
rushing from the Ligonier and Dunes Park
barracks and converging on the area
around La Porte, came more than a score
of Indiana state troopers in squad cars,
led by Lieutenant Ray Fisher.

Throughout the long hours of the night,
messages crackled over the ether, via state
police radio and all stations in northern

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and went out. I left the lights on and
the door open. It didn’t seem to matter,
I was going to pieces. I walked all around
the village using the side streets. It was
very lonely. The street lights were lonely
too. There was no one around. Walking
alone I watched my shadow. It would run
by and come back. Soon I began to feel
that a crowd of people were around me,
running past, turning and running back,
all silently watching me. I couldn't stand
rb?

The deputy got up. He pulled out a
pair of handcuffs and held them out. Gam-
mon looked at him in surprise.

“Just so you won't try to take your
own life,” the deputy explained.

Gammon put out his hands and Seaman
snapped the cuffs on to his wrist. They
went out together.

Gammon was lodged in the county jail
at Riverhead on a charge of premeditated
murder. Authorities from the Navy Yard
at Brooklyn, New York, removed the pris-
oner to their headquarters for court mar-
tial on the theory that the crime was
committed on Government territory.

ATER, however, Lieutenant Riley, of
the Navy Legal office, discovered that
the murder had not been committed on
Government land, and Gammon Was re-
turned to Riverhead for trial. Assistant
District Attorney Henry Tasker of Suffolk
County was placed in charge of the case.
On October 20th. Gammon appeared in
the Suffolk County court before Judge L.
Barron Hill. He pleaded that when he
shot Wilson, he had suffered a mental
lapse asa result of the headache remedy
he had been taking. A defense psychia-
trist testified that Gammon was not men-
tally responsible when he shot his friend.
The prosecution introduced two alienists
in rebuttal who declared that the defen-
dant had been aware of the nature of
his act.

The jury reached a verdict of second de-
gree murder, after deliberating seven and
a half hours, and on November 7th,
Robert Gammon was sentenced by Judge
Hill to from twenty years to life in Sing
Sing. Motions by Gammon’s attorney to
set aside the verdict were denied. The
case, it is understood, will be appealed.

Indiana cities. directing officers to other
areas to investigate suspicious automobiles,
to “shake down” abandoned farm build-
ings and woodland tracts. to be on the
lookout for a ear, answering the general
description, reported traveling through
some small town at a high rate of speed.

State police cars blocked the state and
national highways at strategic points;
county officials formed a similar blockade
on county roads; while in each city and
municipality—including our own Val-
paraiso—local police responded, guarding
the entrances to the city.

Escape through the network of police
cars appeared impossible; but, as that long
Sunday night turned into morning, no
trace was found of the Studebaker auto
with the two desperate bandits and the
kidnaped officials,

Meanwhile, the abducted deputies sat
in the front seat of their car with the
sullen-faced blond gunman at the wheel,
and the equally sullen redhead sitting
guard in the rear.

What had happened to Trooper Dixon
and his companion and the prisoner who
had been in the state police car? Partial
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and into the back seat, covering her menacingly with a gun.

“Drive into the country and be quiet,” she was told.

The frightened woman steered her car away from Colum-
bus. Behind her and the threatening bandit came the lights
of the trailing Chevrolet. A few miles from the city, the
gunman ordered Mrs. Schultz to stop. The Chevrolet pulled
alongside, and the two men made her get out and go into a
rye field. There, sitting in the prickly, ripening grain, she
watched the two dark shadows in the moonlight, transferring
their belongings from their car to her own. They drove
away in her car, leaving behind the bullet-scarred Chevrolet.

Trembling, the woman hurried to the abandoned auto-
mobile and drove back to Columbus, where she notified the
police. At 1:30 a. m., June 22nd, the news flash went over
Station WAKE and over WASD at Madison, describing the
latest crime of the two armed desperadoes. But again, as be-
fore, the youthful highwaymen had struck swiftly and moved
on, taking with them the $56 Mrs. Schultz had in her purse.

Sunday, June 26th, at about 6:30 p. m., an Indiana State
Police car, driven west on United States Route 20, pulled
up at the scene of an auto accident, near Springville, Indiana.
A big, broad-shouldered state trooper alighted, surveyed the
scene, and questioned a young man named Walter Sanders,
twenty-two, of Michigan City, Indiana, whose light laundry
truck had collided with another car. Sanders had gone
direct from church to visit an aunt at Rolling Prairie, Indiana,
that morning. He had been on his way back to Michigan
City when the accident. occurred.

As the trooper questioned Sanders, a tall, be-spectacled,
silent fellow in a gray suit and straw hat, who had accom-
panied the officer, alighted and took several pictures of the
wrecked cars.

ECIDING that Sanders was at fault, the officer formally
arrested him and put him in the back seat of the squad
car. And even as he did so another auto, bearing Deputy
Sheriffs Joseph Kowalezyk and Charles Hahn, of La Porte
County, drew up.
“Hello, Dixon,” one of the deputies said as they alighted.
“What goes on here?”
The trooper answered the greeting and explained the acci-
dent, adding:
“T’ll give you a copy of my report at the county jail.”
Dixon turned the State Police car southward down the

Fail Road, taking a short cut to La Porte over the lonely
gravel highway. At his side was the cameraman, saying little,
while in the rear seat was the disconsolate truck driver.

Two hours prior to the accident, Trooper Ray Dixon,
twenty-eight, of South Bend, working out of the Dunes
Park Barracks, at Chesterton, had met his friend, Ralph J.
“Dutch” Hennings, in front of a newspaper office in South
Bend. Hennings, a press photographer, had accompanied the
officer on his tour of duty, in search of the usual Sunday
accidents for news pictures.

A half-mile south of Route 20, on his way to the jail with
his prisoner, Dixon noticed a gray Plymouth sedan parked
at the east side of the road, facing north. The hood of the
Plymouth was raised. Seated back of the wheel was a hat-
less, blond, curly-haired fellow, dressed in a white shirt open
at the neck. In the rear seat was another man, wearing a
dark suit and a straw hat.

Dixon stopped the police car on the west side of the
graveled road, across from the stalled Plymouth.

“What’s the trouble, fellows?” Dixon asked, pleasantly.

nie man in the driver’s seat smiled a twisted, humorless
smile.

“T don’t know,” he answered. “She just won’t run.”

The trooper slid out from under the wheel and alighted.
He walked back toward the front of the Plymouth to look
at the license plate, and, as he did so, the smile vanished
from the face of the driver. He slid cat-like out of the
Plymouth on the opposite side and moved swiftly around to
the rear of the car.

“Who owns this automobile, anyway?” the officer inquired.

In answer, the blond:man crouched low. In his hand was
a black automatic, and the stillness of the early evening was
shattered by the staccato of rapid gun-fire.

With a moan, the trooper staggered backward eight or ten
feet, and slumped to the ground near the rear of his own car.

Meantime, Hennings, sensing a story with a newsman’s in-
explicable instinct, had alighted on the right side of the patrol
car and started around the front. Shocked and bewildered,
the cameraman saw his friend fall, mowed down by bullets
without warning. Unarmed, Hennings turned and ran south-
ward down the graveled road, straw hat in hand. Twenty
yards from the scene, he looked back, to find the man who
had shot Dixon now aiming at him. Two shots whizzed past
the newspaperman’s head.

The police car (left) in which the co-author (1), Chief of
Police A. C. Witters, and two officials, Captain Charles Gil-
liland (2) and Sheriff Freeman Lane of Porter County (3),

tracked down the two murdering and ruthless outlaws

The Byron Warner farm near DeSelm, Illi-
nois, where the bandit brothers made their
last stand. The elder brother, already
wounded by police bullets, appeared from |!
behind the corn-crib (arrow) to fulfil a
boast he had made. The younger brother &
ran into the house and took refuge there


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“Get that other rat!” the blond bandit had yelled to his
companion, as the latter alighted from the Plymouth, re-
volver in hand; both had fired simultaneously at the terrified
cameraman. .

Along the sides of the graveled road, weeds and bushes and
small trees bordered a cornfield. Hennings swerved to the
left, into the brush, with bullets whistling about him. A
barbed wire fence barred his way, and whether he went over
it, through it, or under it, he never knew.

GONE Hennings reached the cornfield and ran on.
The knee-high corn seemed to clutch at him, as if to
hold him back; but he tore on through the green stalks for
the distance of two city blocks, out of range of the guns.

The cameraman stopped then, exhausted, breathless, weak
from fright. He felt cold, as from a chill; then suddenly be-
came hot. He was weak and sick—sick with the memory of
Dixon, his best friend, slumping to the road before the mur-
derous barrage.

Anger—futile, impotent rage—flooded the consciousness
of “Dutch” Hennings.

Cowering in the back seat of the squad car, Sanders
watched with fearful eyes as the blond bandit shot the
trooper and turned the gun on the fleeing Hennings. Then,
as the cameraman disappeared, the first gunman came
cat-like over to the patrol car, smoking automatic in hand.
He raised the black gun, covering the quaking Sanders.

“Don’t shoot me,” the latter begged. “I’m only a prisoner
under arrest.”

The green-gray eyes regarded him somberly for a moment,
and the sullen face was expressionless.

“O. K., Buddy; get out and scram. I’m giving you a
chance.”

The laundryman clambered from the car and ran blindly
into the field on the west. Thorns and barbed wire tore his
clothing. Then he fell into some bushes and lay there, too

.weak with fright to run farther.

The two desperadoes started transferring their belongings
from the Plymouth to the police car.

“There’s some masks and guns in the copper’s car,” one
of them said, and the other answered: “We’ve got too many
guns now.” .

They got into the squad car, drove about twenty feet, then
stopped. From behind them, came another machine, a 1934

(Right) The murderer, safely manacled, is pictured shortly
after he was taken into custody at the Warner farm. A
sullen youth with an insolent disregard for law and order,
his crime career was short lived, and the penalty was death

Studebaker sedan. Deputies Hahn and Kowalczyk were re-
turning to La Porte via the Fail Road. As the Studebaker
slowed down the man in the dark suit and straw hat stepped
into the road, shotgun at his shoulder.

“Stop, and stick ’em up!” he ordered. “We’re taking your
car.”
As the startled deputies complied, the tall, hatless, curly-
haired blond appeared, carrying a rifle. While the bandit with
the shotgun kept the officers covered, the blond transferred
their equipment from the state police car to the Studebaker.

The deputies were ordered back into the front seat of their
own car. The blond bandit crawled in under the wheel, and
the other got into the back, gun held on Hahn and Kowalezyk.
Then the Studebaker roared away southward, down the Fail
Road, in the direction of La Porte.

In the bushes on the west side of the road, the erstwhile
prisoner, Sanders, came to life as the Studebaker disappeared
into the gathering dusk. Then, distinctly along the ominously
quiet country roadside, he heard Dixon call:

“Dutch! Dutch!”

Sanders hurried to the trooper, who lay in a ditch behind
the abandoned Plymouth, where he had evidently been
dragged by the bandits. Dixon was suffering from wounds in
his side and hand.

The youthful truck driver lifted the big trooper to his
feet, and half-walking, half-dragging the stricken man,
reached the police car. With a mighty effort, he lifted the
wounded officer into the rear seat. :

“Take it easy,” Sanders said, soothingly, as he drove the
machine toward La Porte and a hospital.

Dixon shortly lapsed into coma. His service revolver was
still in its holster. He had been shot down without warning—
without being given a chance!

Hennings witnessed the kidnaping of the deputies. As he
started back to find his friend, Dixon, he saw Sanders put the
patrolman in the car and if toward La Porte. Ray was
alive! Dutch Hennings breathed a sigh of relief.

Back on the Fail Road, the photographer hailed a farmer
named Glenn Fail.

“A couple of gunmen just shot a state trooper,” Dutch said
hurriedly. “Get me to a phone.” . ¢

At the farmer’s home, a quarter of a mile away, Hennings
called the Dunes Park barracks and told them of the shoot-
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William Oswald arrived in answer to the farmer’s frantic
summons. In the kitchen, Adams leaned over the now
delirious young woman.

“Can you tell us your name?” he asked. “What happened?
Who did this?” The young woman moaned, but was other-
wise silent. The sheriff pulled back the blanket Mrs. Riddell
had draped over the seminude young woman and noted her
torn clothing and her wounds. Blue marks around her throat
—finger-sized bruises—caught his eye. “She’s been choked,”
he announced.

An ambulance screamed to a stop at the front door and
two attendants burst in with a stretcher. “You’d better get
her to the hospital—fast,” Sheriff Adams told them. Turning
to the deputies, he said, “Let’s go.”

Outside, flashlight beams danced over the young woman’s
footprints in the fresh snow as the three lawmen traced
her agonized, wandering trail across the fields for more than
a mile. The stumbling footprints led to the South River
Road, a much traveled summer drive along the Maumee
River, seldom used in winter, when snow and ice often made
it impassable.

At the trail’s end were blurred automobile tire tracks
and in the soft, churned-up earth, two sets of footprints—a
man’s and a woman’s. Near the road lay a shoe and a black
Persian lamb coat. Fifty feet beyond was a pool of blood and
nearby, the other shoe. The man’s prints led back to the
smeared tire tracks. The victim’s prints crossed the road
and fields to a log stained with blood and covered with
strands of blonde hair, where the victim had apparently
rested before she had begun what was to be her death march.

“It’s pretty obvious,” Sheriff Adams declared “that some
guy drove her out here with one thing in mind. He ripped
her clothes off, raped her and dumped her, probably figuring
she was dead.”

Adams and the deputies looked vainly for the young
woman’s purse. All they’ could find was a crisp laundry
ticket near the blurred tire tracks. Its connection with the
case was later to prove astounding.

In Fort Wayne, meanwhile, the police department was
bustling with activity. “Two sex attacks and now a missing
woman in a matter of hours,” said Detective Sergeant Horace
Smith. Grimly he glanced at the newest report. Thirty-
eight-year-old Billie Haaga had left work at 5 o’clock that
afternoon, planning to meet a girl friend in a downtown
store. At 7 that evening she was scheduled to coach a girl’s
drill team at the Knights of Columbus Hall. She was due
back home at 9 p.m. But she had never returned. Her
worried mother called the police.

Sergeant Smith was still digesting the facts when an officer
handed him a report from the sheriff's office covering the
rape assault of the blonde on South River Road.

Minutes later, at the hospital, Mrs. Haaga sobbingly iden-
tified the badly battered victim as her daughter, Billie. The
girl was in a coma.

Sergeant Smith conferred with the sheriff. “Three attacks
like this one in seven hours!” he said. He then briefed
Adams on the other assaults.

At noon a shapely 19-year-old stenographer had finished
lunch and had returned alone to her empty office in a whole-
sale warehouse near downtown Fort Wayne. She was apply-
ing lipstick when a man slipped almost noiselessly into the
room. He grabbed the hapless girl and covered her mouth
and throat with fevered kisses. Then he dragged her scream-
ing and struggling to the basement and rasped, “You can
do something for me. Be nice.”

With terror as her only weapon, the stenographer screamed
again, and this time the piercing sound attracted the as-
sistant manager, who had just returned from lunch. He
bounded downstairs in time to see the attacker escape.

Seven and one quarter hours later an attractive young
housewife answered a tap on the door of her West Side
apartment and a husky young man, brandishing a knife,
pushed his way inside.

“Scream and I'll kill you,” the intruder warned huskily,
pricking the woman’s throat with the knife point for em-
phasis. Then, with mounting lust, he tore off the swooning
victim’s house dress and raped her.

Left, ex-grave digger, who confused police by his confessions and denials.
Below, attractive Marie Click in courtroom with her husband. She received
part of reward money for helping authorities obtain murderer’s confession.

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Then as Sheriff Adams left to push the investigation,
Sergeant Smith, hoping for the whispered words that might
trap a savage sex criminal, began a 76-hour death watch
beside unconscious Wilhelmina “Billie” Haaga.

A policeman as her audience, and death waiting in the
wings: this was the strange finale for vivacious Billie Haaga,
who in her teens and 20s had sung in the vaudeville spot-
light before applauding thousands on theatrical circuits all
over the country.

When the vogue for live entertainment had faded, Billie
had quit the stage to be a career girl in industry, working
her way up to an excellent job and high pay. But like most
entertainers who turn to new lines, she couldn’t get show
business out of her blood.

She looked 10 years younger than her real age, 38, and was
still a glamour girl—always chic and fashionably dressed,
with an eye-catching figure, dazzling smile and pretty face
topped by a swirl of blonde hair.

Billie Haaga played her final role as the victim in a real-
life murder mystery without giving an encore, for she died
76 hours after her attack, without naming her slayer.

Dr. E. N. Mendenhall, the coroner of Allen County,
ordered an autopsy. The examination, conducted by Dr. D. R.
Benninghoff, showed the cause of death was brain hemor-
rhage, and it disclosed the shocking fury of the attack.

Billie’s attacker apparently had first ripped open mast of
her clothing, baring her lush curves to his lustful desire.
The scrapings of skin under her fingernails showed she had
fought like a tigress, flailing and scratching. The maddened
sex fiend had then wrapped his fingers around her throat in
an iron grip; he had choked her until her struggling weak-
ened. Numerous bruises on the girl’s face and head showed
he had battered her with his fists, and a ghastly purple con-
tusion on her left shoulder indicated that he had kicked her.

The assailant, after dragging Billie from his car, had
battered her skull with a heavy weapon—probably a hammer
—and. this was the death blow.

Pathological examination showed no evidence of sexual
intercourse—yet it was clear that sexual passion had cli-
maxed in the explosion of violence which had brought death
to Billie Haaga.

A plausible reconstruction of the crime indicated that the

Below, Coroner E. Mendenhall looks on as officer points to
Billie Haaga’s purse. Right, slayer, prior to execution:
“I am the one and only one guilty . . . of these murders.”

killer had offered Billie a ride or forced her into his car and
driven to lonely South River Road.

The young woman’s movements prior to the assault were
vitally important.

At the plant where Billie had worked, Sergeant Smith and
his men questioned scores of her acquaintances and fellow
employes. A few remembered seeing her as she left the large
factory, but their stories conflicted. Several were sure they
saw her walking toward the bus stop. Three claimed they
saw her run across the road to enter a car.

Sheriff Adams and Sergeant Smith looked up the former
actress’ male acquaintances one by one.

Meanwhile, Deputies Regedanz and Oswald questioned
residents near the murder scene. They located a farmer
near the River Road who said he saw a car, with a man and
woman in the front seat, drive east past his house about 4:45
p.m, on the fatal day. This was about 12 minutes after Billie
checked out of the plant, or a 10-minute drive away. The
woman appeared to be wearing a black fur coat similar to the
one Billie had worn.

Three days after Billie’s death a news carrier boy found
her empty billfold along the River Road about three fourths
of a mile west of the attack scene. Mrs. Haaga said Billie
usually carried money. Billie’s purse and a Navy breast pin
which she had been wearing were never found.

The hard-working investigators soon cleared all suspects
whom they had rounded up. They found themselves against
the proverbial blank wall.

A tension like the atmosphere before a thundershower
hung over the Hoosier city. A {Continued on page 61]


: CLICK, FRANKLIN, wh, elec. IN (Allem) December 30, 1950

“Nightinare in Searle

BY MIKE WARREN

ass

an

Too many sex murders!

: T he blonde was in a hurry. A raw wind, sprinkled with a
aj light snow, pressed against her. The blonde and the wind
2) moved gracefully. The wind eventually died down—the
\ blonde eventually died... .
\ Before the police were to close their file on this—one of
the strangest episodes in the annals of American crime—four
women were to be murdered. And, although the crimes were
committed by one man, the authorities were to end up with
six confessions, six denials—two men sentenced to die, one
indicted and one in prison for life—all for the same crimes!
Ragged clouds moved across a darkening sky at dusk on
i Thursday, February 3, 1944, when Arno Riddell and his
: family sat down to dinner in their farm home four miles
east of Fort Wayne, Indiana. They had no inkling that they
| were about to see the curtain rise on the first of a series of
i savage lust murders.
Hl The farmer heard a scratching sound at.the back door. He
\
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Sex p:
opened it, and a half-naked young woman staggered in. Coron
Riddell gasped, “Good Lord!” Then he called his wife. Mrs.
| ; Riddell hurried into the room and recoiled at what she saw.
The girl lay crumpled on the floor. Her dress was in
shreds, the top ripped open and the skirt slit to the waist.
| Her bright blonde hair was matted with mud and blood.
Dried blood and dirt streaked her face—a pretty face, but
swollen and bruised under the dirt. f
' She wore no shoes. Her bare feet were tiecked with blood.
She tried to talk, but her swollen lips would form no words.
Sheriff Walter Adams and Deputies Martin Regedanz and

Too |

a ee Right, Billie Haaga loved the theater;
| her last performance was played against
| a backdrop of lust and violence. Below,
her bruised legs after she had crawled
across icy fields-for more than a mile

TRUE POLICE CASES,
October, 1956


y morning: | ‘Wo weeks eek Pets |
wheat contracts} — eee five prisoners are William Dee.
e planting, pa: ‘19, arrested at Palmyra, Harri-
of pasture and! son weupyeee Searge Hammick, 25;

+

« wy ht UU

and: g: number of ‘tesidénts: ;

Close watch was kept in ‘the vicinity
of the homes of the: two meh and also
at the homo of. Neal at Bloomington,

orn and. grain i Jesse Hammick, 20, and Danie] Ham- where he and his bride-of-thres weeks

including con: mick, 18, brothers, and Wallace Mor-
by contracts.’ | £8". 22, arrested ina raid at the homn
d *~.mean that |-°! thé’ Hammick trio's father, five
Fi cted acres | miles from Salem, Washington. ‘Cour-
home consump- ty.
d acres may be Lieutenant Hinkle said Bae of the
owpeas, sudan Suspects confessed to him to stealing
orage crop ex- | automobiles in Salem, Pekin asd New
prghum. Albany, adding that they stripped
may be pastura! i them and sok! the parts. Two of the
pent or may bei meni are held in jail-at Scottsburg,
as sudan grass’ two at Salem, and one at C orydon.
Charges” of ‘automobile banditry
ling was ee will be Med againat the quintet, Lieu-
outh situation. | tenant Finkle said. State police are

n the farm cenunuing their Investigation.
Drege ‘efop bat}
mit signers of ‘ovata: Patrolman: Luther Childs Jr.
et contracts to! of Jeffersonville said Deeton admitted
oted: acres of: ;to/him-that he and four other mem-
lee of the bandit gang held up the

a“

Log Cadin .roadhouse on. State Road

- ‘No. 60 east of Pekin ‘about two
— i months ago and that they stale money.
~ | and merchandise after tying the sta:

‘tion operator in a back room- Patrol-

jman Childs said that the quintet will

‘te a: be: charged with automobile banditry

te shake | tin the Washington circuit court at
alt | Salem in connection with this crime.

2 i the} Deeton who had been under aurvei!
eres er lance for some time was picked up by
1} Patrolman Childs Tuesday at Palmyra
resqueece of immediately after he received com-
leteer?. | plain that Deeton had stolen an auto
Mac - v. P."*: mobdile there, The patrolman said Dee-
ton admitted stealing the car and also

Vale dees! stealing two other cars, one at Salem 5

we boner sit?! and the other at Pekin. The alleged ‘snd. Gotta had a'.38 or .32 caliber

| sxaestere oil live between Salem and

ohne > eee

ae “Sg BIRR AM 3
a hag f 4a F fy is

Mrs. Marie Marshal Neal. 16, had
roomed, The landlord said Nealvleft
the house Monday night with a man
who visited him frequently.

Neal's confession follows;

My name is Robert Neal.’ [ am 20
years old living at 811° Sixth street,
Bloomington, Ind. [left home yester:
day morning at 6 or 6:30 o'clock to
take my mother to her home'at Helma

’
+

burg, Ind, Ed Coffin was with me. I~

did the driving. The car belpnzed to
Ed. Coffin. k wan a 1932 Ohevrolet® I
took my mother home and picked up

“Toots” Long at Helmaburg pbout an.

hour later. I have dapat hie for nev-
eral years.

“Coffin told me he wax: supposed ta

meet Long at Helmmburg to rob a fill-
ing station, The car- had Ohidé plater.
We drove to Nashville; Ind, and get

a road map. Coffin tole a bell rope out:

of-acchurch.nesr Stonehead, betwee
Nashville and Brownstown. He said
he wanted the rope to tow x car ho
expected to steal: We went to » filling
station in Brownstown, got gas ant
drove away without paying for it, af-

ter Coffin: sent the sttendan} inside -

for = package of Cigarettes. We wert
to Seymour and: made ‘our first stcp
at a red light A policeman drove in
front of our ear and biocked usa off:
The policeman gut out of the gar, and
Coffin yelled st me to ge the’ hell out”
of bere, I started off anit heard some.

shooting. Coffin was in the back seat.

i Twe Were Armed ©.
“Long hed a -38 Smith and Wesson

& 3 PES ihe
md NBSP.

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the graves of the
the Teens

were the Rev.. Eu-
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prmier president of

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wc; “theca of the

Dry at Notre Dame;
Voremus, C..S: C.;

urke, C. S..C., ana

“Molony, C. S.C.

B graduated from

ather O’Donnell in

s and other mes-
continued. to pour
today, ea

of dignitaries of

al. eS pia
faculty formed &

he casket last night}

‘ partor, standing |
four 3 one nowy.
ight

ny other fields}:

® Harrington Nickel Plate and
Paacks Bill Buffalo Ranch circus}:
didn’t show at Logansport as a result
of a windstorm. The tent was leveled
before the crowd arrived. No one was
injured.
George Griewald, 30 years old? of
Indianapolis, a lineman for the Pos-
tal Telegraph Company, was injured
seriously néar» Columbus. when light-
ning struck a pole near the one on

feet suffering several broken bones
and burns.

Ogg

MRS. ROBB INJURED
$ IN MOTOR MISHAP
bb, 35 West Fourth street, New
‘Albany, was admitted to St. Ed-
ward's Hospital suffering from a head
injury and multiple bruises and lacer
lations at 8:40 o'clock Tuesday morn-
ing after being struck=by an automo-
bile at West First and Spring streets.
The driver, Chester Chinn, 21,215
West Spring street, going east when
the accident occurred, said Mra Robb!

ECOMING

DIST: HOSPITAL |

ia) until too late to stop:

vere. represented,
ly four hundred |
ethodist Hospital ;
1 Indianapolis at- a
ymecoming in

ff penital yeast
=

nce Associa
sts. Danving odd
up the evening's |

were tenewed ‘
in the afternoon.
lowers decorated ,
rio composed | of!
rector and pian-'
eyenberger. cel-
Bauman, violin-
e tea.

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es Are

‘or Pasture | |

rmation was re-
County Farm,
y morning:
wheat contracts:
e planting, pax |
gk of pasture an
corn. and grain |
d including’ con-
Hd by contracts.
Pd oe mean pee)

z (— rags

: ae fennel
wd acres may be|

dt son County;
| Jesse Hammick, 20, and Daniel Ham-

stepped from in front of another car
inte his path and that he did nat see

——— ne eee —

STATE POLICE
ARREST ALLEGED’:
ROBBER GANG

‘Southern Indiana Rane.
Rounded Up ~

Redford, Ind., June iia feces :
Hinkle, in charge of the southern’ In-

(diana state police headqnarters here,

i reported today that five alleged mei-
bers of a gang of automobile thieves
i believed recently to have operated in

which he was working. He fel! thirty |

Mrs. Vella Robb, 55, wife of ches.

naped. Raiph. Shieltis,: 1
‘Ind.; early Tuesday. and
the youth to drive him |to Bedferd

to drive out of to

bought gasoline
hidden under his |belt-
Scottsburg, fifty-five ilea away,
wherw he reported: to. Staite’ police.
Possa composed |of Luther. Childs,
Clark county nher{|ff, deputies, state
Polige and citizens today dontinued to
comb the Indiana’ state forest near
Henryville’and adjacent knob country
where Fd Coffin. of - Shelbyville,
Ind:, alleged member of
which: killed a Segtt county deputy
sheriff and wounded a Seymour police
an was still believed to r hiding.
riff Childs aajd tha
tion had been found that 'Coffin, who
was implicated as a member of the
gang by Robert “Neal;

has left the region of the mate forent.

By atate. police, deputy sheriffs and a
posse of citizens on’ ‘Bartle: Knob near
eke scene of the murder jof Deputy
| Sheriff Harold Amick at Underwood.
In the party. which© surrounded
; Neal and captured him on the 4amm+

jot Bartle knob were Deputy Sheruf

pCalvin Childs, Frank A. Rayer, Jeffer

Ville Times and CourierJo rnal, ant
State Patrolman Lather € hilds, Jr., all
of Jeffersonville: Gus Vessel; town
marshal-of Clarkxvifle; _Tom Master<,
Henryvilla truckman, who sighted

Neal walking along a country jane
near. Blue lack, State Patrolman
George Steimell and Walter Eckect

and citizens of the netzhburhood.

After am all-night Searth in the
vicinity of Memphis for a man anawer

Ray+ ing the description of one of ‘the ban-
Offeer® resumed

dits, Clark county
the search of a Stretch of jwoodland :
near Blue Lick where it was report.
ed that a strange youth had been fed
at a farm house. Those wh woured

several southern Indiana counties had ithe woods during the nacht were’ P >.

been arrested by a. posse of state pol-
jicemen who have been investigating
their alleged. activities: for the last

b two. weeka.

The five prisoners are William Dee-

ton, 19, arrested at Palmyra,- Harri-

George Hammick,: 25;

jmick, 18, brothers, and Wallace Mor-

” i gan, 22, arrexted in a raid at the hom
of the Hammick ,
miles from Satem, Washington Coun-

trio's father, five

y-
Lieutenant Hinkle said some of the

lice Chief John Hibstenberg of Jeter:
sonville, Capt. Ellsworth Summer-,
Prosecuting Attorney Clyde/F. Crooks
, anda number of residents |

Close watch was kept in the vicinity
of the homes of the two men and alxo
at the home of Neu! at Bloonnngton,
where he and-his bride of three weeks
Mra. Marie Marshal Neak 16, had
roomed, The landlord said Neal left
the house Monday. night with a man
who Visited him frequently

Neal’s confession follows)
My name is Robert Neal’ Tam 20

“at Leota, —
compelled

| where he se te, ordpred Shiekls —
Without halting
to report to Bedford police, Shields *
h a dollar-he had —
d sped: ta.

bandit trio

no indica. ~
-twenty-yesr- .
old confessed driver of thd bandit car_

Neal was taken Tuesday etterncon

t Blue Lick, twelve miles southwest of ©

sonvilla correspondent of The Louis ‘

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au aeen en ah antes Big RE RST BRE TE aS ae BY oe Pe ae
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i dan; AUSpects confessed to him to xtealing

, bata | automobiles in Salem, Pekin asd New

' Albany, adding that they stripped
j them and sold the parts. Two of the

years old living at BIL Sixth street,
Bloomington, tnd jefe home yester

day morning at 6 4r 6-320 9’elock to
, take my mother to her home at Helmne

forage crop ex:
orghum.
mey be pastur-'

tS Bade J elke. FecdtR

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Mra. J. Ww. Raleb, correspondent ae
fea ‘Helen. ‘Smith of ‘Louisville, Is s
| he gudst of ber cousin, Mies Kal} ‘Mr and Mra. @
he Smith. aie ville, visited

a : TAIT) See be eM Garnet . Sunday.
hs te Me. ‘and Mrs BdwiAlles J, of) Mrs. Mitlard D
e ee *| New Aibany, are visiting Mr. aed party Saturday

Mrs and Mrs. Edw. pa lsss, Sr. | of her niece; M
ners from 5 pare! ane), ington. Ky. Those
| Mauser. They said we were going to “ Delmarie: Marah of. Louisville: ‘and| Kathleen’ Hester,
steal a car. I didn’t see the policeman! Wilma Jesn Reich, spent the week; Marshal. “Grace
after he was shot. He waa about fourend with their, grandparents, Mr, Coolkty. Bessie A
feet f the car on my left. I heard ond Mrs: Ww. E. serena Howard | ‘ha Carr. and
a diseharge of. shots. 1 heard Rares: Park. Pars ihe i Bolly, Orville 3
_ shots: Coffin fired first: tee re Pe Cee 4 Marshal.
“We dreve toward the ‘next town - Didnt Smith is spending a week| Mr. Herbert P
' straight, ahead. Coffin had” not said with her grandparents Mr. and Mrs. tie funeral of his
_ anything since he saffl: ‘Get ‘the hell’ Ed Hilton - in Jeffersonville. y sting Pollock +h
~ out oF here.' Later he said he shot the! ee } home ~ at Sacr
policeman. Forty-five minutes later, I~ Rita Brodt. of Howard Park, was| bere he was the
* think’ it was, @ policeman shot at our, the gueat of Wilma Jean Reich.| *!78. Wo. Montg
car, I was going sixty miles an hoor. paeeday/ cat : Mr. and Mrs.
ff awerwed the car and almost hit the}. sand Mrs, James
_policetian. Then I drove onto Scotts. “Mrs. Robt. CsEnaeen lett Wednes ; Eva Hartman and
| burg, and it was near thereewe wreck-| day Zor Tacoma and Seattle, Wreh..j (turned from D
- ed the! car, on Highway 31. ‘Another| wer: she will spend the summer|“!f. and Mrs, Ro
- car was following us. Ed Coffin knock- vith her son_and daughter. - The Lions Club
“ed the back giass out of the. car and — oo tae “| than Jennings sc
shot twice. I drove on trying to find © Mise Bonnie Rickard of Pekin i:| Jay nixht» The
- aside yoad tg drive into. I'found on@= tue guest of Mr. and° Mrs, Albert | ter served the tu
but I hit a filling station_as I‘turned.: Mead - Mrs. Henrietta
_Lopened the door on my side andacop Haas and Miss K
“was dating me. 1 jumped over the hood = Miss Pauline Lutz was the werk} Kuests of Mrs. C.
and ran‘ ia the other direction out a end guest of her sister. Mrs. Ernest{| Mrs and Mrs
 by-foad: I heard: a shot fired and Schowe, daughter Jane  §&
“heard the bullet go by. Iran about = peas ‘Hamburg. N. ¥/,
100 yards across a field and laid down | A’ surprise birthday. dinner | was}'Parents, Mr. and
“The: car we were: driving was & given Sunday, June 3:.in honor 3! tettler.
“1932 Chevrolet, green dody with light Mr. W. E. Barratt at hischome in} Miss Annabell
wheels. Coffin. said the car was stolen. Howard Park Guests were Mr. and) oTtained at a six
“Coffin had ‘been staying at MY Mrs. R.°F. Spellman. Miss Gilenore nesday evening
house about a month. I didn’t run Spellman, © Mr. Graham: Freders* sa lughes,
around with him much pecasce Thad Mrr and Mrs; Delmar Marsh ae Mrse-Ben hetiv
a job.” nas ae PAsughtr” Délmarie of © Louisville. ky, and Oscar: D
Le TRO a Hee OE “EMrv end Mrse-Roy. Barratt. ar }4

f

che: Were recent

fstnidren “LeRoy. Carlos, Brnee ands" Wark.

FRED HOKE WILT “7 dwis of. Fern: Creek. Mr. and. Virs is ies OSES ~ 2
aS Be oReich Jand-“childtrn Meh OE oe Lei

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TIPPECANOE COUNTY, IND. 397

The dastardly deed was the wicked work of three men, all of whom lived
at Lafayette—named Driscoll, Stocking and Rice—who, after being granted
bail atone thousand dollars each until the circuit court had time to try them,
were finally found guilty of the crime and their death penalty given them.
They were hanged on a scaffold prepared—the only one ever erected in
Tippecanoe county—just to the west of the second court house that was sit-
uated where the present one stands. The prisoners were taken out through a

window in the court house, which brought them on a level with their place
of execution. Great excitement prevailed on the part of many farmers who
had come in from the neighborhood in which the murdered man had lived,
and which crowd wished a public execution, so that they might witness it
themselves, but the authorities would not permit this and hence a large inside
guard was placed inside the high iron fence which used to stand about the
courtyard, and the police were stationed on the outside. But so exasperated
were the farmers that they fastened one set of trace chains to another, and
were about to pull the fence down by applying the cing of chains to the
top. All pulling together they sought to pull down enough fence to allow them
to enter the courtyard. But the guard used some violence on the crowd and
in this way the men were not permitted to enter the grounds until the men
had been executed.

Stocking had bee. accused and tried for the burning of the Rose ware-
house, near the present Big Four depot, and Rose was burned in the same,
it being supposed that he had been killed and the building burned in order
to cover the crime. He was acquitted, however, of this crime, but was soon
one of the conspirators in the murder of Fahrenbourg on the Wild Cat, and
was hung with the other two implicated. On the scaffold he declared that
he had never taken the life of ‘man, woman, child or chick.” But he ad-
mitted there, that he was an accomplice. There are several old gentlemen
here who, as young men, saw this execution. A portion of the old iron
fence is now used at the northwest corner of Greenbush cemetery, Lafayette.

TORY ADOES, CYCLONES, ETC.

Lafayette and vicinity has been visited by three terrife-Wwind storms
site 1857-—~Lhe first was in 1858 when what y alled a “whirlwind”
He T se-who
later and by that time the

Grnado, while the third storm wast ao

dignified by the moder word “cyclone.” All of these wind, hail and rain

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; DRISCOLL, RICE and STOCKING, hanged lafayette, Indiana, 75S 6-GHS3~—
fei LATA

396 PAST AND |PRESENT

cord it was burned off and then the ax fell with fearful force, sevfring the
head completely from the body.
James A. Moon was a man of fing figure, being six feet ayd two inches
‘itNieight and weighed one hundred ahd ninety pounds. His/hair and eyes
wer®grown and his face exhibited great character.

Helways enjoyed talking about mechanics. It was/a hobby with him.
One of hisNneighbors said he became fn excellent blacksmith without being
aided by othéxs, working at this at intervals on the/farm. His mind had
a tendency to “Kin” on methods of taking life. e was in the Sixteenth
Indiana Battery foXthree years in the Civil war, gfd spent his spare moments
there at making, witINiis penknife only, from Avood, various articles, exhib-
iting ingenuity in desigrNand great skill in exgcution. He presented his com-
rades with these articles as\var souvenilrs.

He had a good education was tempeyfte in his habits, kind in his family,
he being a married man. His Ntimate/friends stated that he was thoroughly

.. familiar with both the Old and New/¥estaments, though a skeptic as to the
—— 1nspiration Of each.

It was believed by the physiiansNyho examined into this7tz
had not fully lost consciousnes¥ by tha tSe of the chloroform when the ax
fell (the bottle was standing/on the shelf sky feet from him), but probably
was in a semi-conscious sfAte, being spmewhay stupified by the drug, and
waited, doubtless, with nich anxiety fdr the sloNly burning candle to reach
a point low enough to Jurn the cord.

On the lever wgre found pencil inscriptions lik
“Patent Applied Fof,” “For Sale or To |Let.”

His taking was startling, because of the devilish it
the steady hang with which he signed the contract giving
exchange foy/the ephemeral notoriety he could thus obtain.

ntained in the medical jot
b, by Dr. W. W. Vinnedge,
e in the room at the hotel, inc\ading
thefvorking parts of the guillotine. The \instrument of destruction was plied
izthe museum at Purdue University, antl it is doubtless there today.)

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THE EXECUTION OF THREE MEN.

It was just before the Civil war, late in the fifties (in 1856 or’ 1857),
when a German, named Fahrenbourg, living on the Wild Cat creek, this
county, was murdered for the money he was supposed to have in his house.


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here, shoot your man. If I hear anything
I'll shoot mine.”

Orelle and Hahn aroused the attendant
and bought 15 gallons of gas, paying for
it with Hahn’s money. Returning, they
picked up Clarence and Kowalczyk.

It was approaching dawn as they
drove across U. S. 41 near Cook, Ind.,
only a few miles from the Illinois line.
Clarence consulted a road map.

“Time to get rid of these boys,” he
said. Hahn glanced apprehensively at
Kowalczyk as they stepped from the car.
Clarence waved them down the road,
hands in air. For 200 feet he followed.
Twice, seemingly with malicious pleasure,
he clicked his revolver hammer. The
sound roared in the deputies’ ears.

He stopped some distance from the car.

“Okay,” he said. “Keep on walking and
don’t turn around.”

He ran back to Orelle.

Hahn and Kowalczyk, hearing the
motor hum and the tires crunch as the
car sped away, raced for a nearby farm-
house. It had no telephone. The farmer
had no car. Cursing their luck they ran
to U. S. 41 and flagged a truck.

Back at the state police barracks near
Dunes park the weary officers were still
studying maps. There was a trace of des-
perate hope in their eyes. The air was
blue with cigarette smoke. Dead stubs
lay piled in ash trays.

They counted the hours... two...
four... eight... ten and no word, no
trace of the gunmen or the deputies.

It couldn’t be. They couldn't slip
through the blockade. It wasn’t possible—
and yet....

Trail Grows Faint

HE telephone jangled. Wearily the
heavy-eyed clerk answered—and jerked
into action.

“Yeah, yeah,” he shouted. “Where?
Okay! Okay! Are you all right? Fine!
Thanks, Joe, we'll get ’em!”

He flipped a button on his inter-office
dictaphone.

“Get this, radio!” he ordered, his words
snapped off in sharp staccato. “The gun-
men just dropped Hahn and Kowalczyk
near Cook off U. S. 41. They’re headed
toward Illinois.”

“Right!” Radio operator Jake Spade
answered.

Dynamos hummed. Switches clicked.
Spade entwined his fingers eagerly
around the microphone. The officers in
charge, all trace of weariness gone sud-
denly, bent once more over their maps.
The radio began to snap and crackle.

“Attention all cars engaged in bandit
hunt! These men have been seen near
Cook. ....¢:

“Unit 14! Unit 14! Go to Indiana 2 and
U. S. 41. The gunmen have been sighted
near there... .”

“Unit 44! Unit 44! Patrol U. S. 41 be-
tween Cook and Belshaw. The men are
in that area.”

“Unit 39.... Unit 23.... Unit 10... .”

In Illinois the same scene was being
enacted. From the east Indiana cars
swarmed toward the state line. From the
west came hard-riding, hard-eyed Illinois
highway police.

Radio stations in nearby cities picked
up and relayed the messages to their
officers who voluntarily had joined the
search.

The net was falling over the farm boys,
tightening around the cop-killers’ necks.

At 4:48 in the morning as night’s pro-
tective cover was lifted, the Eastons were
spotted by Illinois officers William

48

Glenny and Forrest Gray, between Cook
and Wilmington, IIl. ‘

Glenny and Gray, armed only with
service pistols, opened fire, speeding along
gravel roads at 70 miles an hour. Clarence
leaned out with a machine gun, firing a
blast into the police car. The engine of
the officers’ car sputtered and died.

Glenny and Gray raced for a telephone
and turned in the alarm. When, they re-
turned, they counted 19 bullet holes in the
front of their car.

Once more radio directed police cars
shifted and the circle about the despera-
dos narrowed.

For two hours, as hundreds of officers
gritted their teeth, loosened guns in

‘holsters and watched and waited, the

Eastons eluded pursuit.

Finally, at 7:22 a. m. their trail was
picked up a few miles from Wilmington
where they halted the car of a farmer,
James Novy, who was driving with his
four-year-old son.

Hurriedly transferring guns and lug-
gage, Clarence and Orelle roughly shoved

Novy and his son into the rear seat and
raced away.

But they were nearing dead end.

The wild recklessness lurking in Clar-
ence’s eyes had disappeared and Orelle
saw—and was afraid too.

The Eastons were jouncing now along
muddy, rutted country roads, frantically
trying to backtrack to the east. Three
miles southeast of Wilmington, Set.
Arthur Bayer of the Illinois state police
saw their car and fired at it.

Slugs whined past Bayer’s head as a
machine gun in Clarence’s hands chat-
tered. Bullets banged into the police car,
blasting it from the trail.

Twice in two hours the bandits had
shaken off police pursuit with a hail of
lead. But suddenly they encountered bul-
lets they couldn’t stop—from a city squad
car from far-off Valparaiso, Ind. In it
were Police Chief A. C. Witter, Capt.
Charles H. Gilliland and Sheriff Freeman
Lane of Porter county.

The Indiana trio had been “free lanc-
ing” all night. That is, they had searched

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der and attempted murder, both crimes
carrying the death penalty. But it was
doubtful whether such a conviction would
stick against Braun and Ann Groves in
a higher court if the death penalty was
returned.

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pawn in the case while Braun obviously
was just as guilty as Groves and the two
other youths. The jury eventually reached
what we termed a fair verdict. Groves
and Braun were found guilty on both
charges and given double life sentences.
The jury rationally assumed that the
judge would impose a similar sentence
on Robles for having pleaded guilty,
which is exactly what happened.

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decided on this when it was learned that
she faced conviction in federal court on
a charge of riding across a state line in
a stolen auto. This lesser punishment, the
jurors reasoned, would be sufficient to
teach her that crime does not pay. Al-
though we had just as vigorously prose-
cuted her as the others, we were satisfied
with the verdict.

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gang, still is a fugitive as this is written.
But I feel sure the day will come when
he will learn, just as Ann Groves has
anaes, that crime does not pay in the
end.

(Editor’s note: The name June Shearer used in
this story is not real but fictitious to protect the
identity of an innocent person.)

Crimson Trail of the Bandit Brothers

[Continued from page 14]

a few miles from the Indiana state line.
Dixon found them the next afternoon.
There had been excitement! The five

successfully-engineered escapades had

given the gun-mad Easton boys confi-
dence. They had blasted two police cars

from their trail and poured lead into a

third machine that crossed their path.

Now, riding along with the kidnaped
deputies, Clarence continued to amuse
himself by clicking his revolver hammer
behind the backs. of Hahn and Kowalczyk.

“Cops are saps,” he said.

But this farmer boy from the hills of
North Dakota was in a strange world that
was unfamiliar to him and as yet he
hadn’t matched wits with radio and the
coordination of modern police methods.

In Wisconsin he and Orelle had been
able to roar out of a “hot” area into safe
territory 50 or 75 miles away, out of range
of the few local radio systems they
encountered. They met no carefully-
planned, coolly and efficiently executed
state-wide police blockades. But now they
were in the midst of an invisible net.
Over, under and about them the air was
filled with messages:

“Unit 271 Move to Indiana 49 and
U.S. 6!”

“Unit 36! Call your post!”

“Unit 14! Go to intersection at... .

Steadily, relentlessly the messages
cracked out over the air.

Find Guns

”

S DARKNESS fell officers at the

Dunes park state police post stayed

by their maps, shifting a car from time

to time. Occasionally city and county

officers with radio-equipped cars, who

had willingly joined the search, telephoned
the barracks for orders.

Troopers feared that the gunmen would
kill Hahn and Kowalczyk. But the officers
wanted a fresh scent, too. They knew
they needed only one more chance—one
glimpse ‘of those fleeing cop killers. Then
they'd set up a “hot” area the Eastons
couldn't outrun.

Hours passed without any word about
the desperados.

Always westward toward Illinois the
bandits were zig-zagging their way over
northern Indiana. Clarence had stopped
snapping his revolver. He was tired and

irritable. He glanced at the gas gauge.
It hovered near empty.

“We need gas,” he said. “Watch for a
filling station.” E

Presently they passed a darkened fill-
ing station. A few hundred yards beyond
the building the gunmen stopped the car.

“Let’s get this luggage into the trunk
first,” Clarence said. “It’s in the way back
here.”

He ordered Hahn to unlock the com-
partment. While Orelle kept the deputies
covered Clarence started to put in the
suitcases. The beam of his flashlight
flickered over the contents and the lug-
gage fell from his hands as he pulled out
a bullet-proof vest, sawed-off shotgun,
machine gun and rifle.

“Well,” he exclaimed, “so you boys
are coppers! Orelle, watch those guys!”

He stored away the suitcases and piled
the new guns on the ever-growing heap
inside the car. Then, with a mirthless
grin he turned to the deputies.

“So you were looking for us, too, eh?”
His eyes glittered and his lips were drawn
into a thin line. ‘Well, you’ve found us!
Now what?”

Hahn and Kowalezyk were silent,
watching and waiting for the gun in
Clarence’s hand to start blazing. The
moment it started spouting flame they
were prepared to take a million-to-one
chance and draw. Their own guns still
nestled in their pockets.

For about a half-minute Clarence stood
before them as if debating. Then he
laughed.

“Can you imagine that?” he said. “It’s
about time we frisked ’em, isn’t it,
Orelle?” His brother took the deputies’
guns, blackjacks and about $25.

Hahn and Kowalczyk now were com-
pletely at the mercy of the kill-mad gun-
men. While they had been armed they
had a chance. Sooner or later Clarence
might have relaxed his strict guard.
Now...

Clarence seemed to read their minds.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “We're going
to get rid of you before we get to the
Illinois line. We don’t want the feds after
us,”

He took Kowalczyk aside.

“You take the other one,” the told
Orelle. “Go to the filling station and wake
someone. If you hear any noise back

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and patroled wherever fancy or hunches
sent them. As city and county police of-
ficers they had joined the blockade vol-
untarily and were free to go where they
pleased.

When they learned the bandits had
blasted Glenney and Gray from their
trail, Witter, Lane and Gilliland studied
their maps, did some quick figuring and
headed for the lonely country near
Deselm, Ill.

From a farmer they learned the bandits
had just passed in Novy’s car.

“Hot dog!” said Lane. “Let's go!”

They bounced and swayed over rutted
roads. Suddenly, a quarter-mile ahead,
they saw the bandit car. It was mired.
The Eastons were trying frantically to
push it out.

Gilliland reached for a shotgun. Lane
grabbed a machine gun.

“Here’s where we go into action, boys,”
Lane said.

Witter, at the wheel, drove closer and
stopped. Gilliland pushed his shotgun
through the windshield gun hole and
blasted at the two outlaws.

In the bandit car Novy and his son
dropped hurriedly to the floor. The
Eastons grabbed for their artillery.

A rifle slug crashed into the police
car’s windshield. Gilliland ducked invol-
untarily and then grinned.

“It'll take more than that, punk!” he
muttered. He fired again with the shot-
gun but the range was too great. Lane
pushed forward with his machine gun.

As the Tommy gun crackled viciously
Clarence dove into the ditch. Slugs ripped
and tore into the bandit car. Suddenly the
machine gun was still. Lane cursed. It
had jammed.

He sank back into the rear seat, jerk-
ing at the cocking lever. Gilliland bent
forward for more ammunition.

A rifle slug zipped through the wind-
shield peep hole, barely missing the of-
ficers.

“Phew,” Lane whistled. “That boy’s a
marksman.”

Orelle was firing from the field, but his
bullets rattled harmlessly off the police
car's armor-plate sides and bullet-proof
glass.

In Tight Spot

Ce was smarter. Apparently
realizing the police car was equipped
with bullet-proof glass he coolly and
methodically began firing at a single spot
in the windshield. Twice slugs smashed
into the same spot. Again he hit the tiny
circle and glass sprayed Chief Witter.

Gilliland and Lane jerked open the door
and dived into the ditch. Chief Witter
rolled into the rear seat.

From the ditch Clarence waved a black
flag. Believing he wanted to surrender,
Chief Witter cautiously opened the rear
door. A rifle slug screeched past his head
and thudded into the rear seat. He ducked
back inside.

Officers and bandits had reached an
impasse. Temporarily, at least, both posi-
tions were impregnable. Firing continued
sporadically. Presently Lane made a
startling discovery.

“I’m nearly out of ammunition,” he
said, “how about you, Gilliland?”

The veteran police captain shook his
head and grinned wryly.

“Me, too!”

It was an anxious moment. Both men
knew the kill-crazy bandits, if they re-
alized the officers were out of bullets,
would charge recklessly, spraying a hail

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of lead before them. They conserved their
precious bullets and waited.

Lane spoke suddenly.

“Look!” he said. “Here comes the re-
serves.”

Behind them two more police cars were
approaching, attracted by the gunfre.
Ducking low, Lane ran back to warn
them—and beg ammunition.

Clarence and Orelle saw the cars, too.
Desperately they leaped back into their
mired car and furiously gunned the
engine. By some strange miracle the
sedan moved from the muck and moved
jerkily down the road.

But it didn’t go far. Lane’s machine
gun volley had riddled the gasoline tank.
The little fuel remaining in the gas lines
and carburetor took it about a quarter-
mile. Then the engine wheezed and died.

The bandits hopped out and began rac-
ing across fields toward a distant farm-
house.

Patrolman Gromann of LaSalle, Ill., and
two squad officers began careful pursuit
by walking through the fields.

Lane leaped into the other police car
with deputies Clinton Craig and Jesse
Burton of Kankakee, Ill.

“Can we double back and get to that
farm from the other direction?” he asked.
Burton nodded and skidded the car
around.

The officers reached the Warner farm
before the Eastons who were then near-
ing the outbuildings.

Lane, Burton and Craig took up a posi-
tion near a corn crib. As the wild-eyed
gunmen approached the deputies moved
into the open. The bandits were caught
flat-footed.

Clarence whirled, a crazy, twisted grin
on his face,

“Shoot! Go ahead and shoot!” he
screamed, raising his rifle.

Simultaneously Craig, Burton and Lane
fired. Clarence jerked as slugs tore into
his body. Then he crumpled to the
ground, his rifle falling from limp hands.

Orelle never stopped racing toward the
farmhouse.

Lane and Burton fired as he climbed
the rear steps and reached for the door-
knob. Orelle’s gun fell from nerveless
fingers as he clutched his right shoulder.

“Don’t shoot,” he shouted. “You win!”

Lane bent over Clarence. There was
a jagged hole in his neck that spurted

blood. There was a tiny spark of mad-

defiance in the dying farmer boy who
had left his peaceful farm home to seek
excitement in a criminal career.

“Don't leave me here to die like this,”
he gasped. “Put a bullet through my head
and get it over with.”

Lane shook his head.

Already the blazing hatred in Clarence’s
eyes was dimming.

He had reached dead end.

Manacled, Orelle was led back to the
spot where his brother lay dead.

The farm presently swarmed with of-
ficers. Orelle was taken back to Kan-
kakee.

Clarence went, too, sprawled over a
commandeered ladder on his way to the
morgue.

In three states radios were sputtering
again. '

“To all officers engaged in bandit
search: Return to your stations. These
men have been apprehended.”

As those voices filtered through dozens
of radio sets, officers could sense the grim
vengeance and unspoken salute to dying
Ray Dixon.

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Orelle refused to waive extradition.

“No,” he said. “I'll make it as tough
for you as possible.”

Yet, within 24 hours he was on his way
back to LaPorte county with Sheriff Joe
Wolf and Deputy James Powers. Indiana
and Illinois work closely together com-
batting crime.

Sullen and silent, Orelle spoke only
once during the ride back to Michigan
City.

“You boys are wasting a lot of time,”
he said. “Give me a gun and one bullet
and let me loose along the road. I'll save
you a lot of trouble.”

Not until he was led into court in
Michigan City, Aug. 15, did Orelle see his
mother again. The hurt look in her eyes
was immeasurably deeper. She sobbed
brokenly when she saw her son hand-
cuffed to deputy Powers.

Throughout the trial she stayed at his
side. When court recessed from time to
time she spent much of her time with

Mrs. Samuel Dixon, mother of the dead
trooper. Mrs. Dixon held no bitterness
for her, only sincerest sympathy.

“I'm sorry for Mrs. Easton,” she said.
“She, too, fas lost a son.”

The case dragged on. Finally on Sat-
urday, Aug. 27, precisely a month after
Clarence’s death, the jury retired. Two
hours later they reached a verdict and
reported to Judge Russell W. Smith.

“The prisoner will rise,” Judge Smith
said. “Have you anything to say before
the court pronounces sentence.”

Orelle stared sullenly at the floor and

’ shook his head.

“It is the sentence of this court that
you be put to death in the electric chair
at Indiana state prison on Jan. 13, 1939,
May God have mercy on your soul!”

Orelle shuddered. Then he snapped his
jaws together and walked slowly from
the courtroom with Deputy Powers.

So on Friday, Jan. 13, the last of two
farmer boys who coldly planned and ex-

ecuted a brazen career of crime will
stumble the last mile and “ride the thun-
derbolt.”

At Indiana state police headquarters in
Indianapolis they’ll write grimly and in
read ink these words opposite Orelle’s
name:

“Executed, Jan. 13, 1939.”

They'll write them with the satisfying
thought that no trooper’s murder has
gone unavenged. Bandit bullets have
brought down one other—Paul Minne-
man, killed in an ambush by the infamous
Brady gang.

Unless the execution schedule is
changed the slayer of Trooper Minneman
and the slayer of Trooper Dixon will die
in one-two order because James Dalhover,
Brady gang triggerman, is waiting to
precede Orelle Easton on the still, shuf-
fling death chamber march.

There will be no excitement or thrills
for the farm boy on Jan. 13. Perhaps
rural life is far more exciting, after all.

The Bullet That Took Three Lives

[Continued from page 27]

The district attorney assigned me,
Detective Lieutenants Edward J. Sher-
lock and Tip O'Neill from his own
staff. The Boston police loaned me ten
plainclothes men and I added to this
Lieut. O’Connell and five others.

The following morning the newspapers
carried banner headlines on the Kiley
murder and there were several editorials
on the inefficiency of police forces which
permitted hoodlums to rob and murder
honest business men.

There also was a sudden boom in the
letting of rooms in the Back Bay and
South End rooming house districts: par-
ticularly front rooms on the ground floor
near the front door, from which the streets
could be seen and a check made on the
comings and goings of the other roomers
in the house.

These new roomers were, of course, de-
tectives. They were looking for men they
never had seen. They were searching for
the murderers of James Kiley, and the
only descriptions they had were “average
height, average weight young men.”

As rapidly as they eliminated the ten-
ants of one rooming house, these detec-
tives moved on to another. By night
they frequented the poolrooms, gambling

joints, speakeasies and other hot spots of
the underworld. Keen eyed, silent, they
waited, lynx-eared for the tiny word, the
slightest dribble of overheard conversa-
tion which might point the finger toward
the murdering bandits.

Many were the suspects picked up and
questioned. Some confessed to other
crimes and thus was many a mystery
solved. But not one word was heard
concerning the killers of James Kiley.

Every stool pigeon in Greater Boston
was quizzed, with no result. The city of
Somerville offered $500 for the arrest and
conviction of the murderers and the com-
monwealth of Massachusetts added an-
other $500, But if anyone, outside of the
gang itself, knew the identity of the
—* he did not deem it worth $1,000 to
talk,

The days dragged into weeks and still
we had no word of the killers of James
Kiley. Gradually the Kiley case receded
from the front pages of Boston’s news-
papers to occasional paragraphs inside.
The public evidently, had lost interest in
the mystery.

But not so the police! While the special
detail of detectives were combing the
Back Bay area, orders had gone out from

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head...buy Luden’s,

several departments to keep an extra
watch on filling stations in the hope the
gang might be caught red-handed while
pulling off another job.

In addition to issuing general orders for
the watch on filling stations I offered spe-
cial licenses for the carrying of weapons
to every filling station operator in Somer-
ville. Several took advantage of this offer,
with the result that a warm reception was
in store for the bandits should they return
to my city.

But they didn’t. Nor to any other
nearby city. The police reports, quite
the contrary from the period previous to
Kiley’s death, were singularly free from
filling station stick-ups. The gang, ap-
parently, was either lying low for a time
or had flown from the vicinity entirely.

Frankly, the hunt for the Kiley killers
was getting nowhere fast. It was most
discouraging. In spite of our best efforts
we couldn’t get a clue, not even a fair
description of our quarry.

And then it came—the break for which
we had hoped.

One night three weeks after the Kiley
murder, Sergt. Albert Madden of the
Back Bay station led a raid on a Massa-
chusetts avenue rooming house. It was
a liquor raid. On the second floor of the
rooming house, in a front room, the squad
found three startled young men in posses-
sion of seven gallons of alcohol.

To Sergt. Madden’s experienced eye
these young gentlemen appeared fright-
ened to a degree all out of proportion to
the comparatively minor charge of pos-
session of illegal liquor. Why were they
so frightened, he wondered?

Make Amazing Find

OVERTLY he watched them while an-
other officer questioned them. At the
same time he poked around the room,
looking in the closets, riffling through the
bureau drawers, glancing into all the dark
corners, beneath the bed and behind the
pictures on the wall.

He thought he noted a quick pallor upon
the face of one of the suspects every time
he approached the bed. So Madden in-
vestigated. In a cleverly concealed nest


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T2, MOST PEOPLE it seems silly

that prison officials will try to save :

- the life of a man condemned to execu-_
tion when the latter attempts to commit —

_ suicide. Looked at from one angle, it~
P “probably is. But it must. be remem-
~bered that the “ officials. are legally -
“charged with the duty. of the execution
at a particular time and in a particular.
way. If they do-not do’so, they are
remiss in «their duty” and subject. to
criticism by the court,” particularly
when, due to their own negligence, the
_ prisoner has an opportunity. to endeavor
to take his own life. =»
eer t seems even more curious, how-
“ever, is that condemned men, who use

rs every known legal dodge to extend

ye

“moment, and who apparently hope up —
e until the final second for a reprieve or
commutation, should meant to kill them-
selves and thus, as the expression goes,

_ “cheat the chair.” What they are cheat-
ing, of course, is themselves, as. there
“is always a possibility that some official —
“action to save their lives will be taken
at the last moment.:”

The efforts which prison “officers
“make to save a man attempting to give
“himself an “illegal” death was never
“more forcibly illustrated than in ‘the -.
case of Harley Edwards, who murdered
his wife, and was sentenced to die in the
electric chair at Michi City, Indiana,
+ on March 1, 1934. And ray illustrated.
with equal force the fear which some -
“men have of one type of death, and. the
“apparent lack of fear of another kind.

As the day of his execution ‘ap-

“proached, Edwards, as one of the prison
officials put it, “was scared out of his.
wits.” *He showed the symptoms, all —

too familiar to death house attendants, -
ong going to pieces by. the. time he was_

Bs

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mea

Says stesitrs Ee

and forth in his cell, gripping the bars ©
+ with clenched hands for hours at a time,»
eating little, becoming nauseated no
_matter what he ate, and asking con-.
‘tinually whether any word of a reprieve
had come from the governor.

But, more than anything else, he kept
moaning :.“I can’t stand the thought of.
e the chairis I just can’t stand it!" =
be Time and again the guards attempted
ee pt? tell him what a pataless death it was,

' that it would be over in the fraction of
a second, so far as his awareness of it

: _ was concerned, and that he should be —
~where hanging was the legal form, of

Gexecution:

Keo “You'’re probably” right, ” he'd admit.
“But it’s the idea of that thing, of sitting
Pa -in it and being strapped down, and hav-
« “ing. your head ‘shaved, and all those
«people staring at yet, Bt tell you I can rt™
py Stand, it!” 4 ak i

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THE LAST

__ Afraid to die, : Harley

> reprieve at the last moment.
—they thought—taken from him any-

_their days on earth to the last possible” |

» ready to walk the last mile, pacing back

© agreed to donate his ‘blood.
~ fusion was successful,

“me die?”

glad he hadn’t been convicted in a state ~

» which can scarcely

Edwards
hevertheless attempted suicide

‘Like so many men facing certain

ye he began having terrible night-

- mares, waking up in a dripping  per-
spiration at. all’ hours, © screaming,
‘Smoaning, thrashing around on his cot—
» practically dying each night,

His guards kept a careful watch on

him. They feared he might’ attempt
= suicide, notwithstanding his pretended

optimism that he would be granted‘ a
They had

thing which he might use to kill him-
se

». But they had forgotten one item—his
glasses.' His eyes were very bad. He
could hardly see at all without spectacles.
As in the early days of his confinement
he did a2 considerable amount of reading,
him of these Bids to sight.

“A week before-he was to go through
the door frora which none return, the
guard coming on duty on the morning
shift saw’ Edwards lying in a curious

position on his cot. Looking more close-

it had never occurred to them.to deprive“)

ly, he. discerned a. steady ‘dripping of:*”
blood from the bed to the floor. He ~~

unlocked the cell door and rush ed in, to
find. that’ Edwards had bro! the
lenses of his spectacles and, with the

Ken

jagged pieces, had severed the arteries
of his wrists.

He was hurried to the hospital. He
had lost so much blood that the doctors
expressed the opinion that his recovery
was doubtful, although they thought
there was a possib bility of it if he were
B pk an immediate. blood transfusion.

This was before the days when blood
:was stored and kept indefinitely. The
doctors faced an odd

a pint of his blood to save the life of a
man long enough for his life to be taken
from him legal ly by: the state!
No one could be found to make what
appeared to be a silly and useless sacri-
=-fice. Finally, however, another- prisoner
The trans-
The. condemned
man“began to mend rapidly. When he
again became aware of his surroundings,

situa tic i—the:
necessity of obtaining someone to give:

the fear of the chair returned to him.”

with redoubled force.
moan:

He continued 4 to:

“I don’t want to go that way !’ ° adding i
a new complaint, “Why didn’t’ they Iet:

And yet, when his time came, he ‘faced

his fate bravely. The fiery

current tore«

through his body destroy ring blood andsy,

tissue.

And eet ing ‘also bleod whi ch, “ups:

until a week before » had

the veins. of another man—a. man still

It.was 2 bizurre and macabie situation 2
y be matched by evens

raced through.”

the most imaginative: writers of horror. :

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EDWARDS, Harley, white, electrocuted, Ind, SP (Jackson County) on 3-2-193h. 4

pecniakin ase |

ns el =2,{ The péitol used was an okt model 2 ae 7
wee six-siv ‘evolver, ry PRA
New Trial Us Asked | wis ta'it wien taken by offers Edwar ds 7h ~|EdwardsGoes iB

from Mitchell, who were called to the

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peat iin Pe ,
For Harley Edwards} s2* ot he murder, ‘The pistot was G D | oe Te | iy
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fed in the Jackson circuit court’ for Fecling in Mitchell ran high and; P ena tt Kdlline Wite' So Says Nine-year-old Floyd i
Harley Edwards “sentenced to death} Edwards, after a wound on the back 3 _ 1 ~ y. Y aw " So Says Nine-year } i
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and aligned with the barrel between
ta the eicetrle chalt for wite murder. of his head had been treated, was first / r2 n FHLl33 Eiherdie py Dee |
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sotlon for @ new, trial has been} each shot d ii Pp
taken to the Greene county jail at Orphans’ Home To Testify

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WMRy-one alleged errors are charged

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Bloomfield, but later brought to the : " og | ; 5 : 1 |
ta the previous trial. Jackson county jail where he has|JU*Y Finds Mitchell Man Guil., Ssfection Of Jury Takes Up! Against Father, Harley Ed- l
ta ‘ Py oh > i
t Spcthaang edie ing by yy o> ie Reso -~ en ty Of Murder In First © = Most Of Day---Defense Uses |) wards, Charged With Mur |
A > local attorney, a ones Sy eee der Of Boy’s Mother
4 porary insanity. They claimed end | Degree... - { ie Challanges, er oy’s Mother. ih
4jhe (lied it for the Isw firm of Royce! tried to establish that a blow on the i Sitar Sy epkiogs Ye reentry eh 2 ie S ad

7 & Eysieston, law fir at Indianapo-| back of the head had put him in such F
© yiRa representing Edwards, ‘ & dazed condition that he did not Will A

Ameen Fem RENTS POT:

, : : : ° Brought back from the Soldiongs
Boy Ts Star Witness and Sailors Orphans home at)
aaa Knightstown to testify against his

ig LE father, Harley Edwards, charged with
oni Of Defendant Here From tne fatai shooting of his wife, little
Orphans’ Home To Testify | scunnscpence-ab4 Floyd Edwards presents

§ Jue condemned man was taken to the know what was happening. Edwards
@ate prison at Michigan. City ast} took the witness stand in his own de-

ppeal Verdict!

wrk by Sheriff Merectith Stewart and| fense and swore that from the time eg [te
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i Penity Wm, Barkman, and placed in| he fired the first shot, which  he|| the Abneee..,,, cule
death cell to await the date of| ‘only fired to frighten the crowd off het Wits Afternoon Of July 23,

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: : ames toa which was set for July 14,{ of him, h2 did not have the least 1932, At Her Home Near | }¥i: a pile aa
Ts ® gv fudge John C. Branaman, |» -.| ‘memory of what happened. Seve -a! |/ it oy a 4 nat Rather. another pitiful case of a young:
rs ¢ =. Rtwards wns convicted and sentenc- Physicians, including Dr. Perry Wool- |: Mitchell On Road 37. ; us feet Again F called possibly to help send his father
= i g Ty : F y
= é an #2 death in the electric chair by| |ery, of Bedford, who treated Edwards’ |! I OE #8 Bey : to the electric chair.
= « #4 dackson county jury in the Febru-| [injury on th head, testified that the|' For the second time in the history °. “The jury, which was com- The. lad is 2 bright looking Soounae
€ £ vB Serm of court, for fatally shooting | } Wound was fot of sufficient force to bf the county a Jackson ¢ t “pleted shortly before three ¥ wee a: kc
= H pa falranged wife near Mitchell inj |have caused temporary insanity © or h ‘ _ ounty jury o'clock this afternoon, s ter. Red hair, a freckled face, brown}
= & ze ot982 VR fs def floss of memory, except Possibly for a|/°* Given a death penalty, in the. ' composed of Chas. Gray, An- eyes, and an infectious smile that
= 2. ant sa! ee moment. county courts when the jury trying i ton’ Kuehn, Edw. Bobb, Chas. epveads ‘ail over his. (ee. eeneenae
z 4 ‘ Another strong witness against the |the case of Harley Edwards, 38, of Mal, .M. N. Sewell, Fred ee et 4
x 4 | Insanity plea was that of Clyde Smith, | Mitchell found the defendant ‘guilt Gossman, Edw. Laimbring, two big dimpies.
> : chief of police of Bedford, who testi..|/ : ea “Ralph Eddy, Fred  Thias, “They call me Red,” he sald when
: a, oe fied that when he reached the scene |°! ™UTder in the first degree and fixe Jesse Marshall, Forest Stew- a Banner reporter asked him if he
are, [of tragedy, just before Mrs.’ Edwards |°¢ his punishment at death, for the “art and Wm, Beickman, Cul- was ever called “freckles.”
=e expired, that he asked Edwards if he {fatal shooting of his wife at Mitchell | $i len Barnes, prosecuting at- He is watching the proceeding
bg shot his wife to which he said Ed- !'July 23, 1932, . ~ f |<". torney, at once began the. carefully as he sits In the court room
BPS oateg Pte 9 ogi oD ya ~ a Presentation of the testimony was ; i statement.’ for ~ with other witnesses from peor ,
wanting to dé this for ‘aoatig time fa completed Friday evening and . the - Ly ee es ; sich ta ‘ach Siok ge hie ager. bg
t % now I am satisfied. My only regret {case went to the jury at 3:15 p.m, . {hy The selection of a jury to try Har- What a memory he will earry| |}
H : is that I did not get my mother-in- /Saturday after the day had been spent: Jey Edwards, 38, charged with the through life? It. will’ always (be oe i;
= : Lee rete 2s JS ¢ to: blame for oun arguinent, =<". ys...’ “fatal shooting of his wife, Lillian | nightmare to bim, for although he ts! |
oe =.During abit trial his smptherein-law | The verdict. was reached at 2:15 | ‘Terry Head Edwards, at Mitchell, last | young the oe Ray that; ;
ae |Mrs. Ellen McCaslin, while giving her, Sunday inorning and Judge John : ‘July, took up most of the day er _—_ — bah ay i thw a I
: Sestlinony, fainted. ; : Floyd Edwards,!c. Branaman ordered the - verdict . "Most of the jurymen were excuse ting’. uniform of the= tome 2 eee |
i

7

ithe nine-year-old son of the defend-
‘ant and the slain woman, was
brought here from the Soldiers and

‘gi few premtory challenges. The de-}jieht blue striped shirt and a brown |

jury room until he co ; 1
€ could open. court dense used about 15 of its 25 chal-;cap, hair neatly combed, although it

Sealed and the jury to stay’ ia the: »y-the defense, the State using only blue suit, black shoes and stockings, a |
[ze morning.. The veridct.of the ;

is a@ deep red and of the kind thai;

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Sailors Orphan’s home at Knights-|! jury was read in open co .' lenges ‘without cause. 9
. : “n court Sunday’, cen naturally defies the comb and brush,
\ a testify bat pe evagl ia | morning at 8:45 o’clocic, nied mal 1 ll ppe principal witness for the State rac i‘ 7 i a and neck scrubbed to a sani-|
; : . 2 ' ce pg 3 - i
et ies Mae deters ps he was the only eye-.i {fayed no emotion whatever when the Was the nine year-old son of the de-| tary cieantiness. H
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i i but had a downea ward ho was| He will be among the first of the’ }

witness to the firing of the second ‘yerdict was read but had a downcast|* fendant, Floyd Edwards, w ae
H pightstown | witnesses called. He will give his tes-! }

‘and fatal shot . look which he maintained through- brought here from the Knig w S' e
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Idlers and .Sallors. Home this} timony clearly and concisely for he!
jout the trial. ee y | smal ; is of that nature. His father may be}

ony SEA YE eoe y +, It ts understood that Edwards was Ren following concerning the . tra-| sentenced to the electric chair, to

a far vedy is taken from the pcotare Matl: prison for life, or the insane ward, , at
Z . g in a v ; | “Harley Yaiwards, age 38, of Mlich-| or poslbly might be freed. 5
— ; foals ke : et, charged with first degise murder] Bul what a memory for this. |
j ip dante Bosch T n Surewiey a poet sels tine iss eee "fa connection with the fated mhooting | bright-ryoa youngster to. carry:
: : (2. MEY gp eae VE tn discusshig the punbinrent. Judkac | Gf his wife, Liliin Tervy Ustad Rd-y through ule! Mt rather gets one, even 4]
t-{~——~ ? ses $6 dd } John C. Branaman has withheld tent-| Wards, ts scheduled to xo on tris) in the hardened attendants at court. if
net Dau hie Of 4 “As ‘tence pending some actlo:r in the na- ake Jackson county clreuit court}, SA Riser cy a pate ascitic gy, if
a r f Foriner Brownstow ture of a motion for a new hearing i och eg so H +3]
itl Sustains Serious Injuries {°F ® appeal to the supreme court, Jonnected with saga: hinvel been tei wards a
In Auto Crash, } The case attracted considerable at- Wmmoned by, Jnckson county court H Ri Bie Lt
1" : ee , féention here despite the fact that it thoritics to ‘4 ler itnes~ i
: OF | Was venued from Lawrence Es VOUrh Opens Marah dosnt Ky
Bg Beatncoe Toora, 15, daughte | the prinernan —— county and Edwards ‘ty represented ty | Attor; a
of Mr. and Mrs. Clarence ‘ peinc’pals not known here, ys” Prod. Pleteher.. and Clarence '
formerly of Urownstown, ty sees Practically all of last Wednesday novan, ‘both’ of' this citys The pros- |
ex: ae .

rhode is auton was taken in the selection of a jury, , seillon, WINK bes ypandied “by-- Oullen
sutomo. {both sides excusi e " BEINGS ELENA G ANT at des nto
‘Tudianapotts asi ors without causes 7 unber Of Jur re Bdwards “shot ‘and’ killed his wife

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Thursday, ~ : Ch ded‘ ¢ -chiid!

P feb oy eh peeve | The d and-wounded’ two step-chiidren and :
| .. Word was received by relatives me ‘Fletcher rt "Cinwate "Eoubten: bind 3 Neighbor boy on’: Saturday ynight, . ;
[Morning that if Miss oo § {of Bedford, and H, Warner Murphy,|  SW¥.23, 1992, at Mrs. Edwerds’ home| Electrocution Date Is Set By!)
i] thi Ps survived /Brownstown. The Prosecution was Rene ce ta ee ot Dene” Four 1k

| *hfough » Wednesday and. Wednesday ints. He had been separated from} | Judge Branaman For Fri.

handled. by Cullen Barnes, prosecu-

Aight that there was ‘ck f i, wif d i San j
& ) wife and was living in Martins. 1h
for Ber recovery, ea, Fanos se cso nena gyilte with a brother at the time of day, July 14, 1933, ip
Tle es es EOE RE Said, | ated pe he ea er the killing. The step chiidren who| ° He
_ Toops, ra ie e, ay : j
pany, With: hel | near Mitchell on road 37, the after- De ee ee Canretien, Be 15;

chum, Miss Vera H: x af ;

Fil albe,’16,*"ané noon of Jul i bullet in the nett hip, and toulse,! Defendant Unmoved '
29, y 23. He had been sep-/: : , bs *
‘ enti C. Deitz Jr., 19, were riding ir jarated from his wife for adnting thoes £80 alle Seely Shr AO pep gg ni AMS :

a ‘ id 5 ; 4
‘ ty belonging ‘© Deitz when it wa; ||™onths and was making his home |) ti be toe bye deine (fo ie , : fs
Bo {Stuck by & truck driven by dic, | With @ brother’at Martinsville. beck: Aha belghher boy was Geotge | Convicted By Jury For Wife Mur- §
3 . |Gordan, 26, Indianapolis, - ||. For a while he had kept a small Dorsett, age 20. ee den ats May’ Be Ai led jf
ydent occurred ‘pt The acci- baby of theirs, but on the _request_of }! “Edwards, following his arrest after)  Gef--Case May’ Be Appeale it
| eae &t Arlington: Toad and jnis wife had turned the baby over to the shooting, told officials that he|' To Supreme Court. at
e ave. Indianapolis, about her for care, His visit on the after-|{! wanted to plead guilty. Later he| _ * ih
midnight, Tales 1A ‘noon of July 23rd was for the Purpose |! changed his mind, pleaded not guilty|° -. : 4
When the crash occurre a there | jot seeing his baby. During a con- ‘and then asked for a pe of Death in the electric chair was the fy
a @ burst : ‘ Was! 'versation with his wife, his ste son, venue, The case was sent to Jackson : i
afi flame. which engulfed both Clarence Head, 18, appeared with sev- ||county and already two continuances || Sentence pronounced by Judge Bran~ 4!
i isaené nee eng after the ac-{| ‘eral of his friends, and his sister, | {have been granted. - . aman; in the Jackson circuit court taste
nt’ that the trugk h . Louise Head, 14, and his grandmother | |) “It is understood that Prosecutor , aS
while the truck: drive ac_no_lahts | (Mrs. McCaslin.. 4 ee ‘| Barnes will ask the death penalty for Phucaaey, upon Harley Edwards, 38,
did not see the small gl f Clarence ordered his step-father } i kdwards.”” SI ic =" Who was found guilty of first degree }
TO! : Af
within ten or twelve feet of it. ie lle ra i eahe py an a Mot F N, yk le l murder by a jury in the Jackson cir if
Miss Toops suffered serious burns,| ‘or oe roe si o ase up a stick ton Lor New Y1IQL| cuit court, a week ago last Sunday. ir
pane wait aie both legs brok-|} handle. Mitesede coum cee F E df d. ; y The date for execution was fixed! j,
suffered two eae vee ne sa {boy and pulling-his gun, fired one |£or wards D enied, for Friday, July 14. 1933, ne
1 . a5, Serious shot. I { : : ian
burns. Sheris also in a serious condi. grabbed ‘his arm ak engl soe Execution Set I 14) oe when eaten a ee
ne A 4E1 to praventuhis sitecnd teri tried | 4 u ad ,@ver when sentence was pronounced, :
letz, w ng the boy. ! ye Lee . He.4 ie
ous conmoaaree Pires is in a seri- About this time Edwards was struck’ Zz 4. 3 2 _:{, When asked by Judge Branaman if ” '
4 ari !so Spall. The by someone on the back of the head’ x \had anything to say why the sentence’ |
Griver of the truck is suffering from tt e hea A motion for a new trial for Har- Yr
burns and cuts, while Abe Smock, ! |! Lene - ae if Psion 4 ‘Hey Edwards, of Lawrence county, a Le be panes, She eee if
an wards and Cla z , Aue ® ist :
j > ag po ange = = wife, who!| |quring the scuffle "ihiwidititens ne :| convicted of wife murder, was refused aurea m or ae yea |
: caped injury € cab, both es- boy in the hip. He then turned and by Judge John c. Braniaman: ta the 5 > ave not. ; ; ee
Pa. has mat th shot his wif 4 f . + 5 Previous to, this H. Warner Murphy, |!
+ Miss Toops and Miss Haibe S wife in the back. Following ‘| Jackson circult court toda ; ' ;
attended Technical high fa oa that shot he ran around the house and! ; edwards was. ¢ aa one of the attorneys for the cone |!
dianapolis until Janua - n-|] {shot his step-daughter, Louise, in the { as found guilty of first} Gomned man, had filed motion Zor **
ry when illness shoulder. , | degree murder by @ Jackson count ip
: ¥| venire de novo, which means to sum-!

forced Miss Toops to quit. Miss Haibe

also quit rather than go to ahaa Returning to the back of the house} ‘| Jury at the March term of court for

:
mon a new jury on some {yregularity, 4;

without h where the first shots had taken place killing his wif {
Mrs. A son agin 8 lon ttis injurea | {| he found his small son, Floyd Ed- siisaecas pte mao _— . aad .or defect In the proceedings under the jit
girl, was formerly Miss Blanche Reine i; Wards, 9, ministering to his mother, y  Redebtis eet jformer jury, Wut this was overruled by! |} )

He was sentenced to die in the elec.

who lay on the ground moaning. Ed-

bold of Brownstcwn. Mr, Toops work- wards then. placed the revolver

Judge Branaman. It is sald that a iy

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ed here fo tric chair by Judge Branaman Frida hye ‘
ors for ro sa gabon rg egpoeace }against her head and fired the last July 140s a it ee parpopentapublbdet step. f
\ : house, irr 1910, ate \ shot in the pistol. The hoy sald that ' His attorneys were- given ten da | A sak te denied 2 DNS Oe |
\ , pre ph HF 1 ‘| just as his father fired this shot he * SAYS): ‘an appeal will be taken to the supreme }

{n which to file a Motion for an ap-

SS Serr sa ~

said: bis | make you groan.” She


FULIER, Amasa, white, hanged Lawrenceburg, Indiana, on March 31, 1820,

"Lawrenceburg, Indiana, July 22, 1826-In our last we gave a report concerning the
recent tragical events at Frankfort, Ky. It now becomes our duty to record a trans-~
action, which, in point of madness and deperation, forms a pazallel with thos above
alluded to, These are the circumstances as related to us: Daniel Fuller, of George-
town, in this county, understanding that a story, prejudtéial to his moral charac
ter, had got into circuihation, went to the home of --- Golden, his father-in-law, with
a paper, written in the form of a libel, and insisted on two girls, Miss Goldens,

to sign it, charging them with circulating the report, David Golden, their brother,
a youth of 18 or 19, deeming Fuller's conduct improper, told him the girls should
not sign the paper. Fuller then observed he would prosecuted the girls for slander,
and started for home, Golden took his gun and fullowed him, Onc oming up to
Fuller, he inouired if he really intended to prosecute the girls, He said he did,
Golden then observed, 'I will stop you,' and immkdiately presented his gun, which
missed fire, He then tried the gun a second time, when it went off and wounded F,
in the sideg Fuller picked up a club and threw it at G, and then went for his house
where he arrived before he fell, Golden turned and went a short distance to the
fences; reloaded his gun, and with the assistance of the ramrod shot himself in the
breast. Surgical aid was procured as soon as possible, but in vain = death, with
its iron grasp, was fast drawing them to the embrace of the grave, Both expired

on the morning of the 15th, about the same time, Fuller, at his awn request, was
interred at the side of A. FULLER, who was executed at this place some time since,"
COURIER, Cyarleston, South Carolina, 8-19-1826 (2-3.)